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Charlene left the interview quite happy. She had the job and she couldn't wait to get started. Amy had told her some more about the job and what she would be doing, but more importantly, Amy told her about the dress code and how her boss, Mr. Wiseman, expected her to look and act. Charlene really wanted to please him and show him that she would do whatever is required for her job. She was very grateful for the opportunity and wanted to do her very best.

So on the way home, she decided to stop at a trendy new fashion shop that had just opened up called Body Candy. She had seen some girls going in and out of it as she drove past it a few times and wanted to go in herself, but until now had no real reason to. She had heard they had rather skimpy and suggestive clubwear there and that some of the dancers at the local strip clubs shopped there for their outfits. She thought it might be a good place to find something to please her new boss.

She knew her closet at home had nothing like what Amy had described she should wear. Phillip was a pretty conservative type as was Charlene and her clothing reflected that. But things were different now, and she had to adapt to her new reality. A reality that had her acting and dressing like a whore and a slut. It would take some getting used to, but she was finding out that a part of her craved what Mr. Wiseman was offering her.

Charlene entered the shop and began looking at the dresses and other clothes. At first the risque fashions and smutty styles unnerved her. The very thought of her wearing such bawdy outfits in public made her blush. Still, she wanted to do well at this first job, even if it was more "adult" than working at the local fast food joint or waitressing at the local diner. Besides, Mr. Wiseman had proven that working with him had some very interesting and appealing perks! She realized that even though she would be little more than an office concubine, the job paid good money - better than she could make elsewhere, and he seemed to treat his employees well. She certainly wouldn't have to worry about having an unsatisfied sex life anymore!

She thought about what Amy had told her about how Mr. Wiseman wanted her to dress: "You should always wear a dress or skirt. Pants are not allowed - Mr. Wiseman wants you to show off your legs," Amy said, "Your dress or skirt shouldn't be any longer than three inches below the crease of your ass, and shorter than that is even better. He likes us to show off our asses when we bend over to pick something up or lean over our desks. And if you wish to wear panties, make sure they are thong type or very tiny French-cut ones. I don't wear panties at all unless it's my time of the month. Mr. Wiseman likes to have access to us at all times, and you'd be smart to make it easy for him to show his gratitude for your work.

Up top, you should wear something sheer or tight so you can show off your very nice breasts. Mr. Wiseman enjoys copping a feel and admiring his girls, so displaying yourself will go a long way in his book. Just remember that you are always on display - either for him, or for our customers. And everything you wear is to show him, and remind you, that he owns you. Lastly, you are always to wear high heels, either pumps or sandals with narrow heels. No chunky heels and no flats. Your shoes should make your legs seem longer and sexier," Amy had told her.

Charlene started by choosing a couple miniskirts that would show off her long legs. She tried a couple on to get the right size, then bought them a size smaller so they would be nice and tight. She liked how the fabric stretched taunt over her ass. With her miniskirts selected, she next went to find some tops and blouses that would accentuate her other charms. Again she bought them smaller than she would normally wear so they formed to her and clung to her curves. One top was a cropped halter-top that came down to just under her tits, but had a nice big opening so it showed lots of cleavage. And being smaller and tighter, it pushed her tits together making the cleavage more pronounced. Her tits just about fell out of the top whenever she leaned over! She also selected a very tight blouse with a ruffled collar that fit her so closely that she had to keep a couple extra buttons unfastened. This only displayed her large tits all the more.

Charlene had never thought of her behind as an ass or her breasts as tits - that just wasn't the way she was brought up or how Phillip wanted her to think of herself. But now that she was a slut, they seemed to be the natural, proper terms. Checking herself in the changing room mirror, she looked like the perfect slutty professional, displaying every curve of her voluptuous body and showing off a lot of naked flesh. She hoped Mr. Wiseman would be very pleased with his new employee. After she had tried on all the clothes for fit, she left the dressing room and went to the shoe section to find some appropriate heels. She picked out a pair that would go with everything she had bought and went to the register in the front of the shop to pay for it all. Since it was a work expense, Mr. Wiseman had told her to put it on the account he had established so she wouldn't have to worry about how to pay for all of it.

After she purchased the clothes and left the little boutique, she got a wicked little idea and went straight to the ladies room in the mall. Locking herself in the larger handicapped stall, she changed from her regular street clothes into one of the outfits she had just got for work. Then she stopped by the bathroom mirror to touch up her makeup and see how she looked. What she saw in the mirror shocked her at first, but then as she looked she saw someone emerging that she really liked. She had transformed from the shy introverted and very conservative wife and homemaker, into this beautiful, sexy, and smoking hot sex kitten! And she liked her new look very much!

So, apparently, did others. As she strutted through the mall in her new clothes, she smiled at the whistles and comments that were being made about her looks. She liked all the male attention she was getting, and the looks of envy she got from the other women. She laughed to herself as men were getting punched in the shoulder by their wives for gawking, and how this one guy very nearly walked into the fountain not paying attention to where he was going!

Charlene had never been a show-off, but she was enjoying her new-found exhibitionist streak. It was all thanks to Mr. Wiseman and the opportunity he had given her to reveal a part of herself that she didn't even know she had. She had to give him all the credit for bringing this butterfly from her cocoon. Now she straightened whenever she felt a pair of male eyes ogling her body, instead of shrinking away and hiding behind her plain exterior.

Her clicking high-heels helped to give her ass a very sensuous wiggle and announced that she was indeed here and proud of her new look. It had been years since she had felt so alive and… sexy. And she owed it all to Mr. Wiseman. She only hoped that she could give him something in return for all the wonderful changes he had made in her. Charlene welcomed the new look with open arms. With her tits swinging and her ass swaying, she strutted out into the parking lot. After she had closed the door of the car, Charlene wasn’t able to stop her hands from frigging her wet snatch. Charlene had never been so horny in her entire life!

*

The next morning was her first official day of work. The alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. and Charlene jumped out of bed. Not only did she not want to be late for her first day of work, but she was very much looking forward to what Mr. Wiseman might have planned for her! She took a long shower, playing with myself while she was there to relieve the already building tension and to make sure she was ready for him.

She picked out her favorite of the outfits she bought the day before, a short white leather miniskirt and a white halter top. She had liked how she looked in this outfit in the dressing room when she picked it out and hoped it still looked as good on her. She put her skirt of first wriggling her hips in order to get the tight garment up over her ass. Once it was on and she fastened the front clip, she smoothed out the skirt so it looked good. She marveled at how it fit like a second skin and showed every delicious curve.

Next she put on her halter top. When she stretched the top over her tits, she couldn’t hold back a gasp. They seemed to be so sensitive these days, especially when they were squeezed into such a tight top. Charlene giggled, when she saw her nipples poking desperately against the soft fabric. There would be no complaints about her nipples today. She finished by putting on her new heels. The six inch stiletto heels accentuated her long legs perfectly and they made her barely covered ass look perfect.

She finished dressing and then put on her makeup. Normally Charlene would use very little makeup, only some foundation and maybe a light color on her eyelids. but this was a new situation. She was to be a slut and a whore and so she wanted to look the part. She put it on heavier than she usually did, more of a glamorous evening look. With a heavy smoky-eye shadowing blending to shiny just under the eyebrow her eyes sparkled wonderfully. She applied a deep red lipstick with a gloss topcoat and a little more rouge than needed to bring out her rosy cheeks. Looking in the mirror afterwards she looked like a porn star! Exactly the way she wanted to look for her new boss!

Charlene got to the office early that day wanting to make sure she was all set and ready when he came in. Surprisingly, when she pulled into the parking lot, she saw that Amy's car was already here and Amy was sitting inside listening to her radio. As Charlene pulled up next to her, Amy got out and was waiting to go inside with her.

"Hello, honey," Amy said, greeting her warmly, "Mr. Wiseman had a feeling you'd want to get here early. He told me to be here for you to give you some help getting settled in. But first, let's have a look at you." Amy gave her the once over as Charlene slowly spun, showing off her outfit. Amy looked her outfit over with a critical eye, checking every detail of her appearance.

"I have to compliment you on your looks," she said admiringly. Your skirt is nice and tight and short just like it should be. Would you bend over a bit, please?" Charlene did, keeping her legs straight, so the hem would slightly raise above her ass cheeks. "Perfect. I can already see from this angle, part of your ass cheeks are uncovered. Well done. Now remember, always keep your legs straight when bending forward. Mr. Wiseman may want to cope a feel. He likes an occasional squeeze or pinch or swat. Now let’s have a look at you from the front." Amy came around and stood in front of Charlene as she remained bent over. Amy lifted her face up.

"Always hold your head high when bending forward. Look into his eyes and let him see how much it pleases you to serve him. This posture also provides an unobstructed view of those marvelous tits," Amy said. "And speaking of tits, I see your top has a nice large cut-out. If, in bending over or something, one or both of your tits was to pop out, leave it naked. You may even let them fall out on purpose. Mr. Wiseman likes that a lot - especially if it seems to happen 'accidentally'."

Amy looked at her with soft, warm eyes. "Can I tell you a secret Charlene?" she asked.

"Sure, what is it?" Charlene asked.

"Well, I can only tell you this because I know you and I will be working together a lot - Mr. Wiseman likes to see his girls playing with each other. But last night, as I was laying in bed, I remembered how it was playing with you. I remembered how hot it was and how wonderful the orgasm was we shared. I.. um.. I played with myself last night remembering you," she confessed.

"Oh my God! I did too!" Charlene said, giggling like a little schoolgirl. "I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know if it was right to say anything! Fact is, last night I came again just remembering it and fantasizing about the next time we get to play together!"

"Really? Well, I have to admit, you are one hot little slut. And you look very appetizing today in that outfit," Amy said.

Amy was looking quite delicious herself, with half of her boobs spilling out of her low-cut dress and her perfectly formed legs. Charlene felt the urge to touch her, feeling up that voluptuous body, caressing that delicate skin. She hoped her and Amy would have an opportunity to play with each other again very soon. And the lustful way Amy was looking at her, Charlene knew she wouldn’t mind.

"Now stand up straight again, please," Amy said, bringing Charlene out of her fantasy and back to here and now. Amy looked a bit concerned, when Charlene did as requested. "Okay, now push your shoulders further back. Keep in mind that you should always display your tits as best as you can… there, that’s my girl."

"I'll remember," Charlene said.

"Body language is very important for us, you know. And your body should always say, ‘Please use me. I need to get used so bad’. Which is very true, isn’t it?"

"Yes," Charlene sighed. It was more true than she probably could imagine. Well… maybe SHE could.

"Now you will also need to learn two standard poses when you kneel in front of Mr. Wiseman. The first pose is generally used when you wait for him to use you. Here let me show you," Amy said kneeling down in front of her, and sitting on her heels with her knees pressed together. The upper part of her body was straight, her shoulders back and her hands rested on top of her thighs, palms down. Her head was lowered, as if she was looking at the carpet in front of her knees. "Now you try it." Charlene did, and instantly felt a wave of pleasure rushing through her.

It felt so wonderful, being so submissive. She only wished it was Mr. Wiseman sitting across from her. "Now the next one is nearly the same. It’s generally used after he’s through using you. Watch me," Amy remained sitting on her heels, but now she spread her legs wide. Charlene could plainly see her glistening cunt lips. Amy was as wet as she was.

Amy raised her hands to clasp them behind her head, which was pointed upwards. She looked Charlene straight in the eyes, and Charlene could see the fire burning in them. "After Mr. Wiseman has used you, you should always keep eye contact so he can see how privileged you feel to be his sex-toy. Now you try it, please." Amy stood now directly in front of her. To keep eye-contact, Charlene had to raise her head high, which made her position on her knees so much more obvious. She felt her juices running down her inner thighs.

Amy saw her leaking pussy and smiled at her. "That's okay, honey. It just shows what a whore you are!" Charlene loved the sound of that word... "WHORE". She was a whore - a hot submissive whore.

"You love being a submissive fuckslut, don’t you?" Amy asked, standing over her.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Tell me, slut, tell me you are nothing but a worthless fucking cunt!" Amy suddenly seemed to have taken on a very dominant role. It made Charlene's pussy quiver.

"I am…" she stammered, trying to form the words.

"Say it, whore!" Amy yelled. She reached down and grabbed her hard by the chin and held her face tightly as she glared at the kneeling girl. Charlene nearly came. She felt so weak and submissive with Amy towering her, looking down at her and giving her orders, abusing her.

"I am… I am a worthless fucking cunt… Oh God!" Charlene moaned loudly, a wave of hot pleasure rushing through her body, nearly making her lose my posture.

Then Amy knelt down beside her. "Isn’t it wonderful, how Mr. Wiseman can make us do such filthy, whorish things? It's like he knows just what kind of sluts we really want to be for him!"

Charlene whimpered, "Oh God, yes. I just don’t know how long I can stand it. I’m so hot."

She grinned. "Well, you better get used to it, cause this is how you will stay throughout the whole day - hot and horny and ready to be used. Mr. Wiseman wants us to be dripping wet and ready to fuck anytime he desires. He gets great pleasure in teasing us and keeping us right at the edge of madness with lust!"

Charlene once again recognized, how perfect Mr. Wiseman's methods were. She would do anything to be allowed to please him. She knew she had to be as submissive as she could be to get Mr. Wiseman to use her and she really wanted him to use her in any way he wanted to. She could feel her old self-imposed barriers falling away the more she thought about her new position as a company slut and a company whore. She was no longer Mrs. Phillip Duncan, the polite, conservative wife and homemaker. She was Charlene Duncan, the submissive whore and fucktoy to Mr. Tony Wiseman.

With her sister slut, Amy, Charlene had decided that she would do whatever Mr. Wiseman asked of her, and the more degrading and humiliating it was, the more she liked it. She loved being degraded and called all manner of offensive names. She loved performing filthy and debasing acts for him. She loved being constantly horny and dripping wet for his pleasure and use.

Charlene imagined that Mr. Wiseman enjoyed having his two horny sluts at his beck and call and even watching as they competed with each other to prove who is more submissive. Charlene liked Amy and was even attracted sexually to her. She would love to perform with her for Mr. Wiseman's pleasure. But she also wanted Mr. Wiseman to herself sometimes and knew she needed to prove herself to him. She would prove herself a submissive and willing slut.

"Mr. Wiseman will be here in a few minutes. And I think a great way to start your first day would be to be waiting for him in his office. Think of a hot, sexy pose to greet him," Amy said, as she got up. Charlene stood up too and hugged her.

"Thank you so much Amy, for your help. I know we are rivals, both competing for Mr. Wiseman's attention, and so I’m even more thankful for your support. But I also hope we are coworkers and that we can be friends and even play with each other to entertain him at times. I really enjoyed yesterday and I would like to do that again."

Amy grinned at her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Of course, we’re rivals, but this competition will only help us to become better sluts for him, don’t you think, bitch?"

Charlene grinned back and patted her tight ass playfully. "You bet it will, whore."

Amy swatted her ass and pointed towards Mr. Wiseman's office. "Better get that sweet ass in there and get ready for him. And I don’t want to hear any complaints from Mr. Wiseman later," Charlene squeezed Amy's left tit through her dress. "Believe me, you won’t." And then she stepped into his office to wait for her new boss.

When Mr. Wiseman arrived and entered his office, he found his newest employee waiting patiently for him. Standing on the left side of his desk with her legs spread shoulder-width apart, she was bent over the edge of his desk so that the bottom of her skirt rode halfway up her ass cheeks. Her pendulous tits hung down in their halter-top sling and her ample cleavage showed teasingly through the top cut-out. "Good morning, Sir," she welcomed him.

"Well, hello there, Ms. Duncan," he said, while he hung up his coat and jacket. "How you’re feeling today?"

"Fine, thank you, Sir. I’m so happy to start working for you," she said, rising from her position draped over his desk and standing facing him with her hands behind her back.

He grinned. "You should be. Not every woman has an opportunity to work for such a wonderful company." He came closer, until he stood directly in front of her.

Charlene lowered her eyes, "Or for such a wonderful boss, Sir," she said softly. Already she was shivering from the thought, of what he may have for her today. Suddenly he reached out taking her by the arm and turning her around. She felt his firm, strong hand pat her behind.

"Nice choice. This skirt shows off your ass perfectly. And what a great ass it is," he said.

Charlene blushed at his compliment. "Thank you, Sir. I was hoping my outfit pleased you."

"With regard to your skirt, you certainly did," he replied. His right hand moved to his zipper and pulled it down. "Such obedience deserves some kind of a reward. So you may lick my cock through my boxers."

"Really, Sir? Oh thank you!" Charlene hadn’t expected such approval on her first day. And she certainly didn't expect to get such a high honor for simply obeying his wishes! Mr. Wiseman obviously took very good care of his employees. Charlene inhaled his strong scent as he had opened his fly. And now, as she licked his still soft cock through his boxers, she also got a taste of it. Charlene couldn’t hold back a moan when she felt his cock getting hard and throb against her tongue.

She licked the full length of his powerful tool from base to tip, her tongue licking rapidly over his cockhead when she reached it. Suddenly, she felt his hand entwine in her hair and then with a sharp yank, he pulled her head back and off of his cock. "Enough of that slut. By the way, I like your hair. It frames your face beautifully, it allows me a good grip, and it’s long enough, to drag you around by as well," Mr. Wiseman told her. She felt very pleased that he was satisfied with her performance, but she also felt flattered at his compliment. He went around his desk and sat down into his large leather desk chair. Charlene made sure that her eyes followed him as he moved, which also gave her the opportunity to adore his well-toned body .

"Well we should probably dispense with the pleasantries now and get down to business. Be a dear and go unlock the file cabinet and bring me the small metal box you will find in the top drawer," he said, handing her a key. She padded quickly across the office to the file cabinet, unlocked it and returned with the metal box as requested.

"Here you are Sir," she said when she came back to where he was sitting at his desk.

"Thank you. Now come around here," he said. She came around the desk to his side. He pushed his chair back a bit and brought her in front of him between his legs. "Up on the desk slut," he said, and Charlene hopped up on desk sitting squarely in front of him. He opened the metal box as he explained to her. "In this box I have a couple training aids I use just to get my new girls into the right mindset and work attitude. Now you do seem to have a good grasp on this, but I like to train all my girls the same way. Amy too went through this training when she first began and now she is an invaluable employee for me."

"I understand Sir," she said. He pulled two items from the box showing them to her and watching her eyes get wide as the recognition of the items hit her. "Ohmygod Sir!"

"Yes, that's right. These are just what you think - this one is a buttplug and the other is a remote controlled vibrator. These devices will make sure you stay... shall we say, 'interested' all day long. Wearing these will help keep your mind focused on what it should be and not wandering off on unnecessary tangents, my dear. Now lay back on the desk and spread your legs so we can get these put in place."

Charlene did as she was told, laying back and gripping the back edge of the desk in preparation. He placed her feet on the edge of the desk so he could have access to her ass. Picking up the buttplug, he started with it, rubbing it up and down her wet slit, getting it coated with her slick pussy lube. He fingered her a bit to make her produce even more slippery juice and he used his fingers to smear it around her puckered asshole. When he thought she was lubed up enough, he placed the tip of the plug at her anus and eased it slowly into her.

"Pull your ass cheeks apart, slut so we can put this plug in," he told her. As Charlene held her ass apart, he pushed the large device in place.

"Nnnggghhh!" Charlene grunted as she felt her ass stretched. Just when she was about to cry out that it was too big, it popped in fully, her anal ring holding it in place.

"There. That's the first part. How does that feel slut?" he asked.

"It feels... wonderful, Sir. I have always liked anal, although Phillip never did it. He was very conservative and he thought it was dirty," Charlene confessed.

"Well you will have plenty of opportunity to get 'dirty' from now on slut. I intend on using every hole and every inch of you," he growled.

Charlene moaned at his comment. She felt so full with the plug in her ass. She had tried anal a couple times before she met and married Phillip and now she remembered how much she liked that feeling she had missed. And his promise to use her other holes as well excited her and made her pussy quiver.

"Now speaking of holes, shall we find something to plug this other one while we are down here?" he said, smiling. He reached for the remote controlled vibrator. It was a small jelly dildo, short and not real thick around, but it had bumps all over the surface and a wide flange at the base. He pushed it through an elastic harness as he spoke.

"This device looks small and won't fill you up like other dildos will, but don't let its size fool you; it packs plenty of power. This harness will allow you to wear it all day as you work. And this remote control, well that's MY toy!" he said grinning broadly. Charlene knew from his tone that she was going to have a long day!

Mr. Wiseman began toying with Charlene's already wet pussy. He ran his fingers up and down on both sides of her pussy lips, massaging her treasure box with his fingers. Charlene was loving the attention and the feel of his hands on her.

"Ohhh Sir... that feels wonderful!" she mewled. She opened her legs wider in encouragement. He took her at her invitation and began fingering her protruding clit, rolling it in his fingers and rubbing it with two fingertips. As he started working her nub, Charlene arched her back, the sensations sending little electric jolts up her spine.

"Please, Sir... please would you stick them... in me?" she whimpered.

"You mean like this?" he said, shoving two fingers deep into Charlene's hungry pussy.

"Yess!" she gasped loudly, Oh, Sir...!" Charlene lay back and gave herself over to her boss's teasing touch. And he didn't disappoint either. He plunged his fingers in and out of her, sawing at her ravenous pussy and making her twist and writhe on his desk.

"So you are enjoying this are you, whore?" he said as he plunged his fingers deep into her again and again.

"Yes! Oh God yes! Oh fuck!" she cried out, tossing her head back and forth. He held her down with his other hand over her pubic mound. He let his thumb fall down to massage her clit as he fingerfucked her a bit more.

Just as Charlene feared she couldn't hold out much longer, Mr. Wiseman suddenly pulled out of her. She craned her neck up to look and see what happened and he saw the disappointment on her face.

"Don't worry, my dear... I am far from done with your sweet cunt!" He said knowing just what she was thinking. "But we do need to move on. Now that you are properly wet and I know your cunt is hungry, it's time to give it something to chew on."

He picked up the vibrator and harness and put her feet through the leg holes. He slid it down her legs until it reached her hips. Helping her off the desk to stand up in front of him, he slid the vibrator into her wet, slick hole and fastened the waist strap, securing the vibrator in place inside her.

Charlene wriggled her hips a bit to get used to the toy and then she looked at him sort of quizzically.

"Thank you, Sir, but it's not really doing anything," she said out of concern it may not work.

"Oh? Well how about now?" he said, flicking on the switch. The vibrator began a soft hum and Charlene gasped at the buzzing in her cunt.

"Oh! Yes, now it's working Sir!" she exclaimed as she felt the little toy buzzing happily away.

"Good. Now this remote has five settings... you are feeling the first one. They get harder and more extreme as they go up. Most girls can't handle number three or four for very long without cumming. I will be keeping the remote handy and giving you a taste of the toy whenever I think you need it. As for the buttplug, it will remind you who and what you are as you sit at your desk," he said.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for training me and teaching me how you wish your slut to be," she said.

"Well, we shall see how you thank me after your first day of work. Now off to your desk and get started, my little slut," he said with a smile, As she turned to leave, he swatted her ass right over her buttplug causing it to push deeper into her.

"Oh!" she gasped, "Yes, Sir!" She turned to give him a sexy smile and walked out of his office, making sure she wiggled her ass good for him as she left.

Charlene went to her cubicle where Amy was again waiting for her. "Oh hi Amy!" Charlene said.

"Hi slut. How did it go with Mr. Wiseman?" she asked.

"I went wonderfully," she said, then she leaned over to her and whispered "I am wearing a vibrator and a buttplug!" she said, softly giggling.

"That's standard fare for the new girls. I had to wear them for awhile also, when I first started. Believe me, it can make the job a lot of fun or frustrating as hell!" Amy said. "So let's get to it... I don't want you to have to struggle like I did!"

Amy began teaching Charlene what her job, aside from being Mr. Wiseman's whore, was in the company. She began learning the basics of record keeping for the company. Charlene would start out as a secretary and office help, working her way up to office manager if she proved she could do it. That is the position Amy currently held, but Amy was to move up to being a financial adviser herself so she had to train Charlene to be her replacement.

Charlene's first day of training in the office was going well and before she knew it lunchtime had come. Charlene and Amy were discussing some details of her job when all of a sudden Mr. Wiseman popped up over the cubicle divider.

"Hi girls, it's lunchtime. What would you two beauties say to lunch with the boss?" he said with a grin.

"Really Sir? Oh that would be wonderful!" the girls squealed excitedly.

"Well, shall we then?" he said coming around the end of the divider and offering each girl an arm. The girls shut off the computers instantly and stood up, taking his arms on either side of him. The three of them walked out of the office and went to lunch.

They walked to the elevator and went down the four floors to the parking garage. Arriving at his silver Lincoln Town Car, he opened the door for each of them... Amy volunteered for the back seat and Charlene took the front passenger seat. Once the girls were seated, he took his place behind the wheel and they drove to a nice restaurant he often frequented.

"I am glad you girls agreed to go to lunch with me," he said, as they drove to the restaurant," but I have to be honest with you. I did have an ulterior motive."

Amy smiled, sitting in the back seat. She knew exactly what he was talking about. She had been in her position and she knew how sneaky and scheming he could be. But she would play along because that is what she was supposed to do. "Sir?" she asked.

"That's right. Our newest slut here is going to provide us with some lunchtime entertainment," he said.

"W..what do you mean?" Charlene said.

"You remember the vibrator we put in your pussy this morning? Why do you think I did that? I brought the remote with me and we are going to have a fun little lunch date, my dear!" he said chuckling to himself. "I brought Amy along to watch... she has already been through her training and she is here to help me with yours."

"You knew he was going to do this?" Charlene said, surprised.

"Oh, now, don't be mad. This is going to be fun and you will enjoy it!" Amy said, putting a hand on Charlene's shoulder as she spoke. As the two girls talked, Mr. Wiseman slipped his left hand into his pocket. Finding the remote control, he pulled it from his pocket slyly and pressed the second button. Instantly Charlene felt a strong buzzing in her pussy, and she slammed her head back on the headrest while she grabbed the center console and the door armrest in shocked surprise.

"Oh my god! Ohhh, fuck!" she cried.

"Indeed. Now you understand how such a little device can generate such powerful feelings in you. And this was only level two... imagine what you would be feeling if I went to level five!" he said.

"N... no, please! I... I couldn't... stand it!" Charlene said, already panting in an effort to control the raging inferno that was her pussy. Amy sat forward in her seat and reached around to cup Charlene's breasts in her hands. She began squeezing and playing with them through her top. Charlene sat back in her seat and spread her legs wider as the device buzzed away inside her.

"Lay your seat back a bit baby and let me play with those tits," Amy suggested.

"Yes that's an excellent idea. In fact take your top down so Amy can play with them easier," Mr. Wiseman said. Charlene looked at him for a second as if to confirm what he had just told her, then she reached up and unclipped the neck strap and lowered her top, exposing her bra-less breasts to the open air. Charlene's nipples instantly hardened as the cool air hit them.

"Oooh..." Amy cooed as she began playing with Charlene's eager breasts. She pinched and pulled on her thick hard nipples and rolled them between her fingers. She hefted the heavy meat and sunk her fingers deep into her soft, pliable breasts.

"Ohhh, Goddd..." Charlene moaned as the mixture of the buzzing demon in her drooling pussy and Amy's mauling of her tits was driving her crazy. The buzzing made her involuntarily wriggle in her seat, the result of which made the buttplug in her ass move around, only adding to her discomfort and stress.

"Sssirr... I... I'm going to cum... ohh, I'm going...to cum!" she moaned loudly.

"Don't you do it! You don't cum unless I say you can, whore!" he said angrily. To emphasize his point he slapped the inside of her left thigh.

"Yes, Sir!" Charlene yelped, her thigh stinging from the blow. But he did turn the buzzing demon off for now, since they were pulling up to the restaurant anyway. "T... thank you, Sir," she panted as she tried to quickly calm herself. They pulled into the parking lot and Charlene took a little extra time getting out so she would be able to walk into the restaurant normally.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.