Bride Submission: Boss's Bitch

She slapped my ass hard making me yelp. "Put your panties back in your fucking mouth and don't you dare make a sound, you pretentious little fucking bitch."

Her tone fierce, I quickly obeyed, shoving my panties back in my mouth like an obedient child as she began pumping her arm in and out of my cunt. I whimpered and moaned into my panties as I was fisted and violated like a cheap slut.

"Gape her ass," he ordered.

"With pleasure," she agreed, as she pulled her fist roughly from my cunt and slid two fingers inside my ass. She wiggled her fingers around and said, "It's already pretty loose, sir. I'm guessing she is already a pretty dirty ass slut."

"Is that true, Ms. Peck? Are you already a dirty ass slut?" he asked, pulling my panties out of my mouth.

"Yeeeeeees," I admitted, as she slipped a third finger in my rear.

He shoved the panties back in my mouth and asked, "Is she ready?"

"No one can be ready for that big snake of yours, sir," she answered, clearly lusting after his cock.

He laughed boisterously, "Touché," before I felt his strong hands on my hips. "Get the lube."

"Not sure the bitch deserves it," she said, smirking at me, her disdain for me obvious.

"Don't want to rip her apart before she has all her submission gatherings," he said, reminding me of the many different events my father-in-law had informed me were going to happen between now and my wedding.

"Fine," she shrugged, opening a drawer and pulling out a tube of lube.

She roughly lubed my asshole, her fingers violating me once again, before he ordered, "Lick her cunt, while I fuck her ass."

She sighed heavily, clearly thinking she was below such a task, but I smiled thinking of her pleasuring me.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the burn that was inevitable as his thick cock would widen my ass unnaturally.

Without any more discussion, I felt his cockhead pushing against my asshole and after a brief resistance he broke through and I whimpered into my panties as an intense pain immediately began.

A couple of seconds later, I felt her tongue on my cunt which immediately created an intense contrast of pleasure and pain.

He slowly continued to penetrate deeper into my ass as he said, "For such an ass slut, you have one fucking tight ass."

"Not for long," she quipped from beneath me.

He laughed again, "That's definitely true."

I just kept my teeth clenched together as his violation of my ass continued, the bitch's tongue on my pussy at least countering somewhat the pain that was not fading away.

"Dammit," he sighed. "I have to get going soon, your true anal training will have to wait until after your honeymoon, Brittany." As he began fucking my ass, although only half his cock was in me.

After a few strokes, the pain, like it had the first time I took a cock up my ass, began to fade and an indescribable pleasure began to slowly build.

"Fuck, I love your ass, Brittany," he grunted. "I can't wait to really give it the full Pickerton invasion."

I moaned, as I got used to his thick cock in my ass, and began to want to take more in me.

"You like my cock in your ass?" he asked, as he began fucking me faster.

Spitting out my panties, I admitted, "Oh God yes, fuck my ass harder."

"You really are an insatiable slut just like Walker said you were," he approved, before continuing, "I knew your father was a member of the society, but I couldn't fathom you being a submissive cock slut at first."

"Oh, I am," I moaned.

"But you're such a straight line feminist," he pointed out.

"Can't I be both?" I asked.

"A feminist and a slut?" he questioned.

I knew instantly the terms were contradictory, but the reality was, I was the oxymoron of the two worlds colliding. "Yeeees," I moaned, "now fill your feminist slut's ass with all that big cock of yours."

"You're not ready for it all," he warned.

"Slam that big fucking snake in my asshole," I demanded.

"You asked for it," he said, seemingly surprised by my hunger.

I grabbed the edges of the desk in preparation for the hard thrust I was anticipating, craving and screamed as all eleven inches filled my ass and his body slammed into mine so hard the desk moved. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I screamed, a mixture of burning fire and orgasmic euphoria cascading through me.

"Drill her ass," Mrs. Patterson snidely quipped as my head went light.

He continued pounding my ass as the pleasure and pain principle continued to create a sensation that riddled my very being. So close to orgasm, I babbled incoherently, "Oh God, fuck, yes, aaaaah, shiiit, close, close, sooooooo close."

I was so close to coming, the double pleasure and unbelievable feeling of my ass being so full was causing such intensity in pleasure that I thought I might pass out...yet my orgasm, so close, wouldn't burst, instead simmering so close to the surface.

Mrs. Patterson laughed, as she slipped two fingers in my cunt, "Come, you nasty slut."

Finding my g-spot, I obeyed her demand, as I screamed, not even thinking of the words coming out of my mouth, "Thaaaaank you, Mistreeeeeeeess," as the avalanche of euphoria, crashed down on me hard.

I just lay bent over the desk, my body drained of all energy, my mind empty of rational thought, as he continued to pound my ass, and she continued to tap on my clit...my orgasm refusing to stop pulsing through me.

A few deep thrusts later, my black Master announced, "Here comes my cum," as he shot his load deep in my ass.

I moaned, "Oh yes, fill my ass with your cum," as I tightened my ass cheeks trying to milk his cock for every last drop of his sticky seed.

She pulled her fingers out of my cunt, my pussy juice leaking out of me like a tap left running and he pulled out of my ass, his cum dripping out of me. I felt like a dirty slut, humiliation setting in as my orgasm faded and the reality of my submission came flooding back.

Mr. Pickerton said, "I have a meeting to go to. Brittany, congratulations on your upcoming wedding and I look forward to continuing your training when you return to work."

"Yes, sir," I weakly agreed, happy he was leaving.

"Mrs. Patterson, she owes you an orgasm, but don't keep her too long, I imagine she has work to do before she heads out tonight for her family orgy," he said casually, as if he was talking about the weather.

"Hmmmm, I have the perfect place for her to return the favour," she purred, standing up and smiling deviously.

"I'm sure you do," he chuckled, as he walked out of the office.

She said firmly, "Straighten up, slut, and meet me at my desk."

"Okay," I weakly agreed.

"Okay, Mistress," she corrected.

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologized, finally standing straight up.

"Oh, you will be if you are not a hundred percent obedient," she warned, walking out.

I stretched and wobbled, my head still light from the orgasm and wondering how I was ever going to get my life to resemble some sort of normality. Taking a few deep breaths to recover, I walked out of the office, his cum still leaking out of my ass.

"Under my desk," she ordered, not even looking at me, as she rolled her chair back.

Understanding her earlier warning, I didn't protest, even though the area was a lot smaller than the one under Mr. Pickerton's. Once under the desk, she rolled her chair back under, her legs wide open.

I didn't need instructions as I buried my head between her legs, under her dress and began licking her completely shaved pussy.

"Go slow, slut, I want this to last," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered in shame from my submissive position as I continued licking.

Over the next thirty minutes I licked slowly, was ordered to stop each time the phone rang, and sat frozen in fear as another colleague of mine chatted with her. Mrs. Patterson seemed to revel in the fact that I was under the desk and clearly prolonged the conversation longer than necessary.

Eventually, she grabbed my head and began grinding her cunt on my face, finally coming all over me.

Once her orgasm was done, she rolled her chair out and ordered, "You can fix your make-up, you look like a cheap slut, but don't wash my pussy juice off your face."

"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, getting out of the confined space and standing up, my knees aching.

"Go, slut," she said, her tone full of disdain as she waved me off.

I scurried out and rushed directly to the restroom where I looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself: my face shiny, my make-up running and my hair dishevelled. I couldn't believe that twenty-four hours ago I was living a completely different life. I tried to fix my hair and face as best I could as I had left my purse in my office.

Doing an adequate job, I took the stairs down to my floor, to avoid colleagues, and ignored my secretary who said something to me as I walked into my office and closed my door.

Collapsing in my chair at my desk, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, my anxiety at a new high.

The intercom came on, "Ms. Peck, DA Smith is here to see you."

My eyes went wide again as I quickly grabbed my purse. I replied, "Please tell him I need a couple of minutes to finish with an issue."

"Of course, Ms. Peck," she agreed.

I went to my private bathroom and tried to make myself respectable as I shifted from submissive slut to professional lawyer...although knowing what I now knew...I would play sexy professional lawyer in an attempt to have him consider me as his replacement.

As I added a fresh coat of lipstick, I wondered, 'would Bradley be okay with me sleeping my way to the DA's job?' Considering he had fucked his sister without my knowledge, I figured I owed him one.

I finished freshening up, confident I had both the professional and physical attributes to get the job.

Deciding that being a part of the Order of Syndom should also enhance my professional life, I went to my desk ready to use my sexy wiles to show DA Smith I was the perfect candidate for the job.

Just then I got a text from Dad:

Baby Slut,

Meet the family at McGavin's at six.

An outfit for the evening will be dropped off at your office this afternoon.

Master Daddy

My cunt tingled as I read the text and the promise of tonight. Would my two brothers be there? Grandpa? Uncles and aunties? Was tonight going to be an incest orgy with me as the center piece?

Horny again, I put my phone away, unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse, creating a valley of flesh to tease, pushed a piece of paper off my desk and pressed the intercom button, "Please let DA Smith in."

Tonight was a few hours away, right now I had to focus on the task at hand...convincing DA Smith I was the right woman for the job.

He walked in and I stood up and walked over to him. I offered my hand and my dazzling smile, "It's great to see you, sir."

"You too, Ms. Peck," he smiled, looking directly down at my ample cleavage I had created just for him, before adding, "It won't be Ms. Peck for much longer, though."

"Oh, I plan on keeping my maiden name," I pointed out, although I wasn't sure that was true after all that had transpired...did I even have a say in such matters anymore?

"Good for you," he nodded.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, walking towards my desk, stopping at the corner of my desk to bend down and pick up the piece of paper I had dropped earlier, allowing him to get a good long look at my firm ass.

"Um, well, I," he struggled, obviously distracted by my curves.

Standing back up, I asked, smiling, "You okay?"

"Y-y-yes," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "Just need to talk to you quickly about something."

"Sure, what about?" I asked, turning around and leaning on my desk, allowing him a great view of my nylon-clad legs.

He sat down and slyly adjusted himself before he continued, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course."

"I am running for governor."

"That is great," I smiled warmly, bending down to give him a congratulatory hug and a lengthy view of my breasts. Standing back up, I added, "You are the perfect candidate."

"Thank you," he nodded, his face clearly showing surprise at my rather uncharacteristic warmth. "The reason I am here is, if I win, there would obviously be an opening for a district attorney and Mr. Pickerton recommended you."

"He did," I replied, moving back to my desk and sitting down. "That was awful big of him."

"And I agree, you would be a great possible candidate," he continued, continuing to look at my breasts more than my eyes.

"Thank you, sir," I said, noticing he used the word 'possible'.

"Oh please, call me Bill."

"Only if you call me Brittany," I smiled back.

"So, are you interested?" he asked.

"Of course," I nodded, before adding, my tone not dripping with flirtation but enough, I hoped, to make my point, "I would do anything to get that job."

"Well, I don't think there is anyone more qualified than you," he complimented.

"Thank you," I smiled, before adding, "but I have seen many men less qualified than me get positions I should have gotten."

Bill shook his head. "At the District Attorney's office you are judged on your ability and not your sex."

I smiled and leaned forward, allowing my breasts to practically fall out of my blouse, "Can't it be both?"

Bill's eyes went wide as he stared at my cleavage utterly speechless.

I stood up and moved back around my desk as I explained, "I know how the game works Bill. The system is one massive boy's club. That said, I have something to offer that none of the boys in the club can offer."

With that, I dropped to my knees and put my hand on his very hard cock.

After a moment of shock at my aggressive approach, he quickly took control, smiling confidently. "So, you are willing to do whatever it takes?"

I squeezed his cock firmly, "I am a hundred percent team player."

"Is that so?" he asked.

"Although for a full hundred percent participation I need to be more than just a 'possible' candidate," I continued, fishing his cock out of his pants.

"I usually do a thorough interview before I ever hire someone," He countered.

"Let's do some oral dictation first," I quipped and devoured his six inch cock.

"Oooooh," he groaned, probably quite surprised that someone he had gone head-to-head with on many occasions was now giving him head.

I bobbed on his cock hungrily, easily deep-throating him, for a couple of minutes, before taking his cock out of my mouth and asking, "What is the next part of the interview?"

"A complete physical," he smiled. "Got to make sure you are healthy and able to work the long gruelling hours that the job entails."

I stood up and asked coyly, "Should I get out of this skirt?"

"I want to see those tits you are always flaunting first," he ordered, no longer surprised by the shift in context.

"You mean these?" I asked coyly, cupping my breasts.

He stood up, and demanded, "I don't have a lot of time to flirt, Brittany. Show me your tits now."

I obeyed, taking off my blouse, willing to do anything for him to give me my dream job.

"Bra too," he ordered.

I again obeyed.

"Very nice," he approved, cupping my breasts.

"I'm happy you approve," I smiled.

"Usually, I would do a very through interview, but I think I will get right to the final question," he said, as he turned me around, pushed me over my desk and tugged down my skirt. "No panties and thigh highs," he said his tone implying he was surprised and impressed.

I replied, "I dress as a professional on the outside and a slut underneath."

"Well done," he approved, "the only question left is do you allow access to all three of your holes?"

"I like to think I'm a fuck two holes and get the third for free kind of girl," I quipped trying to be witty.

He pulled his pants down and said, "I hope to test out all your holes, Brittany, but I have time constraints at the moment."

"I see," I pouted, "well, I guess this will just have to be a test drive for now and you can do a more thorough test when you have time."

His hands went to my hips and I felt his cock between my ass cheeks, "I will definitely take you up on that offer, Brittany."

"I hope you doooo," I moaned, as his cock slowly slid into my ass.

"Fuck, so tight," he groaned, as he slowly slid deeper into my back door.

As he started slowly fucking my ass, he said, "I'm a little surprised by your enthusiasm."

I moaned, "I'm a lot more than meets the eye."

He continued slowly fucking me until I demanded, "Come on stud, don't make love to my ass, pound it."

"Shit, Brittany, you really are a wild one," he chuckled, as he obliged my request, beginning to slam into my ass. His cock much smaller than Mr., Pickerton's, I easily took it all.

A couple more minutes and he warned, "I'm going to come soon, my little ass slut."

Wanting to taste his cum, I moaned, "I want it down my throat."

"As you wish," he agreed, moving back.

I quickly dropped to my knees and devoured his cock. After a couple quick bobs, he grabbed my head and began fucking my face, his balls bouncing off my chin. Soon he grunted, "Here it comes, my slut," and he deposited his load down my throat.

After the majority of his load slid down my throat, he slowed down and let go of my head. Pulling out a moment later, he smiled, "If I win, you win."

"Either way, you win," I smiled back, licking the head of his cock.

He chuckled, pulling up his pants, "Touché."

Once he was gone, I went back to my desk, and tried to work. Yet, the knowledge that tonight I was supposed to be the centerpiece of a family orgy began to dominate my thoughts.

Looking at the clock, I sighed, it was going to be a long next few hours.

The end for now...

Coming next: Bride Submission: Family Orgy