Linda And Cyrus Pt 01

Linda was finishing loading the dishwasher when her cel rang. She answered it, "Hello?"

"It's Cyrus."

"Oh, um, hi."

"What are you doing?"

"Well, we just finished dinner, and we were going to settle down for a quiet evening of television."

"Fuck that. You need to come in to the office. I've got a special job for you here."

Linda's heart began to race. "Um...."

"Listen. Here's what you tell your husband. We've found an accounting irregularity. There's a lot of money missing. We need to sort this out tonight. Somebody might get fired, maybe even arrested. Got it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what, bitch?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, now get your ass in here. Call me when you're in the parking lot."

Linda peeked to make sure her husband wasn't watching her, and slid the phone into her pocket. Then she slipped her hand inside the waistband of her jeans, and touched the crotch of her panties. They were already damp.

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Linda had been having an affair with her boss Cyrus for four months. He wasn't the first man she'd cheated with, but he was the first black man. He was everything her husband wasn't. He took control of her body in a way she didn't think was possible, and gave her everything she needed.

It had started when she stayed late one night to tidy up. As office manager, it was Linda's job to keep the office in order, but there were just too many things to do in a day. So that night, she found herself alone, after hours, straightening up the records room. And in came Cyrus.

He seemed angry to see her. He told her there'd been thefts in the building, and that nobody was supposed to be in the office after hours. He was furious that his private office's door was open, and said he was ready to fire her on the spot. Instead, he made Linda blow him.

Was it true about the thefts, or a scheme of seduction? Linda didn't care. She loved Cyrus's cock, and loved what he did to her. She impressed him so much with that first blowjob, he made it a regular part of her job to stay late.

She went in to tell her husband. "Honey, there's trouble at work. Something wrong in accounting, and there's a lot of money missing. Cyrus said somebody might get arrested. I have to go in and help sort it out."

He looked up from his magazine, a concerned look on his face. "Oh gosh, are you gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, I haven't done anything wrong. But somebody's probably going to get fired, or worse. I might even have to talk to the cops. It's looking like a late night, so don't wait up, ok?"

"Ok, well, if you're not gonna watch TV with me, I'll just get on the computer and watch the asian markets." Watching the asian markets was her husband's favorite late-night pastime. It supposedly gave him an advantage when the american markets opened in the morning, and that kept them wealthy, but it meant a lot of boring evenings sleeping alone. When Linda first started cheating, she was so worried her husband would notice the change in her, but it seemed like he only had eyes for the asian markets.

She didn't blame him. Linda was an extremely sexual person, and her husband wasn't. She stayed with him because she still loved him, and he kept her comfortable, but if sex wasn't a factor in his life, she simply went elsewhere to make it a part of hers.

Linda quickly checked herself in the mirror. She'd already taken off her makeup for the evening, but she double-checked to make sure she didn't have any mascara. Cyrus didn't like her in makeup. Her blowjobs tended to get really messy, and having her face smeared with streaks of black and red didn't look good on her.

She hopped in the car and took off. It was a twenty minute drive to the office. The roads were pretty clear, and she struggled to stay at normal speeds. Her excitement for what was waiting for her was taking hold.

She wondered what it could be. They'd talked a few weeks ago about what sort of unusual stuff she was into. They were sprawled out on Cyrus's office floor, freshly fucked and sweaty from exertion.

"What kind of freaky stuff are you into, Linda?"

"I don't know. Cheating is pretty exciting by itself, I haven't thought about other things."

"You like eating cum."

"Yeah, but that's the best way to get rid of it without a mess."

"You do like it though, right?"

"Yes I do." To prove it, she licked up a bit of leftover jizz from the tip of his dick.

"Anal?"

"No. No butt stuff at all. Just... no. I couldn't feel comfortable with that."

"You wouldn't want to get your ass licked, just to see what it feels like?"

Linda looked up at him from where she was snuggling his dick. "I appreciate the thought, but if you lick my ass, I will never kiss you again." She gave his dick a hard squeeze for emphasis.

Cyrus laughed and said, "Ok, no anal. What about.... having sex with a woman?"

Linda frowned. I don't... I don't know. Maybe. I'm not really attracted to women. But... when you get me down, really controlling me, maybe. I'd at least be willing to watch you fuck another girl, and see what it does to me."

Being 'down', or 'low', was how Linda referred to the totally submissive state she liked to get into for Cyrus. She loved being controlled by him.

He nodded. "Other men?"

Linda thought about that. "Yeah, I think so. I'd be open to it. You'd have to arrange it. I wouldn't want to have to meet them, or know them socially. But you'd have to trust them. If you trust them, I'll trust them. And I'd have to be really low, like completely under your control."

"What about sex in public, something risky?"

"Um, I don't think so. The fear of getting caught would override the thrill."

"Being taped or photographed?"

"Um, I don't know. I think I'd get too nervous if I knew I was on camera." Linda thought about it a bit. "You could set up a hidden camera in here, and show me the tape after. That'd be hot."

"Cool. Okay, let's talk about things you like done to you. You mostly eat my cum, and baby, I love that. But where else do you like taking cum?"

"You can cum in my pussy, it's okay. I've been sterile for years."

"You like it on your face?"

"You know I do. I always have to clean my face up anyway after we're done."

"In your hair?"

"Um, yeah, if that's what you're into. It'd be messy though. I'd probably have to shower before I go home. Can't risk him catching me like that."

"On your tits?"

"Sure, same thing though."

"Ok. Deepthroat, we mostly got deepthroat mastered."

Linda grinned. "Yeah we do." Linda loved to deepthroat.

"You like being verbally degraded?"

Linda ducked down and pushed her face into his balls. "Baby, when you call me a bitch, I get wet instantly. Other stuff is good, but 'bitch' is the magic word."

Cyrus smiled. "Where do you like to get smacked?"

"On my ass and my face. Especially my face when you got me down. Not my tits, it hurts. A little pinching is fine, but not smacking or biting."

"Where do you like to get bit?"

"I like when you bite my ass cheeks. Maybe on my shoulder a bit, when you're fucking me hard. Oh, and little nibbles on my inner thighs, when you're eating me out."

"Mmm, I'll remember that. How about.... fucking other parts of your body, like your feet, or you armpit?"

Linda looked up at him. "Do you wanna do that?"

"No, I'm just asking."

"Well, if you were into it, I'd go along with it. But I wouldn't get much out of it. I like having my tits fucked a little though."

"I've never done that. Maybe next time."

"Yeah, if you want. I mean, my mouth and my pussy both feel better, but I'm up for it, if it's what you want."

"Hair pulling."

"Yes, please. As often as you want, as hard as you want."

"Fisting?"

"Uh, no. Doesn't interest me."

"Bondage?"

"Hmmm, maybe, if it's real light. Like, a blindfold, I could handle, and maaaaaybe handcuffs. But you don't really need them." Linda gave his cock a quick lick. "You don't need restraints to control me."

"You like pain?"

"Hmmm, not pain for pain's sake. I like being slapped as a means of degradation, but if it's just to hurt me, I don't get off on it."

"What about getting pissed on?"

"Ewwww!"

"Ok, never mind. Just checking."

"That's just, eww, that's gross."

"Got it. Hmmm, what else?"

"You could.... you could spit on me, if you wanted. When I'm real low."

Cyrus frowned. Hmm, I don't know about that."

She smiled. "Baby, your cock has spit all over my face lots of times. You can do it with your mouth if you want."

"Yeah, but I just... it's weird."

"My face is usually covered in saliva already, from sucking you. You'd just be contributing."

"True."

"Here, it's fine. Do it right now." She slid up next to him, laying on her back. "Spit in my mouth."

Cyrus rolled over and got above her. "Ok, here we go." He worked up some saliva and let it drop into her open mouth. Linda swallowed it and smiled.

"See? Easy. Do that when I'm low, or spit hard, on my face, and oh fuck, I might cum just from that."

"Really?"

"Really."

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Linda pulled into the parking lot. It was completely empty. She wondered where Cyrus's car was, but she knew he always paid close attention to detail. If his car wasn't here, he didn't want her to see it. Maybe he would direct her somewhere else.

Her hands almost shaking with excitement, she parked, pulled out her phone, and dialed his office extension.

Cyrus picked up on the first ring. "Linda." She could tell he was on speakerphone.

"I'm here."

"I'm here, what?"

"I'm here, sir."

"What are you wearing?"

"Jeans and a sweatshirt, sir."

"Panties and bra?"

"Yes, sir."

"How's your hair done?"

Linda checked to be sure. "Just a quick ponytail."

She heard Cyrus sigh over the line. "Bitch, I am going to smack you upside the face for each time you fail to address me properly."

Linda felt her heartbeat pickup as she got lower. "Sorry sir."

"Stockings?"

"No, sir."

"What kind of shoes?"

"Loafers sir."

"That's no good. I wanted you in heels."

"I think, um," Linda leaned back and reached under the passenger seat. "Yes sir, I've got some heels here in the car. Sir."

"Put them on, and come in here. Lock the outside door behind you. Stay on the line."

"Yes, sir."

Cyrus's end went silent. He probably had her on mute. Breathing heavily, Linda kicked off her loafers and slipped on the white 'fuck me' stilettos she'd worn to a dinner last month and left in the car. They were perfect.

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As she opened, entered, and locked the exterior building door, Linda listened for music coming down the short hallway to the office. Cyrus may have put her on mute to delay that surprise a little bit. Music playing usually meant he wanted a striptease, lapdance, and blowjob. And then maybe to fuck her. That was how they'd first gone from just oral to fucking, about three months back.

Until that night, he'd occasionally tell her to stay after work, then put on some music in his private office. He'd taught her to come in slowly and to strip down to just her panties. He had her grind on his crotch for a few songs, then he'd put her on her knees in front of him, whip out his cock, and let her work her magic on it.

But that day, three months ago, Cyrus found her alone in the breakroom during the work day. He closed the door and said, "Linda," in that strong, forceful way she knew meant business.

Linda had been standing at the vending machine. She didn't recognize the tone at first. "Yeah?"

Cyrus locked his gaze on her. "Take off your panties."

Excitement flooded into her, and she said, "Yes, sir." Stretching out the waistline of her skirt a bit, she shrugged them off her hips, then bent down, reached up inside her skirt from the bottom, and pulled them down. They felt to her ankles, and she stepped out and picked them up.

Cyrus held out his hand. She gave them to him, and he put them in his pocket. He stared at her for a few seconds, letting the tension build, then said, "You're working late tonight, bitch. Make arrangements," and left the room.

After everyone had left that evening, Linda locked the outside door, and came back in to the sound of music playing. She entered Cyrus's private office to find him with his cock already out. She entered into the same routine as usual, dancing sensually and stripping. Except this time, with no panties, she ended up fully naked when she began to grind on him.

His cock was already rock hard, and as she pressed her hips into him, she felt it press up on her pussy lips. Cyrus let her make a few passes, then took hold of her hips. He lifted her up, and brought her down on his cock.

After that night, sex was pretty constant. She would still suck his cock, sometimes before sex, sometimes after.

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But tonight, there was no music playing. Cyrus clearly had something else in mind.

"I'm at the office door, sir."

He picked up the phone, taking it off speaker. "Come inside. Lock it."

"Yes, sir." She did. He was only twenty feet away now, in a completely silent office. He could surely hear the lock clicking.

"Now strip. Take off everything, including your glasses. Keep the heels, and keep your hair done up."

"Yes, sir."

Linda stepped out of the heels, dropped her pants, and kicked them off. Then she stepped back into the shoes. She folded up the jeans, and put them on the first chair in the waiting room. Then she pulled off her sweatshirt, folded it, and laid it on the pants.

In her underwear now, Linda checked her hair to make sure the band maintaining her ponytail was still in place. Then she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free in the air.

Cyrus loved her breasts. They were large, with small areolas and long nipples. He'd fucked her between her tits a couple times since their talk, and while it was nice, it usually required a generous application of lube, which made his cock unpleasant to taste. Neither of them enjoyed it as much as the other options. What they both really loved, was when he took hold of them firmly, while fucking her from behind.

Linda shrugged her panties off her hips, let them fall, and stepped out of them. She put both pieces of underwear on her clothes, and then, for the final touch, took off her glasses and put them on the chair too. The room got vaguely blurry.

Linda didn't need her glasses to see things up close, which was usually the distance at which sex took place. And keeping them on was not conducive to sudden slaps to her face. But sometimes, Cyrus liked to have her wear them, for the 'sexy librarian' look. But not tonight, apparently.

Having completed her instructions, Linda picked up the phone and said, "Ready, sir."

"Leave the phone there, get on your knees, and crawl into my office. Keep your eyes on the floor in front of you"

"Yes, sir." The line disconnected.

Linda dropped to her hands and knees, the low feeling completely overwhelming her. This was something they'd never done before. Her desire to take orders and please Cyrus was stronger than it had ever been.

As she crawled across the carpet, she heard the door to Cyrus's private office open, but she kept her gaze on the spot of carpet between her hands. She entered the room and crawled forward a bit more, until she heard Cyrus's voice, saying, "Stop there. Keep your eyes on me, and sit up." She did.

Cyrus had pushed his oak desk to the corner, and had put his chair on the back wall. He'd done this before, when he planned to fuck her vigorously on the office floor. He was sitting in the chair, naked.

"Remember, eyes on me. Now, put your hands out to your sides, palms up." Linda obeyed.

Cyrus made a small downward wave with his finger, and she felt an object of some sort fall into each hand.

"Now remember, eyes front. Close your hands." Linda obeyed.

She was holding, in each hand, a cock. The feeling was unmistakable.

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A shock ran through Linda's entire body. She flinched, and was close to looking behind her, but Cyrus growled, "Eyes on me, bitch," and she snapped back to center.

Linda couldn't believe what was happening. There were two other men in the room with them! The first shock was still going through her, but already, her mind was reeling with possibilities. She got herself under control by focusing on Cyrus, and paying attention to his instructions. She kept her eyes on him.

He was giving her the time to pull herself together, and was clearly also judging her reaction. Her eyes had gone wide, and her breathing had quickened. Her mouth was hanging open.

"Back on all fours, eyes down." Linda obeyed.

Cyrus tossed something on the floor between her hands. "Put that on."

Linda picked it up with one hand. It was a black silk blindfold. She struggled a little to get it on with one hand, and finally gave up and used both hands. Her abs strained to keep her in that position for the few seconds it took her to get the blindfold on right. Then she went back to all fours.

"Now come here." Linda crawled forward slowly, having difficulty judging distances. But she trusted Cyrus, and kept moving, until she felt his hands on the sides of her head. He adjusted the blindfold a bit, gave her hair a light tug, and then pulled her forward more.

She came to rest with her chin on the edge of his chair. He shifted forward a tiny bit more, and set his cock upon her forehead. His balls were at her lips, and she felt the need to lick them, but she let Cyrus decide that.

"So here's what's going to happen. My two friends and I are going to fuck the shit out of you." Linda's entire body shuddered. Cyrus continued. "You are not going to see their faces. We'll let you take off the blindfold at some point, but if I tell you to close your eyes, or keep your eyes forward, you do it. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"In the next few months, I'm going to have a few friends visiting the office. I'll introduce you to all of them. Two of them will be the men who are about to fuck you. For each black man you'll meet, you'll have to look him in the eyes, and wonder, 'Is this one of them, who fucked me so hard that night?'" He petted her head. "What do you think about that?"

Linda could barely manage a coherent response. The implications of what Cyrus was saying were setting in, but she was so low, she could barely think clearly. She only managed to say, "Whatever you want, sir."

He lifted her up by her hair, and slapped her twice. The surprise and the pain forced her to pull herself together. "I asked you what you thought."

She might have been crying under the blindfold. She said, "Thank you. It's wonderful. Thank you sir, for doing this. For....arranging this."

"Good. Open." Linda opened her mouth, and Cyrus spit into it. She swallowed it, and then he pushed her down onto his cock.

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The next couple hours passed in a blur for Linda. A sweaty, cock-filled blur, sometimes dark, sometimes not. Mostly they just used her, pulling her body to the position they wanted, and pushing their cocks into her pussy and mouth. Occasionally, they'd give her the freedom to suck cock the way she liked, with lots of saliva, lots of deepthroating, and plenty of attention given to the balls. But mostly, she just went limp and let them do the work.

As the night went on, she learned to notice subtle differences in the two other men. Their cocks, she couldn't tell apart, so she mostly had no idea who was fucking her when, but in some positions, she could feel their bodies, and was able to differentiate them. She gave them names in her head.