{Part four of, "Cammie at Work." My ex-girlfriend had asked me to guide or lead her in fulfilling some kinky fantasy adventures regarding her workplace. She got "caught" by one of her co-workers, Ron and in order to satisfy his blackmail demands she has become his "go to" sex partner whenever the need strikes him. He was particularly rough the last time they got together. He offered her a way to get out. If she could identify the taste of his cum, from that of some of his friends, he'd let her out of her sexual indenture.}
It had been six weeks. Cammie had done so much already. I marveled at how far she had come. Admittedly, it was a lot for her, for anyone, really. Ron had probably used her mouth a couple dozen times. I lost count. He'd also fucked her several more. It seemed he was escalating it, including the risk. She kept telling me how he'd corner her when they were alone and would purposely tickle her until she'd almost scream out. Once, she actually did shriek and another coworker popped her head around the corner. She played it off, saying Ron had purposely jumped out and scared her, as he often did with her, and others. He was taking more chances at work, they were almost caught, her on her knees, servicing him, several times. He touched her constantly, felt her up on every occasion he could. There almost wasn't a time when they were together when his hands weren't up under her top, feeling her tits, or down her pants, making her wet and squirmy.
He was also taking the liberty of getting rougher when fucking her, though it had only been a couple times. He often left red marks and welts on her ass from hard spanks. The thing that bothered her the most, though, was when he infringed upon her time with her children. In the most recent event he called her and told her to meet him somewhere, that he just needed to "nut in some white pussy." She tried to beg off because of the kids. He finally finagled her into meeting him in the apartment complex parking lot where she lived. She had to tell her kids she was taking out the trash and was going to walk around the grounds a bit for exercise. She prayed her youngest didn't want to go with her. Luckily, she didn't. He rode her pussy hard that night, bent over his car in the dark. It was still cold, in the dead of winter. He didn't care, he pounded her mercilessly and left her dripping his cum.
"It's been tough," she said to me. "I mean, I love the mental aspects of it, the being used for pleasure thing. You are right about it, humiliation and pleasure CAN be linked. Also, from a purely physical standpoint ...well, it just feels good. Not just the actual fucking, but the anticipation my body has for it, knowing it could happen at any time, it keeps me in a state of perpetual excitement. I admit, my endorphins must really be firing, because I haven't felt down, anxious, or depressed since this started, when I fully expected the opposite. The pleasure rush has certainly outweighed the guilt for me."
For my part, I'd also been getting pleasure from it. I'd fantasized about a relationship like this, but now, to be able to experience it? It was amazing. I loved hearing about what she'd done after one of her experiences, while we were both still in the exciting afterglow of it. However, something needed to be done about Ron, it was like she was getting battle weary.
It was like a double edged sword. On one hand, the type of dominance and rough use, with elements of humiliation, was the exact kind I'd fantasized about for years for her. She'd only recently bought into it. On the other hand, he was basically wearing her out, making her risk far more than she was comfortable with. Something was going to happen, soon, which would decide the paths we would all take.
He had given her some time to ponder the bet. The thought tormented her. She could be free of him, for good, but it meant sucking an unknown number of strange cocks. On the other hand, it could keep her sexually indentured for a much longer time if she failed. Before she decided, things got even more interesting. She recounted this, her next experience to me over the phone. She was going to the Capitol and pass out pamphlets and flyers backing their business's cause in the community. As luck would have it, Ron was also going. They went in a mini van. There were four of them. Ron, Cammie and two other men, including her immediate boss. As she suspected, Ron pushed the limits. She'd had a long winter coat which she'd brought despite the unseasonably warm winter day. She'd draped it across her lap. Ron got his hand under the coat and stroked her pussy lips through the material of her pants. She couldn't resist, or push him away without alerting the front seat passengers. She just turned her head and pretended to look out the window at the passing scenery. When they arrived, Ron immediately volunteered to be Cammie's partner when they paired into groups of two. This meant they'd be canvassing different city blocks.
Her boss asked her, "is that all right with you Cammie?" She had to agree without looking hesitant, so as to not reveal herself. So off they went together, knocking on doors and handing out literature. He felt up her ass frequently. He made her walk slightly ahead of him at times. He enjoyed "goosing" her and watching her squirm. I have to admit, he was the perfect guy for this in many ways, he had an opportunity and he took full advantage of it, and her.
They had just knocked on the doors of two adjacent houses and at both no one answered. Ron took that opportunity to pull Cammie into the alley between them, which was no more than a paved driveway, part of which was shared by both houses. He forced her to her knees.
"Suck on it, make it hard for me," he instructed lewdly. "I've got plans for you," he grinned.
She got on her knees on that hard concrete and sucked his cock to its fullness. She had shed her coat, the activity, along with the mildness of the temperature had got her heated.
"Now stand up and face the wall," he said gruffly, as he shoved her up against the side of one of the houses. He pulled her pants down and bent her forward slightly. Her pants were in a bundle around her ankles. She felt his hardness probing her wetness. He slid it in, causing her to gasp.
"Oh fuck," he groaned. "How do you stay so fucking tight, even with me fucking you all the time?" he wondered aloud. She was concerned with being caught so she began to "help" him by fucking herself back onto his dick, in hopes it would get him off faster. Again, his excitement caused him to make it rougher. He had her hips in his hands and he was squeezing the skin hard. It caused her to grunt. It only urged him on, his length was now fully bottoming out in her, she could barely accommodate him. Suddenly he pulled out, causing Cammie to exhale deeply.
"I've been wanting this since the beginning," he said ominously. He started to run his now slick cock against the opening to her ass. She protested and tried to stand up but he slapped her ass hard.
"Hush, you'll stand there and take it, because I WANT it, it's that simple. She said she could only moan her disapproval. It didn't stop him, he started to slide it into her ass. At least he was slow, it allowed her the chance to take deep breaths and make herself relax and let it in. Finally, he was embedded in her.
He whispered, "this creamy white ass was meant for fucking baby, this is all your fault, it's too hot not to fuck," he panted as his breath became ragged. He started plunging in into her, more deeply with each thrust. He'd pull back until it felt like it would slip out, only to drive it back, deep into her bowels. She wasn't unfamiliar to anal sex, she'd just not had it with someone so thick or long before. He had her shifting between her feet, while she tried to desperately hang on for dear life.
All of a sudden they heard a window slide open and a female voice say, "my my, if that's what you guys are out politicking for, I'm all for it, where do I sign?"
It was a 60 something black woman, her hair a natural mix of deep brown and silver. She had a knowing look on her face. Cammie said she tried to get Ron to stop but he wouldn't.
"I'm not stopping until I'm done," he grunted, "now shut up, if she wants to watch this white slut get fucked, let her," he said crudely.
Cammie turned her head to avoid the woman's gaze from her vantage point but Ron had other ideas. He yanked her head back by her hair and drove it in again, this time with extra emphasis. "Yeah, you like that?" he goaded. "You like getting fucked like this? Tell her, tell her you like it!" he demanded.
She was moaning and grunting, her own body betrayed any chance of her denying it, her wetness was dripping down the insides of her thighs.
