Joni's New Job

CHAPTER 4A: THE WEEKEND

I approached Mr. Farnum's residential community in my nondescript sedan. I felt out of place as I stopped at the small shack in front of the closed gate. I had to show the uniformed guard my drivers license which he checked against a list. Only then did he present a smile and welcomed me with directions to Mr. Farnum's house. When I found it, 'house' didn't seem to adequately cover it. Estate. Mansion. There were better descriptive words.

The massive front door opened as I stopped in front of itd on the circular driveway. Mr. Farnum had changed and was dressed casually in slacks and polo shirt and loafers without socks. I had rushed home after work to pack for the weekend. He had given specific instructions for packing: a couple sexy, revealing dresses, stockings, heels, my smallest bikini, a cover-up, and sandals. I dressed in a short sun-dress with halter ties, bare back, with only the support of built-in bodice which had a deep plunge. Underneath I wore a thin thong that I would bet was already wet.

He greeted me with a kiss as I exited the car, then opened the back door to take my carry-on case. He had given me no indication of what to expect over the weekend and he didn't seem inclined to do so as he led me into the house (a massive, two-story atrium), up the curved stairway, and to his master suite overlooking the back with a small balcony off the sitting area portion of the suite.

He dropped the case on the bed instructing me to hang my dresses in the closet and sort everything else on shelves in the closet. My personal hygiene items went into his large bathroom off the bedroom. Once I thought I was settled, he pointed at the dress I was wearing. It took a moment before understanding he wanted me naked. When he said dresses, he meant all my dresses.

"If you are going to be my slut, you will always be naked inside my house," he stated establishing a rule for our relationship. Accepting this job was clearly also accepting the loss of personal control. He was establishing more exhibitionism, even if it was just him. He was clothed. He would be clothed. I would be naked. It sent a shiver through me, a shiver of nervousness and anticipation of what else would come. I stripped off the sun dress and hung it up with the others. I slipped out of the thong that was indeed wet in the crotch and stepped out of the sandals. Giving up so much for this job was intimidating but there was something also exciting about it.

I faced him naked ... again. When I sat naked in his office after being fucked by all four of the executives, he said this weekend would be the continuation of my transformation into a slut. I had the feeling it wouldn't be random. I sensed there was nothing random about him. I sensed he had an agenda, one he just wasn't telling me. Even that was stimulating. I was willingly entering into something I didn't understand and couldn't anticipate. It was something I was willing to do because I had little choice. Whatever this feeling was that connected me to him and aroused me so much, I accepted it and I accepted it would likely fully consume me. I would be his slut. Not just for the office. I would be his willful and accepting slut in whatever way that might mean. It was the choice I was left with.

We walked back downstairs. Each step down the stairs was a reminder of my nakedness. As we turned at the bottom toward the back of the house, he casually added, "Dinner will be delivered soon. You will answer the door and accept it. It is already paid for." He turned his head to me as we approached the massive kitchen. "When you are in my house, how are you dressed?"

He was reinforcing that I would accept the delivery naked. "I am not dressed, sir."

He began taking plates, wine glasses, bowls, and silverware from cupboards and drawers. "A slut gives and enjoys sex for sex sake without connection." He was wasting no time in establishing expectation. "You will fuck and suck who is made available to you." He stopped and fixed me with his gaze. "What did you feel for the men you fucked today at the office?"

"Beyond enjoying being fucked and orgasming, I felt nothing in particular for them beyond merely being part of the new job I accepted, sir," I replied. "There was a connection, though, that was somehow strong."

That stopped him. "You just said you felt nothing for them beyond the sex as they fucked you. How then did you have a strong connection for them?"

I smiled and faced him directly, stepping within a step to him. "I didn't say I had a strong connection for them in being fucked by them, sir. While being fucked by each of them, a growing recognition of connection to you came over me. Each fuck by the other executives seemed to increase my connection to you. I have never felt anything like it, sir, and I would not have anticipated it. I realized something then. I realized I might have been fucking them merely as a condition of the new job, but while I was fucking them as required, I saw how pleased you were with the way I was giving myself to the effort and that had an unexpected impact on me. I was prepare to give sex as required. My reaction at seeing your approval as I did it, though, surprised me."

He pulled me into his body, his hands caressing my bare back and ass. "You really are an amazing woman, Joni. You will be a good slut as you allow yourself to be released and I will keep you safe so that willingness is free to be expressed."

"That's all I can ask, sir," I replied, just as the doorbell chimed. I separated myself and sucked in several deep breaths as I quickly walked to the front door. Exhibitionism. I still questioned at a certain level within me and wasn't sure what these feelings were but they were definitely leading to a hope he didn't wait too long after dinner to fuck me. I had always been the aggressor and now the table was being turned on me. I knew I was not a submissive personality but I was surprised by this willing compliance I was seeing in me.

After cleaning up the dishes and storing leftovers, he took me outside to the patio in back. Exhibitionism. Sex had always been thrilling but this was different while being very real. I followed him outside not knowing the conditions. As I quickly learned, his large lot was quite private. Quite private but not totally private. There was a sight-line or two that might be exposing. That only added to more feeling of exhibitionism and stimulation. He led me to the pool, pointed out an outdoor shower, and where towels could be found. That was when he clarified that being naked also included his backyard and pool and I wondered why the bikini. Maybe just a comfort that he was now taking away?

He then led me to the chaise lounges on the deck apron. He stood next to one and simply uttered, "Undress me and get my cock hard so you can fuck it."

I looked at him for only a moment. The pause had nothing to do with questioning or reluctance. The pause was while my body felt a shiver of arousal shoot through it. He understood I was a strong-willed woman quite able to attack any situation in my life but he was giving me no quarter. If I was his slut, I would do as he desired. A submissive would comply to a strong man like him due to her personality. I would comply due to a need to please him, a need that didn't negate my personality but tested it. The pleasure I was to receive through this man both in the office and out of it fed my desires and controlled them. The sexual drive that caused me so much trouble before were to be managed through my sexual compliance to him.

I stripped him, careful to fold his clothes as I did. Each item I removed from him exposed another portion of his body to kiss and love. When I removed his slacks and underwear, his cock hung limp when first exposed but with fingers, lips, tongue, and mouth it quickly became hard. When he was, he lay on the lounge and his comment hit me, 'so you can fuck it'.

I straddled my legs over the sides of the him and the lounge. He lay passively watching me. I grasped his cock and aligned it to my pussy, rubbing the head along my slit until locating my hole. I sank over the head and sighed. I loved the initial feeling of cock spreading my opening.

"Are you always wet and ready to be fucked, Joni?" he casually and curiously asked.

"Mmmmm ..." I sighed as I sank further down the shaft, "not always, sir. Just anticipation seems to be enough, though, sir. But, now, I ... mmmmmm ... in the office and ... with you ... I am always anticipating ... that I might be ... fucked."

He smiled, reached up to capture my swaying breasts by the nipples causing me to moan deeper. "Like a good slut, then," he said. It wasn't a question but a statement but I nodded in agreement, anyway.

I pulled up on his cock, feeling it move inside, then plunged down hard. We both moaned loudly. I began bouncing up and down on his cock faster and faster. Our bodies smacked together. I felt an orgasm rising and I felt his cock inside me so hard it could have been steel. He released one of my nipples and slid his fingers down to his pelvis so my clit was jammed on them each time I came down. He teased me at my clit and nipples as I frantically rode his cock and squeezing with my muscles.

I didn't know how long we had been fucking like that under the evening sun, light sweat formed on me, and our breath coming in ragged gasps. My orgasm struck and my pussy seemed to erupt with orgasmic juices and spasms. He groaned out with grunts to match my cries in his orgasmic release.

I collapsed on him while gently squeezing his cock inside me as the last of his cum leaked into my pussy. "Thank you, sir," I sighed. Why, he asked. "Each time you cum is affirming that I pleased you."

He chuckled as his arms around me hugged tight. "You shouldn't worry, dear. You are amazing and you showed it this morning in the office when you eagerly fucked each of them. They were rather skeptical about this working and you proved them wrong."

We fucked again in bed, that time he was doing the fucking with powerful and dominating thrusts. I fell asleep spooned into his body with the delicious feeling of cum in my pussy.

I was awakened Saturday morning by sunlight ... and an otherwise empty bed. I stretched under the tangled covering of a sheet as my brain caught up with where I was and why. A smile filled my face. Mr. Farnum's bedroom. I rolled out of bed, used the bathroom, and remembered his rule for me: in his house and property I was to be naked. A tingle of renewed excitement spread through me as I padded barefoot to the door in search of him.

"Good morning, sir," I greeted him when locating him sipping coffee on the back patio. He was covered in a light robe. On the wrought iron table was a carafe and extra mug. I bent over to kiss him and he stroked my bare butt. He asked how I slept. "Wonderfully, sir." As I poured myself coffee, I asked what was on the agenda.

"Normally," he began his reply, "I would play a round of golf at the club. I think I will skip that with you here." I protested that my presence should be to add to his enjoyment of the weekend, not to take away what he enjoys. "What I enjoy is you, dear. Seeing your stunning naked body and fucking it." I giggled. I enjoyed that, too. He conceded that he could play just nine holes.

We had a simple breakfast while finishing the coffee, then shared a shower. The shower included washing each other and that stimulation led to another fuck standing under the cascading water. He pressed me against the tiled wall of the shower and pounded his cock into my pussy from behind. Although my sexual promiscuity had created my employment problems, I was learning that I had lived a very vanilla sexual life of relatively unimaginative fucking. I seemed to experience new twists regularly with Mr. Farnum and that I did enjoy.

He encouraged me to make use of the house including the pool outside but reminded me of the rule. I assured him. "Besides," I teased, "being naked in a new place, especially in the pool, was sure to have me highly aroused for your return." He smiled and patted my bare ass as he went through a door to the garage.

I watched from a front window as he left with a sigh. I wasn't sure why the sigh because he had already fucked me that morning but ... that connection I feel for him was strong and getting stronger and being with him, in his house, drove my imagination of potential and that was arousing and that left me longing. So, maybe I did know why the sigh.

I decided to take him up on the pool. First, I searched for a linen closet for fresh sheet and remade his bed. I then bounced down the stairs with the pool as my destination. There was something about being naked in a strange house, my breasts bouncing as I skipped down the stairs and through still unfamiliar spaces. I wasn't sure how long nine holes of golf would take but I assume at least a few hours.

I found towels in the cabinet where he indicated the previous night and also sunscreen. I got set up at a lounge chair before dipping a foot into the pool. The water was still a little cool from the night temperature drop but the sun was rising and would be heated soon. I sunned for a while. I had worn bikinis on beaches and loved the feel of the sun on exposed skin. This was another experience. The sun on bare breasts and pussy was arousing. It was arousing enough that my hands began exploring, fondling those parts of my body. As I rolled my nipples and slid my fingers along my pussy, my mind replayed being fucked by Mr. Farnum and the pleasure it gave me.

I finally sat up and looked around the yard. Masturbation, after such wondrous fucking, would be an unsatisfactory substitution. Besides, I told myself, he would be back soon and I was sure to be fucked soon after that. I roamed the backyard. Wandering the yard naked ignited the feel of exhibitionism. Everything seemed sexual so I returned to the pool and dove in without testing the temperature further. I swam back and forth. I had forgotten how good the rhythmic feel of the effort felt. The feel of the water on my naked body was wonderful, too.

As I turned my head for air, I saw three men standing at the edge of the pool watching me. The sun was behind them and I couldn't see details. I panicked for a brief moment, stopped to tread in place, and determine if there was something to worry about.

"Joni," came Mr. Farnum's voice which immediately relaxed me, "I have some friends for you to meet."

Friends? Unexpected friends when I am naked. But my brain caught up. I was to be his slut. This was what part of that would mean. This wasn't about me, certainly not my comfort. I moved to the ladder and climbed out of the pool. I walked to where they stood, water running from my body and dripping from my breasts. I wondered if the sun covered my embarrassed blushing. He handed me a towel and introduced two golfing buddies, Sam and Bob. They were both younger than Mr. Farnum and closer to my own age.

Mr. Farnum wrapped his arm around me after taking the towel from my hands. We stood in a close grouping next to the pool as Mr. Farnum pulled me close and grasped a breast. The men seemed a bit awkward but couldn't keep their eyes off my breast being fondled or the rest of my body exposed to them.

"So, I was telling them about you, Joni, and they agreed they could always play golf but meeting you might not be available again very soon," he said casually.

I had been anxious for his return but I didn't expect it would be with two other men who were now more brazenly eyeing me like prey. "What were you telling them, sir?" I asked cautiously.

"Just the truth. You want to be my slut and they could help in the process. A real slut enjoys fucking without emotional attachment, right?"

"Yes, sir," I replied. I smiled at the two men. I only hoped it didn't appear forced in any way. I was a bit taken aback by how quickly Mr. Farnum was moving me along. The Vice Presidents were expected. I was supposed to be the office slut. He had identified that I could be shared with others but it never occurred to me that the first weekend in the arrangement would start it. That was on me, though. Introduced to sharing fast or slow was just timing. I knew it was part of the arrangement. I recovered, though, and brought my natural force of character to bear.

I boldly stepped up to the two men and put a palm on each of their chests. "I assume Mr. Farnum told you I was intent on being his slut but still learning. I appreciate your willingness to help him with my development," I offered more confidently than I felt.

I kissed Sam and began pulling his polo shirt from his slacks. When I broke the kiss I tugged it up his body and over his head I kissed him, again, mashing my breasts into his bare chest. His hands roamed over my bare back and ass. I then turned to Bob and repeated to process.

When I turned back to Sam, he had stripped and stood naked while slowly stroking his already semi-hard cock. I glanced at Mr. Farnum who had retreated to a deck chair watching passively with a pleased smile on his face.

I sank to my knees on the tiled pool apron before Sam. I took his cock into my hands and leaned forward to kiss the head. I immediately felt more growth in that simple action. I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking when I sensed Bob next to me. I strained my eyes to the side to find him naked, too. I groped for his cock and he moved next to Sam. I moved back and forth between the two cocks. They were both hard quickly. I pulled off Bob's cock and appraised them. What I understood to be average. In my experience, all cocks seemed to be the same 5 to 6-inches. I took Bob's cock back in my mouth and pressed down over it, retreated, and pressed over and over.

"OH ... FUCK," he exclaimed. "I think I'm at her throat!"

I pulled off with a smile before doing the same to Sam. "You were right about her, Tim," Sam gasped as his cock barely entered my throat.

"Time to bang her," came Mr. Farnum's voice. "Spit roast her and switch back and forth. She's very orgasmic." His comments were crude and exciting. Not something for a romantic partner but for a slut partner. Mr. Farnum didn't waste time and didn't hide his intentions. Largely due to the motivation of Mr. Farnum's comments, I was already past any feeling of embarrassment or nervousness. I was on fire and couldn't wait for these two strangers to fuck me.

I was moved to a lounge where I knelt on hands and knees. Sam pressed his cock at my ready pussy as Bob pressed his cock to my mouth. Both opened to the cocks and to engulf them ready to be fucked. The rhythm seemed non-existent at first before suddenly finding a rhythm of plunging into me front and back at the same time before suddenly changing, unintentionally or not, so one plunging in forced me onto the other. Then, they pulled their cock out and switched quickly, both plunging back into me. Since both men also used their hands and fingers on my clit, nipples, and breasts as their cock thrust into my mouth and pussy, my stimulation was on a steady rise to an orgasm very soon. They, however, seemed to find some respite as they switched.

During one switch, I glanced to the side. Mr. Farnum was still in the same chair. His slacks were open and he slowly stroked his hard cock. His face beamed at me. That nearly tipped me over the orgasmic peak. Instead, it took a couple minutes more before I orgasmed the first time under their fucking. They continued fucking me and mauling my clit and breasts through my orgasm. Once that seemed to ebb, though, they switched, again.

By the time they climaxed, I was limp. Bob climaxed in my pussy then pulled out to be replaced by Sam who thrust hard and fast while I sucked Bob's cum and juice covered cock.

No rest, though. The men assisted me to my feet as Mr. Farnum, now also naked, lay on the lounge. There was no mystery. I straddled him and the lounge to drop abruptly over his cock. Weakened though I was, I felt a renewed energy that I again had his cock inside me.