"Now spank that ass," Jessica harshly ordered into her web cam.
"Yes Mistress," Was the usual weak submissive reply through the crackle of her old computer speakers.
"Harder"! She yelled, "Do it harder or I'm gonna make you squash those useless pathetic balls of yours."
"Yes mistress, sorry mistress," Weakly answered the lame excuse for a man as Jessica laughed haughtily, leaning back in her computer chair, watching her naked slave slap himself repeatedly through her screen.
Jessica had just started this line of work out of necessity after being sacked unfairly after complaining about being sexually harassed at the supermarket where she worked. She was the one being abused then but now the tables had turned and the men were actually paying for it!
Eight hours a day she would sit in her home office, filing her talon like nails or fixing her demure but sexy attire ready for any caller who would call in for sexual slavery through the web cam. As she had been a victim of a male sexual predator she took to her new job with a maniacal glee working herself into a malicious frenzy as she ordered her playthings to torture themselves with sadistic please.
"No, no, no, that's just not good enough," She reprimanded pounding her desk top in a vengeful wrath.
"Sorry Mistress."
"No, no, no it's got beyond sorry," interrupted Jessica "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson"
"No please mistress, I beg you, it wont happen again," Came the shameful bowed headed reply.
Jessica looked at her prey on the screen, a stick thin naked man all protruding bones and wrinkly skin, Her eyes narrowed to accompany her next growling command.
"Twist those balls. Now!" She rasped, her face lighting up and eyes widening in sadistic expectation of the pain her words would inflict.
"Please mistress, please anything but my balls," he pathetically spluttered, "I'll do anything, anything to save my balls, anything please!"
Jessica moved nearer her web cam and slowly spat her order, "Twist those balls! Or you can piss off back to your sad little life without me and wank yourself to death, you pathetic worm!"
Jessica eased back, her pupils dilated to the extreme and watched her plaything gingerly take his ball sac and beginning to slowly twist. He was soon emitting blood-curdling sounds of pain but Jess would have none of it.
"Keep twisting, come on faster! Harder!" She yelled.
Her toy was screaming hard now as she laughed half in astonishment half in joy, she couldn't believe the things she could make men do and after years of being under the thumb of male suppression. She revealed in her work, so much so that she was quickly getting a reputation as a real ball buster! Men were lining up to be seen by her and paying for it.
She should really have thanked Jack the manager of the large supermarket for getting her sacked for she was now earning five times more than her ordinary boring job and that was without being groped and goosed every available chance.
When she was in the stock room was the worst, few people around quite dark and plenty of corridors of stock for Jack, the dirty old man of a manager to sneak up on her. It started off quite friendly and she had to admit to thinking he was, 'a bit of alright.'
Things started off quite innocently as Jack would playfully pat her on the bum as he went by, winking back at her with a smile as he charged on with his clipboard under his arm. Other times she would get a pinch when her back was to him to get her attention so he could talk to her. She would be glad of the stockrooms dim light for the attention to her posterior would make her blush. She was secretly quite happy with the attention although she joined in the gossipy bitching about 'Jack the rat' as he was known and his perverted ways with the rest of the staff in the canteen.
One day while bent over some boxes she heard him coming and readied her hide for an attack. Sure enough he gave her a hearty slap on her firm bottom drawing a comic exaggerated, "Ooh!" From Jessica who stayed in her prone position over the boxes. "Don't start what you can't finish," she teased, as the manager looked back. The comment brought him to a stop and he looked back on Jessica bent over the boxes. Her skirt straining over her plump firm buttocks, her legs saucily spread. The manager looked around hesitantly and cleared his throat. Jessica stayed in position and brought a hand seductively up to her moist red lips.
"What did you say?" The manager requested slowly out of necessity to adjust himself to the shock of the situation.
"I said, "don't start what you can't finish," jeered Jessica from her lowly position. The Manager stood transfixed once again his mind a whiz of connotations.
"Well?" Provoked Jessica wiggling her upturned derrière slightly. The managers mind was made up, he dropped his clipboard, ripped open his overall coat and proceeded to unzip his flies. Jess smiled and looked ahead at the ironic rows of dog food all with pictures of happy contented dogs as she felt the manager hands grabbing the hem of her skirt and yanking it up over her bottom and left rested around her back. She felt the cool air on her wanton ass as he hungrily whipped down her panties.
There was a moments pause and Jess grabbed the box waiting for the unexpected as the metal of his belt chipped at the concrete floor as it fell with his trousers. Jess steeled herself for the probing onslaught and bit her lip. He rammed into her hard and deep straight off making her eyes bulge and her back stiffen as she gave out an involuntary gasp. His thrusts were slow, hard and deep causing the sacrificial alter of the box she was taken on to rock with every thrust. With each hammer blow to her gash she was edged nearer and nearer to the smiling dogs on the cans. Jess hanged onto the crate for life, gasping with every delivery of her penis injection, her head rocking, her teeth grinding, her eyes watering at the pure savagery. Her intense humping rhythm took a small stinging interjection as he pinched her ass. "Ooh!" She exclaimed being caught off guard, "You kinky bugger."
"Quiet!" He reprimanded with a hearty blow to her arse cheek. The more he slapped her bum the closer she got to orgasm, the more he pounded her the closer the box rocked towards her gallery of smiling dogs. All of them salivating jealously at her predicament. Jess's genitals and bottom were a flame of gratification and her head swam between the opposing polarity of pleasure and pain. She was being screwed to perfection except one small thing was missing, he had completely ignored her breasts. She longed for a reach around to plunge two handed into her bra, tweak her nipples to send her over the precipice. She tried to tweak her own nipples but as one hand came off the box she was rocked harshly by the managers hammer blow of pure cock, causing her to quickly take hold of the crate again as she lurched to one side as if she were in a storm at sea.
The intensity of the storm gathered pace and by now Jessica's head was banging into the cans of dog food with only one pouch blurringly in view seemingly licking her face with the ever speeding piston of the Jack's cock and slapping hand.
He speeded up and quickly withdrew, pumping his salty sea spray semen over her arse. He groaned loudly as if to proclaim, "Land ahoy," before falling over her in exhaustion. Jessica lay slumped over the crate breathing heavily, her arse bright red in the air. The manager quickly hoisted his trousers over his beam, he busily pulled Jessica skirts back down, gave one last playful slap on her rump, turned picked up his clipboard and merrily went back about his work.
The next day Jessica waited dressed to the tens, her overall coat open exposing her firm cleavage beckoning Jack on. She wore higher heels and waited wet and wonton. When the manager did arrive she struck a provocative pose and when he was within earshot she said, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"
"Good morning Jessica." He coldly responded never looking up from his clipboard as he passed her.
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes I did, very good but can you please get on with your work," he icily instructed.
Jess angrily got on with her work and practically ignored the manager for the next few days until once more she was bent over, price tagging the stock of chocolate bars. Once again she squealed as a sturdy thumb and fore finger pinched her bottom. She startled up in a fury and yelled at the manager "How dare you!"
The manager stopped and twirled to face her with a quizzical look on his face. "How dare I what?"
"Pinch my arse!" Yelled an outraged Jess
"Sssh!" the manager reacted moving towards her to calm her distress.
"What's the matter?" He silently quavered in a genuine gesture of innocence.
"Don't you 'what's the matter me,' just keep your hands to yourself." Once again she bent over angrily going about her work. Once again she felt a hand on her bottom and again Jess reared up but before she could say anything he apologised. "I'm sorry," he pleaded. Jess took deep angry breathes and made several false starts of remonstrations and accusations all leading to nothing and with a little curse of frustration turned back to her work. Once again his hand went to her derrière slowly caressing and soothing, "I'll make it up to you," he promised earnestly. Jess was all out of rage, it was what she really wanted and so was quickly won over. The Managers hands slid up her skirt and skilfully latched onto her panties. Jess sighed and tried to turn.
She was locked into position by his sturdy hands. He slowly slipped her panties down and bent her over.
She felt the hot air of his breath on her sex before he started to nibble on her pussy lips. One hand flipped her clit before burying two fingers to the knuckles in her accommodating love hole. Jess went into an instant oral reverie. She felt her ass cheeks being spread quickly followed by his tongue delicately spiralling down onto her buttonhole. "Ooh! Kinky!" Jess Joked light-heartedly only to be met with a whipping stinging slap on her ass cheek. "Silence," He commanded and went back to work on her.
