Directors' Wives


Again she was cut short. John handed her a slip of paper.

"Be at this address at eight tomorrow night."

Joann rose.

"Just a moment. I didn't say we were finished. Get your clothes off."

"What? " Joann replied in shock.

"I said strip, and remember, you don't have a choice."

Joann knew the game was up. She stood up and started to unbutton her jacket. Suddenly she stopped.

"How do I know you won't reveal all this anyway?"

"You don't. In my view you simply have no choice."

Joann knew he was right. She had no choice so she resumed undressing. Removing her blouse revealed her low cut black lace bra. It made John hard. Her luscious breasts were there for the picking. She slipped her shoes off and pushed her pants down revealing her black thong. She hesitated opening her bra, until John nodded as if answering a question silently. Unhooking the bra, she dropped it to the ground. She finally placed her hands to her sides and eased her thong down. John was amazed at her totally bare pussy as hestared at his latest victim and admired her luscious naked form. He led her by the hand to the couch and directed her to lie on her back. He undressed and with schoolboy excitement descended upon her. He moved his mouth to hers and locked them both with a deep passionate kiss. He kissed her neck, continuing with a rhythm down to her breasts and began to lick around her hardened nipples, making Joann moan uncontrollably .

"Oh God" several times.

She totally surrendered her body. Although she shouldn't, be she was enjoying it. He drove his hardened cock into her pussy, which only increased her excitement. He pounded and pounded. All Joann could do was moan "Oh my God" several times. With each one uttered her voice increased with excitement and joy. The pressure and pleasure built for both of them and in the end neither cared who was forced to do what. They were caught in an epic sexual battle that neither wanted to end. Finally however, they both came. Joann screamed "Aaargh" as John's hot cum and her own love juices collided causing an electric style reaction that produced for Joann a joyous satisfaction she had not had for a long time. Both "lovers" lay there breathless for several minutes. John got up.

"Alright get dressed. You'll do."

Joann was suddenly brought back to earth. She felt she had auditioned for a porn movie.

"Be at this address at seven, tomorrow night. You will be interviewed for a job at the house, so dress appropriately. Fuck Schmitt and get that contract. Now get out."

In contrast to Penny, Joann did not cry. She was angry and certainly felt humiliated but knew she had no choice but to play along. Her past had come back to haunt her in ways she never imagined possible, and she was trapped by this little bastard as a result. When Joann left, Otto Schmitt entered through the door leading to the other office.

"Well Otto?"

"Magnificent" replied Otto in his German accent. " She will be perfect for my sister and I."

He signed the contract and left.


Joann dressed in a smart striped skirt business suit. She drove to the address given. w It was a country estate, with a long winding drive , about twenty miles North of her home. Eventually a huge mansion came into view. She walked up the steps and rang the bell. After a brief pause, the door opened and a tall, mature man with fair hair stood before her. He was clearly the butler.

"Ah, you are the young woman to be interviewed by Mistress Freda. This way please." He spoke in a very cultured German accent. He led Joann down the hall and stopped at a large door.

"Wait here, please."

He gently tapped at the door and entered, closing it behind him. After a moment the door opened again and he beckoned Joann to enter. She saw a man, presumably Otto Schmitt sitting at a desk and a slightly younger woman sitting beside him. Joann thought she was his wife. It was a surprise to her when he introduced this young woman as his sister. Otto Schmitt explained to Joann that she would be his sister's maid. He pressed the buzzer at his desk. The butler entered.

"Fredrick, This is Madam's new maid. Show her to her quarters and instruct her."

"Very good sir."

He bowed respectfully and beckoned to Joann to follow him. He led her up the spiral stairs to a room. When they entered the room, Joann could see a maid's outfit laid out on the four poster bed. Fredrick turned to her.

"You will dress in this uniform. Your duty is to assist the mistress in dressing for the party and ahem, other duties."

"What other duties?" she asked.

"That, you will learn later. When you are commanded by the mistress you will simply respond, 'Yes Madam,' and comply. Is that understood?"

"Yes." responded Joann in a puzzled voice.

"Put the uniform on. The mistress will be up soon to change for the reception."

Joann put the maid's uniform on. It was an ordinary uniform, complete with hat, nothing kinky here.

The door of the room opened and Otto's sister entered.

"I will change for dinner now."

"Yes Madam."

"I will wear the blue dress," pointing to the dress hanging on the rack.

"Yes Madam."

Joann retrieved the dress and placed it neatly on the chair.

"Undress me."

"Yes Madam." Joann responded in an uneasy tone.

She went behind her mistress and unzipped her green dress. Her mistress wriggled her arms allowing it to drop to the ground and stepped out of it.

Joann was amazed at the sexy underwear of blue lace, low cut bra and matching skimpy thong that covered nothing of her mistress's arse cheeks. What happened next, Joann was totally unprepared for as her mistress suddenly swung round, took Joann's head firmly with her hand and pushed her mouth towards her own and planted a deep passionate kiss, wrapping her tongue round Joann's. The kiss lasted seemed to last forever. Joann thought she would suffocate until eventually she was released and felt like she came up for air.

Joann's reprieve was short lived however as her mistress, placing her hands at Joann's back, firmly gripped the back of her uniform and ripped the material, literally tearing the uniform from her body, exposing Joann's own sexy black lace bra and matching knickers. Joann's "assailant" pushed her onto the bed and like a crazed, sex starved woman, pounced on her prey.

Joann was shocked. Although she was no stranger to lesbianism, she was usually in control. Now the tables were turned. Her mistress continued to kiss her full lips. She worked down gently to her neck.

The front of Joann's bra opened and she could feel an incredible sensation as tongue action around her bare nipples and her firm breasts began to excite her.

"Oooooh" Joann moaned deeply.

Her lover travelled down her now naked body to her pussy. Joann could feel a tongue gently massaging her pussy. It was so sensational for her. It had never like this with any of her lesbian lovers.

"Oh my God, oh my God," Joann repeated breathlessly.

She thought she would climax there and then. In her ecstatic state she did not hear Otto come in . The tongue action suddenly stopped.

"Oh Otto. She's wonderful. Thank you. You are a wonderful brother."

"You're welcome, Freda dear, and happy birthday."

It was only then Joann realised that Otto was naked.

Freda moved further up and forced her shaven pussy to Joann's mouth. Joann knew exactly what to do. She slowly began to lick to the right and then to the left, gradually developing a systematic rhythm. At the same time, Joann felt a hardened cock, presumably Otto's, gently enter her own pussy. It too was a slow movement, gradually developing into a steady rhythm.

All three lovers began to moan deeply. Each moan from all three corresponded to their physical interaction with each other. "Oooooh" came from Otto and Freda and "Mmmm" came from Joann. Their physical exertions drove the heat up and they all began to perspire.

Joann's juices began to flow and Otto's cum exploded inside her. Joann was unable to scream as Freda's pussy muffled her.

Freda finally climaxed and she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

"Oh how wonderful."

Joann was breathless and exhausted. Freda got up and put a robe on.

"I shall leave you to your pleasure, Otto," as she smiled and left the room.

Joann knew Otto had spent his load so she thought that there could not be more to come. This did not stop Otto Schmitt. He grabbed Joann and pressed her close to him and began passionately kissing her. He travelled down her neck, to her ample breasts and began to systematically lick and suck them gently. Each gentle stroke emitted a moan of satisfaction from Joann. His caresses between her breasts almost drove her wild.

"Oh my God, oh my God. More, please, more."

Joann was lost in the throes of deep passion. She didn't care that this man was not Bob. Bob was and never could be like this. She had had several lovers too. None of them was like this man.

"Ooooh," was all she could say. This went on for what seemed like hours. Otto seemed to be quite recovered from his earlier eruption because Joann felt his hard cock enter her again with the same gentleness as before. Again he rhythmically drove in and out, much to Joann's delight and pleasure. This time he withdrew, just as he was about to cum, much to her disappointment. He put his near exploding cock between her breasts. There was an eruption of hot cum onto and between her breasts. Both lovers screamed at once.

Joann licked her lover's cum from her breasts with relish. Otto, at the same time, went to Joann's pussy and began to gently lick and suck , with systematic strokes. His expert love making amazed Joann. His actions prolonged her pleasure to the maximum, until finally, her juices could not hold back and burst forth as if a dam had burst.

"Aaaargh," she screamed in sheer ecstatic delight.

Joann was amazed at Otto's stamina and sexual appetite. He resumed his kissing and sucking of her body. She felt her whole body strain under the pressure. She knew she couldn't last much longer. Finally, Otto exhaled a long gasp of air. He looked at Joann with an approving smile, blinked his eyes and promptly fell asleep. Joann remained awake for just a short time. She thought of all that had occurred in the last few hours. These thoughts alone made her sleepy and eventually the exhaustion crept in. She also fell asleep.

The following morning, Joann woke to the sounds of moaning. When she collected her thoughts she remembered where she was. It was a shock to her when she turned and saw a naked Freda on top of her naked brother Otto and he was sucking her nipples.

"Oh Otto, it is wonderful, don't stop."

Neither of them was aware that Joann had awoken. Joann suddenly jerked and Freda looked down at her.

"Ah, our kitten has discovered our little secret, Otto. What should we do, my love?"

"What you want to do, Freda ,dear?" responded Otto.

"Of course, darling." replied Freda, with a smile as she went for Joann's legs and spread them. With gentle care and expert rhythm, Freda began to massage Joann's pussy lips with her hand and then with equal care and gentleness her tongue pierced her. Simultaneously, Otto pushed his hard cock into her mouth.

Freda's expert tongue action seemed to stimulate Joann's own desires. When she bobbed her head in and out on Otto's cock, it seemed to correspond with Freda's rhythm . When Joann's orgasm erupted all she could do was gargle as Otto's cum flooded her mouth at the same time.

"We all need to clean up," said Freda.

They led an almost stunned Joann to the shower. As the jets of steamy water hit Joann, she began to become more aware of her surroundings. She had not up to now appreciated what had gone on before, especially with this brother and sister. She had no more time to think as Freda began to lick Joann's soap covered nipples. Joann responded by gently placing her hand to Freda's head and leading her to her mouth and landing a deep, passionate kiss upon Freda's luscious lips. Otto simply watched as an audience for a few brief moments, then left the shower. After several more moments kissing, Freda broke off.

"Come. It time for breakfast."

They dressed and went down to the dining room. After the meal, Otto Schmitt spoke.

"Well my dear, you give a wonderful service. I know we can rely on your discretion. I am assured also of your future service."

Joann looked at him in surprise.

"Oh no, Herr Schmitt. You don't understand. I am simply doing a favour for a friend."

Otto cut her off.

"Oh no Frau Landon, you don't understand. The contract is only valid as long as you continue your services to me, my family and friends. That I have been assured by Herr Mason."

Joann rose in anger.

"Damn you and damn Mason."" she yelled.

" I suggest you leave now, Frau Landon. When you have calmed down you will realise you have no choice in the matter."

Joann ran to her car. For the first time tears streamed down her face. She had been strong up to now. Now her perfect world had crashed.

"How could this happen?" she thought. A quiet life as a housewife in luxury had been turned upside down and all because of her own stupidity. Joann wept bitterly as she drove away.

Part 4


On Thursday morning, Clare Prince returned from her morning jog just as her phone rang. It was John Mason asking her to be in his office by two. He stressed it was very important and concerned Tom's career. It puzzled her as to why she should be involved.

Clare arrived at the office just before two. John's secretary buzzed at let him know she was here.

"Ok. Send her in."

His secretary opened the door to John's office and Clare entered. She was nervous. She was unaware of what had happened with Penny and Joann but she knew she didn't like or trust him. She had noticed him often leering at her lustfully. She knew too that this couldn't be good.

"Ah Clare, please, sit down."

She did so nervously.

"I don't understand, what is so important that you need me?"

"It's the Chinese contract. I want it and you're going to get it for me."

"But Tom is dealing with that."

John raised his hand.

"Tom is getting a free tour of China right now."

"How do you expect me to get it? I'm no business woman."

"I expect you to fuck Mr Wu for it."

For a brief moment, Clare sat shocked and then rose in rage.

"You're out of your fucking mind."

"Sit down."

Something in John Mason's voice frightened Clare. She sat down nervously. She tried to be strong and asked.

"What is this all about?"

"Gordon Benfield."

Clare tried to bluff.

"Gordon Benfield? Who's he?"

"Don't insult my intelligence. You killed him nine years ago."

The memories came back for Clare. Yes, she killed him. She was Angela Wilson then. She was a twenty year old accounting apprentice in an accounting firm of which Benfield was the chief partner. The fact that he was married didn't stop him from being lecherous. He made advances to her and when she refused he tried to rape her. She fought him and he hit his head on a desk. Police and the court accepted her plea but her life was ruined. There had also been embezzlement in the firm she was sure it was Benfield but she was framed for. So she left, changed her name and married Tom. Now it had all surfaced again.

"Alright, Mason What do you want?"

"Be at this address at eight, tomorrow night. Fuck Mr Wu and get that contract."

He handed her the slip of paper.

Clare rose to her feet and headed for the door.

"We're not finished yet."

Clare turned to face him and was about to speak.

John interrupted her.

"Get naked."

"You've got to be joking."

"You'll soon learn I don't joke. This is purely business. I want to fuck you and check to see you're up to the job."

"You perverted bastard."

"Now you listen to me, and listen to me good. All I have to do is release the information I have. It'll certainly mean the end of your marriage and I think we can safely say the end of your cosy life. It's up to you."

Clare thought about it. 'Mason is right. I'm comfortable now. I don't want to run again.'

"Alright. I'll do it."

She stood up and removed her red jacket and placed it over the chair. She nervously unbuttoned her white blouse, pulled it from her skirt. For a second she paused, hoping in vain for some sort of reprieve. She resumed when none came and placed it over the chair. At the sight of her low cut black lace bra straining with her imprisoned globes, John Mason was already hard. Clare unzipped her short black skirt. As it dropped to the floor, she stepped out of it and slipped off her shoes as well. John was amazed at the skimpy black thong.

"I bet Tom loves that."

Clare blushed.

"Keep going."

She unsnapped her bra and her breasts bounced forth. Her nipples hardened immediately when in contact with the air. Placing her hands on her hips, she eased her thong down and allowed it to fall to the ground, exposing her clean shaven pussy.

John turned in his swivel chair.

"Now come here and suck me."

A humiliated and defeated Clare knelt before him and unzipped his pants and extracted his huge, hardened rod. She placed it in her mouth began to suck. John took her head and pushed it in and out, gradually building a rhythm.

"Mmmm," Clare mumbled as she continued bobbing in and out.

Just she thought he was going to cum, John pulled out and breathlessly said,

"Not yet," and pushed Clare onto the couch.

He undressed, giving himself time to subside. He mounted Clare and inserted his cock into her bare pussy and began to push in and out. The rhythm was slow at first. It gradually developed into a pleasing rhythm that was both pleasing and enjoyable for Clare. She became so absorbed in her sexual pleasure she screamed.

"Come on you bastard. Keep going. Keep going."

John's own sexual pleasure drove him on. He could feel his cum starting to flow. It exploded inside Clare, whose own orgasm also erupted, creating a volcanic stream of sexual pleasure for both. One thing they did have in common was screaming.

"Aaaargh," together as they came, leaving them both breathless.

After recovering their composure, John and Clare dressed.

"Make sure you're at that address tomorrow night and do what you have do to get that contract."

Clare left, angry and humiliated, but she knew there was nothing she could do but obey.

"Damn, damn, damn," she repeated to herself, sitting behind the wheel of her car as tears began to appear in her eyes. She drove away fearing what was to come.

Just after Clare left, the door leading to the next office opened and a short Asian man entered.

"Well, Mr Wu?"

"A magnificent specimen. A wonderful addition to my little harem."

"Now Mr. Wu, we agreed. She is only available for tomorrow night and to you and your friends on agreed nights."

Mr. Wu tapped John's shoulder.

"Just joking, my boy."

He signed the contract and left.


The following night, Clare drove to the address John had given. It was just half an hour by car. The large house was enclosed by a high wall. The gate opened automatically as Clare's car approached. She was clearly expected. Although it was dark, she could see the oriental style ornaments in the garden. The door was opened and a small Chinese woman in her twenties and in oriental dress greeted Clare in clear English with a Chinese accent.

"You are very welcome to 'Chao Wu's house of women'."

"'House of women'?" thought Clare. Later, she realised that the only male she saw was Mr. Wu.

The Chinese woman led Clare upstairs to a bedroom. There were three other women in the bedroom. It was like a royal bedroom, with a four poster bed and these woman appeared to be servants. They were silent and seemed to be waiting for something.

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