Chapter 4

I drove to work and got in a little early. When I got to my desk I tried to clear my mind and get something done. A few of the people I work with stopped by my office and told me that if there was anything I needed while my husband was in Korea I shouldn't hesitate to ask.

I thought that was nice of them. But I was pretty sure that Ted was going to see to it that I had no needs that were not being taken care of.

One of my users, the people who use the particular computer systems I am responsible for, had a problem and I spent all morning in his office. So there was no coffee break with Ted. I finished up and got back to our office just before lunch and as soon as I entered, Ted told me to meet him at the usual place for what now passed for lunch.

I got my purse and drove to the house where we had recently begun spending a lot of our lunch hours. I still didn't know the name of the guy that lived there or anything about him except for the way his cum tasted. Oh yeah, and the way his toes tasted.

Ted pulled up right behind me and we went in together. As usual, I didn't know what to expect when I got there. I was a bit dismayed, but hardly surprised when I went in and saw half a dozen black men sitting around drinking beer and watching porn on the TV.

They turned off the TV and one of them said "Alright! The REAL entertainment is here now!"

I stood just inside the door waiting nervously for Ted to tell me what to do. He greeted a few of the men and was introduced to the men he didn't already know. He pulled the coffee table into the center of the room and nodded to the guy who lived here.

He got up and turned on some music. The kind of music you would expect to hear in a strip club perhaps? Ted led me to the table, helped me up onto it and told me to start dancing.

Except for some scenes in the background of a couple of crime dramas I have seen, I have never seen a strip show. Like most people though, I was familiar with the concept. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that it is all about a woman undressing for a man's pleasure.

I had an idea of what was expected of me and I started dancing to the music. As I danced I began moving my hands over my body in the way that I imagined a stripper might. My dress was not designed for stripping. But as I danced I slid the skirt up, exposing more and more of my thighs. The guys began cheering and they quickly started yelling "Take it off!"

I looked at Ted and was dismayed to see that he had a video camera and was filming me!

I knew I didn't have any way out of this. But I wasn't really looking for one. I was actually kind of excited by the idea of what I was being forced to do here. So, I started unbuttoning my dress as I danced and when it was unbuttoned I slipped it off my shoulders as sexily as I could and dropped it to the table I was dancing on. I kicked the dress away and danced in the nude for the guys. I swayed my hips and tried to look sexy.

I was a little surprised that I wasn't even embarrassed, or at least not as much as I would have been two weeks ago. I didn't know whether I had gotten jaded this quickly, or if it was just that when I come to this house this kind of shit happens and I have come to expect it.

The music finally ended. The guys had apparently had enough teasing. They got up and pulled me down to the floor. Two of them moved the table back out of the way and one of them stuck his cock in my mouth while the rest of them undressed. The first thing that went through my mind was, could I get all six men, or seven counting Ted, to cum and still get back to work in time?

I didn't have any more time to think about work though. I was being moved around and repositioned to please them and for the next half hour I had cocks in every hole. They kept changing places and I could never keep track of who was coming where and who had already been where. But they all finally shot their cum into whichever of my orifices they chose and got cleaned off in my mouth. I was covered in sweat and had cum running down my legs as usual. Ted led me to the bathroom and handed me a shower cap. I thought, "Thank God, I have time for a quick shower." I didn't know the half of it!

Ted told me to lie down in the tub and he started filming me again. As soon as he started filming the men came in and gathered around the tub. I looked up at them curiously. They started pointing their cocks at me. I honest to God had no idea what was about to happen.

Suddenly one of the cocks started spraying a hesitant stream of piss right on my tits! I screamed and tried to scramble to my feet and climb out of the tub but Ted yelled at me and I didn't dare move after that.

They all pissed on me. Two or three at a time they stepped up to the tub and directed their streams of hot piss in my face, on my breasts, my pussy, everywhere. Some of that acrid fluid even went into my mouth! I just lay there helplessly, crying softly as they pissed all over me. When they were all finished I was ordered to suck all the cocks clean and, "thank the nice men for my shower."

When they had each had their turn pissing on me I was finally allowed to take a quick shower. They all stayed to watch. I was afraid there would be men who wanted seconds after watching me soap up and rinse off. A couple of them did hint around to Ted. But he told them that we had to leave.

We got back to the office just a few minutes late. When we got back I went to my desk and tried not to cry. Ted went downstairs. I don't think he even noticed how upset I was, or cared.

Before I can tell you what happened next I have to tell you about Joe. My office works on all of the computer systems that keep the base running. There are ten programmer/analysts, each responsible for eight or ten systems, and our boss, who is also a programmer. We work on the first floor of a fairly nice but very old building which, as I said, we share with the base JAG Office. Many years ago it had been the base hospital. But after they built a more modern hospital we took over the old one.

The computers and the operators who run them are in the basement of the building. These are mainframe computers and there are three shifts of operators and various support personnel. We have our boss upstairs, and the poor people who work in the basement work for Joe Farapala. Joe is way past retirement age but just keeps coming to work. He will probably die in this building. He is the meanest man in the world. He yells at his people all the time and it is not even unusual to see one of the poor women who work for him running to the ladies room in tears. Joe is universally hated.

Unfortunately, he is in a position to cause us programmers a lot of grief too. So we have to be nice to him. Or at least we have to walk on egg shells around him. We have to do that because he can make things very inconvenient for us. He can do that by delaying or even intentionally sabotaging the running of one of our jobs. He is a very small minded and very vindictive person and he takes offense easily.

Joe has a small private office in the basement and everyone is very happy when he stays in it and leaves them alone. He has never, in as long as anyone can remember, had anything nice to say to or about anyone.

Now, back to Ted. If you will recall, I had just serviced and then been horribly degraded by six men while Ted filmed the action. But Ted was still horny. I was sitting at my desk trying to keep my mind blank when Ted came in. He ordered me to come with him.

I knew that, at least for the next eleven months and three and a half weeks I had no choice, I had to do what Ted ordered me to do. So, I got up and followed Ted downstairs to Joe's office.

At first it was just me and Ted in Joe's office and I tried to ask what this was about, assuming naively that it had something to with work. Then Joe came in. I heard him say to his receptionist as he entered, "I don't want to be disturbed." He came in and closed his door and locked it.

I was scared now. Joe was looking at me like he was a shark and I was a swimmer! I turned to Ted and as quietly, but emphatically as I could I reminded him that one of the things to be protected was my career. This was totally out of bounds!

Ted just grinned. God, I was starting to hate that damned grin! He looked at me sternly and said "You don't have to worry about your career. I can guarantee that Joe isn't going to tell anyone he is getting laid in his office. I am so horny after what I saw at lunch that I am going to have to get my nuts off. Getting me off is your job. I think that's only right since it is your fault I am so horny."

Ted pulled me to my feet and unbuttoned my dress. When I was naked he pushed me onto Joe's desk on my back. Joe came closer and as he stared down at me he asked Ted what I had done to get him so horny.

Fortunately, Ted evaded the question. Joe didn't seem to care. He moved closer. He was now standing between my legs running his gnarled old hands over my breasts, then down my stomach to my still red and very tender pussy.

"Shit!" Joe exclaimed. "Her cunt is kind of loose for a young thing like her ain't it? I thought you said the bitch had a tight cunt."

Ted chuckled and said, "She'll tighten up. She got quite a work out a short time ago. She's a good fuck, though. You'll enjoy her."

Joe took a step back and dropped his pants. He pulled his soft, wrinkled old cock out and started rubbing it against my pussy. At the same time, Ted stepped up and started fucking my face.

I heard Joe as he watched Ted's large cock disappear down my throat. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "I ain't ever seen a girl that could do that!"

"Want to try it?" Ted asked.

The next thing I knew they had traded ends. Ted began to violently fuck my pussy while Joe was shoving his wrinkled old semi-hard cock into my mouth.

I didn't think Joe would be able to cum. His smelly old cock never got really hard. I was wrong though. I guess fucking the face of a girl young enough to be his granddaughter was all he needed to rejuvenate him. Before long he squirted a few drops of bitter, watery sperm into my mouth. Maybe "rejuvenate" isn't the right word. In Joe's case, reanimate is probably more descriptive. The monster that returned from the dead.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it all over my face. Then he stood there and rested his cock on my face while he watched Ted fucking me.

What really pissed me off was that what Ted was doing was getting to me and when he finally shot his large hot load of cum into me I was even more humiliated because it was so obvious that I was cumming with him. I tried not to show it. But he knew.

He waited until his cock was soft and he came around the desk and forced me to clean him off. As I sucked Ted's cock clean I had to listen to Joe making more of his nasty comments.

Ted was finally satisfied that his cock was clean enough. He ordered me to my feet and handed me my dress. He and Joe watched my reverse strip show closely as I got dressed. When I was once more presentable Ted and I left Joe's office. Ted returned to our office. I went to the ladies room and cleaned up a little. Then I returned to our office.

Once we were alone in our office I tried once again to talk sense to Ted. This was getting really out of hand. To be honest, I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop completely. In fact, I know that I didn't. It certainly was taking my mind off of how lonely I was since Dave left.

There needed to be limits, though. I couldn't be doing things at the office. Now that I had tried gangbangs, well, they aren't so bad. It had been something that I thought I might like to try. Just not as a way of life! And getting pissed on for God's sake! That was way over the line!

But fucking Joe in his basement office! That was beyond outrageous. I kept shuddering at the idea that he had seen me naked and put his cock in me. Now Joe knew some of my dirty little secrets. God, I couldn't stop thinking about him touching me and shuddering in revulsion.

And I suddenly remembered the pictures! All those horrible pictures that Ted had taken! I had to get those back. I had to make it clear to Ted that he couldn't take any more.

I tried talking to Ted. I tried to reason with him. He wouldn't even listen. He just kept referring to our first conversation about limits. I told him that we had to renegotiate or I was putting an end to the whole game.

He responded in a stern voice that as long as he had the pictures he had already taken and the epic movie I had just starred in, I would do anything, anytime, with anyone he ordered me to do it with. He said that he knew a guy that would be happy to buy that recording from him and start selling the movie on a DVD on the internet and in every porn shop in the country.

I was pretty sure he couldn't do that legally. I was also sure that there are a lot of people that don't care about legalities. I couldn't stand the thought of all the people who thought I was just a normal, young, happily married housewife seeing me getting fucked by six black men, and then pissed on by all of them.

I knew I was trapped now. All I could do was hope that Ted would at least stay within the limits he did acknowledge. It was beginning to be obvious that at the very least he would be pushing me right to the edge of my limits. I was really surprised and very disappointed in Ted.

I suppose that it's true that he had warned me. And he did give me a chance to put limits on the things he was allowed to do with me. But he was my friend. I thought that I knew him, and that I could trust him. I was learning that there was a dark side to Ted that I had not suspected.

I guess Ted felt that I needed some time to adjust to what had happened to me today. Or he was tired. I don't know. For whatever reason, he left me alone until Friday. On Friday morning he told me I would be helping out at a poker game at a friend's house. I would be serving drinks and snacks and providing "other services" as required. He gave me a small paper bag and said that my uniform and the address were inside. He warned me not to be late. He turned his back on me then. He went to work at his terminal and ignored me for the rest of the day.

While he was out to lunch I looked in the bag. The costume consisted of a caricature of a French Maid's uniform. My breasts would be almost totally exposed, as would my butt. The skirt was just a ruffle that went half way down my ass. I was surprised to find that the outfit included panties, a tiny see-through thong. Ted must have just bought the panties. They still had the price tag on them. A set of thigh high mesh stockings was also included. I could far too easily imagine what I would look like in this get up. I wasn't looking forward to it. On the other hand, I probably wouldn't be wearing it long.

As shocking as the costume was, I was more shocked when I looked at the address where the poker game would be taking place. It was one of those upper, upper class homes in the most exclusive area of our little town. I recognized the street name from when Dave and I would ride around checking out the Christmas decorations.

For some reason it made me more uncomfortable to think that I would have to debase myself in front of one or more of the town's wealthiest citizens. It just seemed more demeaning to do the things that I knew that I was going to have to do for the amusement of the town's elite.

I rushed home after work and showered and shaved. I put the stupid little outfit on and reluctantly looked at my reflection in my full length mirror. It was worse than I thought. My breasts were covered, barely. But the covering was totally sheer and nearly transparent, just like the little crotch panel on the thong. I made myself a stiff drink and gulped it down on an empty stomach. That helped a little, but not enough.

As I drove to the home where the poker game was being held I comforted myself by thinking that at least I did not know any wealthy people in town. And it was highly unlikely that I would ever again meet any of the men that would be debasing me tonight. I didn't travel in those circles.

I rang the doorbell and I realized that I was holding my breath while I waited for someone to let me in. Ted answered the door. He let me in and took the rain coat I had put on over my slut outfit. He took my arm and guided me into the den where the poker table was set up. If it was possible to die from embarrassment I would have right there and then.

I was shocked to learn that I did, in fact, know two of the men at the table! One of them owned one of the larger furniture stores in town. He had personally helped us furnish our home when we moved here. Dave and I had just married and didn't own a stick of furniture. This man had been so nice to us. In fact, we had no credit history and he took us to a bank and actually cosigned a loan to help us get the furniture we had selected.