The Degrading of Patricia

Larry pulled the flashdrive from his laptop as he sat at his desk. He had worked all weekend at editing the video he had taken of his day at the hotel with Patricia. The end product was a video of a woman giving herself over to her wanton desires, sucking and fucking his cock multiple times, even begging for it at times. He made sure that when he sent her home to hubby, she went with both a belly and pussy full of his cum. He walked down the hall to Patricia's office. No one was in the building yet. He was always a couple hours earlier than everyone else. He laid a note on her desk and went back to his office.

Patricia walked into the building, self-conscious that everyone was looking at her because they knew what her boss had done to her on Friday. She desperately wanted to believe that everything that had happened to her the previous week was just a dream. A terrible, yet exciting, dream. She had spent her Saturday shopping all day, just to stay out of the house. On Sunday she went to church trying to find some kind of absolution. She saw the note on her desk as soon as she opened her office door. She picked it up with trembling hands. "Come see me immediately!" was all it said. Patricia sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. "Is this never going to end?" She wept out loud.

She walked into Larry's office fifteen minutes later, having composed herself. "You wanted to see me?" She said for his secretary's sake, as she opened Larry's door and stuck her head inside. She knew how secretary's love to gossip. She wanted to appear as businesslike as possible, giving her nothing to speculate on.

"Please come in Patricia." Larry knew what she was doing and thought he'd play along. At least for now.

Patricia walked in and closed the door behind her. Larry just pointed to the chair in front of his desk. She felt her body beginning to tremble as she sat down.

Larry got up from his chair and walked around his desk, holding out a flashdrive for her to take. "This is for you."

"What is it?" She felt the bile of fear churning up from her gut.

Larry just smiled at her as he sat back on the edge of his desk. "Think of it as an insurance policy."

Patricia fought back the tears. She wanted to breakdown and sob. "Insurance for what?"

"Insurance for your compliance until I'm done with you. Watch it when you get back to your desk if you want to. It's better than any of that porn you've watched before." Then he laughed. "And you're the star." Larry saw that broken look on her face again as his words registered with her.

"What? When? Why?" Was all she could sob out.

"I recorded our entire day together last Friday in the hotel room. What you have there are your best screen shots. You really are one hot slut when you let those cravings of yours take control." Patricia sobbed uncontrollably. Larry leaned forward. "I'd be a little more quiet if I were you. Charlene might hear you and want to know what's going on." Patricia forced herself to calm down. "As far as the 'why' is concerned. I wanted something more than just your indiscretions on the internet to keep you in line. Hubby may forgive your internet indiscretions. But I don't think he'll be so forgiving when he sees what a cheating whore you are, and how much you love it."

Patricia hung her head and sobbed softly. She was a broken woman. And yet she found herself wondering what the future would be like. She truly had a love/hate relationship with this man and what he was doing to her. She hated him. But she loved what he was doing to her. He was forcing her to playout her darkest fantasies that she had since her teenage years. "Why are you doing this to me? I've done everything you've demanded." She sobbed.

"And you're going to keep doing everything I demand of you. Hubby will never see this flashdrive as long as you remain my compliant slut. Understand?" Patricia just nodded, unable to speak. "Good. Now pull yourself together. I'll get rid of Charlene long enough for you to get back to your office and clean yourself up." He paused for a moment. "Believe it or not, I don't want to deal with the secretary gossip pool either. Not that I care what gets out. I'll probably have to eventually deal with it. But not right now. Go get your work done. I'll let you know what's expected of you when I'm ready for you." Then he stood up to move towards the door. "By the way, nice dress. It really accentuates those nice tits of yours."

The first thing she did after getting back to her office was to stick the flashdrive in her computer. Her curiosity was stronger than her fear of seeing what was on it. Her heart sank as she watched this slut in the video servicing a cock and begging for it like some kind of professional whore. She started sobbing again. This made her look exactly like what she was. She knew she'd lose everything with her husband if he saw it. Then she found herself getting angry with him for allowing this to happen to her. 'Why didn't he give me what I needed?' her brained screamed to her every time she thought of him. She felt herself becoming more and more distant from him. She just kept telling herself, 'he's a good man.'

Tuesday morning brought Patricia a new note from Larry. "Stop in my office after work!" was all it said. She waited till she was certain most of the office staff had left for the day before she threw a few things in her purse, then walked down to Larry's office. She saw no value in knocking since no one else was in the office complex. She opened the door and walked in.

Larry was sitting at his desk waiting for her. The two stared at each other for several seconds. "Strip!" Patricia hesitated, but then laid her purse on the chair in front of his desk and began to take her clothes off. "I was going to ask you how your day was. But then I realized I don't give a fuck how your day was. I don't have much time. But it's been a shitty day. I thought it'd be nice to get some head from my favorite slut." Patricia looked down at the floor as she removed her dress, then her bra and panties. She couldn't look her boss in the eye. "Now get on your hands and knees and crawl around here."

Patricia's head hung in shame as she crawled around the desk, her tits swaying from side to side. She felt those mixed feelings of shame and excitement building in her again. When she turned the back corner of his desk, she saw he'd already pulled his pants down. She crawled till she was right in front of him, then sat back on her calves. She knelt and stared at his cock, wanting to reach out and take it, but also wanting to resist to try and salvage a shred of dignity.

"What the hell are you waiting for you stupid cunt? I know you know what to do. You did it so well last Friday." Patricia reached for his cock with both hands. One cupped his balls while the other began stroking the length of his shaft. "Mmmm! Now that's the slut I've come to know. Get me hard. Then use those tits of yours. I do enjoy fucking them."

She stroked his cock softly as she massaged his nut sack, kneading it gently. She found herself getting turned on as she felt his manhood swelling in her hand. She leaned forward and took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around the head, then licking just below the helmet with the tip of her tongue. She felt her own pussy twitch when she heard Larry groan his approval of her efforts. When his shaft was hard she moved forward, pushed his cock in the valley between her tits and pushed them together, encasing his shaft in her soft tit flesh.

Patricia looked up at Larry as he moaned his approval. "Oh shit! That feels so fucking good." Larry caressed her face as he smiled at her. "You ever give hubby a good tit-fucking?"

She just stared at him as she stroked the length of his cock with her tits. 'He knows exactly how to twist my sick desires against me.' Patricia thought as her shame washed over her again. She looked down at his cock as it popped through the top of her tits with every downward thrust. Instead of answering his question, she began to lick the head of his cock every time it popped through.

Larry stroked her head smiling. "That's ok slut. You don't have to answer. I already know the answer. You're a dirty cheating cock sucking whore, who gets off on being humiliated and degraded. Hubby can't do it for you. So I will. The only thing you're good for is servicing a man's cock. That's why I've got plans for you this coming Saturday. My wife's going to be gone for the whole weekend."

Patricia looked up at him pleading. "Please! I can't get away for the whole day!"

Larry laughed. "Sure you can. Just make up some excuse and lie to your hubby. You should be good at that by now."

"Please no!" She begged.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her off his cock. Then he leaned forward and dropped his other hand between her legs. "Just as I thought. Your pussy is soaked." Then he stroked her clit a few times. Patricia's body shook as she moaned. Larry held her face inches from his. "You filthy slut. You love what I'm doing to you. You're really going to love Saturday. The reason the wife is going to be gone is my roommate from college is visiting for the weekend." He smiled. "He's looking forward to meeting you." He then pulled her head forward and pushed it down on his cock. Patricia opened her mouth knowing what was expected.

Larry held her head in a vise grip with both hands as he worked it up and down. "Look at me slut!" Patricia looked up at him as he kept her mouth stuffed. "Suck that cock you worthless whore. Be a good whore and I'll make sure we go easy on you Saturday." He just smiled down at her as he fucked her face. "You are such a lying, cheating whore. Here you are sucking another man's cock and you're craving every minute of it." His taunting was having the effect on her he knew it would. Her pussy was spasming as he used and humiliated her. "What kind of a fucked up bitch are you? I'm going to find out." He felt his orgasm building. He groaned. "Figure out just how low you'll go. Oh fuck! Here it comes!" He grunted as his first ejaculation hit the back of Patricia's throat.

Patricia felt his cock swell just before he began to shoot his load. She did her best to swallow every drop of his cum as he pumped her head. A string of his cum mingled with her saliva dripped from her mouth and onto her breasts. She found herself getting caught up in his sexual pleasure, her pussy aching to be stuffed as she listened to him moaning and grunting his approval. She knew she was a sick bitch. But she loved being used like this.

Larry released her head as he relaxed in his chair. He sat there reveling in the sensations she continued to give him. He watched her as she slowly, almost lovingly, worked the length of his cock, sucking him dry. Even after he was done, Patricia suckled on his cock as her hand massaged his nut sack. She finally lifted her mouth off his cock with a soft pop, looking up at him as she stroked his deflating cock. A side of her desperately wanted to hear him praise her efforts.

"You are one fucking good cock sucker. This is exactly where you belong. Naked and on your knees between my legs." He pushed his chair back and stood up. "Now get out of my office you worthless whore. And remember Saturday. Now go home and tell your hubby how much you love him." Larry laughed. "I'm just sorry I don't have the time to work up another hard-on so I could fuck your pussy."

Patricia felt like she wanted to crawl out of her skin. The anxiety of what lay ahead of her for the day made her feel like she was going to vomit. The darkness of night always seemed to magnify things and make them worse than they really were. But there was nothing about her situation that was being magnified beyond what it really was. John lay next to her in bed, snoring quietly. She'd lied to him the night before about going shopping all day, and possibly meeting up with a few friends. She knew she'd be lying some more when she got home and he asked about her day. She buried her face in her pillow and sobbed. Then she went through all the possibilities of how he would respond if he saw the video Larry had made of her. She had made herself watch it. She knew her husband would see it as his wife enjoying being fucked by her boss. That's how she saw it. And there was a side of her that did enjoy it.

She rolled over and stared up at the black ceiling. 'How did my life get so messed up?' Her brain cried out. She looked over at her sleeping husband wondering if he'd heard her. She lay in bed till the morning was dawning. She rolled out of bed trying not to awaken her husband and went downstairs to make a pot of coffee. She couldn't stop her hand from shaking as she held her cup of coffee to her mouth. "I'm going to shower and leave before John wakes up. Can't face him."

Patricia slipped out the back door an hour later. She stopped at the local coffee shop. She kept a close eye on her watch. She knew the penalty for being late would be severe. She left the coffee shop with enough time to make it to Larry's house in time. As she pulled into the driveway, the garage door went up. Larry was standing in the garage, directing her to pull into the garage. Patricia did so wanting to scream the whole time.

Larry walked up beside the driver's door as the garage door lowered. He opened her door for her like the gentleman he wasn't. "Good morning!" He greeted her cheerfully. "I hope you're ready for a fun day you stupid bitch! Not that I care." He taunted her as Patricia climbed out of her seat and stood in front of him. "There's been a slight change of plans. My friend Randy brought his son. His son just graduated from college and we thought you would make a nice graduation present for him." Larry just laughed as Patricia's head dropped and she began to sob. "And what makes this even better!" He paused as Patricia looked up at him. "His son's name is John!" Larry laughed out loud. Patricia wailed as she fell against her car. "Every time we use his name you'll be reminded what dirty cheating whore you are."

Larry grabbed her by the arm and led her into the house as she continued to sob. "Gentlemen! This is Patricia. She's a married slut that loves to cheat on her husband." Larry said laughing.

Randy and his son, John, walked up to her. The three men surrounded her like ravenous wolves about to pounce on their prey. "What do you think son?" Randy asked John as they eyed her body up and down.

John walked around her till he was behind her. "Thanks for inviting me you two. This will be my first MILF." He reached around her body with both hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing them. "Oh wow! Nice tits!"

"She knows how to use them too." Larry informed him. "She gives a great tit fuck."

John mauled her tits, almost ripping her dress. "I've really got a thing for older sluts with big tits." He whispered in her ear.

Randy cupped her face as John stepped back. "Larry tells me you're a real slut for cock. You're going to get all the cock you can handle today." Then he gave her a menacing look. "You better give my boy anything he wants today. You're a filthy, worthless whore." Larry had filled them both in on how she got off on being degraded and humiliated. "A filthy, worthless whore does whatever is demanded of her because that's all she's good for. Are you a worthless whore slut?" Patricia stood there, fighting back her tears with lip quivering, unable to answer. Randy slapped her face. "I asked you a question you stupid bitch!"

"Yes!" She sobbed. "I'm a worthless whore."

Larry grabbed her arm again. "Come on!" He said to the guys. "Let's take this downstairs and get this party started." He led them downstairs, Patricia wincing in pain as Larry squeezed her arm. Larry led her to a bed they'd put up in the middle of the main room. "You've got 30 seconds to strip naked, or your clothes will be ripped from you, and you can figure out how you'll dress at the end of the day."

Patricia knew he wasn't joking. She unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor as she reached behind her to unsnap her bra, then shoved her panties down. All three guys laughed as they watched her undress quickly. She stood before them with one hand self=consciously covering her pussy, while the other arm tried to cover her tits.

Randy walked up to her and slapped her hands away. "Nice!" He looked at Larry. "Your idea to have her shave her pussy?"

"Of course! Nothing worse than a hairy pussy. Is it shaved smooth?"

Randy shoved his hand between her legs. "Nope! I feel some stubble." Then he laughed. "But she is soaked. You were right. This slut really loves being humiliated.

Larry walked up to her, spun her around, then threw her on the bed. With one smooth motion he pulled his belt out of his pants, doubled it over and began to spank her ass. "You stupid bitch! I give you one simple order and you can't keep it." Patricia wailed with each slap on her ass. Larry was merciless in his spanking her ass. He finally stopped when the count got to fifteen. Patricia's ass was glowing red. Her face buried in the mattress as she sobbed.

Larry threw his belt down. "Roll her over and tie her down." Randy and John flipped her on her back and spread her arms and legs out, tying them down to the four corners of the bed. Patricia was too scared, and turned on, to put up any kind of struggle. She just watched with wide eyes, her ass burning from the spanking.

"Now let's get the slut's pussy warmed up. You want to see something that's hot, but funny too?"

Both guys cheered, "Hell yes!"

"Watch this." Larry pulled a remote-controlled egg from his pocket and shoved it up her pussy. Patricia moaned softly knowing what was coming. The egg danced to life when Larry hit the switch.

Patricia wailed as her body arched up and off the bed. It felt like an electrical surge was coursing through her body. Larry changed the setting on the egg to a pulsating vibration. Patricia's body began to bounce up and down off the bed as she wailed and grunted.

All three guys were laughing as they enjoyed the show. "I told you she was a horny slut." Larry said laughing. Then he walked over to an end table and pulled out a black sharpie. He walked back to the bed and knelt next to Patricia's body as it writhed on the bed. He then grabbed a fistful of her hair to hold her head still. She looked up at him with wide eyes. "Brand you for the day whore." Larry taunted her. He pulled the cap off the sharpie with his teeth and wrote on her forehead, 'SLUT'. He released her head and climbed off the bed.

Patricia's body continued to spasm and buck off the bed as she grunted and wailed through one orgasm after another. She felt that sensation of losing all control rising inside her.

"Is that all you're going to write on her?" John asked. "I thought you said she got off on that."

Larry threw him the sharpie. "Knock yourself out sport."

John climbed on the bed and straddled her hips to keep her from moving around too much. Then he began to write every degrading name he could think of all over her upper torso. 'WHORE' 'CUMPIG' 'CUMSLUT' 'CUNT' 'COCKSUCKER' 'CHEAP SLUT' 'CHEATING WHORE' Then he wrote 'COW TITS' across her chest. Then he stood up on the bed, still straddling her body and pulled out his phone from his back pocket. "Smile slut!" He said laughing as he took several pics of her laying there. He then jumped off the bed.

"OK! I've heard enough." Larry said as he began to undress. "Time to shut the bitch up." He climbed back on the bed and straddled her face, facing her body, his cock hanging over her face. Then he settled down. "Suck those balls slut." He lowered himself more when Patricia opened her mouth. He lowered himself more when he felt her nose poking at his ass. He smiled at Randy and John as he sat on her face, smothering her. He squatted there for several seconds laughing as Patricia squealed, unable to breath. He finally lifted off her face.