One More Whore Wife

Chapter 5

Lewis: I went to work on Monday as if nothing had happened over the weekend. Nobody who saw Deanna and me at the bar on Friday night suspected a thing, or if they did they were keeping quiet about it. I answered the calls that came to me with a new sense of freedom -- the day was coming when I wouldn't have to answer the phone and listen to white-people problems for a living. I was happy that the end was in sight but impatient to get on with the next part of Deanna's training.

Rodney told me to bring Deanna along slowly and after a few weeks he would set her up with one of his regular clients, a guy who loved being the john to pop a whore wife's cherry. Rodney said he had learned from hard experience that no matter how much he prepped a would-be whore for her first client, there were bound to be issues. So he had two clients who were happy to be the first and understanding about what they were doing and any rough spots that cropped up. I tried to assure Rodney that Deanna wouldn't require two or three weeks of training, but he was adamant -- no client of his was getting near Deanna without proper preparation.

Part of the preparation was getting Deanna to fully understand that she was completely submissive and subservient to me, and then to any client who paid her fee. Women are used to running the show when it comes to sex -- "I don't like that" and "not now, I'm not in the mood" and "we can't do that here." The office setting was a perfect setting for the first stage of Deanna's training -- if I said here and now, I meant HERE and NOW.

I let Deanna think about her new situation all morning without so much as going near her office, and she didn't come anywhere near my cubicle. We have low walls separating the cubicles at the office so it's fairly easy to see who's out and about, and I didn't see any sign of Deanna all morning. I can only imagine what she was thinking.

Deanna: Monday morning was excruciating. My pussy was raw; my welted ass reminded me of my situation every time I sat down or moved at all. But most of all I knew I would have to face Lewis eventually and all that that entailed. I was sleep deprived and then required to sit through a Monday-morning staff meeting that seemed even more meaningless than usual. Luckily, I didn't need to participate much in the meeting because my thoughts kept drifting back to Lewis and Rodney.

I could not believe how much my relationship with Lewis had changed in just a few days. He went from being a harmless and almost comical subordinate to this beast who took control of my life and my body with hardly any effort at all. The transformation in him made me think hard about myself -- what kind of woman was I that would let this happen? I never saw myself as submissive and never would have believed that a man, any man, could get away with the comments and actions that I allowed Lewis to get away with over the weekend. Then it hit me -- I didn't allow Lewis to get away with anything -- he took the power I thought I had and snatched it from my weak grip. A stronger woman would have walked out on him at some point early on, but I just kept on allowing him to take control of me, my body and my life.

Rodney was another story altogether. Rodney scared me. His demeanor was much more menacing than Lewis -- which made perfect sense since he was Lewis's mentor and apparently had been doing this for years. The power that Rodney exuded was palpable. I never met anyone who intimidated me as much as Rodney and that was before he started talking!

After the staff meeting, I went back to my office, closed the door and gingerly sat down at my desk and stared at my computer. I had no ability to focus on my job. All I could do was wonder how long before Lewis came to my office and reminded me in person about the changes I was about to endure. I didn't have to wait long.

Lewis: When the rest of our team went to lunch, I walked down to Deanna's office and tried the door handle. I wasn't surprised to find it locked. I knocked hard on the door and heard a tiny little voice say, "Just a minute." Seconds later the door opened.

"Come in," Deanna said quietly, her eyes downcast.

"Why thank you!" I responded with a bright smile. "I see you have the shade down." The managers' offices have a floor-to-ceiling two-foot wide pane of glass next to the door with Venetian blinds that can provide privacy. I closed the door and locked it.

"Why did you lock the door?" she asked in that same small voice.

"Come on, you know why," I said as I started to unbuckle my belt. "I'm glad to see you wore a dress today." I walked around her desk and grabbed her hair and forced her to lean over just as my cock came out of my pants. Without further instruction, she took my already hard cock into her mouth and sucked the head tentatively. I let her play with it for a few seconds then jammed it hard into the back of her throat. She gagged and staggered back but I still had a firm grip on her hair and used it to steady her. I let her regain her balance as she steadied herself against the desk. I then proceeded to throat-fuck her with a vengeance. I'd always fantasized about gagging my gorgeous, sexy boss in her office and now my dream had come true.

As I throat-fucked her, Deanna kneeled down behind her desk and freed up her hands. She pushed against my thighs to counter the force I was using to slam my cock over and over into her throat and when I held her head hard against my crotch, she tried to fight me off a little too aggressively. I grabbed one of her wrists with my free hand and twisted her arm behind her back, not to cause a lot of pain but just to counter her resistance to my control. She squealed a bit as she realized the predicament I put her in, but then she allowed the throat-fucking to proceed without any further objections.

During the course of abusing her mouth and throat, I mashed my pubic hair into her nose and jammed my swollen cock deep into her, cutting off her air. She gamely tried to hold her breath and relax her gag reflex, but my goal was to make her vomit. Lucky for both of us, she hadn't eaten all day and when she finally emptied the contents of her stomach in the trash can under her desk, it was mostly bile and saliva. After a few gasps, I grabbed her hair and went right back to throat-fucking her.

When I first entered Deanna's office my intention was to bend her over her desk and dump a full load in her cunt, but the thrill I was getting from banging away at those luscious lips and watching her squirm with the difficulty of breathing around my throbbing cock was too much to ask of my self-control. As my orgasm gained momentum, I gripped the back of her head with both hands and forced my cock to the back of her throat, finally emptying my balls directly into her stomach. After several spasms of semen ejected deep into her, I released the pressure on her head but retained a firm grip on her hair. I spread the last drops of semen over her face with the tip of my cock, giving her a nice slimy sheen of cum on her cheeks and chin. She whimpered quietly, still mindful of the office full of colleagues and subordinates just beyond the thin walls of her office.

"Good job, Deanna," I said as I buckled up. "I really meant to fuck you on your desk, but that will just have to wait until later when everyone gets back from lunch." She was still kneeling on the floor when I opened the door to her office and walked out.

Deanna: I left the door open after Lewis left my office. I got off my knees and sat in my chair and stared at the door, knowing I should close it, knowing that if anyone saw me, my hair a mess, my face coated in cum, well, I don't know what they would think. That's not true. If anyone saw Lewis leave my office and then took one look at me sitting at my desk, looking like the slut that I was, they would know exactly what had happened. And I didn't seem to care.

I really don't know what had come over me. A few days ago, I was a successful young manager with a promising career and real, if somewhat trivial, responsibilities and expectations at a good company in a growing industry. I thought my life was if not all set, at least on a good track with lots of potential for personal and opportunities ahead of me. I came from a good and loving family, I had a committed partner and husband in Ted, who obviously adored me and would do anything for my happiness. The prospect of a good career, a family, a vacation home, travel -- I had it all. Why was I willing to throw all that away? Why did I let Lewis take control of me and my life?

It's a question I would wrestle with for a very long time.

Lewis: Toward the end of the workday, I got up from my desk and stretched and smiled. The day was almost over and most of my co-workers were starting to wind down and get ready to pack up for the evening rush hour.

"Hey Lewis, what's up?" said one of my cube-mates called over the wall. "You look like the cat that ate the canary."

"Nothing's up, just a really good day's all," I said. "I just got to go see Deanna before she leaves."

"Good luck with that, she's been in her office with the door closed all day."

"No worries, she'll see me," I said with a little swagger as I started down the aisle toward the managers' offices.

There were small groups of reps standing around chatting as I walked up to Deanna's office and rapped hard on the door. I didn't wait for her to answer but barged right in.

The alarm in Deanna's expression was palpable, genuine and more than a little funny to me. I just smiled and closed and locked the door.

"Lewis, please, everyone will hear."

"Don't you understand?" I said. "That's exactly what I want. This is the beginning of the end of this job, and this life, for both of us. What better way to go out than this?"

She stood up and stared at me, the realization of what I was about to put in motion just settling in for her. I could almost see the thoughts running through her mind as she fought with herself and then accepted the inevitable. A look of calm came over her as she lifted her dress and bent over her desk and propped herself on her elbows. I unbuckled my belt and walked around the desk behind her. I jammed my finger in her cunt to see if she was wet -- not that I cared, I just wanted to see. She was dripping.

I fucked my boss on her desk. Always wanted to say that and have it be true. Now it is.