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We walked for quite a distance, turning several times, until we were out of the financial district and entering an area where tattoo shops and bars lined the street.
Blake finally came to a stop in front of a place called Big Jim's Adult Bookstore. I saw a sign on the door that said 'You must be 21 to enter' and under that another that said, 'If you are offended by nudity do not enter'.
Blake reached out and opened the door and pushed me inside. My heart was in my throat as I stepped into the sleazy store. I was suddenly surrounded by magazines and movies, all proudly featuring photographs of naked women in various slutty poses.
I glance quickly around the small room and saw right away that I was the only woman in the place. I wasn't surprised.
Blake looked around and then led me to a display of adult toys. There in front of us was a huge display of various vibrators. I never imagined that there were so many styles. He selected two of them, as well as two butt plugs, one large and one larger.
I whispered urgently, "Please Blake. Not those. I don't ... you know. Not there!"
He smiled and said, "You'll thank me later. Now shut up, bitch. If you give me a hard time I'll take you into the back and let the boys teach you some manners. Because I'm a nice guy I'm going to let it go this time. But don't you ever say no to me again. Is that understood?"
I was torn. I wanted to explain that I couldn't do anal sex. I needed him to understand that. It took a moment to sink in that I was wrong. If Blake wanted to fuck my ass, well, it wasn't up to me. I no sooner accepted the idea then my mind flashed back to that thick tube of flesh I had held in my hand this morning. Oh god! I knew it would kill me.
Blake pulled me to the counter and after looking at the back of one of the packages he had selected he picked up some batteries from a display on the counter. He also picked up a bottle of lubricant.
He paid the dirty old man behind the counter who was leering at me so hard he could hardly make change for Blake. As it turned out, he didn't need to try so hard to undress me with his eyes. He was about to see a lot more than he bargained for.
Blake removed one of the vibrators from the package and as he inserted the batteries he said without even looking at me, "Lift your dress up around your waist, bitch."
I stared at him in shock. That was going too far! I couldn't possibly do that! And yet, somehow, I found myself inching my skirt up until the hem was in my hands and lifting it up to my waist as ordered.
I couldn't believe it! I was exposing my pussy to a bunch of strange men! I don't know how many, I was too embarrassed to look up and count them. But I was so excited by the idea of all of those men looking at me that I could hardly breathe.
I was aware of the lunch crowd gathering around to stare at my exposed flesh. I flashed back to when I was a young girl and I used to get an immature thrill when a boy saw my panties. I hadn't thought of that for years.
I saw the look on the face of the store clerk and finally I had to retreat behind my eyelids. I couldn't stand to see the men around me.
A moment later, Blake said, "Spread your legs out, cunt. I have a present for you."
I opened my eyes to see him holding an egg shaped piece of plastic in his hand. It had a short wire dangling out of one end. Other than that there was nothing on it. No switches, no dials, nothing.
I spread my legs as ordered. As soon as I was positioned the way Blake wanted, he leaned down and rubbed the tip of the egg through my sopping wet slit for a moment and then firmly pushed it inside of me.
I gasped loudly. But that soft sound went unheard as the men around me laughed and joked and commented on my exposed body.
Once the egg had been inserted, Blake picked up a small device and turned a dial. I almost fell to the floor when the egg inside of me started vibrating violently. I cried out and my hands reached out and grasped the edge of the counter.
Blake smiled and adjusted the dial and the vibrations became more tolerable. Another adjustment and those vibrations were just a dull but exciting tingling sensation deep inside of me.
Blake nodded and said, "Perfect. Okay, bitch. Let's go back to work."
I started to follow him out but one of the men called out, "Hey man! Before you leave, how about a look at that fine ass of hers?"
Blake grinned and said, "Lift up the back of your skirt, Paula. Show your fans what a nice ass you have."
I didn't even look up. I reached back and lifted my skirt over my ass and held it there until Blake said, "Okay. That's enough fun for now. Come on. We don't want to be late for work."
I dropped my skirt and followed him back out onto the crowded city sidewalk. I noticed that I got some strange looks from passersby as I stepped out of that place. Blake ignored the people around us though. He waited until I was beside him and we began to walk back to our office at a brisk pace.
He spoke to me several times as we walked but I had a very hard time concentrating. I had that constant vibration in my pussy driving me fucking crazy!
Every few minutes he would play with the controller in his pocket and adjust the rate of the vibration. Most of the time he kept it low and it was bearable. But every few minutes he would turn it way up and it would take my breath away. I would be forced to come to a stop, right in the middle of the sidewalk and grab my stomach as if I was having cramps.
I found that I had the strangest reaction to what he was doing to me. The vibrations themselves were not all that erotic. They were a distraction in a sensitive area of my body. But they would be more effective if they were applied on the outside of my body, near my clit. Still, the idea of this man now having this effect on my body was turning me on. He was in charge of what went into my pussy. It reminded me of the themes of those stories that I had been reading and even if the vibrations were not placed where they would do the most good they were certainly having a profound effect. And I think that the effect was much more intense because this was all being done in public.
We were more than half way back to the office. We had once more entered the financial district. We were surrounded by businessmen and women in business suits and conservative dresses. That was when he turned the dial all the way up and I was forced to grab the back of a bench at a bus stop we were passing as a huge orgasm took control of my body.
Once more I almost fell to the ground at Blake's feet. The bench was crowded. I hung on to the back of it and I was unable to suppress a moan. The people turned to look at me, probably wondering if I was about to get sick.
One of the men asked, "Lady? Are you okay?"
I nodded and gasped for breath, holding on until I felt able to stand again. Blake moved closer and put his arm in mine and said, "She's alright. She has a vibrator in her pussy and she just had an orgasm. I think I may have turned it up too high. Sorry folks."
The woman sitting on the end of the bench turned bright red. That was all I saw before Blake pulled me away and we continued on our way to work.
It took me a few moments to be able to walk on my own. When I had regained my breath I gasped, "Jesus, Blake!"
He chuckled and said, "Exciting, isn't it?"
I hated to admit it. But fuck yes it was exciting! This was just the sort of thing that might have come from one of those stories I had been reading. Except, of course, that in the stories he would have made me have sex with those men in the store. Or he would have pushed me under my desk this morning and forced me to suck his cock. But then, it was, after all, only the first day. Who knew what would happen tomorrow?
We got back to the office and returned to my desk. We started going through files again. It was just a normal work day. Except that once more my skirt was pulled up to my waist and I was no longer wearing underwear. Blake kept his hands to himself this time. But of course, I still had a vibrating egg in my body and the remote control was in his pocket.
From time to time throughout the afternoon he would turn it up. Each time he did, it caused me to stop in mid-sentence and close my eyes. My entire body would tense up and I would edge closer to another orgasm. But each time I got close he turned it back down. Several times I was nearly in tears as he brought me to within a hair's breadth of having an orgasm and then jerked it away from me.
But at least we got some work done in the afternoon. By the time the work day was over I was a wreck. I was drenched in sweat and looked like I had a high fever. Fortunately we hung back and talked quietly until the office had pretty much emptied out.
When things were quiet, Blake reached over and grabbed a handful of the hair on the back of my head. He turned my head to face him and he kissed me for the first time. It was a brutal, demanding kiss. It seemed more like he was demonstrating his control over me than anything else. His tongue probed my mouth and I shivered with passion as my tongue came out to duel with his. His free hand grasped my breast and after a long, almost violent kiss that reminded me very much of the rapes I had been reading about in those stories, he straightened up and looked into my eyes and said, "It's time to take you home and get you ready to fuck, bitch."
I could only groan my acceptance of his statement. I had already ceded my body to him. I was just disappointed that I had to wait that long! Still, I hadn't completely lost my mind. I couldn't help but wonder why a self-sufficient, modern woman with high self-esteem would allow herself to be talked to like that. But I knew the answer. I allowed it because it turned me on. I allowed it because in my mind I was experimenting with the exciting things I had been reading lately.
Before we left the office, Blake turned the vibrating egg off. He smiled and said, "We don't want you getting distracted on the way home."
He ordered me to remove the egg and I gently retrieved it from my sopping wet pussy. When I had it in my hand he said, "Lick it clean. Then put it on your desk."
I licked my juices from the plastic egg and placed it on my desk. He put the controller down beside it and said, "When we get in tomorrow morning I want you to put that back in and bring me the controller."
We stood up. But before I could move away he bent me over my desk and flipped my skirt up in back. He ordered me not to move. I watched nervously as he pulled out the smaller of the two butt plugs he bought today and the bottle of lubricant.
I wanted to beg him not to do this. But instead I rested my head on my arms, closed my eyes and waited. I jumped when I felt his fingers spreading my butt cheeks open and his cold, greasy finger being forced inside me. I was terrified that someone would come through the door and see us like this. But I was more terrified of that huge rubber torture device that he was going to shove inside of me.
He withdrew his finger and I tensed up, expecting a huge piece of rubber to rip my guts open. Instead, he began forcing two greasy fingers inside of me. As he worked them in and out of my ass he spoke calmly, telling me that I just needed to relax and it wouldn't be that bad.
I couldn't help thinking, "Oh yeah? Then why don't you stick it up your ass?" But I wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud.
After several minutes he pulled his fingers out of me and a moment later I felt the tip of the butt plug sliding between my ass cheeks and pressing against my little virgin hole. He didn't force it in right away. He twisted it around and tested my opening for a moment. As he did he calmly instructed me to relax and take a deep breath and then he said, "Okay, Paula. I'm going to put it in now. It really isn't that bad. Just push back against it as if you were trying to go to the bathroom. This isn't a very big butt plug and we are doing this for your own good."
I just didn't feel like I was benefiting from this. But I had my orders. As I struggled to obey his instructions I couldn't help wondering if he had ever had one of these damned things shoved up his ass. Somehow I doubted it.
He slowly worked it in a little deeper. He was taking it very slow, letting me get used to the awful thing. It got wider and wider as it entered me until suddenly it was all the way in and my anus closed around the narrow neck at the base, holding it firmly in place even though I desperately wanted it out of me.
He ordered me to stand and after I slowly got to my feet he asked, "That's not so bad is it?"
I nodded rapidly and then quietly answered, "Yes! I feel like I have to go to the bathroom!"
He smiled and said, "You'll get used to it. You only have to wear it until we get you home. Let's go."
We walked to the elevators and went to the parking garage in the basement. It occurred to me that this was two nights in a row that I was skipping the gym. I was pretty sure that I was going to get a workout though.
We didn't see another soul until we got to the basement. I was glad because I was walking like I was about to give birth. Blake was enjoying my discomfort. His amusement was evident, and infuriating.
He followed me to our cars and watched me get in with great difficulty. I groaned in pain when I lowered my weight onto that damned thing. It seemed to burrow into my guts dangerously. And this was the small one!
Blake followed me home again. But this time I was in agony all the way home. I was tempted several times to pull over and tear that thing out of me. But for some reason, even though it was making it hard for me to breathe and to concentrate on my driving, I just couldn't do it.
The half hour drive home seemed like an hour this evening. I drove into my garage and got out of the car very carefully. By the time I was out and standing beside my car, Blake was standing there, watching and smiling at my discomfort.
He followed me inside and ordered me to make us both a drink. He sat at the kitchen island and watched as I hobbled around making the drinks. I noticed that I had a message on the machine and I played it while I served Blake his drink. We tapped our glasses together in a mute toast as we listened to the message from Jarrod saying that he was going to be home early tonight and was, in fact, on his way when he called.
I had mixed feelings about that. I had expectations that had built up during the day. They were all about sex with Blake. My husband had not appeared in these little fantasies.
I looked at Blake and from the look on his face I saw that he still had every intention of fucking me. The message from my husband hadn't changed that. I was so confused. I finally asked, "Did you and Jarrod discuss this, any of this?"
Blake smiled and shook his head.
I was even more confused. I said, "But ... what ... are you... ?!"
I didn't even know what to ask. I just wanted to understand. I didn't want there to be some violent confrontation between these two men. For one thing, my much smaller husband would surely lose a physical altercation.
Blake laughed quietly and said, "I didn't have to speak to your husband. I know your husband."
"You know my husband!" I exclaimed. "Where did you meet my husband?"
Blake responded, "I have never met him before last night. But I know him. He won't be a problem. That's enough of your silly questions. Shut your mouth. Save your energy for when I stick a dick in it."
That wasn't a threat to me. I had not enjoyed oral sex at first. I did it sometimes when I was dating in high school and college. But it wasn't something I enjoyed. It had always seemed to me to be unpleasant, uncomfortable, nasty and more than a little demeaning.
I didn't start to change my mind about it until after I married Jarrod. I guess it makes a difference when you really love a man. I think it helped too that he hadn't tried to make me do something that I obviously didn't enjoy. But I did it because I knew he enjoyed it and I had gradually come around. Now I actually enjoyed sucking my husband's cock. It turned me on. I had reached a point that I now took pleasure from pleasing him.
I think it helped that he always made sure that I was pleased as well. He was very good at oral sex and really seemed to enjoy eating my pussy. That was something I had never experienced in high school and not very often in college either.
Jarrod was the first man that ever ate my pussy just to bring me pleasure and not just to get me horny so I would let him fuck me.
I was going nuts with that damned thing up my ass and finally I said, "This thing in my ass is driving me crazy! Can I please take it out now? You said it was just until we got home."
He smiled and said, "In a minute. Be patient, slut."
I had noticed that throughout the day he had taken to calling me nasty names; cunt, bitch, slut. I had noticed too, that far from being offended, I was getting turned on. What was I turning into?! Was I going to end up like one of the mindless sluts in those stories I had come to enjoy so much?
I heard the garage door open and I knew that my husband was home. I was suddenly very insecure. Before Jarrod came in I looked at Blake and in a desperate voice I asked, "Are you going to ruin my marriage?"
He smiled and said, "I'm going to spice it up. I'm going to strengthen it. You two don't even know each other yet. I'm going to fix that."
Jarrod came in then and he and Blake exchanged greetings and shook hands. Jarrod put his arm around me and kissed me. He noticed that I was in distress and he asked, "What's wrong, Paula?"
Before I could think of an answer, Blake said, "Here, Jarrod. Would you take care of these? I've ordered her not to wear them anymore."
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