Karen From Trophy Wife to Slutwife 1
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The Trophy Wife Diaries 1. free porn video
It was obvious that the two young women entering the ladies room had not seen me go in before them. As I sat in a stall tending to business they began boisterously commenting on various women they had witnessed through the evening so far. At some point I figured their barbs would be thrown my way and roughly a minute into the list of gals they were certain were bitches, bimbos, sluts and hookers a lady fitting my description entered the conversation. Oh my Gawd, one of them exclaimed, and did you see that one phony blonde bitch in the red dress and fake Louboutin heels? I know, right, you know how she got in here tonight. Love her dress though. Probably a knockoff I bet. Yeah, probably, but if you say yes, daddy often enough I guess some dumb ass dude will ruin his credit buying you shit! Did you see who she came in with? No, but I'm sure she's with one of those fossils who thinks he's won the jackpot every time he buries his head in her fake tits and then she swallows for dollars! I finished touching up my lipstick using the mirror in my purse to let them finish their hater rant though I almost gave myself away as I could barely contain my laughter at their last comment.
When I unlatched the stall door and stepped into view the two social commentators quickly realized they'd been caught. Suddenly the only sound in the room was that of my very real Louboutin stilettos as I crossed the floor towards them. Good evening ladies, I offered, but got no reply as they began sheepishly pretending to look for something in their purses. Well, since you suddenly have nothing to say, allow me to introduce myself. I am Karen Winters, also most happily known as Mrs. Steven Winters. Since you mentioned his name a minute or so ago as well as what you'd do for him you know he's most certainly not a fossil. So, now that we've been properly introduced I'm sure you're well aware that my shoes are very much the real thing and the dress is an original. Oh, by the way, at the risk of providing too much information, I absolutely do swallow. For love, for lust, for dollars and because I'm his whore as much as his wife. Yes, darlings, whatever you can imagine that I do or have done to get where I am in life I assure you it's much more hardcore and nasty than you have dreamed up. Now, if you'll excuse me, my six foot three inch hunk of multi millionaire husband is probably missing his air head, fake tits bimbo, piece or arm candy so I must be going. One more thing though. Whatever you think of me all I'll say is don't knock it until you've tried it and tried it all. It's a dirty job but the pay and benefits are heavenly.
Truth is, I am rarely so forward and confrontational.
Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the fact that a woman dared to think she could seduce my husband. Either way I was ready to fight if need be but neither of the lovely young bitches had another thing to say from the time I walked into view until the fundraiser ended and we all went our separate ways. They kept their distance though. I guess when you discover the sponsors wife is only submissive to men you find the courtesy and respect hidden deep within your nasty little heart! Or else. But really I'm a fairly shy and gentle soul who took a while to settle into the role of trophy wife. Growing up I was not at all the classy but flashy piece of personal decoration I am today. And despite the assertion that I get my head refilled with the same air compressor used to top off my tires I didn't turn to a life in high heels and making men happy because I had no other choice! No, I had jobs all through high school and college and the promise of a junior marketing executive position with a major area promotions firm once I graduated with my marketing degree. But it was during a meeting with one of the executives of the firm that I learned just how effective allowing my natural bent towards submission could be. Now, while I had never been a super slut, I had also never been a prude either. So, by the time Robert P. Martin, regional vice president of advertising, offered me a chance to bypass the junior executive position by proceeding straight to my knees, I was both eager and capable of accepting the position!
I know what you're thinking but not so fast. The fact is, I was being mentored at work and it was more than just facials 101 and the subtle art of ass to mouth. Robert actually assigned me work, assisted me in learning the marketing business and required that I finish school before appointing me a position I hadn't proven myself in. Take that as you will. I know I did! Fun facts aside I did graduate college with my marketing degree and I did walk, in the high heels Robert required, of course, into a job that most at the firm took several years to attain. There was some anger and resentment at first. However, as the gentlemen around the office were encouraged to get to know me better, and better, and better, their opinions of me began to change. I worked there for almost four years after graduation and although I never handled a single client account directly I did help land the business of dozens of well respected companies through my charm, engaging personality, tight skirt suits, ever present high heels and, occasionally, my ability to make a client sit back and say, holy shit! I've never had a bitch that could take it all before, fuck! I guess the years of being the office bobble head sometimes paid off!
And I was the office bobble head with eight horny gentlemen to keep happy I frequently worked overtime, weekends and holidays making sure office morale never fell. I was pumped full of so much cum daily that I joked with Robert one day that it was going to show up in my blood test for my annual physical! He laughed and agreed that it might before coating my tongue with another huge creamy load. I added it to my collection before being told I would be needed for a client meeting later that day. Of course, sir, I replied, what time? After hours, sevenish, at Gateway. Oh okay, but I already agreed to see a movie with Marco. Robert immediately buzzed Marco's extension and informed him that his plans had changed. The message was met with a quick, yes sir, understood. Robert was rarely so direct with his staff so they never questioned him when he was. As for you my dear, while you always look amazing, tonight I need you to be otherworldly, understood? Absolutely, I'll paint myself green and grow some antennae, I joked. Funny bitch, real funny, you know what I mean. Of course, sir, if whomever this mystery man happens to be doesn't sign with us it will not be my fault I assure you. Good, now go get ready to land us a big fish.
All I told my manicurist was that I had a big blind date tonight and so I needed my nails to say hello in a big way. Inch long, fuck me red and shining like new diamonds I left the salon for home with digital advertisements of intention. See, told you I learned marketing before I became a kept woman! But seeing as I had no definition for otherworldly except not green with antennae my choice of outfit would take a bit more thought. Too slutty and the whole thing would appear staged. Like Robert had hired a hooker and I was not a hooker. A well paid, in house, on demand call girl masquerading as a marketing executive perhaps but not a hooker! However, I thought, too conservative and big shot client boy might not get the idea that I was the company's in house, client focused, on demand call girl available to provide extracurricular services of the sort other marketing firms simply couldn't provide without resorting to hiring a hooker! I struggled with the decisions for a bit but I have to say given that I thought I would have to personally pick Roberts jaw off the ground when he saw me I think I did okay. Peter and Tillman who had, unbeknownst to me, also been invited shared the same, slack jawed, how do I hide this boner appearance of boss man so I knew I nailed it. What's the matter boys? Never seen an angel in the devils wardrobe before? I had worn a long line corset to force my already amble D-cups up on the proverbial shelf and into the realm of romance novel, heaving bosom legend. I was naturally slim but always wore a shorter corset or girdle to shrink things even more but I usually kept it somewhat sane with the cinch. That night, however, since I was taking one, or a dozen, who knew, for the team I cinched my tiny torso down to twenty inches. I wore an off the shoulder red dress with sequins and a shape that I can only pull off with a corset full engaged. The figure hugging body of the dress below the bodice traced every curve, real or manufactured, and featured a thigh high slit that was just long enough to cover my sheer black stocking tops when standing but just short enough to give a peep show when I sat down. My shoes were six inch high, pointed closed toe stilettos that forced my feet fully vertical with each step. The sling back exposed just a bit of the line in my stocking and the patent red heel contrasted with the back patent uppers and matched my stiletto fingernails perfectly. Well, boys, I thought I'd channel my inner Jessica Rabbit. Do you think our client will approve? Don't know miss Karen but I sure as hell do, said Peter as he broke the silence. Yeah, Robert followed, somebody is getting lucky tonight whether we sign this account or not!
So, big Rob, when is Winters supposed to be here? Damn, Tilman, Peter said, you got the sexiest woman around staring you straight in the face and all you can think about is when some dude is going to show up? Yeah, yeah, I know but this guy is serious business and we could all retire in a few years if we handle this right. And, no offense, miss Karen, but a guy like Steven Winters needs another dumb cunt riding his cock like he needs another hole in the head. Whoa, Robert interjected, dumb cunt is a little harsh. I'll say it is, as I offered my own take on the subject. Yeah, I get it, I am the office playtoy and I'm not really the least bit ashamed of that. But outside of work I take care of my own affairs and when one of you is sick or on vacation I handle the cases without ever once losing a client in your absence. I'm the eye candy who can actually deliver a convincing sales pitch at a trade show or as part of multi-pronged client interface in multiple cities. And I've been in those meetings with you, Tilman, and not once have you been the one to close a deal in a face to face meeting. Yeah, well, I guess I'm just not willing to get on my knees to close a deal, bitch. Ha, funny, is that all you got? Really? You sit there maintaining accounts that pay you far too well that I helped secure and then have the nerve to criticize the way I closed the deal? Fuck you, Tilman! All I could think about at that point was strangling Tilman and, wait a minute, did he say Steven Winters? Good Lord, if I could land, err, I mean if we could land Winters we'd be set! Oh, who am I k**ding, I'd be set as Mrs. Steven Winters and the million other women who wanted the same position in life could kiss my ass! Alright, let's focus on the business at hand people, Robert Interjected. Yes, that's an excellent idea said a voice none of us immediately recognized. Oh, Steven, forgive me for our rudeness, I didn't see you come in, I'm so sorry. No, Rob, it's alright, I got to hear some things I needed to hear. Son, Steven said, addressing Tilman. What's your name. Tilman Winstead, sir. Well, Mr. WInstead, a successful businessman depends upon his entire team to be successful. So, if the actions taken by one team member were legal, consensual, desirable and ultimately successful then you admire them, not criticize them. Yes, sir, Tilman meekly answered. Furthermore, when that team member has the capacity to handle other aspects of the business to at least a functional, if not necessarily extraordinary standard, then they are a true dual threat asset to your enterprise. At this point I fail to see you as being able to operate this company to an extraordinary standard. So if you're only value is maintenance and you can not pull off a pair of stilettos, a red sequined dress and view doing what it takes to close the deal as beneath you then perhaps you are the dumb cunt, no?
The room was eerily silent and you could see Tilman turn red perhaps with both rage and embarrassment as there's no doubt he hated being called out like that while he also had to think he may have just cost us the biggest account in company history. Alright, Mr. Winters continued, mercifully breaking the silence. What about you, young lady? What's your name. Karen Larkin, sir. Please, call me Steven. Okay, Steven, I said softly, nice to meet you. Nice to meet you as well. So let me ask you something. And please be completely honest because I've been around long enough to already know the answer. Okay, go ahead, I replied. Why are you here tonight? Robert immediately tried to interject but Steven stopped him and said, I was asking the lady, not you , my friend. Umm, well, I didn't want to do any damage to our cause but Steven seemed like the kind of guy who preferred the truth. Besides, if he liked me then I could be promoting my own cause! I, umm, truth is I came here tonight to provide visual impact and address any non-standard contractual requests, sir. Sorry, I meant, Steven. He smiled a huge smile and laughed hard before adding, wow, you are pretty good at the whole marketing spin thing. I love it! So, what does Robert, or should I say your pimp, think about that reply? Robert smiled and just said, I told you she was the best. So I see, Steven replied. Alright, well, gentlemen, my associates, Emory and Dontay will be along shortly to discuss initial plans and considerations but I must be going. Have a dinner reservation you know. They all looked quite surprised at this announcement but tried to hide their frustration and all agreed that would be fine. Then Steven looked at me, took my hands in his and asked me if I would accompany him to dinner. Well, I guess, I, turning to Robert, I saw him just smile and shrug, so I continued and said I guess I could do that. Well, I'm glad to hear it, Steven replied, a woman like yourself needs to been shown off, bragged about and given a chance to shine.
Yeah, I admit it. I was absolutely smitten with that statement and the man who made it. He offered his arm and I took it as he escorted me through the sea of night club goers. I felt like a queen whose subjects were making a path for her. He wined me, dined me but did not sixty nine me. He was a perfect gentleman that first night though I did get one hell of a good night kiss and a healthy smack on the ass. Strange, I thought, but this is a man who does things differently and I was totally on board whatever train he would order me to ride. He had already told me that we'd be going out again the next evening but that he'd be at the office in the morning and he expected to see me in my sexiest skirt suit and the same brutally beautiful heels I had on then. Oh, and take these with you he said as he placed a pair of very stern looking hinged handcuffs in my grasp. Tomorrow when you get to work make yourself pretty and then cuff yourself with these. Behind your back, of course, and when I arrive I will inspect you to make sure you have followed orders. When I leave I may take them off or I may leave you helpless until I return to the office to pick you up for our date, understood? Oh, yes, absolutely. As I watched him drive away I looked at the cuffs in my hand and wondered what the hell did I just agree to but whatever it was I was far more excited to discover the answer than to avoid it!
To be continued.......
When I unlatched the stall door and stepped into view the two social commentators quickly realized they'd been caught. Suddenly the only sound in the room was that of my very real Louboutin stilettos as I crossed the floor towards them. Good evening ladies, I offered, but got no reply as they began sheepishly pretending to look for something in their purses. Well, since you suddenly have nothing to say, allow me to introduce myself. I am Karen Winters, also most happily known as Mrs. Steven Winters. Since you mentioned his name a minute or so ago as well as what you'd do for him you know he's most certainly not a fossil. So, now that we've been properly introduced I'm sure you're well aware that my shoes are very much the real thing and the dress is an original. Oh, by the way, at the risk of providing too much information, I absolutely do swallow. For love, for lust, for dollars and because I'm his whore as much as his wife. Yes, darlings, whatever you can imagine that I do or have done to get where I am in life I assure you it's much more hardcore and nasty than you have dreamed up. Now, if you'll excuse me, my six foot three inch hunk of multi millionaire husband is probably missing his air head, fake tits bimbo, piece or arm candy so I must be going. One more thing though. Whatever you think of me all I'll say is don't knock it until you've tried it and tried it all. It's a dirty job but the pay and benefits are heavenly.
Truth is, I am rarely so forward and confrontational.
Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the fact that a woman dared to think she could seduce my husband. Either way I was ready to fight if need be but neither of the lovely young bitches had another thing to say from the time I walked into view until the fundraiser ended and we all went our separate ways. They kept their distance though. I guess when you discover the sponsors wife is only submissive to men you find the courtesy and respect hidden deep within your nasty little heart! Or else. But really I'm a fairly shy and gentle soul who took a while to settle into the role of trophy wife. Growing up I was not at all the classy but flashy piece of personal decoration I am today. And despite the assertion that I get my head refilled with the same air compressor used to top off my tires I didn't turn to a life in high heels and making men happy because I had no other choice! No, I had jobs all through high school and college and the promise of a junior marketing executive position with a major area promotions firm once I graduated with my marketing degree. But it was during a meeting with one of the executives of the firm that I learned just how effective allowing my natural bent towards submission could be. Now, while I had never been a super slut, I had also never been a prude either. So, by the time Robert P. Martin, regional vice president of advertising, offered me a chance to bypass the junior executive position by proceeding straight to my knees, I was both eager and capable of accepting the position!
I know what you're thinking but not so fast. The fact is, I was being mentored at work and it was more than just facials 101 and the subtle art of ass to mouth. Robert actually assigned me work, assisted me in learning the marketing business and required that I finish school before appointing me a position I hadn't proven myself in. Take that as you will. I know I did! Fun facts aside I did graduate college with my marketing degree and I did walk, in the high heels Robert required, of course, into a job that most at the firm took several years to attain. There was some anger and resentment at first. However, as the gentlemen around the office were encouraged to get to know me better, and better, and better, their opinions of me began to change. I worked there for almost four years after graduation and although I never handled a single client account directly I did help land the business of dozens of well respected companies through my charm, engaging personality, tight skirt suits, ever present high heels and, occasionally, my ability to make a client sit back and say, holy shit! I've never had a bitch that could take it all before, fuck! I guess the years of being the office bobble head sometimes paid off!
And I was the office bobble head with eight horny gentlemen to keep happy I frequently worked overtime, weekends and holidays making sure office morale never fell. I was pumped full of so much cum daily that I joked with Robert one day that it was going to show up in my blood test for my annual physical! He laughed and agreed that it might before coating my tongue with another huge creamy load. I added it to my collection before being told I would be needed for a client meeting later that day. Of course, sir, I replied, what time? After hours, sevenish, at Gateway. Oh okay, but I already agreed to see a movie with Marco. Robert immediately buzzed Marco's extension and informed him that his plans had changed. The message was met with a quick, yes sir, understood. Robert was rarely so direct with his staff so they never questioned him when he was. As for you my dear, while you always look amazing, tonight I need you to be otherworldly, understood? Absolutely, I'll paint myself green and grow some antennae, I joked. Funny bitch, real funny, you know what I mean. Of course, sir, if whomever this mystery man happens to be doesn't sign with us it will not be my fault I assure you. Good, now go get ready to land us a big fish.
All I told my manicurist was that I had a big blind date tonight and so I needed my nails to say hello in a big way. Inch long, fuck me red and shining like new diamonds I left the salon for home with digital advertisements of intention. See, told you I learned marketing before I became a kept woman! But seeing as I had no definition for otherworldly except not green with antennae my choice of outfit would take a bit more thought. Too slutty and the whole thing would appear staged. Like Robert had hired a hooker and I was not a hooker. A well paid, in house, on demand call girl masquerading as a marketing executive perhaps but not a hooker! However, I thought, too conservative and big shot client boy might not get the idea that I was the company's in house, client focused, on demand call girl available to provide extracurricular services of the sort other marketing firms simply couldn't provide without resorting to hiring a hooker! I struggled with the decisions for a bit but I have to say given that I thought I would have to personally pick Roberts jaw off the ground when he saw me I think I did okay. Peter and Tillman who had, unbeknownst to me, also been invited shared the same, slack jawed, how do I hide this boner appearance of boss man so I knew I nailed it. What's the matter boys? Never seen an angel in the devils wardrobe before? I had worn a long line corset to force my already amble D-cups up on the proverbial shelf and into the realm of romance novel, heaving bosom legend. I was naturally slim but always wore a shorter corset or girdle to shrink things even more but I usually kept it somewhat sane with the cinch. That night, however, since I was taking one, or a dozen, who knew, for the team I cinched my tiny torso down to twenty inches. I wore an off the shoulder red dress with sequins and a shape that I can only pull off with a corset full engaged. The figure hugging body of the dress below the bodice traced every curve, real or manufactured, and featured a thigh high slit that was just long enough to cover my sheer black stocking tops when standing but just short enough to give a peep show when I sat down. My shoes were six inch high, pointed closed toe stilettos that forced my feet fully vertical with each step. The sling back exposed just a bit of the line in my stocking and the patent red heel contrasted with the back patent uppers and matched my stiletto fingernails perfectly. Well, boys, I thought I'd channel my inner Jessica Rabbit. Do you think our client will approve? Don't know miss Karen but I sure as hell do, said Peter as he broke the silence. Yeah, Robert followed, somebody is getting lucky tonight whether we sign this account or not!
So, big Rob, when is Winters supposed to be here? Damn, Tilman, Peter said, you got the sexiest woman around staring you straight in the face and all you can think about is when some dude is going to show up? Yeah, yeah, I know but this guy is serious business and we could all retire in a few years if we handle this right. And, no offense, miss Karen, but a guy like Steven Winters needs another dumb cunt riding his cock like he needs another hole in the head. Whoa, Robert interjected, dumb cunt is a little harsh. I'll say it is, as I offered my own take on the subject. Yeah, I get it, I am the office playtoy and I'm not really the least bit ashamed of that. But outside of work I take care of my own affairs and when one of you is sick or on vacation I handle the cases without ever once losing a client in your absence. I'm the eye candy who can actually deliver a convincing sales pitch at a trade show or as part of multi-pronged client interface in multiple cities. And I've been in those meetings with you, Tilman, and not once have you been the one to close a deal in a face to face meeting. Yeah, well, I guess I'm just not willing to get on my knees to close a deal, bitch. Ha, funny, is that all you got? Really? You sit there maintaining accounts that pay you far too well that I helped secure and then have the nerve to criticize the way I closed the deal? Fuck you, Tilman! All I could think about at that point was strangling Tilman and, wait a minute, did he say Steven Winters? Good Lord, if I could land, err, I mean if we could land Winters we'd be set! Oh, who am I k**ding, I'd be set as Mrs. Steven Winters and the million other women who wanted the same position in life could kiss my ass! Alright, let's focus on the business at hand people, Robert Interjected. Yes, that's an excellent idea said a voice none of us immediately recognized. Oh, Steven, forgive me for our rudeness, I didn't see you come in, I'm so sorry. No, Rob, it's alright, I got to hear some things I needed to hear. Son, Steven said, addressing Tilman. What's your name. Tilman Winstead, sir. Well, Mr. WInstead, a successful businessman depends upon his entire team to be successful. So, if the actions taken by one team member were legal, consensual, desirable and ultimately successful then you admire them, not criticize them. Yes, sir, Tilman meekly answered. Furthermore, when that team member has the capacity to handle other aspects of the business to at least a functional, if not necessarily extraordinary standard, then they are a true dual threat asset to your enterprise. At this point I fail to see you as being able to operate this company to an extraordinary standard. So if you're only value is maintenance and you can not pull off a pair of stilettos, a red sequined dress and view doing what it takes to close the deal as beneath you then perhaps you are the dumb cunt, no?
The room was eerily silent and you could see Tilman turn red perhaps with both rage and embarrassment as there's no doubt he hated being called out like that while he also had to think he may have just cost us the biggest account in company history. Alright, Mr. Winters continued, mercifully breaking the silence. What about you, young lady? What's your name. Karen Larkin, sir. Please, call me Steven. Okay, Steven, I said softly, nice to meet you. Nice to meet you as well. So let me ask you something. And please be completely honest because I've been around long enough to already know the answer. Okay, go ahead, I replied. Why are you here tonight? Robert immediately tried to interject but Steven stopped him and said, I was asking the lady, not you , my friend. Umm, well, I didn't want to do any damage to our cause but Steven seemed like the kind of guy who preferred the truth. Besides, if he liked me then I could be promoting my own cause! I, umm, truth is I came here tonight to provide visual impact and address any non-standard contractual requests, sir. Sorry, I meant, Steven. He smiled a huge smile and laughed hard before adding, wow, you are pretty good at the whole marketing spin thing. I love it! So, what does Robert, or should I say your pimp, think about that reply? Robert smiled and just said, I told you she was the best. So I see, Steven replied. Alright, well, gentlemen, my associates, Emory and Dontay will be along shortly to discuss initial plans and considerations but I must be going. Have a dinner reservation you know. They all looked quite surprised at this announcement but tried to hide their frustration and all agreed that would be fine. Then Steven looked at me, took my hands in his and asked me if I would accompany him to dinner. Well, I guess, I, turning to Robert, I saw him just smile and shrug, so I continued and said I guess I could do that. Well, I'm glad to hear it, Steven replied, a woman like yourself needs to been shown off, bragged about and given a chance to shine.
Yeah, I admit it. I was absolutely smitten with that statement and the man who made it. He offered his arm and I took it as he escorted me through the sea of night club goers. I felt like a queen whose subjects were making a path for her. He wined me, dined me but did not sixty nine me. He was a perfect gentleman that first night though I did get one hell of a good night kiss and a healthy smack on the ass. Strange, I thought, but this is a man who does things differently and I was totally on board whatever train he would order me to ride. He had already told me that we'd be going out again the next evening but that he'd be at the office in the morning and he expected to see me in my sexiest skirt suit and the same brutally beautiful heels I had on then. Oh, and take these with you he said as he placed a pair of very stern looking hinged handcuffs in my grasp. Tomorrow when you get to work make yourself pretty and then cuff yourself with these. Behind your back, of course, and when I arrive I will inspect you to make sure you have followed orders. When I leave I may take them off or I may leave you helpless until I return to the office to pick you up for our date, understood? Oh, yes, absolutely. As I watched him drive away I looked at the cuffs in my hand and wondered what the hell did I just agree to but whatever it was I was far more excited to discover the answer than to avoid it!
To be continued.......
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