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“Todd, hold my calls,” Patricia walked quickly into her office, trying to hide her excitement. She set her purse and briefcase on her desk and sat down. She was still flushed and trembling. What an exciting morning! Patricia rocked back in her chair, reflecting and trying to calm herself. She couldn't believe she'd actually done it! Just thinking about it gave her butterflies.

“It must be Dr. Schmidt's influence,” she thought. “The hypnosis. He's made me bolder. I like that. I'm having more fun because of him.” She smiled. She remembered flashing the workers, holding her blouse wide open to expose her small, firm breasts, with their tiny, dark areola and her nipples rock-hard with excitement. They had wolf-whistled at her as she walked past and impulsively, she had unbuttoned her blouse, turned, and flashed them. The men had cried out in surprise, and she had given a little curtsy, and walked away, swishing her butt exaggeratedly. It wasn't at all like her, it had to be the hypnosis.

Mr. Johnson had had her meet with Dr. Schmidt every week since that first time. Even now, thinking about it made her wet. It had been five times and she still couldn't remember anything about actually being hypnotized. She remembered going to Mr. Johnson's office, and Dr. Schmidt talking to her, watching her face intently. And then...nothing. Blank. Well, not quite. Warmth, comfort, security. Pleasure.

And afterwards, she remembered servicing Mr. Johnson and the men who were with him. Most of them several times. Each time, she found it more enjoyable. Now when she felt a firm, smooth shaft twitch...it just made her pussy cream. And feeling hot cum squirt out into her mouth...she loved it! It had to be Dr. Schmidt's training! She had always enjoyed performing oral, but these last few weeks, making a man cum in her mouth had become a real passion. And she was actually climaxing from sucking their cocks!

Now that she thought about it, she was finding it easier to climax while fucking, too. Even with her husband. Bill was a wonderful man in many ways, but he wasn't exactly the most skilled lover she'd experienced. Just last night, they had made love and she had climaxed twice!

While she was thinking, she reached down and slipped her hand under her skirt and began teasing herself, tenderly rubbing her moist labia, and once her finger was wet, slipping it gently inside, rubbing her clit, exciting herself even more.

She thought about the workmen on the street, ogling her, whistling, calling out for her to spend a little time in the construction shanty. Her rubbing increased in its intensity; her breathing was becoming ragged. She should have done it – walked on in and stripped herself, laid down and let them each fuck her brains out. She was positively wet now; she was slipping three fingers inside and starting to rhythmically thrust against her hand. There had to be eight or ten of them; they'd have banged her royally. Her free hand massaged her breast and pinched her rock-hard nipple. “Tomorrow,” she thought, “I'll do it.” That was enough to push her over the edge.

Her orgasm was strong and thoroughly enjoyable.

Afterwards, she smiled again. Between thoughts of her flashing and her recent experiences, she had needed the release. Her breathing slowed towards normal, and she realized she needed to straighten her clothing. She probably ought to wash her hands, too.

Ted looked up as she left her office. “Do you need anything, Ms. Winegarden?”

“No, I'll be right back. How's my schedule today, Ted?”

“You have a meeting with Mr. Krushank at 2:00, and a phone conference scheduled at 3:30. I'm going out now to get some coffee. Do you mind?” Ted rose from his chair, and started towards the door.

“No, that's fine. But wait until I get back. I should only be a minute.” Patricia paused in the doorway for the briefest of moments before leaving.

Patricia washed her hands and splashed some water on her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't look any different-elegant, poised, quite fashionable but not frilly, not girly. All woman. Sensual. Smoky, sexy eyes...she had on more make-up than she realized. She'd been wearing more the last week or so. No matter. It flattered her. This new lipstick color was quite attractive and her lips looked really soft and smooth. And her blush was perfect. It was a little bold, but she looked really good this way. Maybe some highlights...some blond highlights would be nice. And she really ought to get some shorter skirts, show off her legs. After all, guys liked looking at her and she liked having guys look at her. And maybe some higher heels because that was the fashion now and she really did like being fashionable.

Returning to her office, Patricia noticed that Ted was nowhere to be seen. “I told him to wait. He's getting rather insubordinate lately.” She thought about it; Ted did seem to be less deferential recently. A thought suddenly came to mind-what if Ted were one of the many men she'd done? Five sessions, but she wasn't really certain how many men were there. At least five or six, but it could have been many more. She'd assumed it was always the same individuals, but what if it weren't? She might very well have fucked most of the men in her division! Could this be why Ted was behaving differently?

She closed the door to her private office. “I probably should take a few minutes to compose myself, then review my notes for the meeting with Barry and the teleconference.” Her private relationship with Barry had ceased once she started seeing Mr. Johnson, and she felt a little uncomfortable around him now. He had been an excellent lover and at the time she had enjoyed his submissive attitude. But now it felt a little odd; Barry still took a very submissive role when they were in private and she wasn't comfortable bringing herself to be dominant enough to excite him. It just felt wrong, now.

She opened her e-mail first, and quickly dealt with the few important messages, discarding the rest. Then, she opened the files of notes for the afternoon's sessions and let herself be absorbed in her work.

It seemed like minutes, but her clock said it had been over an hour when her phone rang. “Mr. Johnson wants to see you. He told me to clear your afternoon.” Ted hung up without waiting for any response.

Patricia felt a surge of excitement. She certain that this meant another session! Even if she couldn't recall what happened while she was hypnotized, she always felt so good after a session, although Patricia wasn't certain whether that was due to the hypnosis or to the blow bang afterwards. All thought of her afternoon appointments disappeared.

She stopped in the restroom to apply dabs of perfume to her throat and to her thighs. Her pulse was racing. And she ought to freshen her make-up. She wanted to look her best for Mr. Johnson. And his friends, too, of course.

Entering the door to his office, she glanced around quickly, curious to see who was there. Mr. Johnson, of course, and Dr. Schmidt, as usual. And three others. These, she wasn't able to identify. Their faces were blurry and to be frank, she wasn't comfortable looking to closely. Mr. Johnson had explained how this was for her sake, so she wouldn't feel awkward when she dealt with a man who had enjoyed her sexual skills. And she had to admit that while she did find herself wondering whether or not a given man had had her, it no longer discomforted her. Quite the contrary, actually, she found it rather arousing. And she genuinely liked the idea that the men could enjoy her without concern for their position in the company relative to hers.

“Hello, Patricia. Are you ready?” While Dr. Schmidt's words suggested interest, his intonation did not. As usual, he was entirely perfunctory.

“Yes, sir,” Patricia nodded.

“Go to sleep now, Patricia.” Dr. Schmidt commanded. He had implanted this command, allowing Patricia to obtain a trace state quite easily. Time stopped for Patricia.

“Wake up now, Patricia.”

Patricia blinked. She smiled, the session leaving her feeling warm, sexy and horny as usual. Intentionally or not, Dr. Schmidt's sessions invariably left her quite aroused and in need of release. So Patricia was looking forward to what came next, probably partly due to Dr. Schmidt's post-hypnotic suggestions. No matter. She didn't care why, she needed release.

“Now get onto the table and give us a show, my slut.” Mr. Johnson was so powerful, so commanding...she felt a tingling sensation in her pussy, felt herself growing moist. And he acknowledged that she was his slut! She smiled, happy to be deserving of such honor.

Patricia stepped onto a chair, then onto the conference room table. Usually, when Dr. Schmidt brought her out of her trance, she was nude, but today she was fully clothed. But then again, she wasn't usually asked to put on a show by herself. The first couple of times, she had been strapped onto that saddle-like Sybian with the most amazing vibrators built on. And then there was another fucking machine-she was strapped on her back and the machine pistoned a dildo in and out of her. The recollections excited her further, and she could feel wetness oozing past her labia, and down her leg. Apparently, she wasn't fully clothed after all.

She slowly turned around on her makeshift stage, surveying her audience. While the only faces she could see clearly were Dr. Schmidt and Mr. Johnson, there were now seven other men, at least two of whom were dark-skinned, although she wasn't sure what race.

Looking up, Mr. Johnson said firmly, “Go on, you sweet little slut. Entertain us and make it good.”

Hearing Mr. Johnson being so dominant and so openly possessive of her made Patricia even more excited. She stood, straightened her shoulders and smoothed her skirt. For the second time today, she wished it were much shorter and tighter. And if she'd have known that she was going to entertain Mr. Johnson's friends, she wouldn't have worn a pencil skirt. She really did need to get a new wardrobe, more suitable for teasing, for playing.

She undid the waist clasp, and let the skirt fall about her ankles before stepping one leg free, thinking as she did, “I'm glad I wore heels. Much sexier than flats. Wish they were higher, though.” She kicked her skirt into her audience, then deliberately turned around, exposing her entirely bare bottom to the entire set of appreciative viewers. Although no longer a twenty-something, Patricia did take pride in her appearance and spent hours each week at the gym, as well as daily yoga, pilates and long walks. She knew her ass looked really good, was really good.

Someone made a low wolf-whistle; Patricia smiled and turned in that general direction. She raised her hand to her chest and began unbuttoning, slowly, one button at a time. She heard some encouraging chatter, but was too excited, too caught up in the moment, to really follow what was being said. By now, she had reached the last button. She paused for drama, leaned forward a bit and shook herself, causing her blouse to open, exposing a view of her chest and lacy front-clasp bra. “Too bad they took my panties. They matched the bra...would have been effective,” Patricia thought. She had to stifle a laugh...here she was, trying to put on the best show possible for her business colleagues. Three months ago, she didn't want them to think of her gender, now she wanted them to think of nothing else.

She unfastened the last button, stood upright and shrugged her shoulders, causing the blouse to slide off, forming a heap around her ankles. Nude except for her bra, she put both hands behind her neck and arched her back, rotating her shoulders back and forth. A bit corny, but it effectively displayed the black lace of her bra, her taunt abs, and her perfectly smooth mons. Close observers could observe the shiny track of her vaginal juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.

“Yeah! Show us, baby!”

“I want that!”

“Shit! I had no idea this bitch was so hot!”

Patricia couldn't help but smile at the catcalls. She was feeling hornier by the minute. She slipped one hand between her legs, pulling her outer labia apart briefly. Then she reached up and undid the clasp on her bra, shrugged, and quickly tossed it to her audience. She crossed her arms, covering herself momentarily. Then she threw her arms wide and spread her legs, completely exposing herself to view.

“God, I love her tits! Those nipples are like nails! So friggin' hard!”

“The slut's already wet! Look at that juicy pussy!”

“I'd love a piece of that!”

“You can have it after me, Jack. Wait your turn.”

Patricia couldn't contain her laughter. She felt ecstatic. She ran her hands along her body, from her breasts to her upper thighs, then spun and bent over, exposing her butt and cunt. She slipped one hand between her legs and stroked herself with a finger. Her pussy was so well lubed that her finger glistened with a thick coating of her juices after a single insertion. She was glad she'd shaved last night-while some men liked “natural” pussy and some preferred smooth pussy, very few liked their pussy with a five-o'clock shadow, if you will.

Patricia felt the table flex and realized someone had joined her. Two hands grasped her hips. Patricia twisted her head around to see a large black man behind her. Totally naked, his huge cock was completely engorged. He pulled her hips and forced his cock into her.

Patricia gasped and her eyes widened. He was bigger than any one she'd fucked, even bigger than her toys. Almost too big. She moaned. It felt so fucking GOOD! He pulled back, then pushed in again. “Yes,” Patricia's voice had an a****listic urgency. “Fuck me! Use me! Oh, YES!” Her knees gave way briefly as he thrust in and out, and she felt herself supported by those huge hands.

Her partner quickly increased the rhythm of his thrusts, each time withdrawing all but the tip of his huge cock, then quickly pulling himself completely inside her well-lubricated pussy. His balls smacked against her ass with each thrust.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” Briefly, Patricia wondered whether or not she could take that mammoth cock orally, but lost track of that thought as she felt herself nearing orgasm. She was actively complementing her partner's rhythm now.

“Look at that bitch fuck!”

“She's so ef'en HOT!”

“Man, she's going to fuck the shit out of him.”

The chatter barely reached Patricia's awareness over the incredible sensation of being stretched full, then not, then filled again, then not.

“Ummm. Nice pussy, Winegarden.” Patricia was surprised that he knew her name. He had a deep voice, but she didn't recognize it. She was being fucked by someone who knew her! She was being fucked by a black man who knew her! A black man with a huge cock was using her! He was going to pump her full of black baby-making cum! Her thoughts pushed her over the edge and Patricia experienced a powerful orgasm.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh...yes. So good...yes. Fuck me...please. Uhnnnnn...yes.” He kept pumping even as Patricia came, so that she could barely speak.

“Nice. Tight. Feels real good.” He slowed his thrusts, so that now he was pulling out quickly, but entering her slowly. Each time, his hard black cock glistened in the light briefly before plunging back into her accommodating pussy. Her pussy was creaming and her thick, white slime coated his cock and made squishing noises with each thrust. “You like that, don't you, slut?”

“Look at that black cock! Look at her take that monster!”

Patricia's eyes were closed. It was heaven! She pushed her ass back against his thrusts, taking him as deeply inside as she could. She tightened her PC muscle against that thick, hard pipe.

“Mmmmmm. You're one good fuck, slut. I like that.” He changed his rhythm, again thrusting in and out with speed and abandon.

Patricia came again, hard. She nearly fell as her knees collapsed completely.

Patricia's unknown partner used this collapse to force her to her knees, then shifted himself to mount her like a bull. Patricia supported herself on her elbows and knees, her head hanging down. The man fucking her had his hands on her shoulders, and was thrusting so hard that the conference table was rocking. Each thrust rubbed that huge cock against her clit as well as completely filled her cunt. The sensations were more intense than she had ever experienced before.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” Patricia was so totally absorbed by what she was experiencing that she had no awareness of anything else in the room.

“Oh, god, yes!” Her partner thrust himself deeply inside her, and held himself rigidly inside. He pulled her hips hard against his groin, ensuring as complete penetration as possible. “AHHH!”

Patricia felt hot cum spurt inside and came yet again. Such bliss. “Yesssssssss! Sssoooo good! So good. Thank you. So...so good.”

Then she felt that magnificent cock pull out, leaving a terrible void. “Uhnnn,” she whimpered. “No, please.” She felt thick slime drip from her labia. Without thinking why, she lowered her chest to the tabletop, tipping her body to keep as much cum inside as possible.

In this position, her ass was fully exposed. She felt someone-her partner?-rub her butt cheek, then smack her hard. She turned her head to observe her dark-skinned paramour slap her ass again, smartly.

“Ow! Am I doing something wrong?” Patricia was actually enjoying the slaps but even more, she wanted to please him.

Her only answer was another, harder smack, which caused her to gasp. Then she felt pressure on her anus. He was pressing his monstrous cock into her ass!

“He's going to rip her apart.” A voice from somewhere in the room, tense with lust.

“Oh,please, no, you're too big! Please, OHH! Please!” Patricia cried out desperately as she felt that huge head stretch her ass. Her partner paid her no mind, inexorably pushing his shaft into in. Patricia couldn't help it-she began humping her ass, causing his cock to move in and out slightly. “OH! AH! AH! AH! AHHHHHHHeeeeee!” Patricia let the orgasm sweep over her, take her completely.

“What a slut!” A different voice, a mixture of disdain and desire.

He continued small movements in and out, enjoying the tight caress of her sphincter and knowing that his huge cock might injury Patricia if he were too aggressive. “Good girl. You feel really good. Do you want me to cum in your ass? Would you like that, slut?”

“Oh, god, yes! Please, sir. I want your cum. Pleeeease!” Patricia couldn't stop herself from begging this unknown man to cum in her ass. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted him to fill her with cum.

Her face was near the edge of the conference table and she felt someone's hands pulling her head to his crotch. Patricia realized an erect cock was sticking out of his unzipped pants, awaiting her ministrations. She opened her mouth and eagerly took the hardening member in, running her tongue around the super-smooth glans, savoring the ever-so-slightly bitter flavor of precum. “Oh, yeah, good slut. Suck it.” She felt satisfaction with her ability to pleasure her lovers, and a growing excitement at the sensations in her ass and her mouth. The cock in her ass twitched and she felt hot cum hit her bowels.

“Uhnnnnn,” she could only make a****listic noises, her mouth being filled with the cock. She redoubled her efforts to make the cock in her mouth cum, taking it into her mouth so far that her nose was pushing against his testicles. The cock in her ass did not fully soften, but it did lose a fraction of its stiffness. Dimly, Patricia was aware of the partially turgid cock; she was enjoying the wonderful feeling of being filled. She knew she only lacked something in her pussy to make it complete.

“Damn! I can't hold...oh, god! Ummmm...shit! Fuckfuckfuck! Too soon! Shit, man, this slut's really good!” The cock in her mouth throbbed, then pumped out a copious volume of hot, bitter jism. Patricia felt her own orgasm near and she swallowed greedily, an act that pushed her into her own, powerful orgasm.

“Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! YES! Uhn!” Shaking from the strength of her orgasm and not really capable of speech, she ran her mouth up and down over the deflating shaft, licking it, kissing it, and gently sucking on the testicles.

“OH! Gently, slut! Oh! Jeez, what a slut! I thought you'd be good, Winegarden, but this is amazing!”

Still on her elbows and knees, Patricia was rubbing her clit, seeking to prolong her pleasure. At some level, she realized that she had just sucked a man who knew her. But another, stronger awareness told her that there were more cocks to suck and fuck and make cum.

She felt the cock in her ass pull out, a soft plop followed by more wetness on her butt. “Ohhhhhhh.” She couldn't help emitting a soft, pleading noise. Her hand rubbed her clit faster. “Nooooo. More, please.”

“Give me a piece of that.” A strong, clear voice. No hesitation, no room for objections.

Two hands grabbed her legs and pulled her to the table's edge, pulled her hips off. A hard cock pushed into her wet, slippery pussy. Not so big nor so long as the black man, but he was pumping away energetically. “Yessssss,” Patricia closed her eyes, lost in feeling.

A clear tenor spoke, “Eat me, Patricia.” Was this Ted? She felt a cock rubbing against her lips. “Go on, slut. Take it all.”

She sucked the cock in eagerly. “Mmmmmmmm.” She loved how sucking now made her feel even better, sexier. And she could take a cock in much more deeply, and was able to take cum right down her throat. She was certain she was much more satisfying to her partners now.

Thinking about it, feeling the cock harden in her mouth, not to mention the cock in her pussy-it was making her really hot-again. The pounding was bringing her close. And the throbbing cock in her mouth was ecstasy.

Her pussy was again making squishing sounds, her creamy mucus, the cum and his precum combining to make her slick, slippery, and wet.

She heard Mr. Johnson say, “She's such a good slut. My sweet little slut.”

Patricia let her orgasm sweep over her. So good - she was Mr. Johnson's good slut.

She remembered being rolled onto her back. She remembered spreading her legs. She remembered welcoming cocks into her pussy and her mouth. She didn't remember, hadn't the faintest idea, how many. She simply let the men use her as much as they cared to, matching her rhythm to her partner's, squeezing her PC to caress his cock, licking, sucking, touching, stroking...doing her best to please.

Eventually, Patricia lost track of everything, she simply accepted.

“How's my sweet little slut?” Mr. Johnson's voice broke through her reverie. Patricia was aware that she didn't look very attractive-that she looked as if she had been thoroughly fucked-because she had been. She knew her hair was a mess, and that there must be a great deal of cum in and around her pussy. She was pretty certain her belly and breasts were likewise coated, and that most of her make-up was probably smeared. But hearing Mr. Johnson once again acknowledge his possession made her feel so...special. And so horny!

Patricia rolled onto her side, thinking that that position would make her look more attractive to Mr. Johnson, rather than flat on her back. Her motion caused a fresh sensation of wet in her crotch and she looked down at a small flood of semen flowing freely across her thigh onto the table. “What would Mr. Johnson think? This looks so sleazy!” Embarrassed at her appearance, she couldn't bring herself to look into his face. Instead, she found herself staring at Mr. Johnson's crotch, watching as he unzipped and pulled out his magnificent, engorged penis.

“You wonderful little slut, you. Suck me.”

Patricia felt a surge of excitement tingled with pleasure. She scooted over and took that lovely cock into her mouth, lips firm around him, applying a moderate pressure, slowly sliding down his shaft, caressing his ball sack with her hand, feeling pleasure and satisfaction as she heard him sigh.

Mr. Johnson put his hands on either side of her head and adjusted her rhythm slightly. “Not so fast, slut. I want this to last. Yes. That's better. Ah...such a good slut.”

Mr. Johnson's voice made Patricia tremble. She was nearly ready to cum! Feeling that firm, smooth cock against her tongue was so good! She loved licking the super-smooth, tight skin of his cockhead! She really wanted to make him cum, she wanted to hear him moan in pleasure, she wanted to taste him.

“Ah...you have such soft, smooth lips. Suck it, girl. Ah...that feels so good.” Mr. Johnson leaned back, and moved Patricia's head rhythmically back and forth, from the tip of his cock to its base. “Yes, slut. Such a good, good slut.”

Patricia's heart was racing. She slipped one hand to her crotch, slipping all four fingers in and rubbing her clit with her thumb. Mouth still full of Mr. Johnson's cock, she moaned. It felt soooo good. His cock was so wonderful! She whimpered, not quite able to push herself over the edge.

Mr. Johnson pulled his cock from her mouth with a soft plop. He drew Patricia closer and started rubbing his engorged member against her chest.

“Aw, poor baby,” Mr. Johnson stroked her hair with one hand. “My perfect little slut.”

Patricia's eyes rolled back. “Ahhhhhh. YESSSSS! YESSSSS! YESSSSS! Oh, that feels SO GOOD!” She felt spurts of hot cum on her throat and chest.

“Ahhhhhhh... Good. Patricia, you're so damned good! Mmmmmm.” Johnson put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her hair tight, forcing her to look up at him.

Having Mr. Johnson position her, take command of her, was so perfect. Her orgasm subsiding, being so close to him was the most satisfying post-coital bliss she could recall. She smiled shyly. He was SO powerful, SO sexy. And he enjoyed her! Her smile broadened at that happy thought.

Looking into her eyes, Mr. Johnson smiled. “You're such a good slut, Patricia.”

In spite of her near-exhaustion, Patricia felt a surge of pride. And arousal. “I really am a slut,” she thought. “I've been fucking all morning and he still makes me horny.”

“Patricia, I have a special job for you.

“We have a important client in town and the girl who usually entertains him is unavailable. You're going to be his entertainment until he leaves tomorrow night.

“Clean up now. You can rest a bit before meeting Mr. Kobayashi.”

“Yes, sir,” Patricia forced her eyes down again, unworthy of holding Mr. Johnson's gaze any longer. “I need to call my husband and make some excuse.”

“Yes, of course,” Mr. Johnson said curtly. “You can tell him you have to go on an overnight business trip.” He smiled, enjoying his own joke. “Now go clean up. Someone will come for you at 6:30, and take you to Mr. Kobayashi.” He turned and left the conference room.

Letting hot water cascade down her back, Patricia luxuriated in the pleasure of feeling her muscles relaxing. She was more sore than she expected and she certainly wanted to be flexible for Mr. Kobayashi. She shampooed, rinsed, and repeated. And repeated again. It wouldn't do to have semen clinging to her hair. Then lots of conditioner. Thankfully, Mr. Johnson was so thoughtful; he always stocked his private lounge with her preferred personal care products, right down to her favorite lip gloss. It was so sweet of Mr. Johnson; now she could completely recover herself no matter how vigorously she was used at his parties.

Patricia closed her eyes and tipped her head back, causing the water to rinse her hair thoroughly. She ran her hands up her abdomen. Looking down, she watched her fingers playing with her nipples. Her breasts were small and very firm; although her areola were small, her nipples were quite large. Her men enjoyed sucking on them, pinching them, licking them. Thinking about it, she u*********sly played with her nipples, tweaking them, pinching them, twirling them in her fingers. Mindlessly, she smiled as they stiffened. It felt so nice. She loved having men play with them. Did the men like it because it so obviously aroused her, or did they get pleasure in some mysterious fashion from teasing the firm, yet pliant buds?

“What a shameless slut I am!” Patricia thought. “Not an hour ago, I was giving myself to anyone who wanted to fuck me, I was fucked senseless...and here I am playing with myself, get hornier and hornier.” She idly rubbed the nipple of her right breast with one finger, staring at the firm, wet bud. Her free hand slipped between her legs and she started teasing herself, gently rubbing, pinching, stroking, her arousal building. She enjoyed her own smoothness. Maybe she should look into laser depilation. Mr. Johnson liked her smooth and then she'd always be ready for him. Bill hadn't even commented when she had started shaving frequently.

Thinking about Mr. Johnson had made her wet and slippery. Still rubbing her nipple, she put her other finger into her mouth, tasting her own musky flavor. It was so pleasant, so intimate, so sexy...no wonder some men loved licking her.

Still, it would probably be wise to get a bit of a nap before her evening with Mr. Kobayashi. Patricia turned off the water, opened the door, and began toweling dry.

Once dry, she decided to nap before dressing. There was a day bed in Mr. Johnson's private lounge, and she had used it previously. She found her phone and set an alarm at 5:30, so she would have time to make herself presentable.

When Patricia woke, she realized her ensemble for the evening was laid out for her, her own clothing nowhere in sight. A barely-there LaPerla black lace garter belt, thong, and bralet. Wolford sheer stockings. An Anna Sui silk wrap dress, above the knees and with a low-cut neckline, but with an elegant cut. And black strappy Jimmy Choo sandals. There was a Fendi purse, and a pearl earring and necklace set. She fastened the garter belt, then pulled on the matching lace thong. As the entertainment for five orgies, she'd already learned that being able to pull off her panties quickly, without taking off a garter belt (or pantyhose - the worst) had it's advantages.

After wetting her hair and a little work with the blow-drier, her hair was in acceptable condition. She decided to do her make-up before putting on her dress, and noticed that a limited selection of Urban Decay cosmetics replaced her usual Shiseido products. She fretted briefly, then decided to use what was available. She went for smoky eyes, set off by a shiny black liquid liner, a shimmering peach blush, and a peachy pink shimmer for her lips.

When she was done, she studied herself in the mirror. A little more striking than usual, but not at all garish. Quite suitable for evening, actually. Sexy. Maybe she'd have to change.

The door opened, framing Mr. Johnson. “Come out here. You can finish dressing after we're done with you.”

Patricia obediently followed Mr. Johnson into his office, surprised to see Dr. Schmidt there, intensely staring at her.

“Go to sleep now, Patricia.” Dr. Schmidt intoned. Again, time stopped.

“Wake up now, Patricia.”

Lowering her head, Patricia smiled at the familiar warm and sexy feelings. Curious about what would happen next, she raised her eyes and watched both men silently.

“Mr. Kobayashi is a very special client, Patricia. I want you to do everything you can to ensure he enjoys himself the next couple of days. We have a business meeting tomorrow afternoon, so you'll have some free time then. Otherwise, attend to his every wish.” Mr. Johnson's voice was firm, but warm and caring. He was the perfect master.

“I asked Dr. Schmidt to help you relax and enjoy yourself. If Mr. Kobayashi enjoys you, I think I'll be asking you to entertain other clients.”

Patricia felt herself blushing. “Thank you, sir.” She smiled at the thought of Mr. Johnson entrusting her with such responsibility. She was confident that she'd please Mr. Kobayashi!

“Hurray and get ready now. There's a driver to take you to the hotel.”

Returning to the lounge, Patricia slipped into the blue dress, tying it loosely. On an impulse, Patricia reached down and pulled her thong down, then carefully stepped out. Laughing quietly, she thought, “Might as well save some time.”

There was a Fendi overnight bag on Mr. Johnson's desk. She took it as she left.

The driver took the bag and opened the limo door for her. She slipped into the seat, enjoying the cool leather on her thighs and bare bottom. She was experiencing euphoria, the luxurious limo, the solicitous driver, the role of sex toy. She leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying it all, particularly the deep vibrations of the limo. She fought the urge to masturbate, not wishing to make herself untidy for Mr. Kobayashi.

The limo pulled up to the Beverly Wilshire Four Seasons Hotel. The driver quickly opened the door, helping her out. He passed the Fendi bag to the bellhop, and wordlessly returned to the limo.

She walked to the front desk and asked for Mr. Kobayashi. The clerk eyed her, his face a mixture of curiosity and respect. He picked up the phone and after a few hushed words, directed her to the penthouse elevator. “I'll see that your bag is brought up, Miss.”

She checked her appearance in the mirrored walls of the elevator. She would have retouched her lipstick if she could, but when she opened the tiny evening purse, it only contained some tissues and a tube of K-Y lubricant. She couldn't help but laugh. “I suppose this is more useful than a pack of condoms,” she thought. “And it's the sexy kind. Mr. Johnson's so thoughtful.”

The elevator doors opened.

Patricia stepped out into an elegant foyer. Devoid of people. She looked about.

“Hello? Mr. Kobayashi?”

A young man, perhaps in his early twenties, stepped into the room. “Miss Patricia, Kobayashi-sama will meet you shortly. Please relax. Would you like something?”

“Thank you, no.” Patricia carefully straightened her skirt as she sat on the edge of the nearest chair. She bit her lip nervously. Her pulse was racing. She was acutely aware that Mr. Johnson trusted her to please Mr. Kobayashi and her desire to satisfy Mr. Johnson was almost tangible.

The young man disappeared into the adjoining hall.

Patricia tried hard not to fidget. The tension was exciting, even stimulating.

A man in traditional kimono, hakama, tabi, and sandals walked into the room. He was authoritarian, with distinguished gray hair and piercing dark eyes. “Stand up. Let me see you.”

Patricia complied, glancing momentarily at him, but quickly averting her eyes downward. She thought, “Surely this was Mr. Kobayashi. What was it the young man called him? Kobayashi-sama? The Japanese are so caught up in formalities!” Patricia's parents were rather progressive, and she hadn't been raised with old-fashioned values. Besides, even though she was Chinese-American, she knew that Chinese culture was quite different from traditional Japanese culture.

“Take off your dress. Turn around.” Mr. Kobayashi didn't ask, he commanded. Patricia found his attitude comforting; he would use her exactly as he pleased. All she had to do was obey him and she strongly felt the desire to obey him. She untied the dress and shrugged her shoulders. The lush blue silk slipped down around her ankles. She delicately stepped out of the blue circle and then turned around slowly. She wondered, “Should I strip? He only asked me to take off the dress. Would I be being presumptuous to strip?”

“Ah, nice. Johnson-san has good taste. He said you were exceptional. Very nice.

“You are Chinese? My grandfather told me Chinese whores are best. He was an Army commander in Shanghai during Sino-Japanese War. He said all Chinese whores love to fuck and are so tight, so good.” He was smiling, obviously pleased at what he saw.

He stepped close and put his hand firmly on her crotch, forcing his index finger into her. “Good, you are already wet.” He called out something in Japanese. “Johnson-san has done well. Take off your bra.”

Patricia reached behind her and unhooked the bralet. A quick shrug of her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She felt herself blushing, wishing she was more endowed. What if he liked big boobs?

“Ah, nice. Dark, hard nipples.” He reached out and pinched one cruelly. Patricia inhaled sharply and straightened her shoulders, pulling back a little, but not so much as to escape his grasp. Her nipples firmed, now sticking out prominently.

Mr. Kobayashi smiled. He rubbed her ass and without warning, smacked it firmly.

Patricia moaned softly.

“Ah, yariman, do you like that?” He caressed her buttock. Patricia nodded.

He spanked her again. Harder. Four, then five times. Hard enough that Patricia struggled to keep her balance on the high, strappy sandals.

“Mmmm,” she couldn't refrain from uttering the noise.

He pushed his hand into her crotch again. This time, Patricia moved her legs apart, to give him complete access.

The young man returned with a tray. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Patricia, but he didn't pause for a second. The tray held a saki flask in a container of water and a single tiny saki cup.

Mr. Kobayashi looked at the young man, then held his hand forward, showing the slick and shiny coating of Patricia's juices on his finger. He said something in Japanese and both men laughed. Setting the tray near Mr. Kobayashi, the young man stared openly at Patricia before again leaving.

Her legs spread with juices oozing from her swollen cunt, Patricia was panting heavily. This was so perfect! He was so confident, so assertive!

Mr. Kobayashi poured himself some warm saki. He called out something in Japanese, and looked expectantly at the doorway through which the young man had disappeared. The young man reappeared, bowed deeply, and said something in reply.

Mr. Kobayashi tossed down the saki, smiled, and poured himself another cup. “Come,” he said as he brushed past the young man.

Leaving her dress and bra, Patricia followed him through the darkened corridor, into a brightly lit room. The large number of expansive windows gave an impressive view, even this late in the evening. One wall had a large fireplace. In addition to a daybed, the room was furnished with a tanzu with a music system, a small table and matching chair, and a large wooden St. Andrew's cross, with a chain and manacles attached to each arm.

“Right hand.”

Patricia complied and Mr. Kobayashi fastened one manacle about her delicate wrist.

“Now left.”

“Spread wider.”

Patricia parted her legs widely and found herself spread-eagled upright on the cross, the chains shortened to the point that she was able to move only inches in any direction. She was aroused by her helplessness, by knowing that Mr. Kobayashi had complete control of her, by knowing that anyone could do anything to her.

Mr. Kobayashi reached down, his hand almost touching her crotch. Patricia strained to bring her skin in contact with his hand, making little whimpering noises as she did.

“Sukimono, you shame yourself. I am not touching your pussy. My palm is just close to it. Yet I can feel your fire! So much heat! You are so hot, so wet.”

Mr. Kobayashi walked over to a switch on the wall, and threw it. The cross started moving, and Patricia found herself being flipped onto her back. When it stopped, she was horizontal, two feet or so off the floor.

Mr. Kobayashi undid his hakama, exposing a rather long, thick, albeit only semi-hard, cock. Pre-cum was oozing from the tip.

Patricia's eyes widened. She opened her mouth and stretched forward, eager to take him in, to taste him, to hear him groan, to make him cum.

“Oh my sweet little sukimono. Johnson-san has trained you well. I wonder if he would give you to me? Do you think, yariman? Or perhaps sell you to me?”

He moved closer to her face, just out of reach of those eager lips, that hungry mouth. He carefully held his stiffening shaft just within reach of Patricia's delicate pink tongue, allowing her to lick the precum from his glans. Each lick made a long, clear string from the bulbous, purple-brown head of Kobayashi's cock to Patricia's soft, shimmery, peachy-pink lips. She made little whimpering noises, so eager to please him.

He moved closer, and Patricia eagerly took his rapidly swelling cock in, her lips forming a a beautiful, peachy-pink band, with just a hint of sparkle, around Kobayashi's thick ochre member. She sucked hard, trying to pull him in deeper. Her mouth full of his cock, she made little “Umm, umm” sounds, conveying her urgent need and pleasure.

“Good yariman. Good.”

Patricia felt his cock stiffen to full hardness. As best she could, she pushed her mouth up and down his shaft, wet and slick with her saliva. The angle and her limited mobility restricted her; she felt she wasn't doing as good a job as she wished. Still, Kobayashi-sama was leaning back, his eyes closed, smiling. She felt his hands grasp her hair hard, adjusting her rhythm to his wishes. He started making little noises, which increased Patricia's excitement.

Without warning, he held her head immobile and pulled his cock out. “Not yet, yariman.”

He moved to within reach of her open legs. Patricia heard a humming sound, then her body entire tensed. Her pussy was suddenly on fire. She strained to see what Kobayashi-sama was doing. She could just make out that he was holding a large vibrator against her clit, sliding it around her well-lubricated pussy. Patricia screamed as a thunderous orgasm sweep over her. Even as the pleasure subsided, she felt wetness moving down her butt-crack. She'd heard about female ejaculation, but never experienced it before.

Kobayashi-sama was unrelenting. The vibrator was still throbbing, and her sensations were building again. Kobayashi-sama was staring intently at her, saying nothing. She twisted herself side-to-side, but was unable to escape the sensations. Kobayashi-sama poured some clear, viscous fluid onto her genitals and suddenly her pussy was burning hot and icy cold simultaneously. She gasped and a second orgasm overwhelmed her, then a third. Kobayashi-sama pulled on her nipples, eliciting another orgasm.

“Stop, stop, please,” she begged. To no avail.

The vibrator remained pressed against her clit, impossible to ignore. There must have been something in that fluid because her pussy demanded all of her attention; she couldn't think of anything but the pleasure she was experiencing. Another orgasm was building, she was powerless to do anything more than submit. “Aaaahhhhh! No more, please!” She couldn't help herself.

In response, Mr. Kobayashi poured more liquid onto her and switched the vibrator to an even faster speed. Patricia gasped. She arched her back, lifting her entire torso off the cross. She screamed, but even she was not sure whether it was from pleasure or pain.

The vibrator was still pushed against her poor, tender clit, urging her towards another orgasm. “Uhn...uhn...no...uhn...please,” she whimpered. The vibrator moved slightly, finding an even more sensitive spot. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!”

Patricia didn't remember anything after that.

When awareness came back to her, her every muscle ached. She was covered with sweat and in spite of the padding, her arms and wrists were chaffed by the manacles. Her bladder felt ready to burst.

Mr. Kobayashi was sitting in the chair, impassively staring at her face.

“Please...toilet...please,” Patricia's voice was hoarse, but her urgency was clear in her words.

Without a word, Mr. Kobayashi stood, opened his hakama again, and moved close to Patricia's face. Soft now, she was able to take nearly the entire shaft into her mouth. She started sucking gently, thinking that she could earn release, even if only temporary, to relieve herself.

Kobayashi-sama's cock responded almost immediately. He again grabbed her hair to control her speed and to force himself as deeply as possible into her hot, wet mouth.

Patricia couldn't restrain herself. Sucking on a cock, feeling it swell in her mouth, made her horny. “You slutty little nympho!” she thought. “A few hours ago, you passed out from too many orgasms; now you're getting horny from giving a blow-job to a man you don't even really know.”

When Kobayashi-sama was fully erect, he again pulled his cock out of her mouth. This time, he stepped behind her legs and guided his hard cock to her swollen, wet vaginal lips. Grasping her hips, he slowly pushed his cock into her. Equally slowly, he then withdrew nearly completely, paused a mere second or two, and repeated. Then he started increasing his rhythm, on each stroke, penetrating balls-deep, then withdrawing nearly completely.

Within moments, Kobayashi-sama was pounding her fiercely. Her pussy already swollen and sore, Patricia emitted a****listic noises at each thrust. The pressure on her bladder added to her pain. She squirmed, wriggling her hips as much as possible. Kobayashi held her waist and kept pounding. Tears started streaming down Patricia's face, the pain exceeding the pleasure. “Please...no...stop...I...” She couldn't hold back longer.

Her piss shot like a small geyser onto Mr. Kobayashi's groin. He smiled, closed his eyes, and pulled himself into her as deeply as possible. Hot piss ran down her crotch onto the floor and soaked Kobayashi-sama's hakama and legs. Flooded with relief, Patricia was also mortified. Then she realized that Kobayashi's cock was twitching, pulsing. He was cumming, filling her. Patricia looked up and realized that Kobayashi-sama was smiling. She experienced one small orgasm, pleasurable but not nearly as powerful as her earlier ones. He kept pounding her even as his cock softened, slowing his rhythm but maintaining the depth of each penetration.

Kobayashi-sama eventually stopped and stepped back. He shrugged out of his hakama and kimono, dropping them to the floor, then walked out of the room.

Patricia lay, exhausted, on the cross. The young man came in and, carefully avoiding the puddle of urine, unlocked her manacles, then helped her to her feet. “You can shower now. I will get you something to eat, too. Kobayashi-sama will shower, eat, and probably nap before he wants to see you again.”

The bathroom was even more lavishly appointed than the one in Mr. Johnson's lounge. Patricia let the hot water stream around her, wash away the sweat and other fluids. “Too bad I don't have my make-up with me,” she thought. “Or do I? I don't really know what's in that bag?”

She finished, toweled dry and, not seeing her bag, decided to find the young man. She thought about wrapping the towel around her, but decided not to. After all, she was here to be a sex toy and the young man seemed to enjoy watching her, so why not? Completely bare, she went in search of her bag.

She walked into the entry foyer and was shocked and pleased to see Mr. Johnson sitting there, calmly appraising her.

“Hello, Patricia. How's my favorite little slut doing?” He smiled as he spoke.

Patricia immediately lowered her gaze, feeling unworthy to look at this wonderful man. His favorite slut! She blushed. “I think I am pleasing Mr. Kobayashi, sir.”

“Ah, yes, Maru tells me that you exhausted Mr. Kobayashi, that he's sound asleep. I'm very proud of you.” He reached out and stroked her cheek. “I think we're free for the rest of the evening. Let's go to your room.”

“Errr, I don't know where my room is, actually. I just got out of the shower. I need to find...Maru?” Patricia couldn't help it. Mr. Johnson's praise, his touches...he was making her so horny. She felt the heat and moisture building between her legs. And it was pretty obvious he wanted to fuck her! Alone with him!

“Maru,” Mr. Johnson called. The young man appeared quickly. Mr. Johnson asked after Patricia's bag and about her sleeping accommodations. They were shown to a simply appointed room. The Fendi bag was sitting on the middle of the king-size bed. There was an assortment of dildoes, vibrators, restraints, whips, and other toys laid out on top of the long, low chest of drawers. Aside from the bed and chest, the room had only a small writing desk and matching chair. A bit Spartan, but elegant in its simplicity.

Patricia opened her bag to find a variety of the same cosmetics she was using; several changes of skimpy lingerie; and a simple, sheer white gown. Hanging in the closet was the silk wrap dress that she had worn to the motel.

Mr. Johnson moved close beside her, reached over, and moved the bag to the floor. “Come, my little slut. I want you. You're so amazing.”

Excitement raced through Patricia. He wanted her! She could feel moisture oozing out of her pussy. Alone with Mr. Johnson! So perfect!

“I want you, too. I want you inside me. I want you so badly! I'll make you feel so good, baby!” Patricia stretched out on the bed, spreading her legs, running her hands up and down her abdomen, inviting him to take her. “Please, baby, fuck me now! Please? Pretty please?” Patricia ran her foot up his thigh, feeling the rock-hard cock, teasing him, enticing him.

Mr. Johnson rolled onto her, playing with her breasts, kissing her neck, licking her ear. “Mmmm, such a tasty girl. Did Kobayashi eat you? I told him your taste is divine.”

“Kobayashi-sama enjoyed me in his own way.” She reached down and stroked that hard cock. “Please, fuck me. I'll please you. I really will.”

“Yes, baby. You will. You really, really will.” Mr. Johnson laughed. “What did you tell Bill?”

Patricia stopped. “Who? Oh my god! I forgot to call him! Can I borrow your phone? I need to call him now!” She unwrapped herself from Mr. Johnson and sat up on the bed, looking about anxiously.

Mr. Johnson laughed again. “Sure, dear. Here. Mmmm. You're so wet and smooth and slippery.” He rubbed her pussy with one hand, slipping his finger inside. “I need to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you while you lie to your husband. I'm going to make you cum while you're on the phone with your husband.”

"Oh my god, no, please don't do that!” Patricia said, his rubbing causing her to writhe around.
"Yes you can, and yes you will."

He got on top of her, teased her wet cunt with his cock, asked her if she wanted it. Before she had a chance to answer, he shoved himself into her. She wasn't expecting the suddenness, and she let out a pleasurable yelp. He stayed buried there for a minute, then started slowly fucking her.

"Tell me you're going to do it."

"I...can't..."

"You WILL!"

He started fucking her faster.

"Tell me you're going to call him, or I will."

“Please, no. Let me please you. Isn't that nice?” Patricia squeezed his cock tightly with her pussy, silently thanking Dr. Schmidt for the Kegel exercise routine he had implanted. Nevertheless, Mr. Johnson took out his phone and dialed Bill's number, put the phone on speaker, and set it next to Patricia's head, now resting on the pillow. She never thought to ask how he knew it; her forgetfulness and her failure to question his preparation were all part of the same set of hypnotic suggestions. Mr. Johnson had planned for this well in advance.

"Oh my god", she whispered anxiously, with this wicked little grin on her face.

"Look straight at me when I enter you," Mr. Johnson said. She shushed him because the phone was ringing.

"Hello?" a tinny voice said.

"Hey, sweetie! How are. . ."

At that moment, Mr. Johnson SHOVED deeply inside her.

Patricia's face showed an indescribable expression, like shock, anger, pleasure, submission, lust, outrage and want all rolled into one steamy sex sandwich. Her eyes opened nearly as wide as her mouth. She nearly orgasmed at that initial thrust, hearing Bill's voice as her lover took her.

Then, she started talking, as Mr. Johnson ground into her pussy, slowly plunging in and out, over and over again...

"Patricia, what's going on? Is something wrong? Why aren't you home yet?" he asks.

"Oh, no, Bill. I'm fine. We had something come up and I have to deal with it." As she spoke, she put one hand on the back of Mr. Johnson's head, holding him close as he nibbled her neck and free ear, still slowly pumping in and out of her increasingly wet pussy.

He started whispering in her ear, as if he were talking to Bill, "I'm fucking the girl you love. Your wife. Remember your first kiss? Oh, wasn't that sweet? Yeah, I know. So is her pussy. And I'm taking that pussy. . . right now, while you are totally oblivious. My cock is stretching her out, your faithful wife's cunt is hungry for my cum, and I will give it to her in abundance. Aren't you happy when she's happy? You should be, because she's very, VERY happy right now."

Patricia made weak efforts to stop Mr. Johnson's narrative, as it was clearly having an effect on her. Her pussy was so wet that his cock made a soft squish-squish sound as he pumped into her.

After Patricia told her lie, she and Bill made small talk, asking what each other was doing. He was home watching Netflix. While Bill talked, Mr. Johnson whispered in her ear "Keep talking to him, don't hang up. I'm going to make you cum while he's talking to you." 

There was panic in her eyes, but she gave a hot, evil little grin and puts her finger to her lips to shush him. Mr. Johnson swatted her hand away and smothered her mouth as Bill yammered on, his hips raising and falling in this deliciously slow and steady rhythm, taking this slut wife, her legs spread wide. She looked down at the cock going in and out of her; it is glistening. Patricia is absolutely gushing. “What a nasty little slut I am. I'm really getting off on being a tramp, giving myself to this man while my loving husband makes cutesy talk with her,” she told herself. “Being fucked while talking with Bill was the most erotic thing I've ever done.”

Finally, Bill said, “I should let you get some sleep. I miss you, sweetie. Wish you were here. I love you".

Hearing those words, Mr. Johnson gave her a good hard thrust, making a loud SMACK. Patricia experienced a strong orgasm. Her mouth got wide, her face flushed, and she didn't respond right away.

“I love you, too. Good night, Bill.” She disconnected quickly, filled with shame and lust.

Still hard, Mr. Johnson pulled out. “Get on all fours,” he said.

Patricia obeyed. The bed quivered a bit as Mr. Johnson moved behind her. She felt his cock press against her anus, then start stretching it as he slowly entered her. She gasped again, the feeling of fullness being more enjoyable than the pain and discomfort of being stretched. “So good, slut.” Mr. Johnson was almost panting, clearly enjoying himself.

Patricia pushed her ass back hard against him, wanting him as deeply inside as possible. He, in turn, groaned, and grabbing her hips, pulled every possible inch of himself into her. His cock throbbed and Patricia felt the twitching and the spurt of hot cum deep inside her.

When he finished, Mr. Johnson pulled out slowly and smacked her ass firmly. “Ah, my sweet little slut. Such a good fuck!”

He rose and dressed quickly. “You should shower again. I want you fresh for Mr. Kobayashi.”

As Mr. Johnson left, Patricia again showered, then wrapped herself in the white silk kimono-style gown. She stretched out on the bed and fell asleep to memories of talking to Bill while being fucked by Mr. Johnson. Well, truth be told, she masturbated herself to sleep.

Patricia awoke when Maru pulled her blankets off. He leered at her naked body, the diaphonous silk having opened completely in the night. “Kobiyashi-sama has given me permission to use you, saseko. Suck me. NOW” The last word was emphasized by his roughly pulling Patricia's head to his crotch, where a bulge was already evident.

Patricia's face was so close to Maru's crotch that she smelled his rich, musky odor. In the back of her mind, she was aware that her own crotch was already wet, tingling with anticipation. Maru's forcefulness left her pulse racing. She realized she was breathing hard with excitement. Maru's fingers tightened in her hair. “Take out my cock, saseko! Suck me NOW!”

She gently placed her hands on his bulge. Her own crotch was tingling with excitement. She slipped one hand under his haori, lifting it to expose his cock, already large even though not yet fully erect. She gasped softly and quickly slipped her mouth around the hardening shaft. Maru's hands pulled her down, forcing his cock against the back of her throat, then even further. Patricia eagerly pushed herself still further down his shaft, somewhat surprised that she was able to take so much of him without choking.

Maru groaned and began forcing her head up and down his now-firm cock. Patricia realized she was nearing orgasm as Maru's groaning increased in volume and she moved faster and faster on his cock. She could actually feel his cock's head pushing far down her throat. She thought to herself that when Maru came, he was going to shoot well down her throat, maybe even directly into her stomach. Her whole mouth and throat were a tight pussy for Maru, sucking his sweet jism from him. The thought made her wetter and hornier. She slipped one hand onto his buttocks and gave a squeeze, then pushed her finger into his anus. She heard herself moaning and realized she was moving her mouth up and down that huge shaft on her own. She sucked eagerly, wanting to please the cock. Her finger had made Maru even harder and she could feel his cock twitching. She sucked harder, and forced her second finger into that tight anus.

Maru exploded, groaning loudly. His cum spurted deep into her throat, then overflowed into her mouth, and even forced itself past her lips. She was forced to release his cock and pull it out as the volume of jism threatened to choke her. His last few spurts landed on her face as she gasped for air. Looking straight into Maru's eyes, she wiped his cum from her face with her fingers, then greedily sucked them. Perversely, she ran her tongue around her lips, sweeping the last drips of cum in. She was so close. Her left hand reached down and stroked her wet, swollen clit, quickly bringing her over the top. Again she gasped, this time audibly.

“Suck it. Make me hard.” Maru's voice was a command, not a request. Patricia eagerly complied, first kissing the head, then allowing it to slip into her mouth again. Gently, lovingly, she slid her lips down the not-quite-soft shaft, this time engulfing the entire length. Her fingertips lightly stroked Maru's testicles, then ran ever so softly around the base of his cock. She slowly drew her head away, increasing the strength of her sucking. She made a soft moan of pleasure.

Maru was responding quickly. His detumescent cock had reversed its deflating and was again swelling. She wasn't able to engult the entire length when she slowly pushed her mouth down on the swelling member. Maru hissed, “Yessss” as she scratched his ball sack lightly.

“Now. Stop. Spit on my cock. Make it very wet. Then get on your hands and knees and turn away from me.”

She did as he ordered, on all fours on the bed, her ass at the very edge. She had to open her mouth and breath hard as she felt him grasp her buttocks and spread them, then force his wet, slippery cock onto her butt hole. She relaxed her sphincter and felt Maru's cock push deeply inside. He made a grunting noise as he grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her hips back, forcing himself even more deeply inside her. The bed bounced with the energy of his thrusts.

“Ahhh,” Patricia cried out. She then clenched her ass, giving Maru a tight massage as he pulled back, and relaxed again as he thrust inside again. She felt another orgasm sweeping over her. “Yes,” she couldn't help calling out. “Fuck me. Please. Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me.” Maru's thrusting increased in frequency and vigor; still Patricia kept the cycle of relaxing and tightening in time to his thrusts. Her hand slipped back between her legs, rubbing vigorously. Her shoulders and breasts were on the bedspread, her eyes rolled back, and her mouth now open and panting.

Maru was grunting with each thrust. His hips were slapping against Patricia's buttocks, and the force of their fucking was making her bounce on the firm mattress. Patricia heard herself making little mewing noises, but was unable to stop. The sounds grew louder as Maru's thrusting increased its intensity, as did her own rubbing. “Cum in me, please, sir.” She couldn't help herself from begging. She felt his cock twitch and pushed her ass back against him.

Maru groaned loudly and Patricia felt an odd sensation inside her. He was cumming. Again. Copiously. “Oh, god, yes,” she hissed. “Fill me!” She slipped four fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. “Oh, god, it feels so good!”

Maru pulled his cock from her ass quickly. “Quiet, sesako.” He wiped himself on a corner of the blanket, then pulled his garment closed.

Obediently, Patricia stopped talking, but she could not help making ragged, little noises as she breathed. She stopped masturbating, knowing that she would not be able to keep herself from crying out if she came. She could feel Maru's semen oozing from her ass and her own juices practically flowing down her thighs.

Opening her eyes, Patricia realized that Mr. Kobayashi was sitting in the room, sipping tea and watching, that he had observed the whole thing. Did Maru simply perform for their master? Or did he want to fuck her, and Mr. Kobayashi merely took advantage of that desire?

Mr. Kobayashi smiled slightly. “You have done well, sukimono. I see you enjoyed pleasing Maru. Very good.”
Mr. Kobayashi rose and smiled more broadly.

“Now, sukimono, I have game for you. Maru! Bring clothes!” He turned his head towards the door as he called for his servant, then back to Patricia. “You must clean yourself. Come!” Without looking back, he turned and walked out the door.

Lon