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Keely gets Blacknailed

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Tuesday morning Keely found herself awake early. She hadn't dared to tell Shane about what happened with Misty and she was wracked with guilt.

Shane lay asleep next to her, snoring lightly. Her heart trembled as she looked at him. She loves him so deeply. She loved their life together. How had she let this happen? How can she have a husband that encourages her sexual exploration and still she has found a way to have secrets from him? What could she do?

She was at a loss. She felt cornered and helpless. She didn't know what to do. But her shame burned inside her.

She reached over and pulled the covers off of her husband, exposing his nude body, admiring the flesh that he had promised her so many years ago.

Her hand gripped his flaccid cock and she began gently tugging the skin up and down over his member.

His eyes fluttered open, momentarily confused and unsure what was happening.

His cock got the idea faster than his foggy, sleep addled brain and began to stiffen in her hand.

"What's going on?", his voice was still raspy from sleep and before he had time to finish his question, she leaned over his probe form and took him deep in her mouth, struggling not to gag on his length.

A low, hungry moan escaped his lips as she bobbed her head up and down the length of his hardened manhood. Her tongue pressed flat against the thick underside of his flesh, putting pressure along the length of his cock.

As she moved her mouth she concentrated on long, consistent strokes, using her lips to lock tightly around the flesh she was taking into her heated mouth. She dove down, again and again, working more of the shaft between her lips, feeling the head of his cock sliding over her tongue and into her throat.

And she focussed on using her tongue and lips to pull the loose skin up the length of his shaft as she came up for the next stroke, using a milking motion that she knew he liked.

As soon as she got to the head, she reversed direction and tried to take even more of him into her throat. She wished she could figure out a way to eliminate her gag reflex and truly take all of him. She had been working on it and could take more of him now than she ever had before, but she still gagged on his length.

She knew he sort of liked gagging her with his cock and pushed herself lower still, gagging hard on his cock while she sucked him closer and closer to orgasm.

Shane rocked his hips forward a bit and arched off the bed. He hadn't expected to wake up to a blowjob this morning but he was enjoying his wife's skilled technique. He reached down, attempting to push her off of his cock so he could fuck her before she made him cum.

Lifting off of his cock, she planted her palm against his chest, pushing him back onto the mattress.

"No. I want your cum. Fuck my mouth and let me swallow you."

Shane laid back down, watching as his wife went back to gagging herself on his cock, this time with more speed.

Her head began twisting slightly as she worked her mouth up and down his length, making a corkscrew motion along his cock.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer. He could feel the cum churning inside and knew he was close to shooting his load into her mouth.

"Oh fuck baby. Fuck. Suck it good. Suck my cock baby."

Again she sped up, using her hand below her lips to simulate taking him all the way to the balls. Her saliva in her palm DID feel like she was sucking his entire length and he could feel his body rapidly approaching the point of no return.

She felt his hard cock tense, stiffening even more and could feel her husband's body teeter on the edge of his orgasm. She slowed her stroke, holding him on the edge for a few precious moments and then felt his cock CONVULSE inside her mouth.

With her tongue flat against the underside of his cock she could feel the cum rushing up his cock, and her mouth suddenly had his hot and salty cum inside it.

Again her husband's cock flexed hard and she felt another rush of cum traveling up the length of his member. She bobbed her head, slow and firmly, milking him again and again. After 4 or 5 spurts, his cock slowed its hard convulsions and her mouth was full of his hot cum.

She backed off of him, still stroking lightly with her hand as Shane's body shook with aftershocks.

She opened her mouth, her tongue coated in hot, white semen. Shane looked up, seeing his wife with a mouthful of his cum and watched as she closed her mouth and swallowed his load.

She smiled wickedly and with her fingers, milked the last drops up and out of his cock, leaning down to lick it up. Then she licked any hint of his cum from her fingers, staring into his eyes the whole time.

"My God, baby. Wow. That was awesome."

"I love you Shane." Just then her alarm clock started beeping.

"Oh shit. I gotta get in the shower. I have a crazy day today!" She jumped out of bed, leaving her husband satisfied and a little confused.

This hadn't made her problems with Misty go away, but swallowing her husband's cum HAD made her feel better and as she rushed through her morning routine, all thoughts of Misty were miraculously forgotten.

A few hours later, Keely was back in her office, her week shaping up nicely. Already her team had dealt with a couple medium sized problems and she was glad to see that they hadn't needed her to assist in the resolution. They had simply taken the appropriate action and then informed her of the change in plan.

This is why she spent so much of her time mentoring and training her employees. She realized that no one person can possibly stay on top of every aspect of every job. She needed her people out there making the decisions that she would make each and every time.

She would rather her people analyze, decide, and take action, even if that action was wrong. She could always coach them into better decisions. But the PROCESS was important. And she had a couple employees that were showing real skill in acting as leaders among their peers.

She was wearing a loose black skirt that ended just above the knee. Her blouse was white and billowy with folds and layers of soft silk. Finishing her outfit were 3 in black heels and leggings that disappeared beneath her skirt, coming to her mid thigh.

She hadn't followed Misty's command to go without panties, instead she had picked out a very sexy black thong that barely covered her little slick split. She had seen Misty only once, first thing in the morning and knew that Misty had several deadline issues to resolve.

Perhaps she wouldn't have a chance to check whether or not she had anything on under her skirt.

She had contemplated telling Shane last night about what had happened but her shame stopped her. She was scared at what his reaction might be. She didn't want him to be disappointed in her anymore than he already was. She had let him down by forgetting to take pictures for him to see. If he knew that she was sloppy enough to be caught by Misty, and even sloppier in allowing Misty to blackmail her at work and get more evidence to use, he might explode.

Blowing him had helped alleviate her anxiety but it certainly hadn't solved her problem. She still had no idea WHAT to do about Misty and her crazy scheme to blackmail her into being her sex slave.

Although she had fantasizes about fucking Misty for quite some time, THIS situation was unmanageable.

As if the thought had summoned her, Misty walked into her office unannounced carrying a report folder in her hand and closed the door behind her.

No one would question that if they saw it. Many of the things discussed in her office were sensitive and employees routinely needed privacy to discuss details of certain projects.

"Morning slut, I like the outfit. Let me see your pussy." No preamble, no warm up. Misty simply demanded that she hike her skirt up and let her see her pussy.

"Misty", she started.

"Don't Misty me! Show me your fucking pussy! Do it now you fucking whore or I will show HR EVERYTHING!"

Misty walked over to where Keely sat and grabbed her roughly by her hair, pulling painfully and leaning in to speak right into her face.

"You don't complain, negotiate, or hesitate. You do what I fucking say! Do you understand me?!?" Her voice steadily climbed until Keely was afraid that someone would hear from outside the office.

Keely tried to nod her head, acquiescing to Misty's commands.

"Answer me! Use your fucking words." Misty jerked her head by the hair at every word. "Do. You. Understand. Me?"

"Yes. I....I understand."

"You understand....WHAT?"

"I understand you Misty, I understand that I must obey." Tears were welling up once again. She trembled before this younger woman, unable to grasp that she was truly powerless to her.

Owned by her.

"Now show me your dirty little cunt."

Keely pushed her chair back, spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up to her waist.

With one hand she reached down and pulled her thong aside, giving Misty what she had asked for, a view of her naked pussy.

"You BITCH!", Misty cried out. "I TOLD you not to wear panties. And you FUCKING wore them!"

Anger baked off of her and Keely had we first real fear that perhaps Misty wasn't just kinky. Maybe she was disturbed. Sick.

"Keep your calendar clear for lunch. You're in a lot of trouble." Misty glared at her as she left her office, the threat hanging thick in the air between them.

She had meant to take her panties off before lunch so Misty wouldn't have known. She had been taken by surprise when Misty showed up early for "inspection" and she was caught red handed.

Oh my God. What would Misty do? She looked LIVID as she left the office. Keely trembled with fear and anticipation at what the woman may do.

She quickly took off her panties and tucked them into her purse. Hopefully when Misty came back it would earn her some leniency. She rolled her chair back up to her desk and quickly blocked off her lunch hour with a meeting.

She sent the meeting invite to Misty. Topic of Performance Counseling.

Immediately her computer chimed as Misty accepted the meeting invite.

Keely felt her heart pounding in her chest and a little thrill fluttered down her spine and lit deep inside her sex. Again she felt the strange combination of shame and lust. Fear and need.

How could she be enjoying this? What was wrong with her? She ground her thighs together tightly, feeling her pussy lips rubbing against each other, the old familiar ache inside of her coming to life against her will.

What had she become?

Misty entered her office a few minutes before noon. She had waited until the last person had left for lunch before getting up and heading into her bosses office.

Keely might be sloppy, but Misty didn't intend for anyone to notice what was going on. At least not yet.

There WAS a guy that worked in the mailroom that Misty had sort of been fucking off and on for the last 6 or 8 months. Perhaps she would invite him one day to join their little lunch meetings.

She could feel herself getting wet at the idea. Making Keely fuck someone would be incredible. Watching her rut like an animal, taking a man that isn't we husband inside her wet little hole right on her desk would be amazing.

And Misty would video the whole thing. Maybe she would have him cum all over her face. That might be a great visual to end her little homemade fuck clip.

Misty was smiling as she walked into Keely's office, closing and locking the door behind her. She turned to the blinds once again and closed them, making the office a truly private place.

Without a word, Misty walked around Keely's desk and grabbed her by the hair, pulling up until Keely had to either stand or have her hair ripped out of her head.

Misty kicked her chair away, the empty seat rolling over until it crashed into the back wall of the office.

Using the handful of her hair, she slammed Keely facedown, bent over her desk and yanked her skirt up around her waist, baring her ass.

She saw that Keely had removed her panties, her slick, wet hole dripping down her thighs.

"You think this redeems you?!? You think this makes it ok?" She is pressing Keely's face harder against the desk, her hand gripping her hair painfully.

"You think you can fucking DEFY me and NOT pay the price?!?" Misty slipped out of her left shoe then lifted her right, slipping the flat off of her foot. She shook it a bit, pleased at the flexibility of the leather.

She smiled, deciding that the shoe would make a fine substitute for a paddle.

"You're in so much trouble bitch," she growled into Keely's ear. "I hope your bruised ass is ready for it."

"Please Misty," she pleaded, "please be easy. I'm so sore. Please. I will do anything. I will be good." She was shocked at how quickly this woman had reduced her to begging. And she knew she meant every word. She WANTED to be used this way. Wanted to be treated like a toy and made to do filthy things to this woman.

A stab of guilt spiked through her as she thought of Shane but she didn't know what to do about that. For now, all she could focus on is this gorgeous, kinky woman who she had wanted for so long and revel in the unknown carnal acts she would be forced to do to her.

"Oh Keely", she said softly, "if only I believed you could learn without punishment." SMACK! The shoe made a wonderfully painful sound against the upraised flesh of her pert ass.

Keely jumped, the burning sting of the leather sole leaving behind an echo of the blow. She knew her flesh was turning pink in a perfect image of Misty's shoe.

Again the shoe slapped hard against her, this time on the other cheek. She hoped it wouldn't add to her already bruised ass. She didn't know how she would explain that to Shane.

Tears stood out in her eyes and her breathing was harsh and ragged as Misty rained slow, evenly spaced blows on her upturned ass. Through the pain she could feel her quivering sex leaking down her legs, could feel that burning ache inside her and her hands crept back to her cleft, her fingers rubbing that little nub at the top of her split.

Misty watched as her boss accepted being spanked by a shoe. Amazed at how slutty she was. How easily she submitted. She slowly caressed the reddened, heated skin of her ass as Keely moaned and rubbed at her clit, unable to control her need. Misty knew her own pussy was soaking her panties and she had her own desires that demanded attention and she was going to make sure Keely met them. Again and again.

Misty grabbed Keely by the hair once again and reached down with her other hand, sliding two fingers deep inside her slippery hole.

"You like that, don't you? You're so fucking wet." Her fingers worked in and out of her boss roughly, causing Keely to grunt, her own fingers still rubbing hard at her engorged clit.

"You're such a slut. Such a little whore. I wonder if Shane knows what a fucking whore he married?" Each word she said to her boss made her own sex ache. She had never before been the aggressor with a sexual partner. She had never known this power, this erotic thrill. She had been with dominant lovers in the past but she had never taken the alpha role.

She had never understood what it was like from the top. And she was drunk on the power of it.

She pulled her fingers out of Keely's slippery pussy, marveling at the clear strings of lust coating her fingers all the way to her palm. She placed one finger directly on Keely's puckered little asshole and gently rubbed up and down.

Keely jumped at the touch. For a moment frozen, her fingers stilled on her clit (but still applying sweet, aching pressure against that little button), and fear shot through her.

"Ahhh. Yes my little pet", Misty purred into her ear, "I'm going to finger fuck your tight little asshole."

The pressure increased and the small, massaging motions triggered her sphincter to relax enough that Misty's finger slipped inside, past that ribbon of flesh at the entrance to her naughty place.

"Does Shane fuck your ass? Does he shove his cock inside your little asshole and make you moan like a slut for him?" Her words turned her on as much as they did for Keely.

"Or do you only let your lovers fuck your ass? Maybe you like giving it to young studs, maybe you're ashamed to let Shane know what a whore you are."

As she spoke, she could feel the inner sphincter starting to loosen, allowing her finger to slip further inside, the tight flesh surrendering to her invading digit until her entire finger was engulfed.

Keely moaned, helplessly pinned to her desk. Rough hand tugging at her hair, her own fingers pressing hard, milking her clit, while Misty started fucking her long finger in and out of her asshole.

She could feel her orgasm beginning deep inside her. One moment she was struggling with the feeling of being so full down there where she had never been filled before, and the next she could feel her insides gathering in preparation for her impending release.

"Ugh ugh ugh", she moaned, her fingering rubbing harder and harder against her sex. Misty could FEEL her asshole starting to spasm and knew her boss was about to cum.

She fingered her asshole harder, faster. Her finger was still coated with the slick lubricant of this woman's pussy and it would last long enough for her to feel Keely's orgasming asshole.

Her entire body tensed, her back bowing up and her hands moving in disjointed little jerks, desperate to keep rubbing her clit.

An enormous full body convulsion wracked her as her orgasm smashed through her.

Misty felt her asshole grip around her finger like a fist and she stopped trying to fuck it in and out of her, instead just flexing the finger, wiggling it inside her throbbing asshole.

A long, loud scream of pleasure was coming out of her and Misty released her hair, clamping her hand over her mouth.

Misty could feel the heated breath muffled into her hand as Keely cried out her pleasure over and over.

She hoped no one was still in the office who might have heard just before she stifled her cries.

Finally her orgasm ended. Her body jerked and twitched with small aftershocks and Misty slowly withdrew her finger from inside her boss.

Keely was panting hard when Misty pulled her up, kissing her mouth with desperate need.

"It's my turn you little slut. Get on the floor and lay on your back."

As Keely struggled awkwardly to comply, her body sluggish and unresponsive, Misty stripped.

Keely lay on the floor of her office, watching as this young woman stood over her, straddling her head.

Slowly she lowered herself, one knee on each side of Keely's face, her hot, leaky pussy just inches above her hungry lips.

"I'm going to fuck your face now little slut. You better eat my pussy good or I will punish you so hard you won't sit for a week."

Keely moaned at the words. Words so very similar to the ones Shane had used when she forgot to take pictures at that cursed celebration dinner that had started this erotic nightmare.

Misty lowered herself onto the face of her boss. Her hands caressed Keely's ears for a moment then took her head by the hair and started grinding her slick flesh against her mouth.

Misty's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the lips and tongue of this sexy woman against and inside her hole. Back arching she started a lazy and feline rhythm with her hips, gently but insistently fucking her face.

Keely struggled for breath as she forced her tongue deep inside the hidden folds of this woman she had wanted for years. This woman that has decided to blackmail and abuse her. Who had just fucked her asshole with her finger and made her cum.

As much as this woman has humiliated her, taken advantage of her, turned her world upside down, she still felt a deep and burning lust for her. She WANTED to have this pussy pressed hard against her mouth. She wanted to taste it. To make this gorgeous woman cum for her.

The fingers in her hair pulled hard and painfully, lifting her head slightly as Misty started humping herself faster against Keely's mouth. Small moaning sounds filled the room, her breathing coming in fits and starts as she unconsciously held her breath, concentrating on the fire burning inside her loins.

She could feel her sex getting loose and watery, she knew her body was preparing to clench hard and release her fluids all over her boss, a thing that used to fill her with shame and feelings of insecurity. She could still remember her first boyfriend who had insisted she had pissed on him and how mortified she had felt.

Since then, even with partners that loved her to squirt for them, she always felt an echo of that shame. Always felt betrayed by her body. Felt like a freak.

Until now. With Keely she WANTED to soak her. To use her cum as a punishment. The idea of humiliating this slut filled her with a sense of sexual power unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. She wanted to DROWN her with it. To soak her clothes and have the other women in the office wonder what happened. To know Keely was damp and uncomfortable and embarrassed.

The very thought kindled her orgasm and she cried out, her climax deep and throbbing as she pressed hard against the tongue inside her.

She felt that liquid release and knew her pussy was gushing, raining its nectar all over her bosses mouth. Again and again her body convulsed with pleasure and the tide didn't stop for a long while.

When she lifted herself off of her superior, she couldn't help but smile at the glistening face of the woman she had just drenched.

Her hair was in shambles, sticking out from the sides of her head in wild tufts. Her makeup a smeared mess that would have made Heath Ledger's Joker smile.

The hollow at her neck was actually pooled with the evidence of the squirting orgasm she had just helped create. In a moment of impulse, Misty reached down and dipped her finger in that slippery little puddle then brought it to Keely's mouth, forcing her finger inside so she could taste it again.

With a smile, Misty began to dress, glancing at the clock on the far wall.

"You better clean yourself up slut. Lunch is over." Misty pulled herself together quickly, not nearly as disheveled from the afternoon romp as Keely was.

"Tomorrow you better not have panties on. And you might want to bring some lube." She let the threat hang in the air as she opened the door to leave.

Keely scrambled behind her desk, hiding her nakedness as the door opened. She could her some of her staff were already back to work in the cubicles outside.

Misty left with the door still cracked open, with the threat of being discovered.

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