At the time the pager went off -- the message from her husband reading, "I love you. Hope you have a good day!" -- she had a cock in her mouth. Not her husband's cock, obviously. She heard the pager cry but didn't stop, in spite of the pubic hairs tickling her nose.
"Faster and tighter," the voice attached to the cock said.
She complied. He always asked for "faster and tighter" right before he came. And she wanted him to come. She wanted this over with. This was the last one.
It started with an honest mistake in a contract she'd negotiated. It cost the voice-and-cock's company a good deal of money and embarrassment. She faced two choices -- possible disbarment for reckless negligence, or sex slave for six months. She'd always been attracted to the man with the voice and cock. She knew him as Tony, a smart, somewhat cocky 35-year old who'd built an art deco lamp repair shop into a factory and several retail stores.
The first night she had to go over to start making restitution, she told her husband she had a meeting to attend. Technically, it wasn't a lie. It was a meeting and she had to attend.
She had been excited, and slightly engorged, though the more she started thinking about the pressure in her crotch, the worse it seemed to get. She hadn't had many men before her husband and once they'd settled into the routine of married sex, she regretted her inexperience. Not that he was a bad lover, but it was always the same.
When she rang the bell, the door immediately buzzed. She entered into the vacant waiting area of Tony's office. "Come in," he called.
She sat in the chair across from him as he produced some papers from a file. "Sign here and it's all over but the good part," he said. She'd read it once already and glanced over it this time. She signed.
"You wearing panties?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Let me have them."
