"*ding* You've received a message from Jack," Ellen's phone announced. "Any chance you're free tonight?"
Ellen was thankful that she showered the night before. The train ride home was a bit too much for her. She was much more excited to run over the events that happened with Jack last night. Being a Christian man, Jack helped Ellen through a crisis of faith and she was extremely grateful.
Ellen wrote back: "How about my place tonight?" Ellen was convinced that she would have much more control over her lust in her own home, God willing.
Ellen Jackson, MD PhD JD FRCS lived a sheltered life. She has no fashion sense, she cuts her own hair, her breasts are non-existent, however she has very perky, pointy, poky nipples.
She hasn't missed a Sunday at church in as long as she can remember. Her 37 years had been spent learning, studying, and testing. Her academic accomplishments were many, however her dating life suffered. She was now making every attempt to avoid being the 40-year-old virgin.
And with a year and a half until her graduate medical education was set to begin, Ellen had some time to focus on her personal life. She had calculated, down to the day, how much time she had left in order to find someone, fall in love, get married, and get pregnant. The problem is that she now had five days left.
Jack Florence is the kind of guy who has never purchased a lottery ticket, but one day, while walking down the street, the wind blows a winning ticket into his face. It wasn't the million-dollar winner, but $50K is $50K. Jack has won a door prize for an event he didn't attend. Good things happen to Jack.
Jack is not a Christian. Jack is an asshole. Jack remembers exactly two girls that he's fucked. Cindy Fuller, his first, and whoever the unlucky girl is that was his last.
Jack's coworkers have a contest going to see who can corrupt the most innocent girl. Frank, the manager of accounting, convinced his daughter's scout troop leader to wear a butt plug to the next family scouting event. He wasn't even close to being in the lead for that stunt, mostly because Frank didn't have the photo to prove it.
Day 2
Ellen spent the day preparing her home for company. She made sure everything was spotless. She was cooking her favorite dish passed down from her great grandmother, tater tot casserole. It's the type of meal that says, "I'm wife material." Ellen also purchased her first bottle of wine.
She had always thought Christians should refrain from alcohol, but Jack showed her a bible verse that changed her view. Her new motto is now "The Lord wants us to drink, so we shall drink."
She had read that when pairing with beef you should get a red wine, so Ellen picked up three bottles of Wild Irish Rose.
The bell rang at 7:00 on the dot. Ellen rushed to the door, quickly smoothed out the elegant dress that she had picked out. It was a nice floral pattern dress, the shoulders poofed out nicely, and the lace around the neck was perfectly white while the navy blue of the dress and the floral pattern were in full color. The dress flowed to her ankles, where the bottom was frilly and cute, she told herself. She wore house slippers to polish off the look.
She opened the door with the friendliest smile on her face. Jack looked perfect, he was wearing a suit of some sort, it looked quite fancy. His slacks were well pressed, and his shoes were so shiny she could see her reflection in them.
"Welcome, Jack. I'm so glad you could make it."
She offered her cheek for Jack to kiss, however Jack walked past her and took a look around the house.
Jack's thoughts were still on Gina, Frank's daughter, who was all grown up and working the mail room as an intern before her senior year of college. Jack had a special package and Gina entered the office, box in hand. Jack pressed the door lock switch under his desk and walked around his desk to take it from her.
He nonchalantly tossed the package over his shoulder and gave Gina a smile, which she immediately returned. Moments later she was on her knees, pulling out a completely different package.
What Gina lacked in experience she made up for in persistence. As she was gagging on Jack's cock, she coughed up a bit of her saliva and it landed on Jack's shoe.
"Clean that up," Jack demanded.
Gina was suddenly on the floor, licking Jack's shoe clean.
"Good girl, now finish."
Once he drained his cum down Gina's throat he zipped up and pressed the door switch and the door slowly opened. Jack sat down and started typing on his computer. Gina looked at him, looked down at the floor, licked the remaining cum off the corner of her mouth, then turned around and walked out, grabbed the mail cart and headed down the hall.
She resisted the urge to look back. Her final thought before turning the corner was "What an asshole." Jack's final thought was "She could have used a tissue. Good girl, though. Her dad should be proud."
Jack returned his attention to the present, and to Ellen's hideous attire. Thankfully she won't be wearing it for long.
"Whore, stand before me," he called out to Ellen. She smiled as she took her place in front of him. She believed she was a whore after last night. She tempted Jack, she gyrated on his cock as they danced without his permission, she was a rapist and a slut.
She even attempted to achieve an orgasm without his consent. She paid the price, her atonement was severe, but it worked. She believed the demons had been exorcized with Jack's help. She was going to prove that to him tonight.
Jack slowly walked around Ellen, inspecting her from every angle. Ellen might be sad to realize that the work she put into the white of her collar was not appreciated, nor was the dress itself.
"You're smiling, are you happy?" Jack asked.
"I am, I haven't had a second date... Ever."
"Sir."
"Sir." Ellen corrected herself.
Jack was glad she couldn't see his face as he rolled his eyes. He picked up the dress from the bottom and examined her legs. There was no trace of the writing from last night. Her face was clean as well. He could only assume the rest of his work was also washed away.
"Was it difficult to wash the ink off your body?"
"It was sir. Especially the parts of my body that I can't see without assistance."
"Sir"
"Sir. Sorry Sir."
Her confidence was taking a hit, why couldn't she remember something so simple? He liked to be formal, she liked to be formal, she should be able to accept this and give him the respect he deserves. She looked down to the floor as her mind processed what was happening.
Jack stood behind Ellen and undid the top button of her dress. He watched for a reaction from her. He would only have to feel her pulse to be able to read her mind. Lustful thoughts continued to go through Ellen's mind.
She thought of Jack's punishments yesterday. How he had slapped her with the back of his hand, how he had written horrible words on her skin. Horrible, but truthful.
She also recalled how she acted when he danced with her. How she allowed her clit to be stimulated, how she then started to seek stimulation of her clitoris. She felt like a whore, a slut, like garbage, like a dumpster.
On her way home she recalled how two vagrants took advantage of her, how they exposed her, how they rubbed their nasty cocks all over her face and tits. How they ejaculated on her face, and down her back.
She recalled how the cum trailed down her ass cheeks and in-between, and how their cum rested on her lips and how she accidentally tasted it. She recalled how she had yet to atone for those sins. She would have to tell Jack.
"Sir, I have to confess. I've sinned against you as well as myself."
