This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.
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Paula Thornton had another miserable ride home from work. The never-ending conflict of emotions from within her was taking its toll. She was crabby and irritable at home with her family.
Of course, they didn't understand why she was acting that way and she could never let them know. Paula really had no idea how much longer she could take this.
She got home and immediately took a shower, trying to wash away the memory of what she had done that afternoon.
'That man came in my mouth!' she kept thinking. She brushed her teeth over and over. She gargled.
No matter what she did, Paula could not get the taste of that man out of her mind. Paula was shocked at what she had done, stunned at how easily she had surrendered to him, and ashamed by how much she liked it. No, not liked it, LOVED it!
'This has to stop. I can't keep doing this anymore,' she thought. Yet each time required less threatening from him.
She could feel herself very slowly becoming a willing participant, not a reluctant and blackmailed victim of that pervert, and it scared her.
'How can I kiss my husband after what that man did in my mouth?' she thought. She continued to pray 'Please God, save me. Help me. End this God. I'm so sorry for my sins. Please forgive me.'
Mark Sawyer had a much different ride home. In fact, he made a few stops after work.
First, he checked out a couple of motels near the airport. On the third try, he found what he was looking for.
The room had a large bed with a sturdy wooden rail headboard and a large mirror over the dresser. Not too many guests, secluded. 'Perfect!' he thought.
His last stop was at a sex shop where he purchased a few "novelty" items. Smiling and content with his newest plan, Mark drove home and spent the rest of the evening finalizing the details for tomorrow.
Tuesday morning began like any other Tuesday morning. The kids were still sleeping, recovering from the last few days of summer break.
Emily was anxious to begin her new life at college next month while Paul was getting weary of his summer job. 'If he only knew how bad work could really get,' she thought as she sat at the table and drank her coffee.
George was still asleep and would be for some time. She made a sandwich for his lunch, stopping to stare at her hands.
'How would George feel if he knew that these hands had been the same hands that were covered in that man's sperm?' she thought to herself.
Paula fought back her tears. She knew that George would eat lunch and then prepare for his usual Tuesday evening bible study group at the church. He wouldn't be home until after 10:00 PM.
Paula dressed for work as she had every day before, except today she had reluctantly placed her new black lace bra, g-string and stockings in her purse. She drove towards the office, both dreading and anticipating what would happen next.
Paula went straight for the restroom, entered a stall, and quickly changed into her lingerie. She hid her old panties and bra back in her purse, and checked herself in the mirror.
She proceeded over to her desk, all the while, her pussy moistening her tiny black g-string as she moved.
Once seated at her desk, Paula saw Mark's open office door. She put her head down and picked up working where she had left off the night before.
Mark arrived late that morning, about 10:40. He said hello to everyone as he passed them on his way to his office.
Smiling, he closed his office door and sat behind his desk, his already erect penis poking uncomfortably in his pants. For a long time, he daydreamed, envisioning how the events of his next meeting with Paula would unfold.
Just before noon, he rang Paula's desk. "Yes Mr. Sawyer?" she said as she picked up the phone.
She heard Mark reply "Today, you and I will spend some quality time alone. Meet me at 5:30 at 1315 Union Hill Drive, Room 212. Don't be late."
Paula frantically looked around the office and in a hushed voice she said "But Mr. Sawyer, that won't be possible. I've got a family. I can't just not go home and meet you. What will I tell them?"
"That's not my problem. It won't take all night and you'll be home. I don't want to hear any more arguments or excuses. Do what you have to do, tell them anything you have to, but you WILL be there. Don't make me call the police on you."
Paula heard him hang up the phone. She again looked around the office as her co-workers continued on with their daily assignments. 'Maybe they didn't hear? Do they know?' she thought to herself.
'I can't do this. George will be expecting me for dinner.' She then remembered tonight would be a bible study night at the church. He wouldn't be home until late himself.
Paul would be working until almost midnight. 'What about Emily?' She would probably be going out with her friends tonight.
Paula's mind raced as she felt the usual barrage of emotions. Shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion.
All the familiar emotions bombarded her again. As well as arousal. She felt her vagina moisten and tingle with anticipation.
Was she really a slut beneath that calm exterior, just like he said she was? The silky fabric of the obscene lingerie against her skin, all hidden by her bland, boring skirt and blouse, stimulated her.
So did his want and desire. He wanted her in a way no one ever had. 'What was he going to do to me? What would he make me do to him?'
They wouldn't be in the office, but somewhere else. Paula knew that no matter how bad it got in his office, at least they were still in a semi-public place. There was always the thought that anyone could walk in at almost any time.
Now, this was different. Now they would be alone somewhere. Where? Paula thought about all of the possibilities. 'How much of a pervert is he? Will he hurt me? Worse?'
She began to worry about her safety. The fear of the unknown , the danger, caused even more nervousness. He had taken more control from her and she was really scared.
Paula worried the rest of the day as she worked. She thought about Mark's threat to call the police again and her will to not give in to him continued to crumble.
She had called Emily and indeed, she would not be home tonight. No one would even know she was out.
Paula continued working, trying to immerse herself in her accounts and books. Finally, she had sent out the last of her e-mails and looked at the clock -- 3:39.
She watched as Mark left the office early, avoiding her glance as he said goodbye to Amy and Donna. She had more than an hour to let her mind race with the thoughts of her upcoming meeting with him.
Paula realized that she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, her vagina moistening as she thought about the potential for danger. She silently prayed 'Please God. Save me. Protect me. Make this stop. I don't want to be like this. Help me be the woman you want me to be.'
All the while, she could feel her silk covered thighs rubbing together and the wetness in her g-string. On and on, she prayed silently, thinking about what would happen.
She was startled when Donna asked her, 'Do you plan on working all night?' She looked at her watch -- 5:08. Paula quickly shut down her computer and exited the building.
She drove on towards the address Mark had given her. Paula looked in her rearview mirror as a police car roared up behind her as she drove, lights churning and siren blaring.
'Did he really call the police on me?' Panic subsided a bit as the police car passed her en route to a more public crime other than hers.
She pulled into the secluded motel and parked in front of the door numbered 212. She looked at her watch -- 5:39.
'Damn it!' she thought as she hurriedly exited her car and walked to the room. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Paula opened the door, entered, and looked around the sparse room. The curtains and bedspread looked old to her. Dirty. The way Paula felt inside as she closed the door behind her.
"You're late." Paula turned and looked at Mark as he sat in a worn brown chair against the wall near the window, a canvas bag near his feet.
"I know. I'm sorry. Traffic was bad."
Paula lowered her head, not making eye contact with him, as she folded her hands in front of her. The room smelled like it looked. Dirty.
Not a place to rest or sleep. It was a room used for sex. Not lovemaking, but fucking. Paula felt her vagina tingling as she stood before him.
"There's always an excuse with you. You'll soon learn to obey me completely."
Paula's heart pounded as she became afraid. "Please. Don't hurt me. I'll be better. I promise." She looked up at Mark, her eyes pleading, begging for forgiveness as she stood motionless in front of him.
"We'll see about that. Show me what you have on for me today."
Paula lowered her eyes again, placed her purse on the floor next to the window, and began to remove her blouse and skirt. She put them on top of her purse and stood there silently.
Mark said nothing. He just sat there, watching, staring at Paula, her large breasts barely contained in her sheer, skimpy black bra. Paula's nipples were hard and clearly visible, her cleavage full as it cradled her gold cross.
His eyes traveled slowly, so slowly, over her body. The thin black material that rested high on her hips, securing the sheer fabric over her pussy. The shiny black stockings that hugged her thighs, all supported on those black heels.
'A Goddess,' he thought. "Turn around" was all he could say. Mark watched as Paula slowly moved, turning more and more into his view. 'Perfect!' he thought.
The round, curved cheeks of her ass, with the thin thread of her g-string diving deep between them made his cock hard. She turned back to face him. Paula's wire rimmed glasses only pointed toward the floor, framed by a few curls of her light brown hair.
'All mine' he said to himself.
Mark sat there for a few more moments, just drinking in the sight of this woman, before saying, "Kneel on the bed, facing me."
