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Sam
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My plan had gone better than I'd hoped. I couldn't quite believe it. I'd had the gorgeous Renee, on her knees, bent over, my cock shoved into her mouth and pussy. Getting to watch her come like the smoldering volcano I knew she was, even as she tried to hold it back was a bonus. Days later I was still excited and replayed every moment over and over in my mind. Yes, I'd been devious and blackmailed Renee into submitting, but I didn't regret it a bit. In fact, I was just getting started.
Sunday was Carol's birthday. We'd planned it for weeks and had about twenty friends over. Renee had agreed to help Carol with the food, and despite what gone on between us she was true to her word and arrived early. When I answered the door I was struck once again by how beautiful she was. Dressed in a white skirt and a red shirt stretched tightly across her chest, she had strappy high-heeled sandals adorned with sparkly fake jewels on her feet. Her toenails, fingernails and lipstick were all bright red. In her hands was a large serving tray of pasta salad. I smiled and kissed her on the cheek and gave her arm a gentle squeeze. She acted cool and reserved, as usual. I noticed the bracelet was on her wrist.
As the girls busied themselves with setting out the food, I iced beers and wine and eavesdropped on their conversation. Carol asked Renee how she was doing. Renee sighed and said she was looking for a job, but couldn't find anything, even at fifteen dollars an hour.
"I could put you to work part-time at my office," I said. "And I'll give you thirty dollars an hour."
Carol smiled back at me. "See, Renee, problem solved."
"What would I be doing?" Renee asked.
"Just some filing, organizational stuff. You can start tomorrow."
"What do you say?" Carol asked her.
"Well, I..."
"It's settled then," Carol beamed.
During the party, I couldn't keep my eyes off Renee. And neither could most of the other men. I saw the husbands stealing looks at her and watched as the wives steered them away from her. One younger, single guy was there. He's a trainer at Carol's gym, and he looked the part. I saw him corner Renee several times, standing next to her and very obviously looking down her blouse. She had undone another button on her shirt and although still very respectable, it was more cleavage than she usually showed. At one point I saw him take out his phone and type in something Renee was saying. Goddamn if he wasn't picking her up.
Rob, Carol's boss, was there too with his wife, a petite little thing who looked like a cheerleader, even after three kids. When they arrived at the door, Carol greeted them. I saw Renee give Carol a secret look—and Carol nodded to her. I knew in an instant that Renee knew what was going on between them. Now I did feel angry.
After a couple of hours, once everyone had a few drinks and the atmosphere was buzzing, I sidled up to Rob and his wife, Diana. We made dull small talk about their kids. They were thinking of moving to a larger house, although they loved where they were and the school district was good. I told them they should expand their house and put in a pool. Rob said he was too busy to plan a renovation. I told them I'd be happy to give them a family discount if they hired my company. Diana liked the idea. She suddenly put her hand up to her chest.
"Oops. I'm leaking. Excuse me," and she ran off to the powder room down the hall. Rob looked at me and explained their youngest was eight months old and Diana was still breastfeeding. I nodded.
"So you like being on the road for work?" I said, once we were alone.
"It's a necessary evil," said Rob.
"But at least there are perks. Like fucking my wife."
"What? Look, Dan you've got it wrong"
"If you bullshit me one more time, Rob, you'll be very sorry you did."
Rob looked down, and sighed. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"No, keep fucking her. Fuck the living shit out of her. Just don't let her know that I know."
"Now wait, I don't think..."
"If you stop sleeping with Carol I'll tell Diana and let the company know you've been sexually involved with a subordinate. You'll lose your job and your wife. So why not just go with the flow? Oh, and another thing. You will hire me to do those renovations, and no, there won't be a discount. You've taken from me, Rob, and you're going pay for that. But hey, look at the bright side. You'll still get your rocks off."
I clapped a hand on his shoulder and walked away. Rob went pale and had a strained smile when Diana returned. A few minutes later they were out the door. I was very pleased with myself.
When the party was over and everyone left, Renee offered to help clean up. Carol insisted she go home. But about an hour later, Carol picked up the phone and dialed Renee.
"There's so much food here I can't fit it all in my fridge. I'm sending Dan over with half of it."
When Renee tried to protest, Carol wouldn't take no for an answer.
"You don't mind going over there, do you?" she asked me after hanging up.
"Nah. It's fine," I replied casually. I was dying for an excuse to be alone with Renee.
"Thanks. I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed. Be quiet when you come in."
When I arrived at Renee's door fifteen minutes later, she had on her nightgown and bathrobe. The belted robe looked like something from a classic Hollywood movie—a pale shade of violet, thin, shiny and edged with lace. When she walked, her huge boobs jiggled and jumped with a bounce. I carried the food into her kitchen from my car.
"Nice party, huh?"
"Yes"
"You looked spectacular. You always do."
"Thank you."
"I get hard just looking at you."
"That's not a compliment. It's just crude," she sniffed.
"You're such a prissy little princess. That just makes you even hotter."
"Gee, thanks. Listen, about the job—I need to know if you're serious."
"Absolutely. I'll even pay you in cash at the end of every day."
"This can't go on with you and me, Dan. That's over. I really appreciate everything you've done and continue to do, but I can't keep lying to Carol."
"Hmm. But you've got no problem lying to me. You knew she was fucking her boss, but you made it seem like I was being disloyal."
"I ..." she started to reply, then stopped.
"And today, you came to my house and gave your phone number to some gym rat who hit on you right in front of me. That's pretty bratty behavior."
"He wanted to take me to lunch. You don't own me, Dan."
"I made an investment in you and I expect a return."
"You're not going to do what you did to me again."
"Why? We both know you liked it."
Renee turned away from me toward the sink. I came up behind her and pinned her body against it and pulled open her belted robe. She told me to stop and struggled as I tore off the robe and pulled the thin belt through its loops. Grabbing one wrist and holding it behind her I tied the belt around it. She fought me but I got the other arm behind her and tied her wrists together securely. I was a Boy Scout and very good with knots. I spun her around to face me. She was indignant.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I reached up and tugged the thin material of her nightgown down, reached in and pulled her giant tits over it. The straps held them high, putting them on beautiful display. I began kneading them and squeezing them roughly. She tried to free her hands but couldn't.
"Stop squeezing my chest so hard."
"I'm going to do more than squeeze. Brats get a spanking. You ever had those big tits spanked?"
With that, I smacked one tit with an upward swoop of my hand. Renee's eyes went wide. Her boob bounced upward then settled back with a tantalizing shake. I smacked the other one.
"Ow, that hurts."
I started a rhythm of slapping one and then the other, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Renee turned her head away from me and gritted her teeth. Her nipples went rock hard and her big pale areolas turned deep red. She drew in a sharp breath with each slap.
With each of the last four slaps came one word—"You. Bratty. Little. Girl."
I let Renee catch her breath and caressed her sore tits lightly with my fingertips. Renee huffed with indignation.
I grabbed her elbow and said, "Let's go inside," and led her toward the living room.
"Untie me now."
I shook my head no with a smile.
"I know what you're doing, Dan. You want to humiliate me and turn me into a whore."
"The humiliation is a turn-on for both of us. You'll never be a whore. You're a classy woman. But I'm going to make you act like a filthy little slut."
With her arms behind her and her tits exposed, Renee stumbled to the center of the room. I tore the nightgown from her body completely and tossed the shreds aside.
I pushed Renee to her knees and started to undo my fly.
"Now you're going to worship you daddy's cock."
"Worship?" she said with an incredulous huff.
"That's right." I pulled out my dick which was already hard and stepped up right next to her. Grabbing her by the hair, I tilted her head back and put my cock against her cheek, brushing it across her skin. Renee sighed loudly. I rubbed my cock all over her face—along her cheeks, up over her forehead, down her clenched jaw to her chin and back up to her lips that remained tightly closed. I smacked her face with my stiff rod. She grunted her displeasure. I moved the head in front of her lips.
