Double Life---Part 4 by Headhunter
This is a continuation of a story about an innocent housewife and mother who is tricked into being sexually humiliated by a perverse and manipulative boss. When we left our heroine (?) she was being blackmailed into performing in sexy underwear for the Security Chief and her boss, Mr. Jones. They had gotten Mrs. Jennifer Frost, Jen for short, to masturbate for them while they photographed her "act". The only problem is Jennifer is strangely excited by the humiliation, even though it goes against all of her moral and ****** values.
Part 4
The Chief and Mr. Jones watched intently as Jen thrust two and then three fingers between her red and engourged pussy lips. The fabric of her split crotch panties was wet and gaping open. Their view was unobstructed since Jennifer had shaved off all of her pubic hair. The video camera on the Security Chief's sholder whirred and the record light blinked red. "Another short film starring his favorite employee", thought the Chief, as he used his free hand to shift his tented pants for comfort. The Chief looked over at Mr. Jones, "What a pervert", he thought, "but he was a smart pervert. He got this sexy slut mother doing things she never thought she would do."
Mr. Jones continued to stroke his cock and snapped a few still photo's with an instant camera the Chief had brought with him. Jen was leaning back against Mr. Jone's desk. Legs spread obscenely, Her pink hard nipples pointing at the ceiling through the open tipped bra. Both of her hands worked at her crotch. One hand held her pussy open while the other pistoned in and out, making a squishing sound. Jennifer's head was thrown back eyes tightly closed, as the cameras caught this moment of abandonment for posterity.
After Jones spurted his seed, he picked up Jennifer's shirt and casually wiped the sticky cum from his fingers and shrinking cock on her clothes. Jennifer, oblivious to it all, was reaching an intense orgasm, while the Chief chanted, "Go slut, go! Go slut, go!" And the camera kept running.
After her orgasm subsided Jennifer came out of her trance and blushing red, picked up her clothes and began putting them on. She noticed the wet stringy cum stains on the front of her shirt. "Am I still fired? Are you going to destroy me?" she pleaded. "I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure. You really do understand that you must obey my every whim, Jen", replied Mr. Jones. "I'll tell you what, I haven't eaten yet, show the Chief how you make my lunch enjoyable while I think about what to do with you."
Deeply humiliated and ashamed, Jennifer dropped her clothes and scrambled back onto Mr. Jones' desk. She didn't even think twice about raising and spreading her legs into the widely separated drawers. Once in position she placed the lunch plate between her legs and looked expectantly at her boss. With an evil grin at the Chief, Jones sat at his desk and began eating his lunch. After a few bites he couldn't resist the wet pussy in front of him. The split crotch panties still gaped open exposing red lips and the smooth valley of glistening shadow that lay between them. He grined up at Jen, "you look good enough to eat, Mrs. Frost." Jones took the spoon and slowly ran the rounded tip from the bottom of Jen's quim to the top. Inserting it only milimeters and gently spliting her moist vulva. At the top of her slit he noticed that several pearly drops of cunt juice had collected in the spoon. With great flourish he moved the spoon to his mouth, and while rolling his eyes in delight and mugging for the camera, Jones said, "nectar of the God's, cunt juice for my very own slut, Mrs. Jennifer Frost, wife, mother, book-keeper and personal display cunt and tits to Mr. Frank Jones!"
Despite the unbelieveable humiliation, Jennifer could feel her slit rapidy replace the moisture that Jones had just scooped away. "Let me taste some of that", demanded the chief, finally dropping the camera. He pulled himself up next to Jones picked up another spoon and roughly jammed it between Jen's labia. Both men began to laugh and joke. The spoons began to dip one after another into Jen's pussy to be licked clean by the men. Each spoon moving deeper into her vagina. Quickly all pretense of eating was dropped and the two men took turns masterbating Jennifer with the eating utensils.
After another orgasm from Jen the men stood up and whispered quietly to themselves. Jennifer was left to recover on the desk top. Half of the handle of one spoon was protruding from her cunt, the other couldn't be seen. The Chief's spoon was inserted completely its handle hidden by Jen's now loose and floppy pussy lips.
With Jennifer in this very vunerable position, Jones spoke to her, "Well OK, I won't fire you for now. But take the afternoon off. I want you to go back to the beuaty parlor. Get a professional bikini wax. I can still see and feel some stubble on your box. Also get some nice long red fingernails. I really want to be able to see you fingers on your pussy when you put on your show for me ---and my friends." After she dressed and was leaving the office, Jones called out, "Oh! by the way Jennifer don't bother with any underwear in the office from now on. See you Monday!" Jennifer rushed from the office trying to hide the cum stains on her shirt from her co-workers. It really didn't matter most of them knew by now that something was up with Jones and Jennifer. They just didn't know what.
************** Jennifer pulled her car onto the street where Mr. Jones lived. She was surprised to see a large number of cars parked on the street, somebody must be having a party she thought. I hope nobody sees me here, but maybe that can be my excuse. If I am seen by someone, everyone will just think I'm at the party. She saw an opening between two cars and carefully parked the large ****** station wagon. Her stomach was still doing flip-flops. What perverse show would Jones have her put on for him tonight. Then, with horror, she realized that all of these cars were parked in front of Jones's house...
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That afternoon Jennifer went back to the beauty salon and had a full hot bikini wax on her lower belly, groin and upper thighs. It hurt terribly as the wax was pulled away from her skin riping out the offending hair. To add to her embarrassment, when she was having the long false nails glued to her fingers she could hear the women in the shop snickering behind her back about the blond whore. She was late picking up her kids again, which made her feel even more shame.
She hadn't painted the nails red like Frank Jones wanted, she would do that Monday morning. So she was able to hide her hands from her ******. But it was difficult for her to do household chores and fix dinner. Over the weekend Jennifer remained distant to her ******. Her husband rolled on top of her Saturday night, but the sex was uninspired and Jennifer faked an orgasm when her husband shot his load into her less than responsive belly. Bill began to think that something was seriously wrong with his wife, but she always seemed to have a resonable excuse for her changed behavior. It wasn't until Sunday morning, when Jennifer had a hard time turning the pages in the church hymnal, that Bill noticed the one inch fingernails.
On Monday morning Jennifer got her ****** off. She painted her nails with a bright red polish that she had found at the drug store. It was something that a wild teenager or a hooker might wear, certainly not a middle-aged housewife. Under a conservative dress, Jennifer was delightfully nude, not even stockings. She just didn't know exactly what Jones expected. So her entire wardrobe consisted of the dress and a pair of flat shoes. She would grant him the "no underwear" demand, but Jennifer couldn't bring herself to wear a short skirt and high heels with no underwear. She had to have some decency after all.
Mr. Jones was busy in the morning and it wasn't until after lunch that Jennifer was called to his office. She had been very carefull all day when walking and moving about. She didn't want her co-workers to notice her lack of foundation garments. She shut the door behind her. Jones looking up from his desk said in a matter-of-fact voice, "Nice fingernails, drop the dress and finger-fuck yourself you slut." Jennifer was frozen by his simple tone. She was just a piece of meat to him. She looked around confused over where to go in the office. Jones noticed her uncertainty, "come lay on the floor next to my desk, so I can get a good view while I work on this contract for the Japanese Company."
Like a zombie Jennifer moved beside the desk. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Jones, for the first time since beginning to subjugate Mrs. Frost, had a complete view of her nakedness. His mouth hung open as he drank in the creamy whiteness of her unblemished skin. The mound that pouted between her thighs was smooth ans looked almost like it was chisled in pure marble. As gracefully as she could, Jennifer lowered herself to the floor. "Don't be shy, spread those legs and diddle yourself. I want you naked on my floor howling at the ceiling. The perfect position for a cunt like you. Thats all you are good for, putting on a sex show."
Jennifer realized that his discription was right. God how had she come to this. Naked on her back on the floor of all places, shaved cunt, dipping her long red fingers into herself while a dirty old man sat over her and began jerking off. She shivered involuntarily, but was it from shame or excitment. She closed her eyes and imagined what she must look like. For his part Jones was enthralled. He had done it, he contolled and debased her. He loved the way her unrestrained tits shimmied across her rib cage as the hands began working faster on her pussy. She was beautiful and she was his to humiliate.
As Jennifer approached her orgasm she felt something on her breast. For the first time Jones touched her. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Mr. Jones kneeling next to her, his erect penis sticking out of his zipper, bobbing crazily to his movements. He was grasping her left breast in one hand. Holding it still, while his other hand painted her nipple with an indelable bright red marking pen. She gasped. "Hold still for a minute Jen. Your fingernails are red, but I can hardly see your nipples, they are so pale. So I thought I'd brighten them up to match your nails. Your nipples are nice and hard though. You've got such nice titties, this will make them look just perfect." Jones grinned down at Jennifer and began working on the other milk white breast.
"More to try to hide from Bill," thought Jen as she allowed her had to fall back on the carpet, and her orgasm began to over take her. She could still feel Jones holding her right breast, she could feel the scratchy tip of the marker on her nipple. She could feel an electric schock running from her fleshy tit to her clit. Then she could feel nothing except the warmth spreading from her cunt. Her whole body felt nothing but the waves of pleasure coming from her finger stuffed cunt.
After a few minutes Jen began to recover her senses. She had recovered from her mind-bending orgasm enough to feel something hot hitting her stomach and breasts. She opened her eyes, just in time for a hot string of Jones's jism to shoot out of his purple cockhead, arc through the air, and land on her neck, chin and nose. The last drop of the pearly sperm splashed into her eyes causing her to scream and crab away across the floor on her back.
With a loud laugh, Jones said, "look at you crawling across my floor like an animal in heat. God, you are a good for nothing fuck slut. That beautiful body of yours is built to take the cum of men like me." Jen looked around, garish painted nipples and fingers, bald pussy and bleached blond hair, crawling like the lowest form of being. He is right, the confused housewife thought, this IS what she had become. The part of her that was wife and mother didn't recognize the floor crawling, tit swinging, pussy dripping, orgasm craving, exhibitionist.
"Get dressed and get out of here, Jen. I'll call you this afternoon when I'm done with this important Japanese contract," stated Jones in a smug and superior voice. "Yes Sir," was the only reply Jennifer could muster has she wiped the sperm from her face, retrived her dress and quietly left the office. She could feel her dress sticking to her stomach. She hoped that the wet cum wouldn't show through the dress. She quickly walked back to her bookkeeping cubicle. She hadn't gotten much work done in the past week. She sat and daydreamed. Waiting for the call from Jones' office. Dreading it and anticipating it at the same time. She looked at the ****** picture that sat on her desk. The happy smiling ****** began to look different to her, as if she weren't really part of them anymore.
About three hours later, the phone rang on Jen's desk. "Get in here", growled Jones, "and you had better do just what I say. No questions asked, or everybody in town will see the down and dirty Mrs. Jennifer Frost videos." Jennifer literally ran to the office. As she entered she was surprised to see two very well dressed oriental gentlemen seated in front of Jones' desk.
"Ahh, here is our special assistant now gentlemen," smiled Mr. Jones using his best salesman voice. "Mrs. Jennifer Frost, this is Mr. Haki and Mr. Lee of Takamuri Plastics, Japan. Gentlemen, this is my special assistant Mrs. Jennifer Frost. She is a typical American wife, and the mother of two beautiful children. She is held in high regard by her ****** and community. But most important for you gentlemen she wants you to see her beautiful American wife body and show you all of her considerable female charms." Jen was shocked at the statement. Mr. Jones had blackmailed her into putting on perverted shows for him and even the crude Security Chief, but now she was expected to display herself in front of these two complete strangers, foriengers no less. How had she sunk so low? Jen looked pleadingly at Jones, but his return stare said it all, "take off the dress, or else." With trembling fingers Jen began to unbutton her dress. Lee and Haki hadn't even bothered to stand when J en entered the room, their oriental smugness came across as classic male, Japanese superiority, with a particular taste for blonde Americans.
Jennifer was so embarrased that she kept her eyes downcast as her dress slipped to the floor for the second time in the day. "Ahhhh", both busnessmen exclaimed as Jennifer's body came into view, "I see Mr. Jones san, that you have trained her well. A beautiful woman who knows her place. Head bowed, naked in front of her superiors. You are to be commended, we will like doing business with a man like you. We will sign the contract after you show us further your control over this, how do you say, submissive slut?" Jones, beaming at the prospect of a big contract with the Japanese firm readily agreed for Jen to put on a show.
Jones pulled his chair alongside the visitors cleared the papers from his desk and ordered Jennifer to climb up on his desk. It was like she was on a stage and the three men were her audience.
************************ Jennifer walked cautiously up to Mr. Jones's front door. She could hear the sounds of male laughs as she tentitively rang the doorbell. In no time the door opened. Inside the smoke filled living room a dozen men stood smoking cigars, laughing and drinking. A big screen TV was on in one corner. The room fell silent as Jones ushered Jennifer into the room. In the quiet Jennifer's eyes were drawn to the TV because of the moans coming from the speakers. To Jennifer's surprise the video made by the Security Chief masterbating was playing. As Jennfer looked at the screen it was filled with a 50 inch wide bald pussy, with her fingers thrusting in and out of the wetness. The silence was broken when Jones announced, "Fellas, the live entertainment has arrived."
God! another sex show for more strange men, thought Jennifer. As she stood there surrounded by cheering men, she recalled that show for the Japanese men. It had only been a couple of days ago. But to Jennifer it seemed like an eternity.
***************************************************** Jennifer sat on the edge of the desk, her legs tightly together and arms crossed infront of her. But she could not hide all of her mature jiggling tit flesh. "Mr. Jones, how she got such red tips on her titties?", Mr. Lee asked in broken English. Jones laughed, "I painted them, the ink will wear off in a couple of days. her nipple were so pale I could harly notice them. Mrs. Frost's tits are one of her best features. I wanted them to stand out." "AHH", said Haki, "like we paint up our Geshia girls. But our Geshia Girls have hair down there, heh, heh heh, heh. I like to see American mother fucky, fucky hole with no hair." "You heard the man, Jennifer," ordered Jones, "let him see your hairless, fucky, fucky hole!" Jennifer didn't respond, she felt cheap and didn't know exacty what the oriental man with the heavy accent wanted. In exasperation Jones said, "Stand up on the desk and spread those legs."
Jennifer stood up her head still bowed, but now from the desk top her eyes fell on the three man audience. She spread her legs to sholder width. The men leered directly up at her smooth and creamy thighs and mound. Against her own will jen could feel moisture begining to form in the crevice of her pussy.
This is a continuation of a story about an innocent housewife and mother who is tricked into being sexually humiliated by a perverse and manipulative boss. When we left our heroine (?) she was being blackmailed into performing in sexy underwear for the Security Chief and her boss, Mr. Jones. They had gotten Mrs. Jennifer Frost, Jen for short, to masturbate for them while they photographed her "act". The only problem is Jennifer is strangely excited by the humiliation, even though it goes against all of her moral and ****** values.
Part 4
The Chief and Mr. Jones watched intently as Jen thrust two and then three fingers between her red and engourged pussy lips. The fabric of her split crotch panties was wet and gaping open. Their view was unobstructed since Jennifer had shaved off all of her pubic hair. The video camera on the Security Chief's sholder whirred and the record light blinked red. "Another short film starring his favorite employee", thought the Chief, as he used his free hand to shift his tented pants for comfort. The Chief looked over at Mr. Jones, "What a pervert", he thought, "but he was a smart pervert. He got this sexy slut mother doing things she never thought she would do."
Mr. Jones continued to stroke his cock and snapped a few still photo's with an instant camera the Chief had brought with him. Jen was leaning back against Mr. Jone's desk. Legs spread obscenely, Her pink hard nipples pointing at the ceiling through the open tipped bra. Both of her hands worked at her crotch. One hand held her pussy open while the other pistoned in and out, making a squishing sound. Jennifer's head was thrown back eyes tightly closed, as the cameras caught this moment of abandonment for posterity.
After Jones spurted his seed, he picked up Jennifer's shirt and casually wiped the sticky cum from his fingers and shrinking cock on her clothes. Jennifer, oblivious to it all, was reaching an intense orgasm, while the Chief chanted, "Go slut, go! Go slut, go!" And the camera kept running.
After her orgasm subsided Jennifer came out of her trance and blushing red, picked up her clothes and began putting them on. She noticed the wet stringy cum stains on the front of her shirt. "Am I still fired? Are you going to destroy me?" she pleaded. "I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure. You really do understand that you must obey my every whim, Jen", replied Mr. Jones. "I'll tell you what, I haven't eaten yet, show the Chief how you make my lunch enjoyable while I think about what to do with you."
Deeply humiliated and ashamed, Jennifer dropped her clothes and scrambled back onto Mr. Jones' desk. She didn't even think twice about raising and spreading her legs into the widely separated drawers. Once in position she placed the lunch plate between her legs and looked expectantly at her boss. With an evil grin at the Chief, Jones sat at his desk and began eating his lunch. After a few bites he couldn't resist the wet pussy in front of him. The split crotch panties still gaped open exposing red lips and the smooth valley of glistening shadow that lay between them. He grined up at Jen, "you look good enough to eat, Mrs. Frost." Jones took the spoon and slowly ran the rounded tip from the bottom of Jen's quim to the top. Inserting it only milimeters and gently spliting her moist vulva. At the top of her slit he noticed that several pearly drops of cunt juice had collected in the spoon. With great flourish he moved the spoon to his mouth, and while rolling his eyes in delight and mugging for the camera, Jones said, "nectar of the God's, cunt juice for my very own slut, Mrs. Jennifer Frost, wife, mother, book-keeper and personal display cunt and tits to Mr. Frank Jones!"
Despite the unbelieveable humiliation, Jennifer could feel her slit rapidy replace the moisture that Jones had just scooped away. "Let me taste some of that", demanded the chief, finally dropping the camera. He pulled himself up next to Jones picked up another spoon and roughly jammed it between Jen's labia. Both men began to laugh and joke. The spoons began to dip one after another into Jen's pussy to be licked clean by the men. Each spoon moving deeper into her vagina. Quickly all pretense of eating was dropped and the two men took turns masterbating Jennifer with the eating utensils.
After another orgasm from Jen the men stood up and whispered quietly to themselves. Jennifer was left to recover on the desk top. Half of the handle of one spoon was protruding from her cunt, the other couldn't be seen. The Chief's spoon was inserted completely its handle hidden by Jen's now loose and floppy pussy lips.
With Jennifer in this very vunerable position, Jones spoke to her, "Well OK, I won't fire you for now. But take the afternoon off. I want you to go back to the beuaty parlor. Get a professional bikini wax. I can still see and feel some stubble on your box. Also get some nice long red fingernails. I really want to be able to see you fingers on your pussy when you put on your show for me ---and my friends." After she dressed and was leaving the office, Jones called out, "Oh! by the way Jennifer don't bother with any underwear in the office from now on. See you Monday!" Jennifer rushed from the office trying to hide the cum stains on her shirt from her co-workers. It really didn't matter most of them knew by now that something was up with Jones and Jennifer. They just didn't know what.
************** Jennifer pulled her car onto the street where Mr. Jones lived. She was surprised to see a large number of cars parked on the street, somebody must be having a party she thought. I hope nobody sees me here, but maybe that can be my excuse. If I am seen by someone, everyone will just think I'm at the party. She saw an opening between two cars and carefully parked the large ****** station wagon. Her stomach was still doing flip-flops. What perverse show would Jones have her put on for him tonight. Then, with horror, she realized that all of these cars were parked in front of Jones's house...
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That afternoon Jennifer went back to the beauty salon and had a full hot bikini wax on her lower belly, groin and upper thighs. It hurt terribly as the wax was pulled away from her skin riping out the offending hair. To add to her embarrassment, when she was having the long false nails glued to her fingers she could hear the women in the shop snickering behind her back about the blond whore. She was late picking up her kids again, which made her feel even more shame.
She hadn't painted the nails red like Frank Jones wanted, she would do that Monday morning. So she was able to hide her hands from her ******. But it was difficult for her to do household chores and fix dinner. Over the weekend Jennifer remained distant to her ******. Her husband rolled on top of her Saturday night, but the sex was uninspired and Jennifer faked an orgasm when her husband shot his load into her less than responsive belly. Bill began to think that something was seriously wrong with his wife, but she always seemed to have a resonable excuse for her changed behavior. It wasn't until Sunday morning, when Jennifer had a hard time turning the pages in the church hymnal, that Bill noticed the one inch fingernails.
On Monday morning Jennifer got her ****** off. She painted her nails with a bright red polish that she had found at the drug store. It was something that a wild teenager or a hooker might wear, certainly not a middle-aged housewife. Under a conservative dress, Jennifer was delightfully nude, not even stockings. She just didn't know exactly what Jones expected. So her entire wardrobe consisted of the dress and a pair of flat shoes. She would grant him the "no underwear" demand, but Jennifer couldn't bring herself to wear a short skirt and high heels with no underwear. She had to have some decency after all.
Mr. Jones was busy in the morning and it wasn't until after lunch that Jennifer was called to his office. She had been very carefull all day when walking and moving about. She didn't want her co-workers to notice her lack of foundation garments. She shut the door behind her. Jones looking up from his desk said in a matter-of-fact voice, "Nice fingernails, drop the dress and finger-fuck yourself you slut." Jennifer was frozen by his simple tone. She was just a piece of meat to him. She looked around confused over where to go in the office. Jones noticed her uncertainty, "come lay on the floor next to my desk, so I can get a good view while I work on this contract for the Japanese Company."
Like a zombie Jennifer moved beside the desk. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Jones, for the first time since beginning to subjugate Mrs. Frost, had a complete view of her nakedness. His mouth hung open as he drank in the creamy whiteness of her unblemished skin. The mound that pouted between her thighs was smooth ans looked almost like it was chisled in pure marble. As gracefully as she could, Jennifer lowered herself to the floor. "Don't be shy, spread those legs and diddle yourself. I want you naked on my floor howling at the ceiling. The perfect position for a cunt like you. Thats all you are good for, putting on a sex show."
Jennifer realized that his discription was right. God how had she come to this. Naked on her back on the floor of all places, shaved cunt, dipping her long red fingers into herself while a dirty old man sat over her and began jerking off. She shivered involuntarily, but was it from shame or excitment. She closed her eyes and imagined what she must look like. For his part Jones was enthralled. He had done it, he contolled and debased her. He loved the way her unrestrained tits shimmied across her rib cage as the hands began working faster on her pussy. She was beautiful and she was his to humiliate.
As Jennifer approached her orgasm she felt something on her breast. For the first time Jones touched her. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Mr. Jones kneeling next to her, his erect penis sticking out of his zipper, bobbing crazily to his movements. He was grasping her left breast in one hand. Holding it still, while his other hand painted her nipple with an indelable bright red marking pen. She gasped. "Hold still for a minute Jen. Your fingernails are red, but I can hardly see your nipples, they are so pale. So I thought I'd brighten them up to match your nails. Your nipples are nice and hard though. You've got such nice titties, this will make them look just perfect." Jones grinned down at Jennifer and began working on the other milk white breast.
"More to try to hide from Bill," thought Jen as she allowed her had to fall back on the carpet, and her orgasm began to over take her. She could still feel Jones holding her right breast, she could feel the scratchy tip of the marker on her nipple. She could feel an electric schock running from her fleshy tit to her clit. Then she could feel nothing except the warmth spreading from her cunt. Her whole body felt nothing but the waves of pleasure coming from her finger stuffed cunt.
After a few minutes Jen began to recover her senses. She had recovered from her mind-bending orgasm enough to feel something hot hitting her stomach and breasts. She opened her eyes, just in time for a hot string of Jones's jism to shoot out of his purple cockhead, arc through the air, and land on her neck, chin and nose. The last drop of the pearly sperm splashed into her eyes causing her to scream and crab away across the floor on her back.
With a loud laugh, Jones said, "look at you crawling across my floor like an animal in heat. God, you are a good for nothing fuck slut. That beautiful body of yours is built to take the cum of men like me." Jen looked around, garish painted nipples and fingers, bald pussy and bleached blond hair, crawling like the lowest form of being. He is right, the confused housewife thought, this IS what she had become. The part of her that was wife and mother didn't recognize the floor crawling, tit swinging, pussy dripping, orgasm craving, exhibitionist.
"Get dressed and get out of here, Jen. I'll call you this afternoon when I'm done with this important Japanese contract," stated Jones in a smug and superior voice. "Yes Sir," was the only reply Jennifer could muster has she wiped the sperm from her face, retrived her dress and quietly left the office. She could feel her dress sticking to her stomach. She hoped that the wet cum wouldn't show through the dress. She quickly walked back to her bookkeeping cubicle. She hadn't gotten much work done in the past week. She sat and daydreamed. Waiting for the call from Jones' office. Dreading it and anticipating it at the same time. She looked at the ****** picture that sat on her desk. The happy smiling ****** began to look different to her, as if she weren't really part of them anymore.
About three hours later, the phone rang on Jen's desk. "Get in here", growled Jones, "and you had better do just what I say. No questions asked, or everybody in town will see the down and dirty Mrs. Jennifer Frost videos." Jennifer literally ran to the office. As she entered she was surprised to see two very well dressed oriental gentlemen seated in front of Jones' desk.
"Ahh, here is our special assistant now gentlemen," smiled Mr. Jones using his best salesman voice. "Mrs. Jennifer Frost, this is Mr. Haki and Mr. Lee of Takamuri Plastics, Japan. Gentlemen, this is my special assistant Mrs. Jennifer Frost. She is a typical American wife, and the mother of two beautiful children. She is held in high regard by her ****** and community. But most important for you gentlemen she wants you to see her beautiful American wife body and show you all of her considerable female charms." Jen was shocked at the statement. Mr. Jones had blackmailed her into putting on perverted shows for him and even the crude Security Chief, but now she was expected to display herself in front of these two complete strangers, foriengers no less. How had she sunk so low? Jen looked pleadingly at Jones, but his return stare said it all, "take off the dress, or else." With trembling fingers Jen began to unbutton her dress. Lee and Haki hadn't even bothered to stand when J en entered the room, their oriental smugness came across as classic male, Japanese superiority, with a particular taste for blonde Americans.
Jennifer was so embarrased that she kept her eyes downcast as her dress slipped to the floor for the second time in the day. "Ahhhh", both busnessmen exclaimed as Jennifer's body came into view, "I see Mr. Jones san, that you have trained her well. A beautiful woman who knows her place. Head bowed, naked in front of her superiors. You are to be commended, we will like doing business with a man like you. We will sign the contract after you show us further your control over this, how do you say, submissive slut?" Jones, beaming at the prospect of a big contract with the Japanese firm readily agreed for Jen to put on a show.
Jones pulled his chair alongside the visitors cleared the papers from his desk and ordered Jennifer to climb up on his desk. It was like she was on a stage and the three men were her audience.
************************ Jennifer walked cautiously up to Mr. Jones's front door. She could hear the sounds of male laughs as she tentitively rang the doorbell. In no time the door opened. Inside the smoke filled living room a dozen men stood smoking cigars, laughing and drinking. A big screen TV was on in one corner. The room fell silent as Jones ushered Jennifer into the room. In the quiet Jennifer's eyes were drawn to the TV because of the moans coming from the speakers. To Jennifer's surprise the video made by the Security Chief masterbating was playing. As Jennfer looked at the screen it was filled with a 50 inch wide bald pussy, with her fingers thrusting in and out of the wetness. The silence was broken when Jones announced, "Fellas, the live entertainment has arrived."
God! another sex show for more strange men, thought Jennifer. As she stood there surrounded by cheering men, she recalled that show for the Japanese men. It had only been a couple of days ago. But to Jennifer it seemed like an eternity.
***************************************************** Jennifer sat on the edge of the desk, her legs tightly together and arms crossed infront of her. But she could not hide all of her mature jiggling tit flesh. "Mr. Jones, how she got such red tips on her titties?", Mr. Lee asked in broken English. Jones laughed, "I painted them, the ink will wear off in a couple of days. her nipple were so pale I could harly notice them. Mrs. Frost's tits are one of her best features. I wanted them to stand out." "AHH", said Haki, "like we paint up our Geshia girls. But our Geshia Girls have hair down there, heh, heh heh, heh. I like to see American mother fucky, fucky hole with no hair." "You heard the man, Jennifer," ordered Jones, "let him see your hairless, fucky, fucky hole!" Jennifer didn't respond, she felt cheap and didn't know exacty what the oriental man with the heavy accent wanted. In exasperation Jones said, "Stand up on the desk and spread those legs."
Jennifer stood up her head still bowed, but now from the desk top her eyes fell on the three man audience. She spread her legs to sholder width. The men leered directly up at her smooth and creamy thighs and mound. Against her own will jen could feel moisture begining to form in the crevice of her pussy.
