I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the fifth of the ten interviews I have worked on over the last three years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
Chapter Four.
James brings home a housekeeper, Janice brings home a lover.
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James suggested that we look for a house this weekend. The new sales office is up and running. The feds and I just settled. The company is doing well. I was expecting to look at quaint little houses but he insists we need something bigger if we want to make any money on it when we sell it. I explained that just the cleaning would take up most of a day. He agreed to find someone to clean it. With both of us working it makes sense I guess.
It took six weeks but we finally agreed on a nice four bedroom ranch in an established neighborhood. It has many younger families moving in as the older ones moved or passed on. I never knew James had such passions for decorating but he had strong opinions for the house especially the bedrooms. In the end I should have trusted him it came out beautiful. More feminine than I would have expected from a man. Only the master bedroom had the feel of masculinity. Robert and Russ swooned over the decor declaring their favorite bedroom as their place to stay when they were in town. I wondered if they helped with the color choices.
We moved in over a month ago. I love the house. It feels like ours. The neighbors have been great. It's close to shopping and is still only three hours from the main office. I usually go every other week with Lisa and Tyrone the local sales people. We drive my company car.
They go to sales meetings and I catch up on any new developments. James has suggested I need to stop going. He reminds me I am the boss. He may be right on paper but Robert has done such a spectacular job I let him run everything. Only now I know how to read financial reports and cash flow projections.
I hired a cleaning service twice but James has promised to find someone private to do it so we have the same person each time. He says he has talked to a woman with cleaning experience. She came highly recommended but I am not sure when she is coming. In the mean time we spend weekends together shopping for furnishings. It has gone slow but I think he likes it that way.
The bedroom has been a special place. We make love several times a week down from almost daily. I am his slut in the true sense once a month at least. He ties me up in some fashion and torments me. He keeps me on the edge of coming for hours. Sometimes it's dark before he brings me off. There isn't a part of me that is off limits to him. James usually finds a way to stimulate them all.
I suggested more often but he worry's it might become stale. Besides there are only so many ways to push the limits without going past it. I disagreed at first but with his usual wisdom the longer we are together I know he is right. Straight sex with him is always special for me.
When we have one of our super slut nights it lasts well into the morning. My body is usually so spent and wracked from the multiple orgasms I wonder if I could ever survive another one. But then my desires build and a month later the overwhelming need to be dominated kicks in. I let him know I am at that point by finding some way to get under his skin. James has learned to play along for several days then 'snap' taking me by surprise.
Last night was one of those. He usually waits for a Friday or Saturday night so we don't have to work the next day but last night I must have pushed him far enough. It started earlier in the week I was hoping to build it up for the weekend but I was in the kitchen tossing a salad. Bitchy from a frustrating day at the office (I don't even remember what it was about) I had thrown on a pair of work out shorts and a spaghetti string tee shirt to make dinner.
"Where is your dress?" He barked as he walked into the kitchen.
I thought nothing of it. It was Wednesday. I thought I would piss him off a bit by being defiant. I knew Friday night I would be begging for forgiveness.
"I decided to take it off!" I snarled." Where have you been? You're late?"
He really wasn't but I was in a spunky mood. Without a word he reached for my shorts and panties and pulled them past my knees. Grabbing the oil for the salad dressing he poured it over my ass. With one hand he pushed me over the counter mashing my tits in the bowl of vegetables. With the other hand he unzipped his slacks. Pulling out his semi hard cock he slicked it up with the oil on my ass cheeks. I knew better than to say anything or protest. Thoroughly lubed he pushed me up until my feet left the floor then placed his cock at my asshole. Pushing past my lack of resistance he filled my ass.
"Oh god Jimmy that feels so good!" I swooned.
"Shut up slut you will not talk again or I will gag you!" He smacked my ass as he fucked me hard. "Top off now!"
I struggled to remove my top the counter was a mess with food and oil all over. He was struggling to keep me up.
"Turn over and on the island now!" He was as commanding as he ever was. I was well past wet now. I laid on my back he held my legs up ripping the remaining clothes from my legs. From there he shoved his hard cock back up my back tunnel. I moaned in pleasure.
"So you're enjoying this slut!" He yelled. "We'll we need to correct that!"
He looked around the counter and found a carrot. Picking it up he looked some more and found what he wanted. A cucumber. It was long and thick I could see the pimply surface. It too was covered in oil. Before I could prepare myself he started shoving it up my pussy.
"Don't you dare cum slut! Tonight you are going to pay for what you did!" He seemed incensed.
My tits covered in oil and bits of salad clinging to my torso. The cucumber was almost all the way in my pussy he was jack hammering my ass as he held my legs up. I wasn't sure if I had really done something. He acted really was pissed. This wasn't his style. I wasn't exactly scared but I was worried. He started looking around and pulled out the drawer beside him. A wicked smile crossed his face.
He pulled out the clips that hold the chip bags closed. He had one on each nipple and each pussy lip as fast as he could pull them from the drawer.
James pulled his cock from my ass and spanked my clit with the oily rod. It actually hurt as it pressed against the cucumber. I winced a couple of times but didn't cry out. He shove his cock back in my ass and pummeled it again before I felt his hot cum filling my bottom. He cried out as his orgasm rocked through his body. He looked unsteady. I could feel his cock swell against the cucumber as it spurted deep inside.
"Stay there and don't move. I will be back." He barked as he pulled from my ass.
I lay on the counter covered in food and oil. A cucumber still stuffed in my pussy. Cum leaking from my sill distended ass. I thought I heard the shower running. I lay there not moving, not even cleaning my body. I did just as he told me to. He came back wearing a robe. He grabbed my tits and pulled me over the slippery counter until my head was hanging off. James opened the robe he offered me his growing cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked him in.
He wanted something more. He wanted to punish me I guessed. He gripped my nipples and held them hard as he fucked my mouth. He had never treated me this way before. Rough yes. Firm for sure. But he always mixed gentle pain with even more gentle pleasure. This was all about control tonight. I searched to try and remember what I had done to deserve this. He held my neck keeping me from breathing as he shoved his cock down my throat to places it had never been. Light headed and coughing he was relentless. Then I felt it coming. He was ready. Thank god I thought. I braced to take the load in my mouth.
James pulled from my mouth and jacked his cock covering my tits, neck, and especially my face. Cum was everywhere. In my eyes. Up my nose he even got some in one ear. It was dripping from my hair. I have never felt so violated!
Maybe if he had played some game with it. Maybe if he teased me? Maybe if he made me feel slutty I could have accepted it, but this was cold and calculating. I hated myself for letting him treat me this way. This wasn't love!
"Get up you slut!" James was still pissed about something. I didn't know what and he wasn't letting me ask why. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He held me to the mirror and let me look at myself.
"I want you to look in the mirror what do you see?" I looked a mess. James cum was now dripping the other direction. The salad oil helping it find the tile floor.
