Heather woke up before the alarm was set to go off, she lay there thinking how did I ever get in this predicament? By anyone's accounts, I was quite the "Package," naturally blonde hair, long legs, a butt to die for and the crowning glory was my thirty-two d boobs, firm and perfectly formed and with just a hint of sag. With my pouting lips and dazzling smile, I lived the privileged life of a blonde with big tits.
With all I had going for me, how did I end up living with and supporting a bum. Jack and I met in our second year of college.
I graduated with honors, but he had dropped out, according to him, the professors were jealous of his intellect, I should have known then. But I had my head in the clouds and couldn't see his faults. We started dating and not long afterward we started living together. Except for some heavy petting in high school, I had no experience. I fell in love with Jack, and he was my first and only, at nineteen I thought he was all a girl could want. At first it was normal good sex, mostly missionary style, it rapidly progressed to rough "Doggy style," then anything he could do to humiliate me, including cum facials, which he loved to do, to me it was degrading, but I pretended to like it for him. He started buying me stockings and garter belts and even a corset, and making me serve him dressed like a French maid. Even if I complained about having to dress up for sex, I secretly loved the lace and garters. What I didn't love was supporting him while he looked for the " perfect job."
Now I forced myself out of bed and realized Jack had never come home. I thought he was asleep on the sofa. I wanted to get out of there before he came home, horny, the last thing I wanted was sex, especially the way he wanted it. His latest quirk was having me dressed in my sexy underwear crawling on the floor wiggling my ass in the air, like a dog in heat, ready to be fucked, for sure I wasn't up to that first thing in the morning, I had to get dressed, and be on my way.
The dryer was broken, I found out as I pulled my wet clothes out. I hurried back to the bedroom and checked my underwear situation, the only clean things I had was a black bra and bikini panties, that Jack had just bought me. The bra was a push up style which I hardly needed, but the biggest problem, it was one size too small, which he did on purpose. As I nestled my boobs in the lace cups, I looked in the mirror it was positively obscene, my tits bubbled over the lace edges, almost exposing my tender nipples. Then things got worse, I pulled my one pair of good pantyhose from under the bed, they were stuck to the floor, Jack must have jerked off in them when I was out, he had done it before.
The only choice was my garter belt and stockings, I hoped the tops wouldn't show. I had never worn something like that out of the house. Thank goodness they were long enough as I clipped the garters, I was pleased the fully expanded tops just about reached my curvy ass cheeks. I slipped on my favorite four-inch black heels and hurried to the utility room to iron my blouse, my tits jiggling and swaying side to side as I strode through the house.
I had just finished ironing when I heard Jacks key in the door, I froze in my tracks as Jack just stood there staring at me, he definitely had been drinking.
He crossed the room quickly,
"Where are you going dressed like that?" he demanded.
"The driers broken; this is all I have to wear,so please, if you let me go, I'll do anything you want tonight."
"No deal, I can't wait that long, now on your knees, my little cocksucker."
My face burned when he talked like that. It was useless to argue, he was big and drunk and could hurt me if he didn't get his way. I slowly dropped to my knees, looking up into his smirking face. He grabbed my bra and roughly pulled it down exposing my hardened nipples. I took his semi hard dick in my mouth, hoping he'd cum quickly. His dick was only four inches, but it was the only one I had ever seen, so I didn't understand what the big thing was about deep throating. I had no problem taking it all in, but, he liked me to whimper, and I did that along with some fake gagging, and pleading with him to stop, he liked that sort of stuff.
To make matters worse I was starting to get wet, it was turning me on. Like most women I enjoy being dominated during sex, but I couldn't spare the time to enjoy anything. He was getting close from the look on his face, and the fact he was basically jerking off in my mouth.
I got scared, "Please don't get any on my face." I cried.
"That's the best part, you little bitch, here it comes!"
With that, his first hot stream of cum hit me between my eyes, the second and third shots covered the side of my face.
"I can't believe you did this, I'm going to be so late,"
Jack laughed, "Remember you said I could do anything I wanted tonight; I think maybe some ass fucking, will do you some good."
I shuddered at the thought, I do a lot when it comes to sex but that made me sick, he had only tried it once, we had gone to a party around the holidays, Jack was drunk as usual, and I might have had a little too much also. When we got home, he ripped my dress off in the living room and with no foreplay he raped my virgin ass. I was sore and bled for days and I did not want to repeat it.
I washed the cum off and put my makeup back on, picking up my blouse, I realized that when I couldn't see, he had wiped his dick off on it. I panicked, the only thing I had left was a skintight white sweater, the main problem was you could see every detail of my bra and the overflowing tit flesh. luckily, I had a black blazer that matched my skirt. I drove like a maniac, but was still an hour late, I had called and said I had car trouble, like anybody cared.
As I pulled in the employee's lot by the shipping dept. I noticed the same three guys standing near my parking space, they were there most days waiting for a leg show when I got out of my car. It was then I remembered I had on regular stockings.
My car was small and low to the ground. I hesitated for a moment, too scared to get out, knowing what they would see, then I said what the hell, and got out. My skirt was almost to my waist, exposing my stocking tops and garter straps, I quickly stood up and pulled my skirt down, but not before they saw everything.
They were whistling and calling for me to pull my skirt up again. I flushed red and tried to hurry, which was impossible while wearing those killer heels.
I got to my office, that's when I saw resident slime ball, Will, headed my way,
"Good morning, Heather," even his voice was greasy, "Mr. Jacobs has been looking for you, I told him you were here, but he checked for himself and wasn't happy."
I didn't trust him at all, first off, he was Jacks best friend and second, he had been trying to screw me, wondering why I wouldn't let him. I called Jacob's secretary and told her I'd be up in a minute. I took my jacket off and went to the restroom, when I got back my jacket was gone, I just knew Will had hid it, now I had to go see my boss with this see-through sweater on, I was so mortified, the sweater had buttons up the front that gaped open showing the black lace of my bra. And my skirt scarcely reached my knees.
His secretary told me to go right in, there were two vice presidents sitting in front of Jacob's desk leering at me.
Jacob's stared at my chest while the other two were focused on my legs and my bottom. Mr. Jacobs asked me to explain my chart to him, I had to bend over his desk putting my ass right in the vice presidents faces. Then I realized my skirt had ridden up exposing my stocking tops, I reached around with both hands and tried to pull my skirt down, that was a bad move, the over stressed buttons on my sweater popped open exposing my bra and its contents
