Up The Ass

by on Apr.06, 2009, under BDSM

Clare was beginning to be obsessed with the thought of being dominated by a younger female. She was in her late forties and married to a man who was wealthy and had his own business. She could have anything she wanted except the type of sex she craved and desired. Her husband was always too busy at work or too tired when he got home. 

She turned to the internet at first masturbating at the pictures she found only to find she was more attracted to the thought of a younger woman dominated an older one. The thought was sick but she couldn’t help getting wet and cumming at the pictures and stories. She even tried having sex with a few guys without her husband knowledge only to find it wouldn’t satisfy her need.

Today, she couldn’t find her credit cards and decided to go to Dean’s office to get his. She had only been there once and that was nearly a year ago. It was past closing time and everyone was gone as she arrived. She let herself in using the spare key her husband had given her years ago. The place was dark as she made her way down the long corridor to the office area where she saw light underneath the door. She started to open it when she heard sounds from inside.

“Ow! Ow! Yes mistress!”

Clare slowly turned the doorknob peeking inside the room.

Dean was naked by the desk area squatting down on what looked like a long tube attached to a wooden thing on the floor. Clare noticed the top of the tube disappeared in his asshole and he was rocking up and down on it. His hands were tied behind his back and she could make out between his legs that his balls were tied with a cord. She could see a young girl in her late teens or early twenties sitting at the desk chair with her feet on the desk holding a cord in her hand Each time she pulled on it, Dean would rock down on the tube and moan out in pain.

“Are you ever going to disobey me again,” the girl said with a smile looking down at him.

“No mistress, I promise I’ll be good,” Dean replied in desperation. Sweat was rolling down his back.

The girl pushed her foot up to his face.

“Clean my foot, worm,” she commanded.

Dean started lapping away at the foot shoved in his face.

“You’re going to call that slut wife of yours and tell her you have to work late today,” the girl continued. “She probably rather play with her old cunt than have that tiny worm of yours between her legs anyway. Isn’t that right bitch? Do you want me to go over there and spank your wife’s big butt for you? I bet you’ll get off seeing me dominate the old hag wouldn’t you? Maybe I’ll use her for my seat cushion.”

“Yes mistress,” Dean replied, continuing lapping her foot. “Make the bitch your slave. Beat her big ass. She’s a slut mistress,” Dean pleaded. “Sit on her ugly face.”

Clare was stunned at his words closing the door back up and starting back down the corridor. Her own husband talking about her like that. Her cunt had been soaking wet from watching the action in the room but the humiliation tore at her. 

She could leave the bastard and take everything he had. The image of the girl was still in her mind as she made her way to the front door. The girl was beautiful and despite the humiliation she found herself wishing it was her instead of Dean squatting on that dong, worshipping her feet.

She went back to the car and drove home immediately. Jumping into bed, she came twice with the thought of the girl dominating herself and drifted off to sleep without even hearing Dean come home.

The next morning she awoke to find Dean had already gone. The images were still in her mind as she masturbating in bed thinking of them. She had to try it or she’ll lose her mind, she thought to herself. She got up doing her normal housework and then got dressed deciding to go over to Dean’s place of work that evening around closing time.

The office was still open as she arrived. Everyone seem to be gone as she proceeded back down the corridor till she came to Dean’s office and noticed the young girl was sitting at the secretary desk as she arrived.

She looked up at Clare with a surprised look on her face. “Can I help you,” she asked?

The beauty of the girl and seeing her up close for the first time stunned Clare. It took her a moment to gather herself.

“I’m Clare and I’m here to see my husband,” she said regaining her voice and courage.

“He’s in a meeting right now and can’t be disturbed.” the girl told her. “You can wait if you like.”

“That’s fine,” Clare said, taking a seat on the side. She watched the girl reading some papers on the desk and admired her legs in the short mini-shirt she was wearing. She found herself licking her lips with the thought of crawling underneath her desk licking them. She must have been staring as the girl was looking at her smiling.

“Do you like my legs?” She asked.

Clare was shocked at her comment.

“I’m sorry,” she lied, I must have been daydreaming or something. She wanted to say what she thought but the words just wouldn’t come out. She watched as the girl slowly turned her chair towards her allowing her a glimpse of her inside thighs. 

She almost fainted at the sight of her beautiful white thighs and then gasped in surprise as she widened them slightly exposing her cleavage between them. She had on no panties, as Clare just remained seated staring at her bush underneath. She knew her tongue must have been wagging at the sight but she couldn’t help but stare.

“How about now, do you like this better?” the girl asked with a smile on her face.

“Yes, I mean I’m sorry, yes I do.” There, she said it as she flushed red in humiliation at what she just said.

“Thought so,” the girl replied. Getting up she walked over to Clare who was shaking. “Come with me,” she said. “Your husband will be busy for the next half hour.”

Clare slowly got up and walked behind the girl watching her ass globes shake in the tight skirt she was wearing. Her mouth was watering at the thought of getting inside that skirt. She followed her inside the hall bathroom till she stopped and turned around.

“Get on your knees and beg to lick my cunt,” the girl commanded.

Clare quickly fell to her knees like a dog in heat.

“Please let me lick your cunt. Please.” She begged in desperation.

“Mistress,” the girl demanded.

“Please Mistress let me eat your cunt,” Clare repeated.

She watched as the girl raised her shirt exposing her slight hairy bush to her face. She stared at it waiting to favor its pleasures when she felt her hair being pulled and her face slammed into it. She quickly pushed her tongue out working up and down on her clit. 

This was her dream come true as she lapped and lapped. Her hair felt like it was being pulled out by the roots as she focused on getting the girl to cum working her tongue in and out and up and down her clit. She was close to cumming herself when she felt her cum on her face rocking up and down on her nose and mouth.

“Strip!” the girl commanded pushing her face from her bush.

Clare quickly started removing her blouse and skirt and next the bra and panties. She remained on her knees naked in front of the girl on the cold tile floor. The girl was running her hand through her hair smiling down at her. 

Suddenly, she felt her hair being pulled as she was dragged on her knees into the toilet stall. Her face was pushed down into the bowl as she felt the first spank on her ass.

“Ow!” she yelled. “Ow! Please stop! Ow!”

Her ass was being slapped as if she was a kid being punished and the girl was showing her no mercy. She tried to reach back to protect it only to have her hands slapped and hurt worst.

“Take that you horny old bitch,” the girl was yelling. “And this.” Her ass was on fire as the girl kept hitting it with her palm. “You lesbian bitch, your ass belongs to me,” she continued.

Clare was in tears. “Yes mistress. I’m your bitch. Please no more. I’ll do anything.”

Finally she stopped as Clare remained over the bowl crying.

“Stay in that position till I come back to get you if you know what is good for you,” the girl stated and then departed leaving Clare bent over crying and humiliated. It was a good 15 minutes before she finally returned.

“Come on bitch,” the girl called her.

Clare slowly got up only to have her face slapped hard.

“Get on all fours bitch,” the girl said, slapping her again. “I’ll tell you when you can stand up.”

Dropping to all fours, Clare crawled behind the girl out the bathroom stall back into the hallway. She had forgotten all about Dean and was now wondering where he was as she tried to keep pace. They entered the office as Clare looked up to see Dean hogtied on the desk with his face over the edge. His look of surprise was almost as bad as hers.

“Told you I was going to beat your wife slut ass and make her my slave,” the girl told him pinching his nipple till he yelled out. “She’s a natural slut just like you are.”

She went to the counter and got some rope demanding Clare return to an upright position on the floor. She tied her hands behind her back and then her ankles together.

“Squat slave!” she demanded. “I have a nice little toy for you.”

Clare watched as the young secretary went back to the cabinet and returned with the floor pole object she had seen on Dean earlier. If was a dowel attached to a base and smooth at the top. The girl pulled Clare by the hair till she was hovering above several small clamps on the floor and then got down and attached the wooden pole.

“Now squat your fat ass on that,” she said, slapping her on her right ass cheek.

Clare could see the lust on Dean’s face and turned red in embarrassment. She had come too far and her pussy was so hot. She slowly moved around till she felt the dowel at the entrance to her asshole and then slowly lowered herself on it.  

The object wasn’t very thick but it was long and she had to balance herself. As she was still trying to adjust to her ass being stuffed, the girl returned with several clamps and she watched in horror as she attached them to her clit and tits. The pain shot all through her body. Strings were attached to the ends of the clamps.

She watched the girl return to the desk with the strings in her hands.

“Time for you to put on a show for your hubby,” she said. “You are going to fuck your ass raw on that pole till I feel his pecker is hard.”

She pulled the slit strings as Clare yelled out in pain.

“Fuck it! NOW!” she yelled at Clare.

Clare started rocking back and forth on the pole as the girl continued to toy with her cunt and tits stretching them to their limits. She was smiling at her misery as Tom was staring wide-eyed with his mouth still taped. Her asshole was burning in pain as she started begging the girl for mercy promising anything she wanted.

The girl finally quit and got up untying Dean’s arms and legs. She commanded him to get off the desk and grabbing his cock lead him to Clare.

“Shove your cock up your bitch’s mouth,” she demanded of Dean.

Clare opened up. Her cunt was on fire and she was so horny as Dean shoved all 8 inches in her mouth with one push. She heard a slap and felt his cock shove deeper in her mouth rocking her farther back on the pole. The girl was slapping his ass as he was fucking her mouth with each slap. 

She had never felt so humiliated and embarrassed but at the same time she was so horny she would have done anything. She was close to coming herself, when her mouth was filled with his cum and dripping down her chin.

“I didn’t say you could cum!!” the girl screamed at him and slapped his face. “Turn around bitch.”

Clare watched as Dean turned around and the girl made him bend over. She went to his desk and returned with a dildo attached to a rubber belt. She walked over to Clare and attached the belt around her face. There was a small dildo on the other side that went in her mouth while the larger one was sticking out in front.

She patted Clare on the face cheek. Time to return the favor she said smiling at her before getting up and grabbing Dean’s hair forced him backwards towards Clare.

“Shove it up his ass and fuck the bitch.” She demanded.

Clare didn’t need any encouragement. Her own asshole was sore and Dean’s pounding in her mouth had added to her own misery. She immediately shoved at his asshole and tried to push the dildo up his big butt. Dean must have been fucked plenty of times as she had very little trouble getting it started and his pushing back on it helped it along. She was getting excited watching it go in and out his ass. Serves the bastard right for cheating on me she thought as she pushed harder and harder.

The secretary was encouraging her on as Dean moans from above told her the rimming was getting to him. She didn’t care at this point as she shoved as far in as she could.

“Good little bitches,” the secretary said, patting each on the head. “Now that each of you had your fun it’s my turn.”

She pushed Clare’s face away from Dean’s ass as the dildo popped out of his asshole. “Get up bitch,” she told Clare.

Clare rose off the floor pole and almost fell to the carpet. She had been squatting for so long all the blood had rushed out her legs. Finally, she managed to stand up.

The secretary went to the desk and returned with two pens. She had both of them turn around as she pushed each pen into their loosen assholes.

“Now each of you are going to walk around the room and wiggle your fannies as you walk. Bitch,” she said, looking at Clare. “You are going to pull and tweak your tits as you walk and repeat I am a lesbian bitch.”

“You,” she said, looking at Dean, “are going to do the same except you will pull and twist on your cock and say I am a worthless dicky. Now get moving bitches.”

Clare and Dean both started walking around wiggling their fannies and pulling their tits and cocks and saying what their mistress demanded. The girl had returned to the desk chair and took a seat watching them and laughing at their plight. She was stroking her pussy with her feet on Dean’s large desk.

“Slap your asses with one hand,” she demanded.

The couple started slapping their wiggling butts as they proceeded around the room repeating their instructions. Several times they were told to slap the others ass because they weren’t do a good enough job on it. When mistress called them over, they were exhausted and immediately got to their knees as demanded by her side. Dean was commanded to clean her wet pussy, which had just come while Clare had to clean her fingers.

“Bitch,” she said, looking at Clare. “You will be my new secretary and will work after hours as your bitch husband. By the way, I pimp him out after hours and you will join him. There are plenty of men and women who will pay dearly to beat or fuck a corporate manager or his wife. By the way, the cleaning lady gets it free once a week. And guess what? Here she is.”

Clare looked at the doorway in surprise. A large black lady was standing there totally naked with a belt in one hand and a strap-on dong in the other. Clare gasped in fear.

“Freya, why don’t you introduce yourself to my new bitch? Bet you didn’t know the bitch had a wife.” The girl laughed.

Clare saw the black woman smiling and walking over. Her hands and ankles were still tied as the woman grabbed her ear and pulled her over to the window.  “Stand against the pane so everyone outside can see your fucking body,” she whispered in her ear. “I’m going to beat your white ass raw.”

Swish, swish. Clare was flat against the pain rubbing her tits all over it as the belt started descending on her ass mounds. The woman was showing no mercy as she started crying and begging for mercy.

“Do you want me to continue or fuck your butt?” the woman said.

“Fuck my ass,” Clare shouted. “I can’t take any more. Please.”

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