Bitch

Sunday

I was having a quiet day while I waited for Sandy's message.

[I went to Bob's, dressed in my church skirt and cardigan. He was just wearing a robe, and had me take my top off and suck him off. He seemed to be in a hurry]

]I want a video of you getting fucked in the ass[

I went and had a nap and when I woke up I could see on my phone that I had email, so I started my computer and opened my email. It took a little while to download the attached video and I started it.

It wasn't a great video, it was shot from the guy's point of view and she was bending over so you could only see her naked back and ass. She was holding her cheeks apart and you could see the shiny lubricant around her asshole. (I'm assuming) Billy's dick arrived in the frame and went almost straight in all the way. He humped away at her for a couple of minutes, then pulled out, some cum dripping out almost immediately. Then the video stopped. I wasn't impressed.

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Monday

Sandy was in the office when I arrived, so I stopped in and told her I was disappointed in her latest video.

"What was wrong with it?"

"Well, for a start you never show your face so it could have been anybody."

She sighed. I was about to say something else when her desk phone rang. She waved me away so I went and settled in for the day at my desk.

I actually had a lot of work to do so I didn't screw with her for the rest of the day. Delia did come past my desk and blow me a kiss which brightened my day.

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Tuesday

I was in meetings most of the day but I did get a message from Sandy.

[Bob summoned me to his office where he had me suck him off]

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Wednesday

I'd been at work for a while before I saw Sandy in the kitchen while I was getting a coffee.

"I was talking to Delia earlier," she said.

"Uh huh," I said, not really sure where this was going.

"I told her I was going to see you after yoga tonight and she wants to tag along."

"Why? And what have you told her?"

"I told her we'd probably practice golf, as I told her last week that I'm practicing for her golf match."

"Really," I said. "Did you tell her what we practiced?"

"Well, no."

"Fine. I guess we'll go to the driving range here in town. She can meet us there if she must."

"Um," she started, "what should I wear?"

"Your golf outfit. That pink thing you wore last week."

"Can I at least wear panties this time?"

"Are they part of your golf outfit?" I asked her.

She slumped her shoulders.

"No," she said. "Can we meet at the range? I don't want her asking questions if we show up together."

"Carpooling is all the rage these days," I told her. "But OK, I'll meet you there if I must. But you still get dressed at the yoga studio. And I want a naked selfie while you're doing it. And one of you dressed afterwards."

"Fine," she said.

We didn't talk for the rest of the day and in the evening I waited for her naked selfie before heading out to the driving range. I was just pulling out of the parking lot when her dressed selfie arrived and I glanced at it when I was waiting at a traffic light.

At the driving range, I parked over by Sandy's car and walked in to reception. Sandy and Delia were ready and waiting for me and we went through to the range.

They had a driver and a bucket of balls and had been allocated a slot so I just followed them there.

"You go first," Delia said to Sandy.

We sat at the table and watched Sandy taking a swing.

"You know," Delia said, "I don't think she's wearing panties."

"Oh I doubt that," I replied, "she could be wearing a thong."

"Oh you," she said, getting up to take her turn at the tee.

Delia seemed to hit the ball pretty far, but I noticed that she tended to hit the ball to the left. Sandy wasn't hitting it as far, but was hitting it straight and true. I was hitting it farther than either of them, but a lot less accurately.

When she'd hit a few balls, Delia came and handed me the driver. I got up and headed over to the tee. I settled a ball, swung and hammered it towards the fence. When I'd taken my three swings, I turned back to see Sandy getting up.

"That was pretty good," Delia said.

"Hey," I said, "I notice you're pulling to the left, so maybe look slightly right?"

She got up, taking the driver from Sandy.

"Show me?" she asked.

I got up and went and stood behind her.

"OK, now look slightly right," I told her.

"Like this?" she said, pointing herself further left.

I sighed. She leaned the club against her, reached behind her and grabbed my hands, putting them on her hips. I moved her sightly to the right and she leaned her ass back to touch me, wiggling it like she was giving me a standing lap dance. I chose not to do a big deal about it.

"There," I said, letting go of her. "Try that."

I stepped back and watched her swing. It was better and I told her so.

I stood there until it was my turn and I bashed out my balls.

We went around a couple more times until the bucket was empty.

"I guess we're done," Delia said. "Want to go and get a drink or something?"

"Eh," I said, "I have stuff to do at home. You two can stay though."

"I should get home to Billy," Sandy said.

"Fine," Delia said as we dropped everything off at reception, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

We headed out to the parking lot. Delia was parked near the door so we dropped her off at her car and carried on towards our cars. I watched her drive past us and when we got to my car I stopped and looked around. There was nobody about and it wasn't a well-lit area.

"OK," I said, lifting my phone to video her, "lose the dress and choose a hole."

"Um," she said as she pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her in just her sneakers, "I guess I'll blow you."

I leaned back against the car as she squatted down in front of me, dropping her dress on the ground next to her.

She reached up and undid my pants, pulling them down to the tops of my thighs. She lifted herself slightly, holding my dick in her hand and sucked it into her mouth.

I recorded her through my phone as she bobbed her head forward and backwards, sucking and slurping. I pushed her hand off the shaft and she moved her hands to her nipples, using just her mouth to get me off.

It took a couple of minutes before I felt my balls tightening up.

"Don't swallow," I told her just before I started cumming in her mouth.

She knelt there, my dick in her mouth, until I pulled back and it came out.

"Show me," I said and she opened her mouth, my cum on her tongue.

"Now spit it over your tits."

She looked down, dribbling my cum out of her mouth onto her chest.

"Rub it in."

She rubbed my cum over her tits and around her nipples.

"Now fuck off."

She flashed me a look, then grabbed her dress and stood up. She pulled the dress on, looking around to make sure there wasn't anybody watching. She stalked off towards her car and I recorded her the whole way, making sure to get her car.

I stopped recording and got into the car. I was about half way home when I got her message. At home, I read:

[Met Sir at the driving range and sucked him off in the parking lot afterwards]

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Thursday

I was in the kitchen talking to Delia about her damned golf tournament when I got a text.

"Just a sec," I said to her, "let me check this in case it's important."

[Bob called me to his office, where he had me take off my panties, lift my skirt and fucked me in the ass]

"Just another sec," I said to Delia.

I texted Sandy back.

]Pic of your asshole[

I went back to talking to Delia and waited for her response. My phone beeped again.

"Do you need to check that?" she asked.

I glanced at my phone and saw there was a picture from Sandy, but I didn't want her to see it.

"Nah, I'm good," I told her.

"Hot date?"

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"We could go on a hot date," she said with a grin.

"Yeah, sure," I said. I was sure she was kidding. Pretty sure.

One of the guys came in and Delia excused herself, heading out. I really need to watch myself around Delia, she's going to be trouble.

Back at my desk I checked out my picture from Sandy of her asshole looking a little red and sore.

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Friday

Sandy and Bob were "working from home" again, so I was able to get some real work done.

It was a quiet day in the office. Quiet enough that I actually answered my desk phone when it rang with an unknown number around lunchtime. I figured I could screw with whatever scammer or telemarketer was calling.

"Yello," I said.

"You need to come and get me."

It was Sandy.

"Why?"

"Because I need you to come and get me."

"From where?"

"Bob's."

"I don't know where Bob lives. I never get invited to the sex parties."

She gave me the address. It was definitely the nicer side of town.

"Don't stop outside," she said, "his wife's home. I'll come out to you."

"OK," I said, "I'll get there when I get there."

I tidied my stuff up, told the guys something had come up and I'd be working from home this afternoon and drove over to Bob's.

I pulled onto his road and as I got closer I slowed down to try and see where she was. Suddenly she came charging out of the side of one house, naked other than a pair of high heels. I stopped the car almost in shock and she ran over and opened the door, jumping in.

"Drive," she hissed at me.

She pulled her seat belt on as I pulled away.

"Well," I said as I drove, "this is an interesting turn of events. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Bob's wife came in while he was fucking me and he threw me out. Only this time he didn't give me my clothes or anything. I stayed hidden and waited for like half an hour, but nothing."

"Huh, so how did you manage to call me?"

"There was this girl walking her dog and I was hiding in the bushes. I borrowed her phone."

"And why me and not Billy?"

"He's out," she said.

"Great," I said, "so how are you going to get in?"

"Can we go back to your place? I can't get in at home, as my keys are obviously with my clothes at Bob's."

"Fine," I said. "When's Billy going to be getting home?"

"Tomorrow morning," she said.

"Huh. You didn't think to tell me? I could have planned an exciting night together."

"I'm stuck with you for the evening - how's Bob going to get hold of me?"

"I can drop you back there any time you want," I said with a wicked grin. I knew that wasn't going to happen.

"Maybe tomorrow," she said. "But I'll need some clothes."

We got to my place and I parked in the lot.

"Could you go and get me something to cover up?" Sandy asked.

"No," I said. "C'mon, it's quiet, everybody's at work."

She took a deep breath, opened her door and scuttled over to the entryway.

I took my time locking the car up and walked over and unlocked the door. We went up the stairs and she stood there while I opened the front door and let her in. She bolted inside.

"What were you aiming to do now?" I asked her as I put my bag down on the sofa. "I've got shit to do this weekend, so I can't be babysitting your ass."

"I guess I just wait for Billy to get home," she said. "I can't call him, or Bob, without exposing you and them knowing I'm at your place naked."

"I don't need you cluttering up the place - you'll just have to come out with me."

"I don't have anything to wear!"

"We'll figure something out. Unless you're happy with me dropping you home naked tomorrow."

She looked at me, unhappily.

I went to the bedroom to pick up something and headed back.

She was sitting on the sofa when I walked back into the living room.

"Follow me," I said, walking to my spare room.

I stood over by the exercise bike, looking at her, looking at me puzzled.

"First up, put these in."

I handed her the Ben-Wa balls.

She looked at them in her hand for a beat, then sighed. She bent forward slightly and pushed them inside her.

"Now," I said, "you can ride the bike. I need to get some more work done," I told her. "The boss can be a real bitch about this stuff."

She made a face at me as she climbed onto the bike, but sat there quietly cycling for a couple of hours while I finished out my day of work.

Once I'd finished up the tasks I'd set myself for the day, I closed my laptop. I went into the spare room and she was still slowly cycling, looking all flushed.

"You can take those out," I told her.

She bent forward and took the balls out of her pussy. I noticed that she smelled of sex.

"You can clean them in your mouth," I told her.

She sucked them clean, then I took them from her and put them on top of the little box they came in.

"Well," I said, "first of all, I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"

She sort of nodded.

"OK," I said. "Let's order a pizza."

She sighed. I think she knew where this was going.

"I could live without the attitude," I said as I dialed.

I ordered a large meat supreme, or whatever they called it.

"Right," I said, "sit and wait."

I picked up my phone and checked my messages.

She sat and watched me and after a while, there was a knock at the door.

"Go and get that, will you?" I asked her, putting my phone down. "I'll meet you in the kitchen and act like this is perfectly normal."

She sulked off to the front door as I headed to the kitchen. As I walked, I pulled my wallet out and peeled out a twenty. I put it on the kitchen counter.

I heard her open the front door and rush somebody in. The door banged closed as I opened the cupboard and got out a couple of plates.

I opened the fridge and got out a bottle of Coke and when I closed the door Sandy was standing there with an Uber Eats delivery guy.

The guy was standing behind her, just staring at her.

"The money's there," I said, gesturing with the bottle.

Sandy picked up the bill and turned and gave it to him. The guy sort of plucked it out of her hand.

"How's your evening going?" I asked him.

"Fine," he said, still looking at Sandy. Well, Sandy's tits.

"Are you busy?"

"No," he said. "There's not usually that much until the bars close."

"Hey," I said, "would you like to join us?"

"Uh," he said, looking at Sandy. "OK, just for a bit."

"Do you want pizza?"

"No. No thanks."

"OK," I said.

I carried the two plates over to the end of the kitchen counter and took the box from Sandy.

"Why don't you sit on the floor," I told her, pointing to where I wanted her.

I opened the box and put a slice on a plate. I carried it over to where Sandy was sitting and handed it to her.

"Sit cross legged," I told her.

"Why don't you sit there?" I said to the guy, pointing to one of the chairs where he'd have a great view of Sandy.

He went and sat down as Sandy unhappily rearranged herself to be sitting how I'd told her. I went and got myself a slice and put it on a plate, heading back into the living room.

I went and sat on the sofa, where I could easily see both of them.

"You know this is weird, right?" the guy said.

"What is?" I asked him.

"She's naked," he said.

"She's in a private residence," I said. "And I think she looks OK naked."

The guy licked his lips. He was also more than a little excited by all this.

"Yeah," he said.

"And she likes being naked, don't you, Sandy."

"Uh, yeah," she said.

She didn't look like she liked it. I smiled at her and she caught me looking at her and she forced a smile onto her face.

"I don't think she likes being naked."

"I think she does," I said. "But I know. Sandy, why don't you tell him how you arrived here?"

Sandy sighed. "Like this."

"Wow," the guy said, leaning forward, "you came here like that?"

Sandy nodded.

"I picked her up, dressed like that," I told him. "She came and got in my car, on the street, dressed like that. So she likes it."

I used the opportunity to go and get us both another slice of pizza.

I put Sandy's plate down next to her.

The guy looked at his phone. "I should go," he said.

"Can you see him out?" I asked Sandy.

Sandy got up and walked him to the hallway and I heard the door open and close. She came back.

"Can I take these shoes off now?"

"No," I said, "I've got an idea. Come here."

I arranged her so she was squatting down with her back against the wall, with her knees wide apart. She was holding the slice of pizza high up, with it drooping down to her mouth.

"OK," I said, pointing my phone at her, "now eat that like you're sucking a dick."

It looked really silly and a little sexy as she ate.

"Wipe it across your face," I told her.

She did that, as I took pictures of her for a minute or so.

"OK, you can eat it normally now."

We finished up.

"Do you want another slice?"

"No," she said.

"Fine," I said, collecting her plate.

"Soda?"

"No," she said.

I went back to the kitchen and poured some Coke out for myself, putting the bottle back in the fridge, then drank it. I closed the pizza box and put the plates in the dishwasher.

"Right, let's see what we can do about some clothes for you so we can go out," I said, leading her to my bedroom.

I went and dug out an old pair of jeans that I used for working on things. They had holes and tears and paint on them.

"Put those on," I said, handing them to her.

She took her shoes off and pulled them on. They fit pretty well across her hips, which meant they were way too loose around her waist. They were also much too long in the legs.

"Those'll work," I said, "give me a minute."

I went and got my scissors, cutting them just under the pockets. The legs were wide and I could get my whole hand up inside them if I'd wanted to.

"Give them to me," I told her.

She slipped them off and handed them to me.

I sat and cut the waistband off the cut off shorts, to make them smaller, while she watched.

I went and shuffled through my T-shirts. I pulled out an old one that I didn't mind cutting up.

"Put that on."

She pulled it over her head. It was obviously too big. I took my scissors and shortened it so it came far above where the waistband of her new shorts would sit.

"Should I take the sleeves off?" I asked her.

"Do you need to?"

"I guess not."

"Can I have some other shoes?" she asked.

"Hmmm..." I went to the bottom of my cupboard and found my old flip flops.

"Here," I said, handing them to her.

She took her shoes off and slipped them on her feet. They were several inches too large.

"I guess I'll have to wear my heels," she said.

"I guess," I said.

I checked the clock... it was already after six o'clock.

"I think we'll go out and have some fun this evening."

She didn't look enthused.

"So go and hose all the Bob off you," I told her.

She took the shirt off and stalked off to the bathroom. She left the door open and I heard her take a shower.

The water shut off and she called out "can I have a towel?"

I went and grabbed a small towel and handed it to her. She gave me a look, then took it and toweled herself off. When she was dry enough, she handed me the towel back. I hung it over the shower towel rail.

"I was thinking." I told her, "I thought you going to a hotel to pick up somebody to fuck was brilliant, so I think we should do that again."

She looked glum at this.

"We'll go to your hotel and see what comes up. The thing is, you need to come across as wanting to have fun. Not your usual miserable self."

She looked up at me.

"So get dressed and we'll go and see what we can do."

She slumped past me to the bedroom. I followed and watched her getting dressed, for the whole minute that it took. I knew she was going to get taken for a slut.

We left my place and went down to the car. I had her direct me to the hotel she'd gone to before and I pulled the car up by the lobby.

"Go in there and find us somewhere to sit. If anybody asks, you're there to meet a Tinder date and you're hoping to get fucked, OK?"