This is a work of fiction and any similarities to anyone are coincidence.
I've decided to let Rebecca tell her story without Jenna, as per request.
Enjoy it and remember, it's free.
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Mrs. Rebecca Blaine...two years and ten months earlier...
Once Bill Shockley finished inside me, Mistress Jane used scissors from his desk to cut my wrists and ankles free. I sat up naked on his desk and stretched a bit as he gave Mistress Jane a small roll of cash. She noticed me watching and with a grin said, "Congratulations on your first client precious, your first of many."
It was all I could do to keep my composure. As she saved the video to a disc and closed her laptop. I knew now she had me right where she wanted me. Under her cruel thumb. She had everything she needed to ruin my engagement to my dearest Finley Anders. Looking away I quietly slid my skirt back on, grimacing as I felt the moisture from Bill Shockley's perspiration. Silently cursing him for using my skirt to wipe his sweat. Silently cursing my own self for not having the spine required to stand up to Mistress Jane.
As I zipped the skirt up I felt Bill's thin ejaculate run down my thigh. I groaned and closed my eyes in near disgust. Paying no attention to what Mistress Jane was doing, I slid my blouse back on and began buttoning it up. My naked tits under were a bit sore from the whole experience and I assumed Bill had been rough with them while I was having my pussy slapped painfully with the ruler.
Too late I became aware of Mistress Jane standing in front of me. Holding the scissors. Grinning as she began snipping buttons off my blouse. The top one. The second one. The third one. "Please Mistress, please no more," I quietly pleaded. Her sneer purely malovelent as she cut the fourth one off. "Fine precious, I'll go easy on you," she said. Grinning as she gave Bill Shockley the buttons.
Looking down I could see almost all the way to my tummy. Well, who am I kidding. I could see through my large breasted cleavage down to my navel. Blouse barely holding my braless breasts in place. And then I cursed my nipples for poking out so stiffly. As I bent down at the waist to slip my heels on my left tit actually fell out. I didn't know how I was going to get back to my office and retrieve my bra and panties when Mistress Jane saved me.
"I think you should take the rest of the day off and come on a ride with me precious, don't you?" Mistress asked. I knew better then to argue and meekly said, "Okay." Which promptly earned me a slap across my beautiful blonde head.
"Is that how you properly address me slut?" Mistress asked glaringly. Pouting a little as I rubbed my stinging face, I replied, "No Mistress, I'm sorry."
"Good girl," she said as she collected her things. "Don't worry precious, you won't need your purse or phone or anything, and Bill? Be a pet and call her office. Let them know she's out for the day on business," she said with a giggle. "Of course Jane," Bill Shockley said, sneering as he picked up the phone.
"Let's go," she ordered me. And with that we headed out of Bill Shockley's office. Where we were headed I couldn't guess but I assumed I would be having sex again soon.
"Mistress, do you mind if I freshen up a bit before we go?" I asked her. "Of course not," she replied with a smile. As we passed the reception I headed towards the restroom. Bill's thin cum seeping from my pussy.
"Where are you going precious?" Mistress asked. "If you want to freshen up, you'll do it here. In front of the door," she giggled, holding out a single tissue. I looked at her, then looked around. The lobby being somewhat empty for the moment, I grabbed the tissue and wiped quickly. My hand up my skirt. Wiping Bill's cum off my pussy and thighs as Mistress Jane watched me with a smirk. "All better now precious?" she asked. Nodding yes, I simply pouted quietly and tossed the wet tissue into the nearest wastebasket.
As we walked out of my office building onto the sidewalk I noticed her leading me to a waiting limo. A nice one. Black and elegant. The driver holding the door open for us. "Get in precious," Mistress said, her hand on the small of my back guiding me. Almost firmly.
I sat in and carefully slid over, quite well aware I wasn't wearing panties. Mistress got in and sat across from me. The driver closed the door and once again, away we went.
Sitting in the limo, in my skirt and blouse, I thought how the day had turned for me. Slipping my heels off to rub my feet I thought about how Bill Shockley had been treated to my pussy by Miss Jane. How I was now in a limo with her going to some unknown destination and knowing if I said anything I would suffer for it. Thinking about my dear fiancee Finley. And thinking about my bra and panties in my desk drawer back in my office. That's when the limo pulled to a stop.
I felt the limo stop and glanced at Mistress before looking out the tinted black window. Mistress Jane just grinned and asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy precious?" I looked at her again and shook my head no.
Many girls in college will experiment. For some it's making out. Maybe kissing in a club to get attention. Sometimes on a dare. A few find they're actually bisexual and some may find they are lesbos. I don't mean the obviously lesbian type or the bull dykes. I'm talking about girls like me that go to college innocent and come out with some new experiences. I never did try it. I was always about the boys. Always.
