121 SARAH AND THE SILVER MASTER 1
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Episode 121 - Just A Day At The Office free porn video
Introduction
Hi, I’m Justine a 44-year old, divorced, green-eyed, highly-sexed bi-sexual redhead, from near Winchester, having recently discovered the joys of submission.
This is my story, so I’ve told David not to include any of the u******e girls in red dance leotards or my gorgeous daughter Molly unless absolutely necessary.
It starts at the small legal partnership after a heavy weekend with my Dom Sam.
Office
Justy staggered into the law office on Monday morning, grateful for her deeply cushioned leather chair.
The senior partner, Samuel, must have noticed her late arrival (again) and pained expression when he sat down opposite her: “are you feeling alright, love? You don’t look very well”.
What could she say? Justy squirmed a little, trying to ease the pain in her backside. How much did he already know? Was her becoming a sub so obvious to her colleagues?
“Um … must have overdone the squash a bit at the weekend - you know how it is”.
“Squash! - Justine - so now you’ve taken to playing on your knees?”
Sam, her Dom, had now also taken to directing what she wore to the office during the week. So today the rather short skirt, pulled low over her hips in an attempt to hide the bruises on her thighs and buttocks, exposed a sliver of the steel waistband of her chastity belt.
“Lift your blouse, Justy - I need to see what you’re wearing.''
Oh shit - there was no going back from this - he must already suspect - what could she do?
Justine stood, shakily, unbuttoning her blouse - exposing the red and blue weals across her stomach and breasts.
“Oh you poor girl - He is treating you rough - now take off that skirt!”
Justy tried turning away in just her stay-up black stockings as her skirt hit the floor, using both hands to try covering the very obvious pink antenna sticking through the cuntal opening in her chastity belt.
"Oh dear - you have truly taken up the submissive role. On your knees baby - we need to try out that lovely mouth".
Justy had never felt so ashamed - how could her senior partner treat her so badly?
She could only manage a whispered "Yes, Sir", before taking his cock between her teeth.
A few sucks later, Justy collapsed in a heap - the remote controlled lush vibrator firing deep inside her body.
Samuel looked at the phone buzzing on her desk - he recognised that photo: "Pernickerty Sam Jones - how is the old bastard?"
Still trembling from the unexpected cuntal aftershocks, Justy managed: "you know my Master?"
"Yeah - we used to play golf most weekends - wondered why I hadn't seen him recently. Now get up - bend over the desk - I need to inspect the damage to your arse*.
Samuel gently inserted two fingers through the circular hole in the back of the chastity belt, feeling the bruised opening, then fed in his cock, pressing Justy flat to the desktop.
Her phone lit up again - this time showing 'Master2' with a photo of Mikey.
"A toyboy too - you are a busy lady".
The chastity belt chafed horribly between her legs: "get me out of this thing and you can be Number 3".
Samuel tried several of the keys in his jacket pocket, but none fitted: “you’d better come into my office - we’ll soon have this off”.
Justine pulled her blouse closed, hoping the manilla folder would shield the still-vibrating pink antenna between her legs.
Justine was mortified what the other partners would make of her near-nakedness, but they hardly seem to notice - just carrying on with their phone calls as if this was perfectly normal behaviour.
For a senior legal partner, Samuel proved to be a surprisingly competent lock picker, easily releasing Justine from the chastity belt and removing the pink Lush sextoy to leave it vibrating on his desk.
“Now then - I think what you need is a good massage to soothe some of this bruising” he stroked her sore bottom “and I’ve got the county’s best ther****t and masseuse on speed-dial”.
“Yes Sir” said Emma as soon as she picked up the phone “I could be there in 15 minutes”.
When Emma arrived, she turned down the lighting, put on some soft music and had Justy lay face down on the couch.
Samuel sat back in his leather chair watching Emma rub soothing oils into the damaged skin on Justy’s back and thighs, avoiding any direct contact with her stinging bottom.
Justine closed her eyes and drifted away into her favourite holiday beach in the hot sun as Emma kissed the back of her neck and skilful hands gently eased her legs apart to concentrate on her slick pussy lips.
Next thing, Samuel's cock was nudging at her face - she brushed it away, but he insisted - pressing it to her lips until she relented. Justine had to admit it did taste pretty good - rock hard and smothered in oil, while Emma continued the magic between her legs.
Justine carefully rolled over onto her back, never opening her eyes or letting go of the cock in her mouth, she felt many hands massaging her breasts, tweaking the nipples.
Emma must have removed her top, because Justy could now feel bare breasts pressed against her own - nipple rings digging into her tender skin.
Then bliss - a hot mouth descending down her tummy to nuzzle against her pussy, breathing in her hot aroma.
The flaccid cock slipped from her mouth as Justine fell asleep, blissfully unaware of Samuel covering her in a soft blanket and taking Emma out to lunch.
Dream
In her confused state, Sam had pinned down her arms, forcing his cock deep into her guts while Mikey (Master2) covered her nose and mouth until she passed out.
Justine came to, wrapped in that blanket, speeding away from the office on a mattress in the back of a cold van - Mikey's cock in her mouth.
From being desperately thirsty, Justine now had to pee - they stopped in a pub car park to let her relieve herself, then back in the van as the lunchtime drinkers were encouraged to cum on her tits for a £5 donation to charity.
"How much to fuck the bitch, mate?"
Sam: "It's for the Legal Action Group - so better make it £25 a go".
Justine had never felt so humiliated - tied up naked in the back of a van - being mercilessly fucked in both holes by drunken workmen making sure they got their money's worth.
Most of the younger blokes thought it perfectly acceptable to finish off in her mouth, without asking.
Fortunately they all bought her a drink to wash down the taste of the previous guy's spunk.
After the third gin and tonic in ten minutes, Justine on her knees barely noticed the cocks entering her cunt or arse, until one felt very different.
She looked back to see Emma entering her with a massive blue strap-on.
"Hi baby - tell me how this feels. It's a new invention that pumps a soothing balm up you on every thrust. I thought you would be my ideal first client".
“Is this real or a fantasy?” Justy asked dreamily to no-one in particular.
“I think you’re probably still dreaming” replied Emma from a long way off, “I’ve never had a strap-on that fits this well”.
“Tell you what mate - it’s pretty chilly in here - why don’t you let us take your bird to our nice warm hut down the road, so we can all screw the arse off her”.
Builder’s Hut
The youngest builder - let’s call him Dave - was already warming up a fat steel anal hook suspended from the ceiling with a blowtorch when Justy arrived.
“You have got to be joking - you’re never going to stick that thing up me”
“Sorry luv” replied Dave “this is your fantasy - we’re just following orders”.
The four walls of the filthy hut were covered in nude photos ripped from mens’ magazines. But in amongst the usual shiny busty blonde bimbos wearing nothing but a hard hat, Justy noticed a worrying number of oiled up redheads bound and gagged, being abused anally and cuntally by the builders.
Sam and Mikey held her arms and legs while the long curved anal hook, sizzling with lubricant was inserted - Justine screamed loud enough to be heard back at the pub, where Samuel and Emma were finishing an intimate lunch.
“Strange fantasies some subs have” Emma remarked, extracting Samuel's erection from his trousers, jacking the sperm onto her strawberries and cream.
Next, Justine was lifted bodily off the floor, face-down by the chains attached to the padlocked steel bracelets, anklets and the hook buried in her arse. She was winched to a suitable face- fucking height before Mikey thrust into her sopping cunt, while Sam and the builders took turns in her mouth.
Justine was now certain this couldn’t be real as she was flipped over to be face-up, legs spread-eagled, the anal hook replaced by a suspended rope around her waist to support her weight.
For some obscure reason Justy felt far more vulnerable this way up, as her head lolled backwards, throat overflowing with semen, Dave and the builders filling her gaping arse and cunt with cock in a continuous stream.
Justy screamed again as the industrial-scale G-clamps bit into her nipples, threatening to bring the roof down as her climax set the chains oscillating wildly.
Slipping in and out of consciousness, caused by the extreme pain and constricted breathing, she noticed the poster-sized print of her naked daughter Molly, smiling down from the ceiling - probably laughing at her submissive mother dripping cum onto the floor.
“That’s disgusting - do you know how young she is?”
“Judging by that mass of red pubic hair” admitted Mikey “I should guess she was 14 or 15 when I took that”.
A length of scaffolding pole was tied across her spread thighs to stretch her openings as widely as possible and her cunt ‘massaged’ by the length of a dildo with nails driven through it attached to a builders hammer drill.
This violation was way too much pain and not enough pleasure for Justine - trying desperately to remember her safe-word: "stop - please - I can't take any more".
Sam laughed: "that's not it - you filthy slut - you have to beg properly".
Mikey had taken to playing with the breast clamps, while Dave slapped her bruised arse very hard again.
Justine woke up - still naked - still in Samuel's office with Emma's fingers circling her clitoris: "welcome back baby girl - we thought we had lost you there - you can cum for me now".
Samuel handed over a small plastic bag stuffed with used banknotes and credit card slips to the Legal Aid charity "here - we found this on the floor after we cleaned you up".
Surely none of that nightmare really happened?
Justy tried to reply, but no words came out - just an odd gurgle as her jaw ached so badly.
Emma gently stroked her face: "I did tell them that two cocks in your mouth was probably enough".
Then Samuel noticed all the bruising around his new subs lower lips: "come on - I think we'd better get you checked over by a professional".
Doctor's surgery
Still wrapped in just the filthy blanket, Justine sat patiently in the surgery waiting room between Samuel and Emma.
When the display announced 'Ms Miller to Room 3', both redheads stood up.
"Molly" exclaimed Justine, seeing her daughter for the first time.
"Mother - what are you doing here?".
Molly slowly sat down again, groaning - legs spread - a very obvious baby bump under her coat.
Her waters broke - the puddle on the floor growing by the second - baby's red hair suddenly very visible.
"Yes mum - I'm having a baby".
"My baby" added Sam, stroking her belly.
Justine kicked him hard: "bastard - how long have you been r****g my daughter?"
"I should have thought that was pretty obvious you brainless slut. Anyway it was consensual, not r➽pe - she loved it".
Justy stumbled into the doctor’s room, trying to process what she had just witnessed - her Dom has been fucking Molly for at least 9 months!!
Samuel had already warned his doctor of Justine's submission injuries, so she simply fixed the sub's legs down to the examination table with Velcro straps to measure her heart rate and insert a cold, dry speculum.
"Hold that torch still, will you" addressing her senior partner "and stop playing with her breasts".
"I thought you medics always wore gloves for an intimate examination", Justy squirmed under the thumb pressure on her clit.
"No I prefer the direct feel of flesh on flesh - this one is fine, let's check the other place", inserting a thumb.
Justy wasn't convinced that this 20-something in the skin-tight white latex mini-dress was actually qualified - especially when she twisted around and went down on Samuel, who had been fondling her tits from behind.
Dressed in nurse's scrubs, Emma entered the room, carrying a brand new baby girl: "congratulations - you're a grandmother - Molly asked you to look after this little beauty while she gets back to college".
Emma proceeded to pull on her magic double strap-on dildo - the cocks arranged one above the other - cruelly entering Justine’s two sore openings, with only a light smear of lubricant.
The double fucking absolute agony to start, then easing as she watched Samuel bending the ‘doctor’ over her desk.
Holding her brand new granddaughter to her breast, Justy’s heart rate soared as her orgasm approached - only the second one today she actually enjoyed.
…..
Reality Check
The only named characters that exist are Justine, Molly, Emma, Sam and Mikey.
Absolutely none of the events actually happened - Justy isn't a grandmother - she says she or Emma certainly would have noticed Molly being pregnant from the age of 15, as one or both of them slept with her nearly every night.
Hi, I’m Justine a 44-year old, divorced, green-eyed, highly-sexed bi-sexual redhead, from near Winchester, having recently discovered the joys of submission.
This is my story, so I’ve told David not to include any of the u******e girls in red dance leotards or my gorgeous daughter Molly unless absolutely necessary.
It starts at the small legal partnership after a heavy weekend with my Dom Sam.
Office
Justy staggered into the law office on Monday morning, grateful for her deeply cushioned leather chair.
The senior partner, Samuel, must have noticed her late arrival (again) and pained expression when he sat down opposite her: “are you feeling alright, love? You don’t look very well”.
What could she say? Justy squirmed a little, trying to ease the pain in her backside. How much did he already know? Was her becoming a sub so obvious to her colleagues?
“Um … must have overdone the squash a bit at the weekend - you know how it is”.
“Squash! - Justine - so now you’ve taken to playing on your knees?”
Sam, her Dom, had now also taken to directing what she wore to the office during the week. So today the rather short skirt, pulled low over her hips in an attempt to hide the bruises on her thighs and buttocks, exposed a sliver of the steel waistband of her chastity belt.
“Lift your blouse, Justy - I need to see what you’re wearing.''
Oh shit - there was no going back from this - he must already suspect - what could she do?
Justine stood, shakily, unbuttoning her blouse - exposing the red and blue weals across her stomach and breasts.
“Oh you poor girl - He is treating you rough - now take off that skirt!”
Justy tried turning away in just her stay-up black stockings as her skirt hit the floor, using both hands to try covering the very obvious pink antenna sticking through the cuntal opening in her chastity belt.
"Oh dear - you have truly taken up the submissive role. On your knees baby - we need to try out that lovely mouth".
Justy had never felt so ashamed - how could her senior partner treat her so badly?
She could only manage a whispered "Yes, Sir", before taking his cock between her teeth.
A few sucks later, Justy collapsed in a heap - the remote controlled lush vibrator firing deep inside her body.
Samuel looked at the phone buzzing on her desk - he recognised that photo: "Pernickerty Sam Jones - how is the old bastard?"
Still trembling from the unexpected cuntal aftershocks, Justy managed: "you know my Master?"
"Yeah - we used to play golf most weekends - wondered why I hadn't seen him recently. Now get up - bend over the desk - I need to inspect the damage to your arse*.
Samuel gently inserted two fingers through the circular hole in the back of the chastity belt, feeling the bruised opening, then fed in his cock, pressing Justy flat to the desktop.
Her phone lit up again - this time showing 'Master2' with a photo of Mikey.
"A toyboy too - you are a busy lady".
The chastity belt chafed horribly between her legs: "get me out of this thing and you can be Number 3".
Samuel tried several of the keys in his jacket pocket, but none fitted: “you’d better come into my office - we’ll soon have this off”.
Justine pulled her blouse closed, hoping the manilla folder would shield the still-vibrating pink antenna between her legs.
Justine was mortified what the other partners would make of her near-nakedness, but they hardly seem to notice - just carrying on with their phone calls as if this was perfectly normal behaviour.
For a senior legal partner, Samuel proved to be a surprisingly competent lock picker, easily releasing Justine from the chastity belt and removing the pink Lush sextoy to leave it vibrating on his desk.
“Now then - I think what you need is a good massage to soothe some of this bruising” he stroked her sore bottom “and I’ve got the county’s best ther****t and masseuse on speed-dial”.
“Yes Sir” said Emma as soon as she picked up the phone “I could be there in 15 minutes”.
When Emma arrived, she turned down the lighting, put on some soft music and had Justy lay face down on the couch.
Samuel sat back in his leather chair watching Emma rub soothing oils into the damaged skin on Justy’s back and thighs, avoiding any direct contact with her stinging bottom.
Justine closed her eyes and drifted away into her favourite holiday beach in the hot sun as Emma kissed the back of her neck and skilful hands gently eased her legs apart to concentrate on her slick pussy lips.
Next thing, Samuel's cock was nudging at her face - she brushed it away, but he insisted - pressing it to her lips until she relented. Justine had to admit it did taste pretty good - rock hard and smothered in oil, while Emma continued the magic between her legs.
Justine carefully rolled over onto her back, never opening her eyes or letting go of the cock in her mouth, she felt many hands massaging her breasts, tweaking the nipples.
Emma must have removed her top, because Justy could now feel bare breasts pressed against her own - nipple rings digging into her tender skin.
Then bliss - a hot mouth descending down her tummy to nuzzle against her pussy, breathing in her hot aroma.
The flaccid cock slipped from her mouth as Justine fell asleep, blissfully unaware of Samuel covering her in a soft blanket and taking Emma out to lunch.
Dream
In her confused state, Sam had pinned down her arms, forcing his cock deep into her guts while Mikey (Master2) covered her nose and mouth until she passed out.
Justine came to, wrapped in that blanket, speeding away from the office on a mattress in the back of a cold van - Mikey's cock in her mouth.
From being desperately thirsty, Justine now had to pee - they stopped in a pub car park to let her relieve herself, then back in the van as the lunchtime drinkers were encouraged to cum on her tits for a £5 donation to charity.
"How much to fuck the bitch, mate?"
Sam: "It's for the Legal Action Group - so better make it £25 a go".
Justine had never felt so humiliated - tied up naked in the back of a van - being mercilessly fucked in both holes by drunken workmen making sure they got their money's worth.
Most of the younger blokes thought it perfectly acceptable to finish off in her mouth, without asking.
Fortunately they all bought her a drink to wash down the taste of the previous guy's spunk.
After the third gin and tonic in ten minutes, Justine on her knees barely noticed the cocks entering her cunt or arse, until one felt very different.
She looked back to see Emma entering her with a massive blue strap-on.
"Hi baby - tell me how this feels. It's a new invention that pumps a soothing balm up you on every thrust. I thought you would be my ideal first client".
“Is this real or a fantasy?” Justy asked dreamily to no-one in particular.
“I think you’re probably still dreaming” replied Emma from a long way off, “I’ve never had a strap-on that fits this well”.
“Tell you what mate - it’s pretty chilly in here - why don’t you let us take your bird to our nice warm hut down the road, so we can all screw the arse off her”.
Builder’s Hut
The youngest builder - let’s call him Dave - was already warming up a fat steel anal hook suspended from the ceiling with a blowtorch when Justy arrived.
“You have got to be joking - you’re never going to stick that thing up me”
“Sorry luv” replied Dave “this is your fantasy - we’re just following orders”.
The four walls of the filthy hut were covered in nude photos ripped from mens’ magazines. But in amongst the usual shiny busty blonde bimbos wearing nothing but a hard hat, Justy noticed a worrying number of oiled up redheads bound and gagged, being abused anally and cuntally by the builders.
Sam and Mikey held her arms and legs while the long curved anal hook, sizzling with lubricant was inserted - Justine screamed loud enough to be heard back at the pub, where Samuel and Emma were finishing an intimate lunch.
“Strange fantasies some subs have” Emma remarked, extracting Samuel's erection from his trousers, jacking the sperm onto her strawberries and cream.
Next, Justine was lifted bodily off the floor, face-down by the chains attached to the padlocked steel bracelets, anklets and the hook buried in her arse. She was winched to a suitable face- fucking height before Mikey thrust into her sopping cunt, while Sam and the builders took turns in her mouth.
Justine was now certain this couldn’t be real as she was flipped over to be face-up, legs spread-eagled, the anal hook replaced by a suspended rope around her waist to support her weight.
For some obscure reason Justy felt far more vulnerable this way up, as her head lolled backwards, throat overflowing with semen, Dave and the builders filling her gaping arse and cunt with cock in a continuous stream.
Justy screamed again as the industrial-scale G-clamps bit into her nipples, threatening to bring the roof down as her climax set the chains oscillating wildly.
Slipping in and out of consciousness, caused by the extreme pain and constricted breathing, she noticed the poster-sized print of her naked daughter Molly, smiling down from the ceiling - probably laughing at her submissive mother dripping cum onto the floor.
“That’s disgusting - do you know how young she is?”
“Judging by that mass of red pubic hair” admitted Mikey “I should guess she was 14 or 15 when I took that”.
A length of scaffolding pole was tied across her spread thighs to stretch her openings as widely as possible and her cunt ‘massaged’ by the length of a dildo with nails driven through it attached to a builders hammer drill.
This violation was way too much pain and not enough pleasure for Justine - trying desperately to remember her safe-word: "stop - please - I can't take any more".
Sam laughed: "that's not it - you filthy slut - you have to beg properly".
Mikey had taken to playing with the breast clamps, while Dave slapped her bruised arse very hard again.
Justine woke up - still naked - still in Samuel's office with Emma's fingers circling her clitoris: "welcome back baby girl - we thought we had lost you there - you can cum for me now".
Samuel handed over a small plastic bag stuffed with used banknotes and credit card slips to the Legal Aid charity "here - we found this on the floor after we cleaned you up".
Surely none of that nightmare really happened?
Justy tried to reply, but no words came out - just an odd gurgle as her jaw ached so badly.
Emma gently stroked her face: "I did tell them that two cocks in your mouth was probably enough".
Then Samuel noticed all the bruising around his new subs lower lips: "come on - I think we'd better get you checked over by a professional".
Doctor's surgery
Still wrapped in just the filthy blanket, Justine sat patiently in the surgery waiting room between Samuel and Emma.
When the display announced 'Ms Miller to Room 3', both redheads stood up.
"Molly" exclaimed Justine, seeing her daughter for the first time.
"Mother - what are you doing here?".
Molly slowly sat down again, groaning - legs spread - a very obvious baby bump under her coat.
Her waters broke - the puddle on the floor growing by the second - baby's red hair suddenly very visible.
"Yes mum - I'm having a baby".
"My baby" added Sam, stroking her belly.
Justine kicked him hard: "bastard - how long have you been r****g my daughter?"
"I should have thought that was pretty obvious you brainless slut. Anyway it was consensual, not r➽pe - she loved it".
Justy stumbled into the doctor’s room, trying to process what she had just witnessed - her Dom has been fucking Molly for at least 9 months!!
Samuel had already warned his doctor of Justine's submission injuries, so she simply fixed the sub's legs down to the examination table with Velcro straps to measure her heart rate and insert a cold, dry speculum.
"Hold that torch still, will you" addressing her senior partner "and stop playing with her breasts".
"I thought you medics always wore gloves for an intimate examination", Justy squirmed under the thumb pressure on her clit.
"No I prefer the direct feel of flesh on flesh - this one is fine, let's check the other place", inserting a thumb.
Justy wasn't convinced that this 20-something in the skin-tight white latex mini-dress was actually qualified - especially when she twisted around and went down on Samuel, who had been fondling her tits from behind.
Dressed in nurse's scrubs, Emma entered the room, carrying a brand new baby girl: "congratulations - you're a grandmother - Molly asked you to look after this little beauty while she gets back to college".
Emma proceeded to pull on her magic double strap-on dildo - the cocks arranged one above the other - cruelly entering Justine’s two sore openings, with only a light smear of lubricant.
The double fucking absolute agony to start, then easing as she watched Samuel bending the ‘doctor’ over her desk.
Holding her brand new granddaughter to her breast, Justy’s heart rate soared as her orgasm approached - only the second one today she actually enjoyed.
…..
Reality Check
The only named characters that exist are Justine, Molly, Emma, Sam and Mikey.
Absolutely none of the events actually happened - Justy isn't a grandmother - she says she or Emma certainly would have noticed Molly being pregnant from the age of 15, as one or both of them slept with her nearly every night.
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