Bitch

Sunday.

Around 3:00pm, I got a text message from Sandy.

[I'm done. He fucked me]

]Well, that's not much information[

[What did you want to know?]

]Where were you?[

[I went to Bob's house]

]What were you wearing?[

[A long skirt and a blouse]

]Underwear?[

[Yes, and pantyhose. I went from dropping Billy off after church]

]What was he wearing?[

[He met me at the door in just a robe]

]And then?[

[We didn't talk much. He took me to his bedroom and told me to undress]

]And then?[

[He took off the robe]

I just waited for her to text something else.

[He got on the bed, and had me get on with him]

I waited again.

[He played with my tits]

I waited.

[He had me suck his dick for a bit]

]And then?[

[We fucked]

]Did he cum in you?[

[Yes]

]Did you cum?[

[No]

[He let me shower, dress and go home]

]OK, so now put that all in one text[

[I went to Bob's after church. I was wearing a long skirt and a blouse. Underwear and pantyhose. He was in just a robe. He invited me in, took me to the bedroom and told me to undress. He took his robe off, then got on the bed. He played with my tits, then had me suck his dick, then fucked me. He came in me, I didn't cum. He let me shower before I got dressed and left]

]That's better. I want you to text me like that every time you see Bob[

[OK. Look, I don't want to do anything at work. I can't afford to lose this job]

]We'll see. We'll have a regular night during the week - your pick[

I suddenly thought of something else.

]I also want you to do everything I tell you, when I tell you. Do that, and I'll leave you alone at work[

[OK. Wednesday, after yoga I can meet you]

I went back to watching TV. This was going to be fun.

After a few hours, when I figured she was home and comfortable, I texted her again.

]Picture. Naked[

I sat and waited. After about five minutes, I got a selfie from her. She was naked, and it looked like she was in the bathroom at home. There was a sink and a toilet, and the picture was taken in a mirror.

---

Monday.

I got up at the usual time, and headed in to the office. Sandy was there, her office door closed. I sat at my desk and headed on with my day.

I watched her go to the kitchen when she went for coffee. She was wearing one of the new skirts, the hem just above her knee. She had on stockings or pantyhose, and her new shoes. I decided to find out which. I waited until she'd sat down, then picked up my phone.

]Go to the bathroom[

I watched her look at the phone. She looked over at me, and shook her head.

]Go to the bathroom. Now[

She looked at her phone again, and her shoulders slumped. Looking a little defeated, she stood up and headed towards the bathrooms, carrying her phone.

[I'm here. What?]

]Picture[

She sent me a picture, standing in a stall.

]Take off skirt[

[Done]

]Done, sir[

[Done sir]

]Picture[

She sent me a picture. She was wearing her dull panties, and pantyhose.

]Take off blouse[

[Done sir]

Was she never going to learn?

]Picture, idiot[

I got a picture. Her bra was boring, too.

]Take all that shit off[

I waited.

A picture arrived. Her naked, in the stall in the office ladies bathroom.

]Good girl. Now get dressed. No pantyhose. Back to work[

[Can we not do this at work?]

]I told you I hate pantyhose[

[Fine]

I went back to work, and didn't look up when Sandy went back into her office. I did, however, notice that she was bare-legged.

I ignored her for the rest of the morning. I was gratified to see her take her bag and head off at lunch time. She came back wearing a sports bra and running shorts. She had running shoes, and having dropped her bag on her chair, left the building.

A couple of us went out to lunch, and when I got back, Sandy was at her desk. She was dressed again, and had a glow to her - I think the exercise had done her a bit of good.

I spent the rest of the day with my nose in the computer screen.

---

Tuesday

It was another dull day at the office. Sandy didn't wear pantyhose today - her legs were bare again. She went for her lunchtime run, and left her door open in the afternoon when she got back.

I looked up when I heard her desk phone ring. She listened for a few seconds, then I could just about hear her quietly say "but Bob," then she listened for a few seconds longer and put the phone down, quite hard. She got up and hurried out of her office, without looking at me.

I waited to see if she'd text me, but she didn't. Maybe they were working after all.

She stormed back, and slammed her door behind her. I waited about fifteen minutes before I went and knocked at it.

"What?" she yelled.

I went in.

"What do you want?"

I walked right over to her desk.

"You're in a good mood," I said.

"I was with Bob," she said, quietly, so I had to lean in. I could swear I could smell cum on her breath.

"Aha," I said, "so you're just about to text me, right?"

She looked at me.

"Oh fuck," she said. "Yes."

"I'll leave you to it then," I said, and headed out to my desk.

I tapped away on the computer, working, when my phone pinged.

[Bob summoned me. I went to his office, and he closed the door. He likes me without pantyhose, and had me kneel down, get his dick out and suck him off. Then he put his dick away and sent me back to work]

]Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?[

[No]

]No sir[

[No sir]

]You need to bring a toothbrush to work. Nobody likes to smell cum on a woman's breath[

[Yes sir]

I ignored her for the rest of the day.

---

Wednesday

I rolled in to the office after Sandy. She glared at me as I dropped my bag on my chair, and I made a show of looking at the clock. I wasn't quite late.

I sat down and started work. At about 10am, I texted her.

]You fucked up yesterday by not texting me when you were done sucking Bob off, and you're still not good at calling me sir[

I watched her pick up her phone, then look up at me briefly.

[I'm sorry sir]

]As punishment you are to go to the beauty store across the street and ask for a full wax. You can do that after your run[

[What will I tell Billy?]

]What will I tell Billy, sir, and I don't care[

She put her head in her hands, and after a minute or so, picked up her phone again. She closed the door while she was dialing.

At lunchtime, she went for her run, and when she got back, she headed out again.

"I'm going out for a while," she announced, "I'll have my phone if anybody needs me."

I waited a few minutes, then texted her.

]Have her stay after your session. I'm going to want a few pictures[

I didn't get a reply, but about forty minutes later I got a message.

[Done]

]Done, sir[

[Done sir]

]Picture, taken by her[

I got a picture of Sandy, standing there bottomless, with her now bald pussy. She still had her blouse on, and she held it up. It looked a little ridiculous.

]From behind[

I got a picture of her standing there. From behind.

]Bent over, idiot[

[She's gone]

]Then go and tell her Sir wants another picture from behind[

I figured she'd put her skirt on, go and get the waxer, then have to take her skirt off again. I waited, then got a picture of her from behind, bent over. I immediately texted her back.

]Legs apart, cheeks spread[

Finally, I got the picture I wanted, from behind with her hands holding her cheeks apart. She was truly fully waxed.

]Good girl[

Shortly after that, I got another message from her.

[That was humiliating]

That was partly the point, I thought.

]That was humiliating, sir[

I didn't get a response to that. I wasn't really bothered. She clumped back into the office and shut the door behind her. I waited for everybody else to leave, then opened her door. I gave her a card with my address on it.

"I'm not coming over to your place," she said.

"OK," I said, "I'll come over to yours."

"Ahh..."

"So what time should I be there?"

"OK, I'll come over to your place after yoga."

She looked at the card, probably figuring out where I lived.

"I'll be there shortly after eight. I don't think I'll have a lot of time though."

"You'll leave when you're done," I said. "And wear something sexy."

---

Wednesday night

I went home from work and relaxed for a while. On a whim, I ordered a pizza to be delivered around eight thirty. I figured if everything lined up, I could have some fun with that.

Around ten past eight, there was a knock at the door. I went and opened it. It was, as expected, Sandy.

"So good of you to come," I said.

"Like I had a choice," she pretty much snarled at me.

"Come in."

She was wearing her yoga gear. It could have looked sexy, I guess, but she had on bikini panties, so you could see the line, and a large shapeless T-shirt over her sports bra.

She came in, and I shut the door behind her.

"So this is the 'something sexy' I told you to wear?"

She looked shocked. She'd forgotten.

I led her through to the living room.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

She looked around. She was probably expecting some rat-infested squat, and my place is actually quite nice. I live by myself, so it's easy to keep tidy.

"So," I said, "let's see what we can do about this unsexy look you have going on here."

I walked around her, like I was assessing her.

"I like the sneakers, really, they make you look sporty. The yoga pants are a bit longer than I'd like, so you should shorten the legs. Just below the knee would be fine, so I can see your calves. The visible panty line is a surefire boner killer, so you need to lose that."

She looked at me like I was something she'd stepped in.

"Either a thong, or no panties would suffice. Now, the top... lift it up a second?"

She had a tight sports bra on that crushed her tits against her ribs.

"I don't like that at all... I think you should lose the bra. And cut the T-shirt about here..."

I drew a line a few inches above her navel with my finger.

"And here..."

I drew a line around the neck, so it wouldn't be so tight.

"And here..."

I drew a line from her shoulder down to where the arm met the torso.

"That should do," I said.

She stood there and just stared at me.

I went and got some scissors from the kitchen.

I handed them to her, and she looked at me, confused.

"Did you want to use the bathroom mirror so you can see what you're doing, or do you want me to do it?" I asked her. "I'm probably not as good as you'd be, so I might cut off too much."

"I can't cut this up, I have to go home in it."

"Not my problem."

"But Billy'll notice!"

"But Billy'll notice, sir?"

"Sir."

"Probably best you do it then," I said. "I'd make a mess of it."

I pointed towards the bathroom.

She slumped her shoulders and walked over there. She shut the door, and I let her for the moment. One thing at a time.

After what seemed like ages, she came back out. She didn't look like she was happy, but her clothing looked a lot better. The pants were cut just below the knee, as I'd asked. Her panties and bra were in her hand, and her T-shirt left a lot less to the imagination.

"That's much better," I told her. "How about a twirl?"

She turned around, self consciously, and I clapped appreciatively.

"Now you understand that you should be dressing to impress me more often, I'm sure we won't have this problem again," I said. "Will we?"

She shook her head, just as there was a knock at the door.

"Go and see who that is," I told her.

"Like this?"

"Yes, like that. Is there anybody on this side of town you don't want to see?"

She dropped her underwear on the sofa and stomped off to the door, holding her shirt to her chest. I didn't think she was used to her tits wobbling around as she walked.

I heard her open the door.

"It's the pizza guy," she called out.

"Invite him in," I called back.

She led him into the room, trying to keep her tits covered up. He was a youngish looking kid. I noticed him notice her underwear on the sofa.

"Well, take it from him," I said.

She took the pizza box from the kid, and now couldn't keep herself hidden from him.

"How old are you, son?" I asked him.

He tore his eyes away from her and glanced at me.

"Nineteen sir."

He went back to looking at Sandy.

"What do I owe you?"

"$7," he said, not looking at me.

I went over to my wallet on the counter. My back was to them as I got some cash.

"Stop staring at me like that," she snapped at him.

I turned back to them.

"You can hardly blame him," I said, "he's trying to catch a glimpse of underboob or sideboob. Aren't you?"

He looked embarrassed as I handed him the cash. She looked pissed.

I reached out and took the pizza box from her and put it on the table. She went back to trying to cover her tits.

"That hardly seems fair," I said. "Why don't you show him?"

She looked at me.

"No fucking way," she snapped at me.

I stared at her. Hard.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Sir."

I continued staring at her. She looked down, then lifted the bottom of her shirt, so he could see the bottom of her tits, and held it there, carefully.

"Would you like her to take it off?" I asked the pizza guy.

He looked embarrassed.

"Take it off," I told her.

She glared at me, then took it off, standing there topless. She held her shirt in front of her, but below her tits so we could see them.

"Do you want to feel them?" I asked him.

"No!" she hissed.

He shook his head.

"That's fine," I said, "let me walk you out."

I walked him to the door. When I turned to open the door, he had a wide grin on his face.

"Man," he gushed, "I don't know what game you're playing, but that was fucking awesome."

I patted him on the shoulder.

"Just imagine what the rest of my evening's going to be like," I told him, with a smile.

I walked back to the living room, to see Sandy standing by the wall with her top back on.

I went and sat down and opened the pizza box.

"Want a piece?" I asked her. "It's a Hawaiian."

She shook her head.

"Don't believe you should put pineapple on pizza?"

She sort of smirked a little.

I picked up a slice.

"I don't remember telling you to put your top back on."

She looked down, and took it off.

"That's better," I said

She dropped it on the sofa with her underwear.

I took a bite out of the pizza, chewed and swallowed.

"Play with your tits for me," I said.

She started blushing, but started stroking her tits.

"Pull on your nipples."

She rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, pulling them out. I could see them stiffening. I thought it looked sexy with the blush working its way down her front.

I took another bite.

"This is pretty good," I said after I'd swallowed it.

"OK," I told her, "you're going to turn around, bend over with your knees straight and take your shoes off. Then you're going to take your pants off. Then you're going to turn back to face me, and go back to playing with your nipples. And you're not going to say a fucking word."

I sat eating my pizza as she turned away. I watched her bend over and unlace her sneakers. She straightened up, and trod her sneakers off, then stood on the toes of her socks to pull them off too. I watched her sigh and then she pulled her yoga pants down, then pulled her feet out of them.

I leaned forward and took another slice of pizza as she turned back to face me, and started pulling at her nipples again. Her bald pussy looked great from where I was sitting, and I thought I should tell her that.

"That looks great," I said, "move your feet apart a bit."

She moved her feet apart about a foot.

"There, what do you think?"

"I don't like it," she said, then added "Sir."

"Well," I said, "I like it."

I finished my slice of pizza.

"I'll get back to that," I said. "Come here and suck my fingers clean."

Still pulling on her nipples, she came over to me and bent over, sucking my fingers one by one to clean them. When she was done, I wiped my fingers on her thigh to dry them.

"OK," I said, "kneel down and undo my pants."

She let go of her tits and knelt down. Her hands went to my pants, undoing the button and lowering the zip. Without me saying anything, she pulled them down.

"Now you're going to fuck me," I said.

She put one knee on the side of my chair, then put her other knee on the other side. As she was spread wide in front of me, I thought I saw moisture on her pussy lips.

She reached down and grabbed my dick, holding it up so she could lower herself onto it.

She didn't take her time lowering herself onto me. She came all the way down until I could feel her thighs against mine.

She lifted herself up and down, and I put my hands on her ass.

After a few minutes of her humping at me, I noticed her go back to pulling on her nipples, and I got the feeling that she was getting turned on.

A few minutes later, she was grinding herself against me on the down stroke.

"Get off me," I said.

"What?" she said, letting go of her nipples.

"Get off. I'm sure you don't want me to cum in you and have to go home smelling of sex."

She sighed again, and lifted herself off me.

She stood there in front of me.

"Tits," I said, and she went back to pulling on her nipples.

I reached out to her, and grabbed her ass, pulling her towards me. I started teasing her clit with my tongue while massaging her cheeks. It didn't take long until she started cumming.

I let go of her when she was finished.

"OK, kneel down and suck me off."

She knelt down in front of me, and dipped her face to my dick, licking her drying juices off it. After probably putting it off as long as she could, she started sucking it into her mouth. She gently tugged on my balls and I started cumming, causing her to cough and splutter my cum over my upper thigh as she yanked my dick out of her mouth.

"You're going to clean that up," I told her when she'd stopped coughing.

"Do you have a washcloth or something?"

"You can use your mouth or your panties," I told her.

She gave me a hard look, then licked my cum off me.

"Can I go now?" she asked. "I don't want Billy getting suspicious."

"Certainly," I said. "Let me walk you to the door."

"Well, I want to get dressed first."

"Fine," I said, "have it your way."

She stood up and walked over to her clothes. She picked up her panties first.

"Uh uh," I said, shaking my head.

She dropped them and picked up the yoga pants.

"Right," I said, "I want you to text me about our sessions the same as when you're with Bob. Only call me 'sir' in your message."

"Can I wear the bra?" she asked.

"Sure," I said. I'm nothing if not magnanimous.

She pulled the bra on, and the shirt over it. I watched her put her socks on and push her feet into her shoes. She stood up, like she couldn't wait to get out of there.

I pulled my pants up as I stood up, and walked her to the door.

"Don't forget the text," I said as I opened the door. "See you tomorrow."

I went back to the living room and sat eating my pizza.

After I'd finished, I got my message from Sandy.

[I went to Sir's after yoga. I was wearing my yoga gear. Underwear. Sir was dressed. He invited me in and told me to lose my underwear and cut up my clothes. He got pizza, and had me show the delivery guy my tits. He had me play with my tits, then fucked me for a bit, then had me suck him off. I got dressed and left]

]Did you cum?[

[Yes]

]In future tell me that[

---

Thursday

I got to the office before Sandy, so I got to watch her walk to her desk. She was wearing either pantyhose or stockings, and I made a mental note to check later.

I busied myself with actual work for a while, and when I saw Sandy get up and head to the kitchen, I followed her in there.