The Contract

He glances at his calendar "3 o'clock?" he asks and she is startled by the change of theme.

"What?"

"3 O'clock we have the partner meeting. Shall I see you there?"

She nods, a little shaken. She had somehow expected more. She had just demonstrated her allegiance to him and all he wanted to do was check on a meeting? She returns to her desk, slightly confused but soon she is sure that he has something in mind for her at three and she begins to feel better.

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The day takes forever. Unable to think of nothing other than her nakedness under her skirt she can hardly concentrate. And she misses her underwear for those secret moments in the bathroom. Without her underwear she misses those intoxicating rushes of dirtiness. She finds other routes to satisfaction. Thinking of the submissive imagery she found online she kneels on the bathroom floor and jams four fingers uncomfortably into her anus as she masturbates whispering to herself "yes sir, fuck my ass please sir, use me sir" over and over until she comes.

He is already in the room when she arrives for the three o'clock. She is in a haze. She barely notices the meeting is even over. For the whole hour she stares at his chest. He is wearing a dash of color he did not have this morning. A bright red satin pocket square peeks out of his suit.

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As the light fades he appears again in her office doorway, manilla folder in hand. Before he returns it to her he takes a seat, tapping and caressing the folder as he talks as they both now whats inside.

"You have a boyfriend yes?" he asks

She nods, unsure. She didn't plan on revealing this but she sees no benefit in lying to a man who is holding her panties in his hand. She almost giggles.

"Whats his name?"

"Jared"

"Ah yes, Jared. And does Jared fuck you regularly?"

Now she does laugh. "yes, yes - occasionally"

"But not as often as you'd prefer I see" he tilts his head slightly sympathetically.

"Its complicated" She doesn't want to go down this route. She isn't looking for a therapist.

"All relationships are" he smiles, "that aside, will Jared fuck you tonight?"

"yes but..."

He interrupts her with a wave of the hand, "In the ass or pussy?"

Her mouth hangs open for a moment. She is shocked to hear these dirty words - these dirty ideas outlaid between two so seemingly civilized individuals.

"in...in..." she can find no better way to say but as she speaks she loves the sound of her voice uttering such abrupt things "in the pussy. He fucks my pussy." Now she wants to say more, to be dirtier, to show him she is no wall flower "but I... I've been fucked in the ass. Lots. I like it". She hears herself sounding like a pouty teenager and knows she is lying. She did it once, in college and Jared never asked. But she thinks about it a lot.

"well you are a dirty little slut aren't you?" he smiles. Her pussy is throbbing hard and she lowers her head, playing along

"yes, I am".

"Very well then. Tonight have Jared fuck you in the pussy and ass. And make sure you have these panties in your mouth while doing it."

She just stares at him, simultaneously wondering how she will broach this subject with Jared and wondering why he wants another man to fuck her. Doesn't he know he can fuck her right now if he asks? Does he know about her panty 'thing'? Is that why he brings it up?

"Do you understand your instructions slut?" He asks leveling his gaze at her.

She says nothing. Too much to take in.

He lays the folder on her desk, "Good then we have an understanding" and he leaves her.

Turmoil. She hadn't much thought about Jared. To be honest she never much thought about Jared. But now he had brought him into their relationship. Why? What was happening? Was this really where she wanted to be?

Her fingers found the edge of her panties inside the folder and her mind ignites the scene. She sees herself being butt-fucked, used like a cheap whore, fucked by a man through another man with a pair of dirty panties stuffed in her mouth and suddenly she understands. Tonight he will fuck her, by proxy. She balls the panties in her fist and hurries to collect her coat.

She wants it.

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Ultimately she gives up on finding a way to ask Jared to use her behind and decides that action is far less embarrassing. She knew she would have trouble seeing it through unless she was very, very turned on but this proved easy. Given the events of the day and an hour in the bathroom playing with herself and stretching her anus with her fingers but not allowing herself to come she felt a sufficient sense of wild abandonment.

Somehow she naturally maneuvered their love making into a position where she was lying flat on her stomach and Jared was fucking her from behind. Several times he had commented on how extraordinarily wet she was. She could not tell if found this to be a good or bad thing.

Finally she plucked up the courage. She imagined him standing in the corner of the room watching her being taken from behind and this gave her the motivation. She would show him what a proper slut she truly was.

She reached back behind herself as Jared paused in his thrusting for a moment and grabbed his stiff cock in her fist. Raising it slightly she held the head against her anus and pushed back against him. Before he could respond he was half an inch inside her and she grunted with the surprise of it.

"You sure about this?" asked Jared and she simply responded by pulling him deeper into her asshole.

"Alright" he grunted and slowly sank his full length into her behind.

She had made sure the lights where off and using her body as a shield she retrieved the panties from under the pillow where she had placed them earlier without him seeing.

Pressing them against her face she inhaled. her own scent and an unfamiliar one. Opening her mouth she pushed the panties inside and closed her lips around them. Now with a hand free she was able sink a finger into her pussy while Jared slid in and out of her behind.

It hurt to begin with. A tremendous sense of fullness. It was not so much the actual sensation - it felt undeniably good to her - but the idea of what was happening that tipped her over the edge. Jared came inside her anus in less than a minute and by reciting to herself the situation she was able to join him in the climax. "here I am, being fucked in the ass, at the request of another man, because he told me to do it, with my dirty panties in my mouth. I am a whore, a slut, I am dirty". And she came.

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"Did you thank him for fucking your dirty little asshole?" he enquired as she handed over a fresh pair of panties the next morning.

"No, no I didn't. I was too embarrassed."

"You should always thank a man after he fucks you you know. It's polite" She looks away, she feels like a school girl reporting to the headmaster.

"And did you clean his cock with your mouth after?" She just stares. The crudity of this notion is beyond anything that had ever occurred to her.

"No."

"Did you ask him for permission to come?"

"No. i didn't".

"did you come?"

"yes. yes I did."

"You should always ask for permission to come you know. Did he ejaculate in your ass?"

"yes, yes he did."

"And what did you do with his come?"

"I... I just.. " this is way more intimate than she was ready for "i just, you know, went to the bathroom..."

"I see. And you didn't ask him if you should eat his come out of your ass?"

"I... I .. I dunno I...."

"well I see we still have a lot of work to do with you then miss. Much work"

She lowers her head in humiliation.

"Now show me that dirty little pussy of yours and go back to your desk and think about how you might do better tonight."

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Training. That was what it was about she realized sitting back at her desk. He was training her, making her ready for him.

All those disgusting and humiliating things he had asked - he was just making sure she was prepared for him.

And she resolved that she would do all he asked. Tomorrow she would pass his test. Already the thought of debasing herself had her loins glowing.

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Late in the afternoon she went for her now hourly masturbation sessions in the bathroom and was surprised when the door sprung open as she reached for the handle.

It was him.

"well hello. Perfect timing"

She turned to flee but checked herself. She had as much right to the bathroom as anyone.

"Come inside, I have something for you"

At last she thought, he is going to fuck me in the bathroom. Thank god. And she strode past him as he closed the door making sure nobody saw them together.

He locked the door and she took two steps toward him ready to throw her arms around him.

"Not yet" he laughed holding her back, "I have a gift, pull up your skirt and go sit down"

She hesitated, unsure but then obliged. It thrilled her to be naked from the waist down in front of him.

She sat, enjoying having her knees parted in his company and he handed her a plastic zip lock bag from within his jacket.

It contained the panties she had given him that morning.

"Go ahead, open it" he said as he crossed the room and leaned casually against the opposite wall to her.

She looked at him and then the bag. Cracking the seal she was hit by the smell of semen.

"did you..."

"Ejaculate in your panties? Absolutely. Do you know what to do?"

"Do you want me to put them on?"

"Shortly, but first I want you to clean them". She eyes the sink... "with your mouth" he corrects her.

"You want me to lick your come out of my panties?"

"yes"

"while you watch?"

"yes"

Slowly she pulls them out the bag and lets it drop to the floor. She is unsure but when she looks at him she realizes he is ultra tense under his casual demeanor. She realizes, once again, that she holds the cards to this relationship. He pushes her but she chooses the step. And every step she takes the more he is hers.

She unravels the panties. Still warm. he must have come only minutes before. A large gob of sticky white fluid sits in the gusset. She raises it to her lips and looking directly into his eyes she sinks then end of her tongue into it and scoops the globule into her mouth.

He is almost vibrating with excitement and his prick makes a tent-pole in his pants.

She swallows. Most of the come is gone, absorbed by the material which is wet with the moisture. She takes the gusset in her fingers - puts it to her lips, her nose, inhales.

"may I touch myself?" she asks

"You may"

She spreads her pussy with one hand and begins teasing her clit as with the other she slowly rubs the soaked underwear across her face, rubbing his juice on her chin, cheeks, nose forehead and neck until she is covered in a thin moist film of his fluid - never loosing eye contact.

They are both breathing hard but his arms remain crossed.

"May I come?"

"Absolutely" his voice is hoarse.

She closes her eyes, pushing the gusset of the panties between her lips she spreads her legs even wider and comes in seconds inhaling the scent of him on her face.

When she opens her eyes again he is right in front of her, leaning in to stare at her face. He puts a finger under her chin and gently raises it.

"You are so beautiful" he says pulling the panties out of her mouth he leans in and their lips touch for lightest of kisses. She shudders and moves to kiss him fully but he pulls back, opens her mouth with a finger on her chin and pushes the panties back inside.

"Wear those to the drinks tonight" he says and suddenly the door opens and closes and she is alone, slouched on a toilet, her pussy dripping wet, covered in come, trembling with a pair of dirty panties in her mouth.

Drinks? she thinks.

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Her underwear is literally sticking to her as she makes her way to the bar. An after work cocktail - a celebration of the close of project. Virtually the whole office is there. She spies him almost immediately across the crowded bar but it takes an hour to work her way near tom him. She wants to connect - to talk - to flirt but she doesn't know about what or how. Her attention is distracted by someone from marketing who wants to talk about some future project and suddenly she realizes he is no longer in the room.

Her phone buzzes. A text.

'Outside. Rear door, past bathrooms.'

It takes an eon to push her way through the crowd and discard her glass but finally she finds the rear door of the bar and pushes out onto a dark, deserted alleyway. Almost deserted. He leans against a wall behind the door.

He pulls her to him, taking her in his arms and pressing their bodies together. She feels herself go limp in his embrace and raises her face to be kissed but instead he puts his mouth to her ear and whispers.

"Are you enjoying the things I make you do?" he asks and she nods

"yes" she whispers back into his neck

"You know I want you very badly" he whispers, she nods, she knows it "but there are things that must happen first. You must be ready."

"I'll be ready" she whispers 'I promise".

"Good. Now do you have any idea what I need from you now?" She stiffens a little. Another test? She is both disappointed and excited.

"No"

"I want you to wet yourself, like a little girl. Have you ever wet yourself on purpose?"

She pulls back to look into his face, searching. How can he know about her secret proclivities? Surely he cannot... She wants to lie and say no but whats the point in lying to this man? Just hours ago she masturbated in front of him with him come all over face and in her mouth. Why should she hide herself?

It comes out as a sigh, a wave of relief to have someone to finally share her most intimate side with herself. 'Yes. yes I have.'

"Good,' and she can tell from his tone that he a little surprised. At least that means no secret camera in the washroom she thinks, "Do it for me now. Wet your panties for me".

"Right here?" she asks somewhat incredulous.

"Right here" he says and he turns them both around until she is leaning back against the wall. Roughly he pulls her hips out, hikes up her skirt just enough to remain decent and pushes her feet apart until she stands, leaning back with her ankles slightly wider than shoulder width.

"Right here" he says again. He holds her at arms length, holding her shoulders and looks at the patch of gowned between her feet. "Now"

She looks up and down the alley. They are alone.

What the heck she thinks and lets go.

A hot stream jets through her thin panties and hits the ground between them. It seems like the loudest noise in the world to her. She wants to stop but now she is committed she allows her bladder to empty. Her underwear is soaked and she feels a trickle running down her leg. The stink of her piss surrounds and engulfs them. She has never felt so dirty as she does now and she thrills to it. He pulls her close and his mouth is on hers. As his tongue finds hers she feels his hand up her thigh and inside her soaking underwear. He pulls the underwear to the side and deeply sinks two fingers into her pussy and begins to quickly finger fuck her while kissing her deeply.

She scrabbles to find his cock through his pants with her hand and abruptly it is over. He pulls away, holding her wrist.

"No not yet" he says breathing hard. She can tell he is wrestling with his own overwhelming desire. "Go back inside. I... I need a minute"

Confused, a little hurt but more turned on and more desiring this man than any in her life so far she pushes herself off the wall and stumbles back inside. Fortunately the bathroom is vacant and she takes a full ten minutes to collect herself and calm down.

She must complete her tasks this evening. For the good of them both. It cannot go on like this she thinks.

She returns to the party, finds a new drink and downs it in one before ordering another. He is there, across the room - his coat over his arm, readying to leave. As he exits he makes a right turn instead of a left to the door. He comes directly up to her and leans in to whisper in her ear.

"Thank you. That was wonderful". He raises his glass to toast her and she obliges before he finishes his drink.

He smiles at her with genuine affection and a little wickedness, leans in for one parting whispered shot before he turns and leaves,

"I can smell your stinking pee soaked panties you filthy slut".

She about buckles.

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She was fairly drunk by the time she got home and slipped into a deep hot bath with another glass of wine. Her whole body ached and she could think of nothing else but the events of the day and what she must do that evening. Her supremely soiled underwear lay on the side of the tub and occasionally she would pick them up and inhale the complex aromas. His come. Her come. Her piss. Her mind swam with it.

She felt both more relaxed than she had ever felt in her life and more tense. Her body a taught string of sensation. Her mind a whirl of images and memories.

She was over Jared now. He was just a means to end. She would willingly walk out today if she did not need him a puzzle piece in this theater of desire. In retrospect she knew that she was only biding time with him anyway.

He belonged to the old her. But now she had found a new side to herself. No, thats not right. The sides of herself where coming together. Forming a whole. Her shame and her desires where now the same thing. He was uniting her.

So freed from her embarrassment was she, and partially fueled by the wine, that she found no problem in asking outright.

"Fuck me in the ass will you?" she demanded and jared was clearly shocked.

She delighted in her sluttyness as she held her buttocks open wide with both hands, her ass in the air to allow him entry and as he pushed into her dark hole she allowed herself to grunt like an animal and cared not if he saw her pulling the stinking panties to her face.

She didn't even try to masturbate herself as he sunk into her ass. She didn't want to come. She just wanted to be used. To be a piece of meat. A willing hole for a mans pleasure. Jared's pleasure. His pleasure.

She heard herself egging him on, enjoying her own vulgarity.

"harder, harder" she grunted "fuck my ass hard, faster Jared, make it fucking hurt will you? Fuck me and make it hurt. Shit. thats right. All the way. Just use me. Use my ass. Hurt me now. I'm your cum-dump. I'm a whore. Fuck my hole."

All the talk of pain made her realize what she wanted so badly at this point.

"Fucking hit me will you? Slap my ass. Slap my tits. Fucking show me who's boss while you fuck my ass"

Jared stopped, his cock deep inside her, clearly shocked and unsure what to do.

She couldn't allow him to stop. She had to have his come in her. That was the rule.

She pushed back and forward, rocking on her knees, forcing his cock in and out of her gaping anus while he held perfectly still. faster and faster she rocked. It hurt like hell, Jared was no small guy and she listened to the sound of her buttocks slapping against him as she forced him deeply in and out of her.

'Am I raping him?' she thought to herself and the anger welled within her. Why didn't he want to use her? Didn't he get it?

"Fuck - Ing - hurt - me" she screamed pile-driving her ass against him. She stuffed the panties in her mouth, reached down and squeezed Jareds balls making him finally grunt as he started to come. She pushed back as hard as could, impaling herself on his shaft until the pulsing in her anus from his pumping cock subsided.

She slid off his cock and pulled the panties from her mouth. He slumped back on his knees and before he could react she had spun around and had his slimy cock in hand.

"Let me clean that for you" she said and she just about got his cock in her mouth, tasting the come and aroma of her own ass when he angrily pushed her away.