Michelle Ch.4 - Training Her Ass
This chapter is a continuation of Michelle's story. In the last chapter, Michelle is just now returning home to her husband after an entire day of being abused by her manager. After making it through the weekend, she's back at work Monday morning where she finds out how often her services will be needed.
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This was the second night Michelle arrived at home late from work. Only this time she was much more abused than the night before. Her husband hadn't said much to this point, but the way she looked today with her breasts so badly beaten, he surely would question her now. She was even afraid that he would throw her out of the house.
She walked in and he was watching TV. He looked up at her. "Have a good time being a slut," he asked? Michelle wanted to die right on the spot. She never felt so embarrassed and humiliated as she was now in front of her own husband. "Who is he Michelle? Who's fucking you?" Michelle ran upstairs ready to break out in tears.
Michelle's husband followed her up to the bedroom. She was on the bed crying. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you Michelle? I thought I married a decent girl. How long has this been going on?"
Still in tears all she kept saying was, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
"So what is it," he kept asking? "I know you're doing something Michelle. I want to know."
Michelle just kept sobbing while her husband pressured for an answer.
"You're fucking someone, aren't you Michelle? Who is it?" He paused only for a second while he mumbled under his breath, "filthy little whore." Then he resumed the barrage of questions.
"Are you giving your cunt away for free or is he paying you?" He was getting madder and madder.
"So how much is it for fuck?" ...... "You bitch!" ...... "Do you give blowjobs too?"
He stood there looking at Michelle crying on the bed waiting for some sort of reply.
"You dirty cunt. I'm so disgusted with you."
The sobbing got louder as he hit a nerve asking what she charges and how utterly disgusted he was. She felt so humiliated.
Unable to get an answer he left to take a shower. Michelle got up, wiped her eyes, and quickly changed. She didn't want him to see her breasts. She could only imagine the comments he would have about the way they looked.
The next day, Sunday, he didn't say much to Michelle. He didn't bring up what he knew she was doing behind his back. That afternoon when they attended a country club banquet, Michelle acted as the normal respectful wife. In fact, she went out of her way paying a lot of attention to her husband. She did however, have several flashbacks throughout dinner thinking how well dressed and classy all the women were tonight, including herself, and then remembering how she dressed and acted like such a whore for Peter. She knew that her husband was really upset and disappointed with her. But what she experienced with her manager was just so exciting.
Michelle spent the remainder of the weekend concealing her breasts from her husband. How could she explain what her boss did to her? And what was worse, Michelle wanted more. She couldn't get Peter out of her mind. Yes, he abused her pretty badly, but it was bringing out feelings that she had never felt before.
Monday morning at work Michelle dressed rather conservatively. She wanted her husband to think that everything was back to normal. Maybe he would think it was a one-time indiscretion. She wore her usual buttoned-down blouse and a much longer skirt. Her appearance was very business-like, although she did comply with Peter's original request and continue to wear sexy undergarments for him.
At work the morning progressed, business as usual. No one in the office suspected a thing. Little did everyone know that underneath Michelle's blouse were two battered abused breasts? She was truly the manager's secret whore and sex slave.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Peter called Michelle into his office. Once she entered he immediately ordered, "close the door and lock it." Michelle knew even from his tone of voice that he didn't call her for anything work related. She knew he had some other plans. "Get that hot little ass of yours over here," he demanded.
Michelle walked over to his desk where he was sitting and stood right next to him. "How are your breasts today," he asked. "They're still sore," she replied. Michelle felt a bit more relaxed now that he asked about them. She had thought that he really didn't care how much he abused her.
"Since you're still new at this I'll give them a little rest today." Peter responded. "But those tits sure get me hot for you. I've been thinking about you all morning." It was obvious to Michelle that her breasts excited Peter more than anything else.
"Dressed rather business-like today, aren't we," he asked?
"I know Peter," she replied. "My husband was asking a lot of questions. He's so mad at me. I couldn't leave this morning looking like you want."
Peter grabbed her by the arm moving her between his legs as he stayed sitting. "Turn around. Face the desk," he instructed. "I need to see that ass again." Once Michelle turned around he pushed her forward, until her chest was laying over his desktop. Then he unbuttoned her skirt and yanked it down to the floor. Underneath Michelle was wearing a pair of skimpy red panties. "Very nice," Peter remarked. "Did you wear those just for me?"
"Yes Peter, I did," she replied.
"Why don't we save them till later," he commented as he slid the panties down her legs and made her step out of them and her skirt at he same time. "Right now I just want that incredible ass."
Michelle wasn't sure what he meant exactly. She thought that perhaps he was going to try shoving that big cock up her anal hole again. It hurt so badly the last time he did that.
Peter slid his desk drawer open and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. "We're going to work on that ass today. You know I didn't like the way you backed off on me the other night? So today we'll make sure that doesn't happen again."
Michelle became instantly petrified. She knew this wasn't going to be pleasant. And to make matters worse, it was a working day and the next room was filled with people. Any feeling or expression of pain would have to be controlled. She couldn't scream out.
Michelle felt Peter spreading a good amount of the lube in her asscrack. He began working it around her anal hole just as he did the other day. Then his finger pushed into her ass. It really did feel good. But unlike the last time, Peter continued and inserted a second finger.
"Okay honey," he began explaining. "This is where you become my filthy anal bitch. When I'm done with you today you'll be able to take two cocks up that tight little ass. And I better not hear a sound out of you."
Peter was so demanding. He knew how to take control and dominate Michelle. And he knew she wanted it. He knew the type of woman that Michelle was. She was one of those decent girls that gets married, becomes a housewife for a successful businessman and then realizes later in life that she's missed out on something sexually. They're usually willing to do anything to make up for lost time. And that described Michelle perfectly. Despite the torture, the pain and the humiliation, she would do anything to maintain her acceptance by this younger man.
Peter continued digging into her ass, now with three fingers. He probed through her anal hole and kept going, pushing them all the way in to his knuckles. Her tight anal ring had a nice snug grip. He wiggled them around letting her feel how deep he was inside her rectum. Then he backed off and pulled them out. At first Michelle thought he was finished. She glanced back to see and encountered his three fingers moving toward her lips. "Taste them," he ordered. She could smell the odor on them. It was so disgusting. She had a hard time bringing herself to obey his request and taste her own ass. But pleasing Peter was most important. "Open that mouth I said," Peter sternly repeated his demand pushing his slime-coated fingers against her lips. She opened her mouth and Peter slid them in wiping across her tongue. She immediately could taste the vile residue. "That's it. Now suck on them." And Michelle did. She cleaned his dirty anal tasting fingers sucking them through her lips and licking them with her tongue.
"Good girl," Peter commented satisfied with what she did. "Soon you'll love that taste and beg for more."
When his fingers were thoroughly cleaned Peter stuffed them back in her ass. This time he began forcing in a fourth finger. Michelle's asshole was getting stretched pretty wide.
