"Jack, today is March 1. Every three months I'm going to ask you up to the house to help me out with what you might call my domestic situation. OK?"
"Well, sure Mr. Harris."
"Now, I know you get along with Alice, don't you? Say hi to Alice."
Mr. March's live-in girlfriend Alice Harper was standing by the fireplace, staring into the fire, and not looking too happy. I drove her someplace just about every day, so this all seemed a little strange.
"Hello Ms. Harper."
"Hello Jack."
" Alice is going to give you a quarterly bonus. Aren't you dear?
Ms. Harper didn't turn around, but she did barely nod.
Now Alice, don't behave badly. We discussed this and you agreed, now didn't you? Be a good girl and come over in front of Jack where he can see you."
Ms. Harper turned away from the fireplace and walked towards me.
Mr. Harper had hired me as a driver and handyman. Mr. Harper was like a zillionaire who had cashed out of dot com's at their height and got into energy before anyone had heard of a rolling blackout. You'd expect a guy like that to have a hot woman. And did he ever. Ms. Harris was a fox. But even a guy like me could see that she had, like, class. Or maybe you could call it grace. There was a whole lot more to this broad than tits and ass. So while I lusted for her, the way any guy would, I liked and admired her as well.
Ms. Harper was dressed to go out. You know those little black cocktail dresses that so many women wear at museum galas and art openings and stuff like that? I see those dresses all the time when I drop the two of them at various functions. Anyway Ms. Harper was wearing one of those dresses with a strand of pearls at her neck. She has this real pretty auburn hair that she often wears braided and up at night, though now it was down around her shoulders.
She walked up to within a couple of feet of me.
"Alice has agreed to give you a choice. Haven't you, dear?"
There were tears in Ms. Harper's eyes.
" Alice will kneel down there on the floor and she will jerk you off. Or if you prefer you can jerk off on her face. Isn't that right, dear?"
This was just too weird. Ms. Harper was just standing there unsuccessfully trying to hold back tears. Mr. Harris was a good guy yet he was saying such rotten things in a such a condescending manner. This was like the perfect couple gone totally crazy. It was clear to me that these two were playing some sick game. To my own credit I didn't even have to think it over-I'd be damned if I'd get involved in this.
"Well I appreciate the offer-I think" I managed a smile "you are both good people and I'm not getting involved in this." I turned to walk out.
"We were sort of hoping you would say something like that," said Mr. Harris.
I turned and looked at him. " We both think you are a fine young man, and having said that, you proved us right." Nodding at Ms. Harper he said softly " Isn't that right?"
For the first time that evening Ms. Harper smiled, albeit weakly. Mr. Harper turned and walked over to the fireplace mantel and picked up an envelope and a riding crop. He waved the envelope and said "This is $5000. It is yours no matter what happens tonight. We are sorry if this bothers you, but please hear us out. Alice take off your dress and tell Jack here what your alternatives are."
All that held the dress up were spaghetti straps , but it was fitted snugly, so that Ms. Harper had to wiggle a bit in order for it to fall to the floor. She was stunning. She had not worn a bra. Her nipples were easily silver dollar size, vermilion in color with nubs larger than a pencil's eraser. Her breasts were large, but from their graceful asymmetrical curve I could see they were natural. She was wearing garters, black stockings and heels. Despite all that had gone before, despite my uneasiness with this little psychodrama, I sprang a class A boner. My back was to Mr. Harris, but Ms. Harper saw my erection and smiled ruefully through teary eyes.
"Jack ," she said, " I'm not going to tell you why we are doing this. I'll just say, though it is difficult, I do agree to this. Peter has a riding crop in his hand and I will have to let him whip me if you won't let me service you." I hesitated, stepped back and turned away. Suddenly Mr. Harris took three quick steps toward Ms. Harper, raised the crop and slashed down on her exposed ass. There was no sound but the hiss of the crop through the air and the smack of leather on meat. Ms. Harper gasped and fell to the carpet; Mr. Harris backed a couple steps off.
Ms. Harper got to her knees and crawled to me. She put her hands on my hips.
"Don't let me take anymore, Jack. " She begged "Please let me do you, Jack, I'll be good." She was fumbling with my belt. "I'd suck you off, Jack, but I'm not allowed. But I'll get you off good. Do you want to come on my face, Jack?"
Maybe it was the promised five large or maybe I didn't want her whipped again, or maybe it was just my raging hardon, but I was going to get off. Right then. Fuck their stupid game and fuck her watching boyfriend.
She was unbuttoning my pants. I reached down for a handful of her delectable tit and said "hurry up." She got my cock out and my pants down. Ms. Harper cradled my balls with one hand and pumped me with the other. She looked up at me, the most gorgeous women I'd ever been with, and said "Are you going to come for me, baby" I shot four loads of cum onto her face, one of them into her open eye.
I had forgotten about Mr. Harris until there was a flash of a Polaroid, Mr. Harris said "You did fine Alice. I'll tell you what, be a good girl and lick off any cum that's left on his cock. "
She leaned in to comply, but she was having some difficulty wiping my cum from her eye. The more she rubbed at it the more it spread. Finally she got her vision back, she licked off my cock and she even pulled my trousers up and fastened them. As she stood up and started to pull her dress back on, Mr. Harris said " Don't forget your manners, darling, be sure you thank Jack."
As she looked at me I couldn't really tell where the tears started and the cum ended. Her mascara had run, so that she presented quite a sight; one that I wasn't bound to forget any time soon.
On my way out Mr. Harris handed me a manila envelope. When I opened it in my room, the envelope with the 5 G's fell out along with the Polaroid of Ms. Harper's come covered face and a used pair of her black lace panties. I fell asleep with the panties over my face.
In the days after that, there was no mention of the incident. Mr. Harris' demeanor was unchanged; he was affable as always. Ms. Harper was quieter than she had been formerly, and she seldom made eye contact. Otherwise I saw no change in her deportment. I, too, comported myself as always. But I was angry.
It was similar to incidents that used to occur to me when I drove a hack in New York City. A couple would get in and start to have sex in the back seat. Now before I drove a hack, I would have guessed that I would get a big kick out of it. I'm no prude and I enjoy fuck films. Instead, it irritated the hell out of me. Part of it was that I wasn't included, although that was not the problem here. Mainly it was that they thought so little of me that they would fuck like I wasn't there. It was as if I didn't exist. You fuck in front of a dog without thinking about because the dog is inconsequential. So, I too, was of no consequence.
