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 family
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.      

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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 family 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
family. But it was difficult for her to do household chores and fix
dinner.  Over the weekend Jennifer remained distant to her family.
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 family 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 family picture that sat on her desk.  The happy smiling family
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 family 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.

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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. 

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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.

     

 
