Mistress of the Game
Edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curits.
Chapter Two:
Wendell Kerr entered his office. As he placed a large stack of files down
amongst the papers strewn over his desk a single red envelope caught his eye.
Picking it up, he held it to his nose and inhaled deeply. Immediately, he
recognized the fragrance, her favorite. His mind drifted into wicked thoughts of
her - sending a chill down his spine.
She owned his ass, and they both knew it. Forgetting everything else, he sat
down and tore it open. Three words were scrawled in scarlet lipstick across the
white card inside - Tonight, seven o'clock. No more information was needed.
That told him who, when, and where. He sat back in his chair and stared straight
ahead as he wondered what nasty little surprises she might have for him this
time. His thoughts were interrupted a few minutes later when his secretary,
Marie, entered. "I'm ready to do the figures on that report now, Mr. Kerr."
'Well, its about time too,' Wendell thought. He'd asked her to come and get it
more than two hours ago, but what could he do? Complain? No, she would ignore
him. Remind her he was the boss? What a joke that had become. Threaten to sack
her? Certainly not. That might displease Shondra, and he couldn't possibly risk
that. Ever since she had walked in on him and his mistress, three weeks ago,
everything had changed. She did things in her own time now. Even more
frustrating was the fact that everything he did, since then, got reported back
to his mistress. Fuck her, some days he couldn't even take a piss without
Shondra hearing about it!
"Marie mentioned you took much longer than usual in the bathroom today. You
weren't wanking off in there were you?" Shondra questioned him one evening.
He pretended not to notice as Marie sat down, crossed her lovely legs, and made
a token effort to pull her skirt over her knees. He knew the little bitch was
doing it on purpose just to tease him. He handed her a file of papers, and as
she leaned over to take them, he realized the two top buttons of her blouse were
undone. Immediately, he felt his cock jerk between his legs. 'Fuck her,' he
silently cursed. However, fucking Marie simply wasn't an option for Wendell.
"You're my slut," Shondra's words rung in his head, "I tell you who you can
fuck, when you can fuck, and how you can fuck."
Marie took a quick look through the papers and then said, "I'll have this back
to you in the morning."
Only, he wanted that damned report today. Tomorrow would be too late; it would
mean him having to rush through the summary to finish it on time. "I really need
it back today."
"You didn't say please."
"Please, Marie, I really need it back today."
"You'll get it in the morning."
"That'll be fine."
Wendell had to get rid of her, he knew that, only he just wasn't sure yet how he
was going to manage it.
The day dragged. He always found it difficult to concentrate, knowing he would
be seeing his mistress later and so, around four o'clock, he packed up and
walked out of his office. "I'm leaving for the day Marie. I have a few things
to take care of at home," he said, as he passed her desk.
"Yes, you have a lovely evening, Mr. Kerr."
'Lovely evening? What ever happened to see you in the morning?' Wendell thought.
'Surely, she doesn't know where I'm off to. Isn't anything private around here
anymore?' He rolled his eyes in silent bewilderment and left.
Upon arriving at Shondra's house, he knocked twice and then used his key to
enter. He removed all his clothing, but for a tight black g-string, before
finally securing a heavy leather collar around his neck and then kneeling down
on the floor and waiting. Several minutes passed before Shondra appeared. The
black leather corset she wore pinched her waist, pushing her tits up so they
almost burst out, and her smooth black stockings and high spike heeled shoes
made her lovely legs appear even longer. Certainly, he had seen her dressed like
this before, but he still couldn't help staring. As usual she seemed pleased to
see him, only this evening she looked smug.
"Mistress has a little surprise for her slut tonight," she told him, turning and
beckoning him over her shoulder with her index finger. Wendell stood up and,
walking two paces behind, followed her into the sitting room. He entered and
immediately froze. There on the sofa, looking as angelic as always, sat his
secretary, Marie. Shondra grinned. "Yes, I thought you might be surprised to my
baby girl. Now, show some respect will you, slut, and get down on your knees
where you belong."
Wendell's mouth felt dry, and he couldn't speak. He dropped down onto the floor,
his thighs spread wide and his cock throbbing between them. Seeing where Marie's
eyes were focused, he instinctively tried to cover the bulge in his g-string
with his hands. As he did, she mockingly pouted her full lips at him and blew
him a kiss.
Ignoring his obvious discomfort, Shondra explained, "Marie and I were just
talking the other day, and she asked me if a man can fuck as well as a woman.
Well, of course I told her, 'no way,' but she's young and curious and wants to
find out for herself."
Marie put her hand to her mouth and stifled a little giggle. "So I told her,
'You can use Wendell's if you like.'" Shondra hesitated and glanced down at him.
"Take your hands away so my baby girl can have good look at you."
His lips curled into a nervous little smile as he dropped his hands to his
sides, revealing the bulge straining against the sheer fabric stretched across
his groin. Shondra poked the tip of her crop inside his g-string, flicked it to
one side and, in an instant, what little modestly he had vanished.
Spanking him, Marie had certainly seen his bare ass before, but now , sitting in
front of her with his cock and balls fully exposed, he felt humiliated. Despite
his embarrassment, however, he had a raging erection. Sometimes it was just like
that for Wendell. It was as if his cock had a mind of its own, and he had no
control over it.
"Well, what do you think? Will his cock do?"
Marie grinned and nodded. His mistress then turned back to him. "I promised her
a man's cock today, and I promised her a good hard fuck. Do you think you can
handle that?"
Stunned, Wendell swallowed hard as his mind raced and her words sunk in. Marie
was his secretary and he was her boss. Marie had never known a man before. Marie
was Shondra's little toy. More than anything else, she too, would have him
totally by his balls if he fucked her, with or without his mistress's
permission. No, he couldn't do it! He would regret it. It would be just too
foolish. Then, as his cock jerked between his legs, one thought predominated
over all others in his head - 'Can I handle fucking her? Fuck yes! I can handle
fucking the little bitch all right!' His reply, however, was simply a whispered,
"Yes, Mistress. I think so."
Tiny beads of sweat began to form on his face and chest. He watched as Marie
stood up and slipped her flimsy white dress up and over her head, revealing her
matching bra and panties - also white with a lace trim and tiny pink ribbons.
Her feet were bare, and her blond hair loose and flowing. Wendell knew it had
been a long time since he had seen anything so sweet and innocent to look at.
Gingerly, Marie walked over to him. Standing there in front of him, she looking
a little awkward at first. A faint smile formed on her lips, and then she turned
around to drop down on to her hands and knees.
"That's a good girl, yes I've trained you well, haven't I?"
"Thank you mistress," she hesitated before adding, "His thingy looks so big; it
won't hurt will it?"
"If he hurts my baby girl, I'll whip his ass." She smiled and then, using both
hands, gently pulled Marie's panties down around her knees. Her ass was smooth
and pale, accentuating the rose color of her cunt. Clearly, she was aroused, as
her red and swollen clit protruded through the wet velvety folds of her outer
labia. Wendell closed his eyes for a moment and prayed he wasn't dreaming.
Shondra stroked her crop over Marie's ass, then down between her thighs to rub
it over her glistening sex. "Just look at how wet my baby girl gets," she told
him, bringing the crop to her mouth and licking the sweet wetness from it.
"She's lovely, isn't she?"
Wendell was dumbstruck. He nodded his head and silently pleaded for her to allow
him to have little taste too. Shondra, however, obviously wasn't feeling
particularly generous and so he had to remain content to just enjoy her sweet
feminine scent.
His cock throbbed and his balls felt like lead weights between his legs as he
sat, obediently watching and waiting. He wanted to jerk off right there and then
but, of course, he was forbidden from touching himself without permission. He
wanted to just jump up and fuck the little bitch until she begged him to stop.
He wanted to do a lot of things; however, Shondra owned his cock now. "Yes,
Mistress, she's very lovely," he replied, as he stared down at her inviting
young ass.
"Well, how the hell can you see from over there? Drag that slut ass of yours
closer, will you , Wendell? I want you to take a better look."
Clumsily, he shuffled forwards on his knees. His cock bobbed in front of him as
he moved, and that amused his Mistress. She laughed and gave the tip a quick
light slap with her crop. He winced as it sent a painful shot of excitement
through him. Then, grabbing hold of his hair, she jerked his head back and
leaned down to give him instructions. Her breath felt warm in his ear as she
told him, "I want you to give my girl a good hard fuck now. Nice and slow to
begin with, and then harder and faster when I tell you. You got that, slut?
Good... now get to work, my little fucker."
Feeling his whole body trembling, he shuffled close enough to place his hands on
Marie's hips. He pressed the tip of his cock into her wet cunt. It felt so good,
so tight. If Shondra had been fucking her, she had been doing it with something
much smaller than his cock. He closed his eyes to savor the moment but, unable
to control his own lust, he pushed it all the way in, right up to his balls.
Marie cried out and grimaced.
Wendell wasn't sure if she was in pleasure or pain. Either way, she made no
attempt to move away. That wasn't, however, what his Mistress had in mind.
"Not like that, slut!" she snapped, slapping his ass viciously with her crop.
The sharp burning sting caused his body to jolt, he immediately withdrew.
"Now, show me your ass, slut!"
Wendell knew he was in trouble. Backing away from Marie, he leaned over onto the
floor to rest his forehead on his folded arms as he lifted his ass. Shondra
raised her crop high and then struck it down several times across his soft
flesh, leaving burning red welts. Wendell cried out each time it hit, but she
wasn't satisfied. "Wider!" Shondra commanded, impatiently tapping the toe of her
shoe between his thighs. He spread his legs further, exposing the most
vulnerable part of his body.
"Don't worry, slut," she reassured him, "I promise I won't hurt those precious
balls of yours" Shondra grinned and once again, raised her crop, only this time
she struck it across the back of his scrotum, sending a shock of pain through
him. Wendell dropped down onto the floor, cupping his balls in his hands as he
writhed about. "Honestly," she smirked, as she held her crop in one hand and
traced her fingertips over it with the other. " Sometimes I just can't believe
what a fucking liar I can be."
After a couple of minutes, she turned to Marie as said, "He hurt my baby girl,
didn't he?"
Wendell lifted his head and glanced across. Sweet and innocent little Marie was
grinning but, immediately Shondra spoke, her expression changed to a feigned
look of pain as she pouted and nodded.
"Let's try that again, shall we?" Shondra said, tapping Wendell with her crop.
He dragged himself up off the floor and once again pressed himself inside the
smooth folds, only this time just his cock head. The pleasure he felt was almost
as unbearable as the frustration of not being allowed to shove his cock right
inside her. He wondered if the little bitch was tightening her cunt muscles to
tease him. He gasped, as once again he felt the exquisite pressure. Yes, he was
sure of it. His mistress was pleased. Obviously Marie was too, because she began
pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.
"She's a hungry little whore, isn't she?" Shondra told him. "I made her that
way, you know."
"Please, Mistress, this little slut's pussy aches to cum. Please, may she have
some more cock?" Marie begged, as she panted and gasped.
Wendell felt the burning sting of his mistress's crop on his ass again.
"Fuck her harder slut! Can't you see she wants more!"
He didn't need to be told twice. Without hesitation, he rammed his hard cock
deep inside her wet warmth. He was sure he would explode at any minute. Until,
from behind, he felt the firm grip of his mistress's fingers wrapped around his
balls. He gasped and then held his breath. "Not yet, slut boy; not until your
work is done."
Again and again he rammed his cock into the girl, trying to satisfy her. Her
sticky wetness now dripped down onto his balls. After a while, as well
lubricated as she might have been, his cock began to feel raw as he pumped her
insatiable cunt. Eventually, however, his efforts were rewarded, and his
mistress released him.
"Fill her, slut boy!" she commanded.
Those words were almost as sweet as the orgasm he experienced as, thrusting his
cock deep inside her, he shot his load of cum. Marie screamed and tossed her
head back, and then her whole body shook in a dramatic climax.
"Good slut," his Mistress told him when he had finished, as she patted the top
of his head.
'I just fucked sweet little Marie! How many men back at the office would love a
piece of her juicy ass?' He asked himself. Yes, numerous times he had overheard
them talking about her around the water cooler. Then, in an instant, a
devastating thought hit him. 'I just fucked my sweet little secretary, Marie,
and I can't tell anyone else about it!'
He pulled his limp cock out and sat resting his ass on his heels. He stared down
the floor, panting heavily. Then, after a couple of minutes, when he had
regained his breath, he looked up. Marie walked over to his Mistress and, as
she drew near Shondra slipped her arm around her waist. He watched as the two
kissed, their tongues flicking out just before their lips met. Then Marie
smiled and said, "Thank you, Shondra, you are so good to me."
His Mistress looked down and gently nuzzled her face into Marie's hair. "Oh, I
know that was fun for you, baby girl, but now I'm going to pleasure my little
princess like only a woman can."
Turning towards the door, without another word to him or even a glance back in
his direction, the two women walked out arm in arm.
The following morning, Wendell couldn't help thinking about the previous night.
He felt awkward and uncomfortable when Marie walked into his office. She seemed
to have something on her mind, too.
"Here is that report you wanted me to go over," she said, handing him the file.
She was about to turn and leave, but then she hesitated, adding, "Mr. Kerr, I've
been doing a lot of thinking. I don't feel we can go on like this. I don't want
to be your secretary any more."
Wendell couldn't believe what he was hearing. A huge wave a of relief swept
over him; he felt as if a heavy load was about to be lifted from him. He'd
gotten to fuck hot little Marie, and now he would be getting rid of her. Could
it really get any better? He thought again. Yes, it could. If Marie left
suddenly, his colleagues would assume he had fucked her and dumped her.
"Yes, I understand, Marie," he replied, trying to look concerned as he nodded
his head.
She took a deep breath and continued, "I think I should be officially made your
assistant. Oh, and I think that deserves a nice pay raise too, don't you, Mr.
Kerr? A nice fat pay rise." Smiling sweetly, she waited for his reply.
