[Larzaius]

The Secret of Miss Jones Chapter 7

When she arrived, she looked exhausted, she explained that she received a couple more calls while on the way over and had to pull over. I told her to take her clothes off and then we would get the phone. As it turned out none of the service calls were this month, my friends all had prior commitments and couldn't free themselves until much later so I told Miss Jones that I wanted her over as a maid this weekend. The terms were simple she would wear a little french maid costume I picked out for her with no bra or panties as I wanted her body accessible to me and any guests that would come over. She started taking her clothes off looking at me with both pleading and lustful eyes. This was probably tearing her apart. The more I thought of her contrasting duel nature the harder it made me. I knew she liked being the boss, but being turned on by the idea of someone having control over her, she was really screwed up. Still she knew that I had enough proof to put her in prison for a long time so she knew who was in charge. I had already pre-ordered the costume and she was going to have plenty of opportunities to pay me back. So she was going to be my serving maid. The maid I bought was intentionally two sizes to small, with no bra or panties a lot was going to be hard to cover, and I was going to make sure a lot of people saw it. She was instructed to leave her car at home and come only via public transport, that meant a lot of crowded subways and busses in her skimpy costume. I waited an hour after my shift ended to give her time to get ready. She was already on the train when the phone went off. So there was my boss on a train in a skimpy maid's outfit with no underwear whatsoever , surrounded by strangers crowding around her. Still after learning her dirty little secret I'll admit, I enjoyed humiliating her. I fantasized about being a pervert on the train with her. Hearing her dirty little ring tone, her face going flush with embarrassment. I would inch my way to her and slide my hand in her skimpy outfit. Her continued vulnerability would be heightened as I would grope her tits. She would be helpless and confused not sure what to do. Not sure what I want her to do. Adding to her conflict would be her own submissive nature. For someone like here this would be an ideal sexual situation. I bet the slut would just stand there and moan while being groped by the pervert on the train. I would then get more daring and would start going under her skirt with my free hand. Her pussy would be getting wetter as her nipples got harder. Her shame as I rub her hand against my zipper.
“Take it out,” I order. Her nature at this point is to obey and she whimpers as she unzips and pulls out. I would hear a gasp as fingers pull out my large shaft and start to stroke it. Her pussy seems even more excited and I slowly twist her nipple a bit.
“Please...” weather she was going to ask for me to stop of for me to fuck her as this point is undetermined as her stop comes up.
“I have to go now,” she whispers. I the pervert don't really want to stop but also don't want to risk being called a rapist.
“I..I'll probably be back tomorrow,” she informs me. I smile accepting this as a promise instead of an attempt to escape. She eventually gets off the train but still has to catch the bus.
“I wonder if I should call her, check to see where she is, I sincerely doubt she was really groped on the train but I can imagine, I can even imagine worse for her. I decided to phone her and see where she is and what's she up to.
“Hello Master I'm ready for some cock” she told me. I listened and it sounded like she was outdoors.
“Where are you slut slave?” I asked her.
“Trying to catch a bus Master, the stop is very crowded but I should be there in thirty minutes.”I hung up the phone and waited to hear from my friends when she arrived.

When she arrives she finds a note on the door telling her to go down two more blocks. I'm sending her down to get a cleaning herself. I told my friends exactly what she was and what I wanted to be done with her with was pretty simple actually they were to frustrate the hell out of her while she cleaned. They were allowed to touch her tits and pussy but that was it, she was not allowed to touch them at all. I wanted her to see how slutty her nature really was. I wanted her to observe that there was no escape anymore for her. This was her real nature and even after I leave her she would probably end up finding another Master to serve. She arrived and saw my two friends waiting to greet her. Later they told me what happened and how everything went down.

“Tony said you would do as you are told,” she bit her lip, scared she was scared, she wasn't expecting to be shared with my friends.
“Y..Yes sir,” she told him. He cupped her breasts and she tensed up but didn't say a word of protest.
“Good you can start upstairs the cleaning supplies are underneath the sink.” she actually seemed a little disappointed when told this she was expecting to be servicing them both not actually cleaning in her skimpy little maid costume. I could just picture her bending over to clean those hard to reach spots fully exposing her pussy well all bent over. She was grunting when my second friend started rubbing her pussy from behind, she jumped from surprise but didn't resist. She looked at him and gave a shy little smile and continued cleaning. Her pussy got real wet real quickly I was told as a stranger started touching from behind.
“Better finish up you have a lot more rooms to clean. She blushed a bit but then continued to vacuum the hallway, while my friends watched, when she went into the bedroom they both followed and watched as she continued to clean. My friends watched her awkwardness and approached her as she bent over and dusted. One of them started reaching into her little outfit and fondling her breasts while the other one was starting to rub her wet pussy. She moaned like a whore as her clit was rubbed, she continued to dust but was kind of distracted by the feelings of her nipples to be pinched. She was taken to the bed and seemed eager to serve as she spread her legs and allowed one friend to put his head between her legs. She felt her uniform pulled down as my other friend pulled her tits free. She felt a wet tongue going in and out of her cunt and a tongue lapping at one of her nipples. She moaned more obviously enjoying the double attention that she was getting. She couldn't say a word of resistance but something was telling me that she didn't want to. They tasted her, fondled her. I was pleased to hear that she did reach for their pants but was constantly denied. She wasn't even allowed to see their cocks just the bulges in their pants. One of them whispered in her ear.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Then get back to work,” they both pulled away
“Your break is over,” She looked at them confused, they worked her into a willing submissive state and was now being rejected.
“Get back to cleaning, the main floor is still a mess.” They laughed and went downstairs. After her break my friends told me she was practically a bitch in heat. Every time one of them was around she did everything to get in their reach hoping they would fondle her or even more. They agreed that is was fun watching an authority figure squirm and they asked if I could work my magic on some women that they know that boss them around at work. I didn't bother telling them that Samantha Jones was doing it to herself.
She thought that she was finally going to get some relief when they cornered her in the kitchen and started groping her again, one reaching down running his hands up and down her breasts. The other bent down and started fingering and lapping his tongue at her exposed pussy. This encouraged the one above her to suck on her tits so he pulled her top down. They could tell she wanted to fuck really bad but they refused to give her what she was really craving. They molested her for awhile longer feeling her pussy getting really wet. They brushed there fingers against her wetness but wouldn't give her the satisfaction she was hoping for. She moaned and even started to grind into their fingers but they pulled back leaving her in a frustrated state.
“He wants you to call him when your done,” one of them said handing her a phone and a number. She hesitantly called the number and the familer voice of her Master answered.
“How are you feeling and be honest with me,” she heard his cold cruel voice order her.
“H..horny sir, I need...”
“You need release?”
“Yes,”
“Will you take them both?” The question caught her by surprise, she knew that he was cruel but this was pushing a boundary she was not prepared for. But she was incredibly wet, and horny, ready to explode.
“I..I” before she could answer the other one walked in and slapped her ass hard,
“Your cab is here,”
“My c..cab”
“That's right Miss Jones you are going to get in the cab and do whatever I tell you understood?
“Y..yes sir.

The Secret of Miss Jones Chapter 8

I was told she did her best to straighten up and look presentable. Her cell phone in her hand waiting for my call. She told me that she walked up to the cab to see a big African American driving the cab. She cleared her throat as she was forced to go inside the cab when I called
“Get in the front seat with the cab driver, and if you hit a red moan and I will give you an instructions. I just sat at home my cock getting harder in my hand as I mentally pictured her trying to hide the wet pussy that was hidden under her maids skirt. It was two minutes after I heard my first moan come from her. “Put your hand under your dress and fondle your right nipple and don't stop until I tell you,” I could hear her whimper over the receiver
“Ok sir,” she moaned and started fondling herself. I could hear her gasping as I mentally pictured herself.
“Don't talk to the cab driver just keep fondling yourself and don't stop, in fact keep the speaker on your phone I want to hear you, whisper Red when you hit the next light but make sure that I can hear you,” I could picture her shameful blush as she followed my command fondling herself. The cab driver didn't say anything I was wondering what was up with him.
“Red,” she gasped,
“Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes she moaned, its very wet,”
“Play with your other nipple as well,” I could her moaning even more, probably grateful that she was going to finally get some relief, I could hear the cabbie beside breathing harder probably wanting a piece of her. He wasn't stopping the car, probably a treat for him to get such a hot little piece of ass fondling herself shamelessly in his cab. My cock was getting harder by the minute. As she fondled herself for my amusement.
“Oh god,” she whispered “Red”
“Pull out your left breast let him see how hard its getting.”
“Oh yeah,” I heard this deep voice say. I could her her moaning and I could practically hear the cabby getting harder as she moaned, sitting in the front seat fondling herself. Strangers staring at her as her left breast was exposed, fondling them both.
“Red,” she moaned,
“Take both of your tits in one hand and rub your pussy with the other.” I heard some shuffling then moaning followed by.
“Yeah, bitch that's good” I heard her moan like a whore, I could imagine the shame she was going through.
“Red”
“Show them both and ask him if he likes what he sees.” I could her her shuffling to her her top off.
“Do you like what you see,” She asked.
“Fuck yeah,”
“Ask him if he wants to fuck your throat,” I could hear the whimper coming from her lips she was humiliated and aroused.
“Would you like to fuck my throat?” I could hear her. I was already slowly stroking my cock her humiliation was going to be even sweeter as I was just practically whoring her off right now. She was going to give the nice cabbie his tip.
“Yeah bitch,” I heard him blurt out. “Just have to find a parking lot,”
“Take it off the speaker,” I told her. She did as she was told.
“Now listen carefully Miss Jones, this is the only cock you are getting tonight so you are going to let him fuck you in the following order, your throat, your pussy, your throat, your ass and finally he's going to shoot a huge wad on your face.
“Wait, drop me off at my stop, then you can have me ok?”
“What why,”
“Because I want a huge wad of cum on my face,”
“Keep playing with yourself cunt,” I heard the driver tell her. I heard her moan but eventually I could also feel her rubbing her pussy, I could picture the lovely damp spot she was making in the cab. I could hear the squishy noise of her pussy over flowing with juices slowly running down her fingers. By cab she wasn't too far from her place. I was going to enjoy hearing her be a complete slut,
“There's a parking lot close by, please I need your cock down my throat,” she moaned,slowly succumbing to her submissive lustful side.

I heard the sound of him groaning and then the sound of her gasping. “Oh my god, you're huge,” she whispered. The next sound was her moaning and the sound of her slurping on his huge cock. She moaned and I could picture her sucking on this big black cock while she was playing with herself in the parking lot close to her apartment building. I can her gagging on it. The moan of the horny bitch as she was forced to gag on his cock. Her pussy juices were flowing all over her fingers, she later admitted that it made her wet to be treated like a complete sex slave, used like a whore. She told me that the cabbie took his huge hands and held his cock in her mouth choking her with his monster cock. The rough treatment made her even wetter as the cock was removed from her mouth.“Please fuck me,” she coughed out, “I want this big cock in my pussy,” The cab driver didn't have to be told twice.
“Get in the back seat,” I heard some rustling around until finally I heard some screaming in the back seat.
“Oh fuck, yessss” I heard her scream. I was amazed how she transformed from by bitchy supervisor into an amateur porn star. “fuck me, fuck me” she moaned as I heard the wet sounds of flesh slapping together as he slammed into her. “Feels good, don't stop,” she moaned as his hard member rubbed against the wet submissive walls of her pussy. I could hear his grunts as he kept ramming into her. She screamed in satisfaction as she finally came over his cock. “I... I should probably clean that off for you.” she cood. I was now stroking my hard cock enjoying her submission I didn't even have to tell her what to do anymore she had her instructions memorized and she was looking for any chance to follow them. But this kind of bothered me, she wasn't supposed to be enjoying herself she was supposed to be my toy, amusing me through her suffering. My image of her being repulsed by the idea of licking him clean was replaced by an image of her happily cleaning off all her pussy juices. I was angry at the thought of her enjoying the next command. “W..would you like to fuck my a..ass” the hesitation in her voice told me that she was not comfortable with that command. Good she was still not enjoying it all the way. I heard more shuffling around and the sound of her ass getting smacked and a yelp of appreciative pain.
“Little fucken cunt, look at you all marked up, you like it hard and rough don't you?” I could sense her hesitation as she barely said a word to him. I imagine he just rammed it in her as I heard an incredible scream of pain followed by some more flesh slapping. She was crying and screaming but not telling him to stop. Her barely broken ass was now being drilled by a huge black cock. The screams were a strange mix though as I believe that she herself was confused weather she was hating it or not. I could picture her face mashed against the window wanting to scream but at the same time she was grinding into him, unable to stop, the humiliation being too much for her to handle, her pussy dripping wet. “Going to cum bitch, going to cum” I heard her cock for the day moan, the slapping picking up in intensity before finally the popping sound of a cock pulling up and exploding all over her face. My final instruction to her was that she had to walk back to her place with the cum all over her face. I pictured her walking to her apartment building in that skimpy costume, more then likely messed up with a huge load of cum just covering her face. She was instructed to be as nonchalant as possible.
“I'm home sir,” she said sounding positively exhausted. I had her tell me all about it, when something caught my eye. A memo, the bosses daughter was getting married and he was inviting everyone to a social at his condo.