Bitch Pt 19

Sunday

I'd had an idea for Sandy and waited for her text.

[On Friday I went to Bob's and he had me strip off. I was sucking him off when his wife came in and he threw me out, naked. I borrowed a passing girl's phone and called Sir and he came and got me. He ordered a pizza and I ate naked in front of the delivery guy. We went out to a hotel and Sir fucked me, then came in my mouth and two guys I'd met in the bar watched. I sucked one off and the other fucked me in the ass. In the morning, I sucked sir off before he took me home. Today I went to Bob's and collected my stuff. I didn't go in]

]I want you and Billy to do something together, so text me when you get home[

I waited about twenty minutes.

[I'm at home with Billy]

]I want you to get on the freeway, heading North, then stop at the truck stop that's about 20 miles away. You'll see it. Text me when you're there[

I'd been there before and noticed something while I was there. Something that I was going to take advantage of now.

About thirty minutes later, she texted me back.

[Just pulling off the freeway]

]Billy to start recording. Go to the men's restroom. Both of you. In the last stall. Text me when you're there[

A few minutes later...

[Here]

]See the hole in the partition?[

There was a glory hole in there. I figured we could have fun with that.

[Yes]

]You suck off 3 guys through that hole[

[What if nobody comes in?]

]Billy can go out to the truckers and tell them you're in there[

[Do we have to do this?]

]Yes. And how do I like my whores when they suck dick?[

[Naked]

]Naked, sir[

[Naked, sir]

I waited to hear about her afternoon and later wasn't disappointed.

[Sir sent me to a truck stop glory hole with my husband, where I stripped off and sucked off 4 truckers while Billy recorded it]

4 truckers? Better than I'd hoped for and I looked forward to getting the video from Billy.

When I got the video, I grabbed a beer and sat down to watch it.

Billy recorded her getting out of the car. She was dressed in her frumpy church clothing and walked over to the restroom structure, then walked around to the men's room. She looked around then went in. I could see a couple of trucks in the background.

Billy followed her in, past the guy taking a piss and to the last stall.

She closed the door, then looked down at her phone and tapped at it. She glanced at the glory hole, then went back to tapping on her phone, pausing for a few seconds, then tapping again. She showed Billy the phone, but it wasn't readable from his video, then she put her phone down on the toilet cistern.

She took off her cardigan, then her blouse, putting them on the toilet seat. She unhooked her long skirt, pulling it and her petticoat down her legs and stepping out of it.

A dick came through the hole in the wall and she saw it. She bent over and sucked it into her mouth as she worked on pulling her pantyhose and panties down to her ankles. I couldn't see them any more and she unhooked her bra and took it off. It looked like she dropped that on the floor while she sucked the dick poking through the hole.

She sat on her clothes on the toilet seat, leaning to the side of the stall. She'd stopped moving her head back and forth, just holding her mouth against the hole, making me think he was fucking her face from the other side of the wall.

She was reaching down, probably fiddling around taking off her shoes, pantyhose and panties.

All of a sudden, she coughed and gagged and pulled her head away from the wall. She was wiping her mouth with her hands, coughing and the dick disappeared from the hole.

She sat there, tidying up her clothes and collecting her underwear from the floor and lifting herself to tuck them underneath her.

Billy was focused on her for a while, then looked at the hole, where there was a dick sticking through. Sandy's hand took hold of it, then her face appeared again, sucking it into her mouth. Her mouth moved as she licked around the head and her hand slid back and forth on the shaft, jacking him off into her mouth.

After a few minutes, he was obviously cumming, as you could see it twitching and she had stopped stroking the shaft. A few seconds later she swallowed and let it out of her mouth. She sat back and the dick disappeared.

I fast forwarded as she sat there for about five minutes, occasionally looking towards the hole.

I had to back up when she moved, then watched as she leaned toward the wall, sliding her mouth over the dick sticking through the hole. She held it in her hand, her mouth over the head as he fucked her mouth through the hole. He seemed to stop thrusting as she started sliding her hand up and down the shaft while she sucked the head, then he started thrusting again and she held still. This time he thrust into her mouth and built up to cumming, pulling out just before he did so he came over her hand and lips.

She reached for some toilet paper, wiping her hand and face and another dick came through. There must have been a guy standing by the door waiting for the previous guy to finish.

The dick was soft and she took it in her hand, stroking it. It didn't seem to be getting any harder and she wiped her hand over the head, licked it then put it in her mouth.

It didn't seem to be getting hard, as her mouth was right up to the hole and not moving.

She put her hand by the hole, flat against the wall, holding his dick in pointer finger and thumb as she pulled her mouth back. It looked like he did have a hard on now and just wasn't sticking through very far.

She was sort of jacking him off, holding it gingerly, while licking around the head.

She suddenly moved her head forward, putting the whole head in her mouth again, then started swallowing. A lot. I'm guessing it had been a while for that guy.

She let go of his dick, dropping it from her mouth. It stayed, hanging through the hole for a few seconds, then was pulled back through the hole.

Hurriedly, she started dressing. She passed her underwear to Billy and pulled on her skirt, then her cardigan. She bundled her blouse and petticoat in her arms and Billy opened the stall door. The video stopped there.

---

Monday

It was a quiet day in the office. Sandy was in a foul mood so I annoyed her by giving her a winning smile every time she looked at me. I could see she was still wearing the collar I'd bought her, most likely because she couldn't take it off.

I kept an eye open to see her running for any calls from Bob, but it didn't seem like any came. She basically spent the whole day in her office with the door closed. It was nice to get some work done for a change.

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Tuesday

"Bob still sulking?" I asked Sandy as I met her in the kitchen on my way in.

"Yes," she said, "I've told him to fuck off every time he's summoned me this week."

"And are you still sulking?"

"I'm still upset about Sunday, if that's what you're asking."

"And how did Billy take it?"

She scowled at me.

"Billy fucking loved it. Are you happy?"

"Overjoyed. I'll see you later, those reports won't write themselves now, will they?"

I carried my fresh coffee too my desk and went to work. Sure enough, throughout the day she had a couple of short phone calls that were probably Bob, as she almost slammed the phone down. I figured if Bob wasn't fucking with her, I would, and sent her a text.

]Go to the bathroom[

I saw her read the message then look up at me. She bent her head to her phone again.

[Must I?]

]Yes, and if you're not quick, it'll be the men's[

She got up, holding her phone and stomped past me on her way to the bathrooms.

I got another message.

[Here]

]Strip. I want a picture of you in your underwear[

I waited and was rewarded with a selfie of her in a lacy bra, thong and hold up stockings. At least she was still dressing how she was told.

]Lose underwear[

I soon got a picture of her in just the hold ups.

]2 fingers in your mouth[

I got a picture of her with her first two fingers in her mouth, with her looking annoyed.

]3[

She had the three fingers in her mouth and looked a little uncomfortable.

]4[

She had all four fingers in her mouth and looked like she was going to throw up.

I waited a minute or so.

]That'll do[

About five minutes later she stomped past and shot me a dirty look. I gave her my winning smile and went back to work.

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Wednesday

I was having a normal day at work and Sandy met me in the kitchen.

"Are we doing anything tonight?" she asked me with a dull tone.

"Why yes," I said brightly. "Yes we are. After yoga, I want somebody else to take a picture of you naked, then dress in your shorts and shirt from the weekend before coming over to my place."

"Yay," she said.

"And you'll lose the attitude by then, I'm sure."

Just then, Delia came into the kitchen.

"Oh great," she said, "are we golfing this evening?"

"I have other plans, I'm afraid," I told her.

Sandy said she couldn't make it either.

"That's a shame," Delia said, "I bought a new outfit for playing golf. I was inspired by yours," she told Sandy.

She lifted her skirt and I was about to turn away when she said "it's a yoga romper."

I looked back and saw she was wearing what looked like black Spandex yoga shorts. But, I guessed, they went all the way up and covered her. What I could see looked like it was painted on and I told her this. She smiled and I assumed that was the look she'd been going for.

"It's a shame you won't get to see the rest of it this week."

I nodded in agreement. "It sure is."

Sandy had been silent in all this and she said "I'd better get back to work."

She left Delia and I alone, and I said "I guess that was a hint, eh?"

I headed back to my desk, leaving Delia in the kitchen.

At the end of the day I headed home. Later, I got a picture of Sandy, naked. Her hands were both visible in the picture, so somebody else had taken it. I started getting myself ready.

Watching out of the window I saw her pull up in her car. I made her walk all the way to the door, then met her there ready to leave.

"Come on," I said, "let's go."

She followed me down the stairs and over to her car, which she unlocked as we walked to it. We both got in and I directed her to a tattoo parlor in a seedy strip mall on the other side of town where I happen to know a few guys.

She looked unhappy as we locked the car.

"I just hope this is still here when we get back," she said sullenly.

"It'll be fine," I told her. "And we won't be long."

She sulked along behind me and I opened the door to the store and ushered her in. She wasn't happy to be there, she'd probably been hoping we were going somewhere else.

I greeted the staff, several of whom I know quite well. Randy, one of the artists, came around the counter.

"What have we here?" he said, looking at Sandy.

"I'm not sure," I told him, "I'm playing with some things in my head. Take your shirt off, Sandy."

She took her shirt off. She knew that one way of another she'd be losing the shirt. She held it tightly in her hands at her waist. Everybody there just looked at her tits. After a few moments, Randy looked at me.

"I was thinking about getting her nipples pierced."

"No!" she said, loudly.

"I'm sorry," I said, "what did you just say?"

"Please sir," she whined, "please don't make me get my nipples pierced. I want to have kids and I want to breastfeed."

"Oh," said Randy, "you'd be fine as long as they're properly healed by then."

"I don't want to take the risk," she told him.

"Hmmm," I said. "What else could we pierce?"

"Her tongue," suggested Randy.

"What a great idea," I said.

"It'd be a problem at work because it looks trashy," she said.

"Oh no," said Randy, "we can do a flat disk that's roughly the color of your tongue, people won't even notice it."

"Until you suck their dicks," I said with a smirk.

She still didn't look happy.

"Alternately," I started, "we could do a tattoo here..."

I turned her around and ran my fingers over an area between her shoulder blades.

"And here..."

I ran them over where she'd have a tramp stamp.

"Saying 'my name is Sandy'. Of course, it'd have to be upside down here..."

I gestured between her shoulders again.

"So you can read it."

Several of the staff chuckled. Sandy did not.

"Fine," she muttered, "I guess I'll take the tongue piercing."

"What?" said Randy.

I gave her a hard look.

"I'd like to have my tongue pierced, please," she told him.

"Right then," he said, leading us to one of the tattoo rooms.

He collected a box of tongue jewelry.

"Stick your tongue out," he said.

She did, and he matched a disk closely with the color of her tongue. He wiped the top of her tongue dry and marked it with a Sharpie.

"Show me the bottom," he said and she curled her tongue over to show the bottom. He dried that and marked it with the Sharpie.

"Flat," he said and she flattened her tongue again.

He took a plastic clamp and held her tongue in it. He pulled her tongue out a little, then pushed a needle through it. She didn't even wince. He placed the end of the bar in the end of the need and pulled it back through, screwing a little ball on the end.

"There," he said, "that wasn't so bad now, was it?"

"It was easier than getting my ears pierced," she said with a slight lisp.

"That'll go away," he told her, "as you get used to the bar in your mouth."

"Thanks," I told Randy, "that's great."

We went back to the reception area and we all looked at her expectantly. I suddenly dawned on her that she had to pay Randy, and handed over her card.

When she was done, I said my goodbyes and we left the store. The cold made her realize that she hadn't put her shirt back on and she pulled it over her head before we started walking to the car.

When we got back to my place, I opened the door and she seemed to want to stay in the car.

"Come on up," I told her, "I have something for you."

She sighed and got out of the car, following me upstairs.

Inside, I told her to strip and she started by taking off her shirt.

"You know, unless I tell you otherwise, whenever you come in here, you're to strip."

She nodded as she undid her shorts and kicked out of her shoes.

I went into the bedroom and got her gift. I went back to the living room.

"Pick your hair up," I told her.

She collected her hair, holding it up and clear from her shoulders and neck.

I brought the leather covered metal choker necklace up and around her neck. I clicked the latch to secure it, putting the little silver padlock through the silver rings at the ends, locking it on her. It looked great.

"Can I go and see?"

I nodded, and I followed her as she went off to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. It was two half inch thick black leather straps that crossed over at the back of her neck, then came to silver D rings at the front. It really was exquisite.

"It's gorgeous," she said, "but how do I get it off?"

"You don't," I told her.

"I can't wear this at work!" she exclaimed.

"Turn it around so the padlock's behind your neck."

She did, leaving just the straps crossing. It still looked great, but less obvious.

"I guess," she said, doubtfully.

"Anyway, come and say 'thank you'."

I walked out to the living room and she followed me.

"Thank you for my gift, sir," she said.

I just looked at her. She sighed and knelt down in front of me, reaching for my pants. She unbuttoned them, pushing them down past my hips.

The little disk on her tongue felt interesting, a little hard thing against my dick as she licked at it. She was pretty good at giving head I thought to myself as she worked her tongue over the head of my dick. I reached out to hold her head and started fucking her face. She gagged when I hit the back of her throat. She was still running her tongue around and it didn't take long for me to get to the point where I held as long as I could, then emptied my balls down her throat. She stayed there until I let go of her head, when she pushed my dick out of her mouth with her tongue and sat back on her heels.

"Can I go now?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, pulling my pants up.

She quickly dressed and I walked her to the door. She texted me before she drove away.

[Sir took me to get my tongue pierced, then put a collar on me and I sucked him off]

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Thursday

When I got to work, things seemed pretty tense.

"Have you heard?" Sean asked me.

"No," I told him, "I've just got here. What?"

"Bob's gone."

"What?"

"He's been fired. Apparently he tried to rape Delia or something."

"Jesus," I said. "When?"

"Dunno," he said, "but he's gone now."

"Is she OK?"

"Dunno," he said, "she's gone too."

"Huh," I said.

"There's an all hands at nine."

"I'd better get ready then," I said and headed to my desk.

There was a vague email message with a Zoom meeting. I got everything tidied on my desk, put on my headphones and signed on just as the meeting started.

It was the usual corporate nonsense for a while, then we were told that Bob had resigned and how much we as a company support our staff and interns. Oh, and Delia was going back to her university with good feedback from us and we wished her well and so on. It seems that Sandy was failing upwards into Bob's role, but we weren't immediately replacing her role as our manager as our part of the team could self manage for a period.

As it was a lot to process, they suggested those of us who wanted to could work from home, so I went and worked from home. I hoped Delia was OK, but it's not like I had a way of checking without it seeming weird, so I dropped it.

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Friday

When I got in, Sandy was in the kitchen. She looked pissed. I made my coffee.

"Right," she said, "follow me to my office."

I carried my coffee and followed her. Not to her office, to Bob's old office... her new office.

"Close the door," she said and walked around Bob's old desk and sat in Bob's old chair.

I put my coffee on Bob's old desk and went and closed the door, then came and sat down.

"You know I'm going to have to fire you now," she said.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Without Bob, you have no hold over me here any more."

"Is that so?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said, getting up. "You threatened to tell them that I was fucking Bob to get my job, but nobody'll listen to Bob now."

"Hmmm," I said. "I thought we'd got over this... self destructive streak. OK, let me just think about my options here."

I glanced up at her. I held up my pointer finger.

"Option one. I go live with my subscription web site with my stories about you. I have your messages, pictures and even video."

She looked at me.

"Subscription web site?" she asked.

"Why yes," I said, "what did you think all that was for? Here, give me your phone."

I took her phone and went to the address for my web site. I logged in as a user I'd created for testing. I passed her phone back to her.

"There you go."

She looked at her phone, scrolling for a bit so she could see more pictures and the links to the videos. She looked more and more horrified.

"You bastard," she said quietly.

"Hey," I said, "it looks like I'm going to need some way of earning money to tide me over until I get a new job. Or maybe I can retire on this."

I held up two fingers.

"Option two. I report you for sexual harassment. They fire you and I keep my job. Hey, maybe I get a promotion in time."

"Nobody'll believe you."

"Sure they will. I'll have proof. And it doesn't matter. If you fire me then, we'll call it retribution and I'll sue."

"Nobody'd believe I'd sexually harass you. Look at me and look at you. I could do better."

"Sexual harassment isn't about sex. It's about power. Where do I have the power here?"