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Monica's Affair Ch. 02

She lied there silently on her side as she felt Jake climb in bed next to her. He forcefully pulled her against him, spooning her and cupping one hand on her breast, the other around her stomach, with his hard cock pressed up against her ass. He said nothing. He knew she was broken, she was his, and he owned her body now. She would not resist anymore, because she wanted his big cock so bad.

She felt a strange comfort with him holding her. No man had held her like that besides her husband. It felt odd, but strangely comfortable, and she didn't understand why. Her mind was full of thoughts, mostly about being pregnant and a cheating whore on her husband, but soon she drifted off to sleep from the exhaustion of being fucked so hard by Jake.

When she awoke many hours later, the sunlight was filtering in through the window. She realized she was alone in bed. She sat up, looked around and saw Jake standing, doing up his tie on his suit. He heard her stir and turned, looking at her.

"Aw, good morning my slut, you are awake, sleep well?" he asked.

"Um, yah I guess so," she muttered softly, nodding her head. She got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to shower, still feeling very humiliated from last night.

"Uh, excuse me, where do you think you are going?" he asked annoyed. She paused, looked at him puzzled, and pointed to the bathroom.

"I'm, um, going to shower, um, Daddy," is that ok? She hated using the Daddy word as it made her feel submissive to him.

"Not until you have performed your daily morning chore," he said and glanced down at his crotch. She stood frozen and gasped, knowing exactly what he was implying. She did not want to be demeaned as soon as she woke up.

She knew what defiance meant, and felt a twinge in her pussy as she slowly walked over to him. She hesitated for just a moment, and a tear formed in her eye as she lowered herself in submission, in humiliation to her knees.

"Yes Daddy," she answered very obediently. She felt like a whore as she reached up and undid his fly on his dress pants and reached in and pulled out his cock. Even flaccid it was longer than her husband's, and she felt so bad as she took it in her hand and starting stroking it slowly. It grew rapidly and in seconds was fully erect, pointing at her.

She knew she had to look up at him but really did not want to. She forced her eyes upwards, as she opened her beautiful mouth and took the head of his massive cock in, slowly working her tongue across the underside of his cock.

"Mmmmmmm, that's a good slut," he complimented her. "Show Daddy how much you love his cum."

With that he grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head tightly in place, and pushed his huge cock into her mouth. Immediately she gagged and coughed, and was not ready for that much of it so quickly. He forcefully fucked her mouth as she struggled to breathe and tried to shake her head in defiance, which just made him grip tighter on her hair. In and out he rammed his huge cock into her young mouth, and she wheezed and choked and struggled to breathe. She felt so demeaned, humiliated, and tears streamed down her face. It was then that she realized how soaking wet her pussy was.

"Oh God, not again," she thought to herself. "Why is this happening? I hate this, I hate him now, I don't want this, but why am I so wet?" she shuddered once and he knew she was turned on, which only made him fuck her mouth with faster thrusts.

For several minutes she gave him this blowjob, and was not looking forward to swallowing more of his cum. It was so nasty and thick and gross, her stomach turned at just the thought. And there was so much of it, much more than she thought possible.

She braced, heard him moaning, struggled to breathe as the head of his 9 inch cock was banging against her throat, gagged, cried, and then gasped as his huge cock finally erupted deep in her mouth. She felt wave after wave of his nasty cum shooting down her throat, over and over, and over. She had no choice but to swallow it, and tears streamed down her face as she did. She knew that every time she did this she was letting him dominate her, control her, and was submitting to him. And she hated herself for it.

After what seemed like forever, his cock finally stopped erupting in her mouth and she swallowed her last mouthful of cum, and cleaned up his cock with her tongue instinctively, as she knew he would tell her to if she didn't.

"Good slut, you are learning, well done. That was a great blowjob. What do you say to Daddy?"

She looked up at him, his hand still in her hair.

"Um, thank you Daddy, for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum," she answered, feeing like a huge slut.

"Good, now tell me how wet your pussy is slut?" he asked. She dreaded that he was going to ask, and everything in her wanted to lie, and not admit what a cheating turned on whore she was. But she knew he would check if she lied and she did not want to be spanked again.

"It's um, very, very wet Daddy," she answered. "Soaked Daddy," she went on.

"Good, as it should be," he answered. "You want Daddy's cock to fuck you hard again don't you slut?"

She nodded, and knew that they both knew the truth. "Yes Daddy, I do," she said feeling so humiliated.

He yanked her to her feet by her hair abruptly and forcefully and she cried out as she struggled to her feet.

"Well you'll have to wait for it slut, but you'll get a good fucking later for sure. For now, go and shower, we have a meeting in 30 minutes," and he turned her towards the bathroom and slapped her smooth round ass twice, very hard.

"Owww!" she cried out, and said nothing as she headed towards the bathroom.

Moments later she was in the shower with the hot water running over her body. She felt some solace in the fact that she knew this shower she would be doing alone, and had some time to herself. She had so much to think about, to consider. She put her hand down onto her flat, smooth stomach and held it there for a few seconds.

"Oh God, I hope I'm not pregnant," she said to herself, but was very worried that she was. During some alone time yesterday, she had spoken with her husband briefly on the phone. She didn't know what to tell him, part of her wanted to confess the whole thing, but she knew that would mean the end of her marriage. She cried as she washed herself. She had no idea how she could explain to Rick that she had had sex with Jake. Bare sex. Great sex. Unbelievably great sex. And that he had cum inside her unprotected. And that she had sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, twice. She had given Jake more blowjobs in the last 24 hours then she had given her husband in the last 6 months. And she hadn't swallowed Rick's cum since they got married. She hated it. But the memory of swallowing Jake's cum made her pussy throb slightly. She loved her husband, immensely, unconditionally, and now she had betrayed him in the worst possible way, by cheating with another man. And the worst thing of all, was she liked it. And she wanted more. She hated herself for how wet and turned on for Jake she was. He was treating her like a piece of meat, like his property. She hated calling him Daddy as well. But she knew, on some level, deep down inside her, all of this treatment contributed to the mind blowing orgasms he gave her from his hard fucking.

"Oh God," she thought. "This is only the 2nd day together, and already we have crossed so many lines," she thought. She knew sooner or later today, he was going to fuck her again. Hard, deep, and bare. And she knew she would beg for it if he told her to. She would beg like a whore for that 9" cock to be deep inside her again. "Oh God!" she said as she realized that, and touched her clit. She shuddered at the thoughts going through her head.

She quickly moved her hand and resumed showering. She couldn't give in. It would be hard enough doing whatever sick fantasies Jake had in mind later, she couldn't allow herself to be thinking of him during her alone time. She must focus on her husband she thought. She had only made small talk with him on the phone, not alluding at all to her sleeping situation or the fact that she had betrayed him and let Jake fuck her bare with no condom and possibly has made her pregnant. In her head she counted the days since her last period, and realized her fears were correct, she was ovulating likely right now. It was the worst time of the month to be having unprotected sex, and she was disgusted with herself for allowing Jake to cum inside her pussy. She shuddered suddenly and unexpectedly as she had that thought. Part of her desperately wanted him to cum inside her. Her orgasm she had while his cock was erupting inside her pussy was so incredibly intense, it was like a high. She wanted more. She needed more. She felt shame that Rick didn't make her orgasm like that, not even close. She had no idea a woman could even have orgasms that intense, that raw, that deep.

Again, she wrestled with her thoughts and tried to keep them off of Jake's huge orgasm inducing cock. She had to talk to Rick today, and she knew she had to confess, at some point. She felt sick to her stomach with the thought, but she loved him. And she knew, that the rest of this week she was going to be Jake's whore. She would do what he asked, and she would very likely like it. Her pussy was going to get a good workout, that was for sure. It excited her more than she was willing to admit to herself.

She finished her shower and stepped out and dried off. Leaving the bathroom, she saw her new lover waiting.

"Good you're done, you took way too long. Now get dressed, we have to go," he instructed, looking annoyed. He pointed to the bed and had already laid out her clothes, a mini skirt and a tight blouse.

"Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy," was all she replied, not wanting to start this day off bad with more pain those dreadful spankings. She quickly put on the clothes, feeling so naked without panties or a bra. Her nipples poked prominently through her blouse, and she desperately hoped no one would notice. They grabbed their things to leave and he stopped her at the door, pushing her against the wall.

"Remember, my slut," he instructed. "Your pussy is to stay wet for me today. This will tell me how badly you want my big bare cock later." And he put his fingers up her skirt and onto her clit. She was wet, but not soaked.

She nodded. "Yes Daddy," was all she could say. She knew she had a big presentation to do later in the morning, and she hoped he would give her a break then, as she had to focus and concentrate.

A couple of morning meetings went by quickly, and she was thankful her pussy was still wet. She feared what he would do if it wasn't. Her big presentation as minutes away and she felt so nervous. A colleague came up to her to give her a pep talk. Jake came up at the end and said,

"Oh Don't worry Melissa, Monica will do great. She's shown me she has great ability to take on new challenges like a champ. She's going to excel," he said, and Monica blushed, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

"Of course she will," her colleague replied. And she leaned in to whisper in Monica's ear. "You should put on a bra though, everyone can see your nipples." Then she walked away. Monica gasped and blushed deeply. She grabbed Jake's arm.

"Jake, please, Melissa just told me everyone can see my nipples. I'm totally embarrassed and humiliated. I can't go on stage like this with the whole room watching me. Please, can I go quickly and buy a bra? Just this one time and I'll take it off right after, I promise," she pleaded. She felt very ridiculous asking her boss for permission to buy a bra.

Jake took her hand and put it gently behind her back, holding it there, firmly. Not enough to cause her significant pain but enough to remind her who was in charge of her body. He pulled her aside to an empty alcove off the main hallway. He stood behind her, still holding her arm behind her back, bent at the elbow, and with his other hand he reached around and started tweaking her hard nipples through her thin blouse.

"Is your pussy wet for Daddy?" he asked. She shuddered as he stimulated her nipples, worried they would get even harder for her presentation.

"Yes Daddy, it's wet," she answered, thankful that it actually was.

"Good. Are you Daddy's whore?" he asked. She did not want to answer that question with yes, but she feared the punishment if she didn't.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm your whore," she answered quietly.

"Good, and do whores wear bras?" he asked. She was shaking now as he went back and forth between her nipples, slowly rubbing and pinching them in turn. They got much harder and more prominent then they had been. He pulled her arm up slightly and made her wince.

"No, Daddy, they don't," she said, broken. She already knew the answer to her question.

"That's right, they don't. You are a whore, Daddy's whore, my whore, and your body reflects that by showing off your hard, ripe nipples. Everyone will see them, and they will think you are a whore, with no class, for not wearing a bra. Then, later, Daddy will fuck you hard, and show you what a whore you really are. Understand, slut?"

She nodded, shuddering, afraid to stop him.

"Yes Daddy, I understand," she said with shame in her voice.

"Good, now get out there and do your work!" he said, and slapper her hard on the ass.

"Uhh!" she cried out, and nodded, fought back tears, and as he let her go grabbed her things. Her pussy was very wet right now and she was horny and wanted to get fucked so bad. She shook her head and tried to focus on the task ahead as she walked towards the conference room.

Minutes later she was introduced to a round of applause, and got up from her chair and walked to the podium. She fumbled with her notes for a few moments, looked and felt very nervous, and had butterflies in her stomach.

"Um, thank you very much," she told the crowd. Fortunately she had prepared well and as she started reading her notes her speech came back to her that she had read many times and had memorized. The more she talked, the more comfortable she became, and in minutes she was very engaged with the crowd, going through her presentation like a true professional. She was able to put out of her mind her hard ripe nipples, and stayed focused on her task.

Thirty minutes passed, and she was wrapping up, and felt great. She had the audience engaged, and purposely did not look at Jake the entire time, and her sexual dilemma was temporarily out of her head. The audience loved her presentation and clapped emphatically when she was done. She proceeded humbly back to her seat as the next speaker took the stage.

Unfortunately she was seated next to her boss, and as soon as she sat down he leaned in to her ear.

"Well done. Is your pussy wet right now?" he whispered. She felt betrayed, humiliated and like a piece of meat. She had just delivered a great presentation, one that he had part in creating with her, and all he cared about was her pussy. She knew it wasn't wet right now, as her focus had not been on him. How she was going to answer this was concerning her.

"Um, no, not currently. But I'll get it wet shortly, ok?" she answered, also whispering, but sounding quite annoyed with her tone.

He said nothing, and instead got up, excused himself and told her to come with him. She reluctantly, and fearfully followed. Outside, he didn't look back at her he just walked quickly towards an open meeting room that he knew was empty and free for the next little while. He walked in and waited for her to enter behind him. When she did he shut the door and locked it, and grabbed her arm and forcefully walked with her over to the far corner of the room. There was a table in front of them.

"What did I tell you about your pussy, before we left the room?" he asked her.

"You said I had to keep it wet for you all day," she replied. "But please, Jake, please, I had my presentation to do, surely you can understand that." As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it.

He looked down at her, and pointed to the table.

"Bend over, and raise your skirt," he instructed.

"Please, Jake, no, not this, not now. Please, not during the meeting. Please," she begged. She did not want this now, and felt so humiliated.

"We are missing the meeting, and it's your fault for your disobedience. Now do what I tell you. We need to get back, they are going to wonder where we are," he told her with great annoyance in his tone.

She looked up at her boss, and his eyes were cold, stern. She slowly nodded, and bent forward and lifted her skirt to her waist, and grabbed the far edges of the table.

"Please, please, don't do this," she pleaded, and braced for the inevitable spankings she knew were coming.

"You defied Daddy's orders and because of that you are a bad girl. A very bad girl. Admit it," he ordered.

She hesitated, hated this power game, and cried out as he yanked her hair.

"OWw , ok, ok. Stop. I was a bad girl," she said softly.

"Why were you a bad girl?" he asked.

"Because I didn't keep my pussy wet for you like you told me to," she said sarcastically.

"That's right, and why does your pussy need to be wet for Daddy at all times?" he asked.

"So that Daddy can fuck me hard and deep whenever he wants to," she said, tears forming in her eyes again.

"Yes, and what do you deserve since you were such a bad girl?" he asked.

She paused, knew the answer, and everything in her told her to defy him, to try to maintain her dignity, but she knew she couldn't. Slowly, she replied,

"Um, I need to be punished."

"That's right, you need to be punished. Spanked in this case. Ask Daddy to spank you because you've been a bad girl," he instructed.

Again, he paused, hesitating. Being spanked was one thing, but she did not want to ask for it. She felt so humiliated. But again, she felt she had no choice.

"Please, Please, um, Daddy, uh, spank me for being a bad girl," she said, tears running down her face in shame.

"Say it again," he instructed very sternly. She hesitated, hated this, but knew she had to comply.

"Daddy, please spank me for being a bad girl."

A second later she whimpered and cried out,

"Owww!" as his strong hand smacked her naked ass. He put his hand on her back and pushed her down further, so her breasts were touching the table.

"Whack! Whack!" went his hand onto her bare ass. The sound echoed throughout the room. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she cried out with each smack.

"Tell me why again you are being spanked slut," he instructed. She bit her lip and did not want to answer, but knew that further defiance would make things worse.

"Be-because I didn't, Oww!, keep my pussy wet for you," she answered with a quivering voice as he smacked her firm ass again.

"That's right!" he said as he spanked her again.

"Oww! Oww! Owww!" she cried out three times and shook as he smacked her ass hard. "Please stop, please stop! It hurts so bad!"

"When Daddy tells you to keep your pussy wet in the future, what are you going to do?" he asked as he spanked her again.

"Ewwww,UHhhh," she shook and cried out as his hand smacked her cheek. Crying hard now, she answered, "I will keep my pussy wet," she barely managed to say.

"Again! Louder!" he commanded and smacked her ass hard.

"OWww! Owww! Stop! STOP!! Ok, Ok,, I will keep my pussy wet when you tell me to!" she said louder as tears streamed down her face. Her young firm ass was on fire and red with his handprints.

"Why will you keep your pussy wet when I tell you to?" he asked.

"So that Daddy can fuck me hard whenever he feels like it," she confessed, feeling like a whore.

"Good. And is your pussy wet right now?" he asked, and spanked her twice more.
"Oww! Oww!" she shook and cried out.. "Yes Daddy, it's very wet right now." He slid a finger down to her sacred opening and felt deep wetness on her lips. She was soaked.

"Good slut. Now, we have to get back, dry up your tears," he said nonchalantly and spanked her hard three more times.

"Ahhh! Oww!" she cried out and jumped with each smack. Then suddenly he yanked her back upright by her hair and let her skirt fall back down.

"Let's go!" he said and took her hand and dragged her from the room. She felt so humiliated, and embarrassed that he took her out of this important meeting just to spank her. Her ass was stinging, and hurt so bad, as she quickly walked behind him and tried to dry her tears with her other hand.

Moments later they were back outside the meeting room and he stopped and looked at her. He wiped the remaining tears from her face gingerly, and looked into her beautiful eyes.

"Remember, Monica, your pussy stays wet for Daddy constantly. No exceptions! Understand?" he asked her.

She nodded. "Yes Daddy, I understand. I will keep my pussy wet for you." She shuddered, soaking wet, needing, craving his huge cock. Her ass was still stinging bad.

"Good," and he turned and walked back in, apologizing for leaving and they resumed their seating at the table beside each other. As Monica sat down she winced, as it made her sore ass hurt even more. She tried to sit forward a little in her seat, but it didn't help much. Jake started writing in his notebook, and she tried to focus on the speaker.

Moments later, he pushed his notebook over to her, and pointed to the note written on it.

"Monica, put your hand subtly under the table and start rubbing your clit. Continue until I give you permission to stop. DO NOT ORGASM under any circumstances or you're punishment will be severe. Do it now!"

She sat dumbfounded for several seconds. She read and re-read the note several times. She looked up at Jake and saw a stern look on his face. That same look that told her not to defy him. What did he want from her, she thought. He had already spanked her hard, and her pussy was currently wet, she felt humiliated, and didn't think this was appropriate at all. She had to pay attention to this speaker, it was important information. Rubbing her clit under the table was going to draw attention. She felt like a whore. She wanted to defy him and not do it but her aching ass reminded her she had to obey.

She glanced around at the crowd and nobody seemed to be paying attention to them. She glanced at Jake one more time with fire in her eyes, and so badly wanted to tell him where to go, but her hand slowly obeyed him and slid beneath the table. She opened her legs and pulled up her skirt. She sat there, with her hand on her thigh, still hesitating. She did not want to do this in front of everyone. And she wondered how long he would make her continue.

She so much did not want to do this. She felt very nervous, scared, humiliated, demeaned, and didn't like giving Jake this power. Or did she? Slowly her hand moved up her thigh to her waiting pussy. Immediately she felt it was soaked. Oh God she was so turned on. She found her clit and instantly shuddered very slightly. She glanced around and no one seemed to notice. She slid a smooth finger over her clit and it felt so good. Again. Again. She bit her lip to stop from moaning as she continued to rub her ripe young clit under the table.

Jake saw the look of struggle on her face and loved it. His sex slave was obeying and fingering her clit under the table. She struggled to maintain her composure, and act like she was listening intently, leaning forward on the table and gritting her teeth. The feeling inside her pussy was growing rapidly.

For several minutes she was able to continue, barely controlling herself until it hit her. That point of feeling a huge orgasm coming, knowing she is going to explode if she doesn't stop. Her finger was moving very fast now up and down her sensitive clit. Her face was intense, and she looked at Jake several times with desperation in her eyes. She alternated between biting her lip hard and gritting her teeth, ever so slightly shifting in her seat several times. And her firm ass was still very sore and this clit touching just amplified the pain.

She leaned over to Jake and whispered, "Please Daddy, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum so big. Please let me stop now!"

He leaned back to her and whispered, "Continue Monica. DO NOT orgasm. Do you understand?"

She didn't know how that was possible, but she simply nodded and continued stimulating her clit. She closed her eyes and pressed down hard on the table with her other hand. She shifted in her chair and gritted her teeth, trying desperately with everything she had in her to hold back her inevitable orgasm. Her finger rubbed faster and faster on her clit, and she needed to cum so bad but she knew she couldn't. She needed to stop now or she would not be able to hold back. She was seconds from exploding, and if anyone looked at her right now they would've seen clear signs of struggle on her face and wondered if she was ok. Jake was watching her intently.

About 30 seconds later that was it. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and felt butterflies in her stomach as she knew she was going to explode in orgasm right here in this room in front of 20 people, and she would be fired for sure. She felt humiliated, demeaned, helpless, and afraid of stopping without Jake's permission. A tear ran down her cheek in shame as she knew she was about to be exposed. Her pussy was throbbing and so aching for release.

Just as she was about to lose it all, Jake leaned in and whispered,

"Stop now slut, take your fingers away and stop touching yourself." She obeyed literally just in time, and grabbed the edges of the table and tried to control herself as her body wanted to explode. One or two more rubs on her clit and she would've exploded in orgasm right there in the room. But being left on the edge was torture. She was breathing heavy and tried to calm down subtly, but drew some dirty looks from a few people as she was shifting in her chair and making small noises. Her pussy was on fire, and she wanted, needed to be fucked hard by Jakes' huge cock. If they were alone right now she would've dropped to her knees and begged him to fuck her.

Slowly, she came down from her near ecstasy and started breathing normal again. She hated Jake for making her do this, feeling so embarrassed in the room. Her thighs and her skirt were soaked with her pussy juices. In a few more moments she was calm again and the colour was starting to return to her cheeks. She was focusing again on the meeting, and felt so embarrassed. Her pussy was soaked, drenched, and she felt very uncomfortable with the level of wetness between her naked thighs. She badly wished she had panties on right now. She tried to divert her attention to the topic of the speaker and started making notes in her book, shifting awkwardly in her chair.

The next couple of hours passed quickly. They had some more meetings, had lunch with colleagues and some good conversations. Jake was very nice and sweet to her in front of their colleagues, complimenting her on her work, and she was very flattered by it. At the same time she was wrestling with mixed emotions, because he made her feel so demeaned, humiliated, vulnerable, and unappreciated in private. And she hated how much she was turned on for him. Several times when he wasn't looking and she had a minute, she grabbed some napkins and wiped her pussy. It was soaked constantly, and every time she looked at him all she thought about was his huge bare cock fucking her hard. Being treated with respect in public and like a whore in private was really turning her on a lot, but she didn't even realize that yet.

The afternoon came and her schedule was clear for a few hours. She was hoping for some time alone but Jake insisted that she come back to the room with him. She knew he had some phone meetings to do so she knew he wasn't going to fuck her so she wondered what he wanted with her. She came and when the entered the room he shut the door and said,

"Monica, is your pussy wet for Daddy?"

Nodding, she answered,

"Yes Daddy, it's very wet for you." He reached up her skirt and found she was telling the truth.

"Good, get naked and lie on the bed on your back spread eagle," he instructed. She paused, hesitated, and wondered what he was going to do. Her ass was still sore from her morning spankings and reminded her of the price of defiance.

"Yes Daddy," was all she said and immediately took her skirt and blouse off and did what he said, getting on the bed and spreading out her arms and legs. He ignored her for a few minutes, setting up his laptop on the desk and preparing for his meeting. She lied there waiting patiently, not daring to speak anymore but very impatient and anxious. Finally he reached into his bag and came towards her and she gasped out loud.

He held four pairs of handcuffs and grabbed one of her wrists and snapped one on it.

"Daddy wait? Wait? What are you doing? Please, don't do this?" She did not want to be helpless to this extent and handcuffed to the bed.

"Quiet slut!" he ordered, and immediately she stopped talking but was feeling very anxious. He handcuffed her wrist to the corner of the bed, and proceeded to do the same with her other wrist. Then he opened her legs as wide as the bed would allow, and handcuffed each ankle to the corner. She laid there shaking her head, crying, helpless, naked, and bound. Her nipples were as hard as stones. He walked back to his bag and returned with a vibrator and a strap.

"Oh God, Daddy no, please!" she protested and tried to shake her legs free, but it was useless. He ignored her and hooked the strap up to her leg so the vibrator would stay in place and positioned the head of it right on her clit. He opened her clit with his fingers and pressed the head in further, so it was touching her most sensitive area. She jumped, and he plugged it in but did not turn it on. He then straddled her chest and pulled out his huge cock.

"Suck Daddy's cock," he ordered and raised her head by the back of her neck. She obeyed, and in moments was gagging again on his huge cock as he forcefully shoved it deep in her mouth. IN and out he faced fucked her, and she sucked and gagged and wheezed at its girth. For several minutes this continued, and she braced herself for swallowing more of his cum. Just as he was moaning and about to explode, he suddenly surprised her and yanked his cock from her wet mouth, and gave it a couple of hard strokes, and with one hand behind her head, holding it firmly in place, he put his cock to her face and it exploded, shooting his cum onto her face. She winced and closed her eyes tight and tried desperately to turn her head but he held it firmly in place, slowly covering her beautiful face with his cum.

"No, stop, stop.ohhh, " she cried out, humiliated as it coated her. He smiled, and kept cumming, purposely moving his cock around to fully, entirely cover her face with his cum. He even shot some of it into her hair, and it was running down her chin and onto her chest.

When he was finished her face was a huge mess, covered, soaked in his cum. He shoved his cock back into her mouth for her to clean it up and she did. Then he pulled it free and got off of her and put his cock away.

She squirmed, shook her head and looked totally humiliated.

"Oh God , Daddy, please, it's gross. It's so gross on my face. I'm sorry. Please wipe it off," she pleaded. She had never had cum on her face and had never wanted to. And now she was coated in it, and was helpless to do anything about it.

"This is also part of your punishment for your defiance earlier," he said. "Going forward, you will keep your pussy wet for Daddy at all times. At work, at your desk, in meetings, at home with your husband, when you are with your kids. Your pussy will be wet. Ready for Daddy's big cock at any time. This is not negotiable or conditional Monica. You are Daddy's whore now, understand?"

She nodded, crying, and her tears with mixing with his cum on her face.

"Yes Daddy, I understand. I've learned my lesson, I have. I will keep my pussy wet for you at all times Daddy. Please, Please, Daddy, let me up, don't do this. I have learned my lesson," she begged.

"Oh no my slut, you have not yet, but you will soon. Now, listen carefully. I'm going to be on some very important phone calls, and you are not to disturb me. Keep your voice down as you orgasm," he said and reached down, made sure the vibrator was tight against her open clit, which made her jump, and then turned it on, "high." He then turned, walked over to his desk and sat down, with his back to her and started dialing his phone, putting a pair of ear buds in his ears.

She immediately jumped at the sensation on her clit, and her body shook. She pulled hard at her bonds but was helpless to get free, and feared that he was going to leave her here cumming over and over for the entire meeting. His cum all over her face was making her even more turned on.

She heard him start speaking on the phone over the low hum of the vibrator. Her legs shook, and she opened her mouth and gasped as the sensations in her pussy were growing. The vibrator was pressed tight against her open clit, and she shuddered. Some of his cum ran into her open mouth and she tried to get it out with her tongue. Never in her life had she felt so helpless. She pulled hard on the handcuffs, knowing it was futile, but desperate to get free. She had to turn off the vibrator. She felt an orgasm coming and her beautiful young body shook more rapidly. She wanted to cry out but she knew she couldn't, so she bit her lip as her first orgasm took her. She shook and clenched her hands into fists and came hard, leaking pussy juice onto the bed.

The next thirty minutes were a blur. She stopped struggling and succumbed to a constant state of orgasm. One incredible high after another, and it wouldn't stop. She was sweating, throwing her head from side to side, curling her toes, shaking and shuddering on the bed, and trying her best to be quiet, but every once in a while a soft moan or gasp would escape her lips. As pleasurable as this was, soon it became torture. Her body couldn't take anymore, she felt light headed and was panting, as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

"Jake? Jake? I mean, Daddy, Daddy.. oh God... turn it off!" she whispered loudly, unable to take any more. The vibrator hummed and hummed as it stimulated her clit, and her pussy was flowing with cum constantly as she was forced to orgasm over and over and over and was helpless to stop it. Jake ignored her repeatedly, and worked and talked away, acting like nothing was wrong. At one point he told someone she was in her room, probably relaxing and watching TV or something. She felt so humiliated and ashamed that she was helpless, bound, and being forced to cum over and over just ten feet from him.

She arched her head back as another huge orgasm wracked her body. She raised her hips and came hard, shaking and gasping in a silent scream. Over and over and over she came, and was crying by now in shame at how good it felt but how badly she needed it turned off. She needed a break. Her heart was racing.

Nearly an hour had passed, although it felt like much longer for her, and finally, finally, Jake finished his call. He turned, looked at her, helpless and writhing on the bed, her face a mixture of his cum and her tears. She looked at him and couldn't speak, begging with her eyes for him to turn it off. Since he was off the phone she figured she could make noise, and moaned very loudly as another huge orgasm took her.

Jake slowly got up, walked over, reached out a finger and flicked her nipple. Instantly she came again.

"Are you ready for it to be turned off slut? Have you learned your lesson?" She nodded frantically, and replied,

"Yes, D-D-Daddy.. Pl-Please turn it off!!" she begged. He flicked each of her ripe and hard nipples a few more times each, and enjoyed watching her orgasm as he did, as she lied there helpless.

Finally he reached down and switched it off, and detached it from her inner thigh. Her body still shuddered and she still moaned, slowly coming down from her incredible orgasms. Her clit was sore and overstimulated. She looked up at her new master with her mouth gaping open as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. Her face was a mess. Cum mixed with tears, and she felt like such a whore. She knew what was next, and her pussy ached, throbbed for Jake's huge cock.

"Are you ready for Daddy to fuck you hard and bare?" he asked. She nodded, and felt ashamed as she replied.

"Yes Daddy, I'm ready , I'm very ready," she replied, broken and wanting. He undid her handcuffs and set her free and undid his pants and got between her legs on the bed. She was lost in lust right now and reached up to grab his arms to pull him down on her. She was at least happy this time that he was going to fuck her in this position, as it would feel a little more normal.

He positioned his cock at the entrance to her soaking wet pussy, and she was practically throwing her hips up to get him to enter her. He grabbed a handful of her hair but did not squeeze hard.

"What are you?" he asked.

"I'm Daddy's whore," she replied, knowing what he wanted her to say. At this point she would say anything to get his cock inside her.

"That's right, and how do whore's get fucked?" he asked. Immediately her heart sank. She knew what he was implying, and new tears welled up in her eyes. She felt defeated and demeaned once again. Slowly, she answered.

"Um, however Daddy wants to fuck me?" she said, hoping that was what he wanted to hear.

"That's right," he replied. "But this position, missionary, is for two people in love, who want intimacy, not for cock whores who need to be fucked hard and bare. Now get up and bend over the desk whore!" he ordered. She knew he was right and hated herself for it. She got up, and walked to the desk, her cum running down her thighs. She bent over and looked at him in the mirror with lust in her eyes.

He positioned himself behind her and opened her legs and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled hard, making her yelp and forcing her to look up at him in the mirror. He started spanking her bare ass with his free hand.

"Oww! Oww!! Owwww!" she cried out, shaking and crying as he smacked her ass. "Beg for it slut!" he ordered, and kept spanking her beautiful round, firm ass.

"Oww! Owww!" she cried out in pain. "Daddy, Oww! Please, fuck me! OWWW! ooWWWWW! Please fuck me hard Daddy!" she cried out like a whore, desperate for his huge cock.

"AhhhhhhhUhhhhhhh," she gasped suddenly as he rammed his huge bare 9" cock hard deep into her pussy with one massive thrust. A few more hard thrusts and he was fully inside her. She cried, and came, and shook and grinded her hips against him. That incredible place of ecstasy she had reached again, and came over and over from his hard thrusts, as his massive cock stretched her tight vagina.

He purposely slowed his pace so he could linger. With slow, deliberate, hard thrusts he fucked her vagina relentlessly, making her jump with each massive thrust. He pulled his huge cock all the way out to the tip and then rammed it hard all the way up inside her several times, over and over. She was moaning and crying and gasping and loved every minute of it. He fucked her for a long time like this. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he picked up the pace and she braced for his cum, knowing it was going deep into her fertile and unprotected vagina. And at this point wanting every drop as she knew how hard she was going to cum when his cock erupted.
With one final massive thrust, he yelled out loud as he held her hips tight and his cock deep and it exploded inside her.

"AWWWWWWWWhHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned loudly and her body shook as she white knuckled the desktop as her huge orgasm took her and she felt his cum shooting into her. This lasted for a long time, and finally his cock stopped and he slowly pulled it from her soaked and satisfied hole. Immediately she dropped to her knees, or more like fell to her knees she was so weak, like an obedient whore, and cleaned his cock with her mouth, as she felt his cum pouring out of her and onto her thighs and the floor.

When she was done he lifted her to her feet by her hair.

"What do you say to Daddy?" he asked her.

"Thank you Daddy for fucking me so hard and cumming in me," she replied with no hesitation. She had never felt so humiliated and demeaned in her whole life.

He looked at his watch. "Good slut. Your pussy is tight and loves Daddys' big cock. Now there is still a half hour or so until our next meeting. Go and stand in the corner with your back to me and think about what a cheating whore you are, and what a pregnant whore you might be. Do not speak until I give you permission to." He pointed to the corner of the room.

She couldn't believe this. After all he had put her through over the last few hours, she was exhausted, needed a shower badly, smelled like cum and had it running down her thighs right now. Her pussy was sore, and her ass was sore, as she stood there naked in front of her new Master. She knew what defiance would mean.

Slowly, she nodded, and walked, broken and humiliated to the corner and stood up against it, with her back to him. Tears rolled down her face and she shifted uncomfortably at his cum soaking her thighs. He went back to his work and ignored her. She wanted to speak, she wanted to go to the bathroom, she wanted a shower and to get dressed. But she didn't dare move, she knew what that would mean. Her thoughts soon drifted to her loving husband back home, and her hand went to her belly as she wondered if she was pregnant with Jake's baby. Tears rolled down her face and cum rolled down her thighs as she waited for her new Master to take her again.
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