I wake up next morning to feel my husband's cock gently fucking my arse. It's such a fantastic feeling I just lie there on my side while he slides in and out of me. This is what I'm for. To satisfy my man any time and in any way he wants it. I push back my bottom and begin to move with him. He pounds harder, lifts me up onto my knees and fucks me really hard as a dog would a bitch. As he fucks, he spanks my ass cheeks. Two loud groans and he spurts his seed into me. He rolls onto his side and pulls my face around so our lips join and I feel his tongue fucking my mouth. A tender kiss on my lips follows and a slap on my arse.
"Get cleaned out, showered and make my breakfast boy."
I scamper to do his bidding. Three enemas, three shits until it runs clear then a shower. Clothed in only my black houseboy apron I run downstairs to the kitchen and first make the coffee. As I do this I see right in front of my eyes on the kitchen wall a printed notice headed 'Breakfast every day at 8.30am' - Coffee, cornflakes with milk and sugar, buttered toast and marmalade. I stack the dirty dishes from the night before in the dishwasher and set a place at the head of the dining table. Keeping an eye on the kitchen clock I enter the dining room at eight-thirty carrying a tray with coffee pot, a bowl of cornflakes, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar. Nick sits waiting wearing a pinstripe business suit with a red tie. Nothing is said and I head back to the kitchen to make the toast.
After placing the buttered toast and a jar of marmalade on the dining table I go and stand with my back to my husband and wait. I can hear him crunching his toast as I stand feeling quite proud showing off my red and cane striped bottom.
"Come here boy."
Nick has turned his chair from the table and I stand demure between his trousered thighs. He smiles.
"Not bad wife." his hands go around my waist, he unties the apron strings, the apron falls to the floor and my stiff prick stands out from my shaven groin.
"But no apron. You stay naked the whole day until I come home unless I order otherwise. Understand boy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Over my leg."
I bend over one massive thigh and he winds his other trousered leg around my legs and places a firm hand on my back so I'm trapped, unable to move. He starts spanking me. One cheek and then the other.
"You will receive a spanking every morning before I go to the office whether you have been disobedient or not. You must learn to enjoy receiving them as much as I enjoy giving them."
Although it hurts, it's true, I enjoy being spanked naked by my husband. This is what I've always wanted. He stops just as I start sniffling and gives me a tender kiss on the mouth. I hug him close.
"You'll find a list of duties on the coffee table in the lounge. When you've finished you can swim and sunbathe or do your studies. I'll be back at seven and will expect dinner at seven-thirty. Okay?"
"Of course Sir." I stand up and start clearing the table.
When he's ready to leave I run to the front porch and he gives me a fatherly kiss on my head before driving off in his Merc.
By 11 I've finished my morning chores of cleaning my Husband's bathroom, making the bed and dusting all the rooms. I'm in the kitchen studying a recipe book when the door opens and a black guy in a track suit walks in. I'm standing there naked. I back against the wall as he walks towards me and takes hold of my prick and balls.
"I'm Greg, your personal trainer Matt. Weren't you expecting me?"
"Well er... I wasn't sure when." My heart thumps calm down. He's only a little taller than me and has a well-built body. Black close-cropped hair, cute handsome face with thick lips and a twinkle in his brown eyes. My prick is hard. He strokes it.
"Why you all shaved girl? Does Nick fuck you?"
"Yes," and without thinking, "I'm his wife."
"Yeah, he told me on the phone. Bet you fuck better than my wife. Nick warned me not to, but didn't say you couldn't blow me. You good at blow jobs blondie?"
He pushes me down to my knees, pulls down the top of his track suit pants and pushes a rock hard black cock into me mouth. It's fat, but not as long as Nick's so I manage to cope. I've never had sex with a black guy before and begin to picture myself as the white slave to a black Master as I go at his cock. Taking his thrusts. Rolling my tongue around his thickness. Tasting his pre-cum, going off into a my own fantasy as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. He yells out.
"Take it you white trash. You fucking fag. I'm cumming... take it... swallow my black spunk blondie."
And I do. Great gobbets off it spurt into my mouth, I taste it and swallow it down my throat. I stay on my knees as he straightens up, pulls up his pants and moves to sit on a kitchen stool. He pulls me to my feet and puts his arms around me.
"Fantastic! You feel guilty Matt?"
"Yeah, I do. Will you tell Nick?"
"For sure. He only said don't fuck. He'd expect me to use you in case you might think you're too precious. But sorry about all the white trash, fucking fag stuff. Anyway, I dare say you were thinking of me as your black master, am I right?"
"Yes Sir. Is that wrong?"
"Not at all, if that's what gets you going sweetie. We all get off on our fantasies and you sure are my white slave male bitch fantasy. You're terrific."
"Thank you Sir."
"No, no, I'm Greg. It's only Nick you call Sir. That okay?"
"If you say so Greg."
"Now let me look at you."
I stand back with my feet apart and Greg runs his hands over my body. Tweaking my nipples with a grin on his face and squeezing my arse cheeks.
"Daily exercise I think to keep you trim. Nick wants a slim little wife not a body builder. Come on, follow me."
I'm on his heels as he leaves the house and runs across the garden. He sets a pace which I follow along a path all around the perimeter of the garden wall. After the first circuit he signals for me to go ahead. He now follows and slaps my bare arse constantly.
"Move blondie, move faster."
I'm panting as we complete four circuits. Greg leads me to the pool, strips down to his briefs and dives into the pool. I follow naked. We swim six lengths of the pool before he stops and levers himself out. I join him, breathless, on the lawn.
"That's it blondie, except by next week I expect you to be doing six around the house and ten lengths. If not, I'll have to paddle your arse. Okay?"
"Yes Sir."
"None of this sir shit with me Matt. I'm your trainer, nothing more. I gotta go."
As Greg slips into his tracksuit I have the opportunity to look him over. Really well muscled and what a packet! Pity he's not interested in using me more. I check myself as I feel I'm being disloyal to Nick."
"See yer kid." Greg ruffles my hair and strides back into the house.
The sun is out so I decide to sunbathe where I am on the grass. There are several sunloungers around the pool, but I'm not sure whether I'm allowed to use them. I doze off. Waking up suddenly, I hear the phone and dash into the kitchen.
"Hello, this is..."
"Listen boy. I need you here. I'm sending a car to pick you up. Wear the dark business suit, Understand?"
"Yes Sir."
Nick wants me. I fly to get showered again and dress in the dark suit and the white shirt and pale blue tie I find with it. I'm waiting at the front gate as an old classic Daimler limousine draws up. A young chauffeur in a uniform identical to the one in my cupboard jumps out and opens the rear door for me. Wow! I'm impressed.
When he opens the door again outside an impressive office building I'm greeted by a guy in his twenties wearing a pale blue tie like my own.
"Hi, I'm Gary. I'll take you up to Mr Walton's office. Let me explain a few things as we go so you'll be in the picture. As you will see the firm only employs men. Juniors like us who wear pale blue ties and seniors who wear red ties."
In the lift is a junior in his 40's. Gary sees me looking.
"Juniors or seniors can be any age Matt. It all depends on their chosen style."
The older junior gets out of the lift at the second floor and we continue up to the top floor.
"Four seniors run the company. One of them is Mr Walton. You may also see a probationer on the top floor. They wear pale blue shirts. All us juniors serve at least two weeks as probationers when we first start."
The lift doors open and we step out into an empty reception area. To my amazement Gary takes off his trousers and places them on a chair.
"As you're Mr Walton's special guest, you don't need to, but juniors are not allowed to wear pants on the top floor. Come on, I'll take you in."
We approach an oak-panelled door and Gary knocks.
"Come in. I recognise Nick's commanding voice.
It's a large palatial office with floor to ceiling windows on two sides. Nick sits at an enormous desk where he is studying the screen of a laptop. Gary and I stand in front of the desk and wait. To one side, facing the oak panelled wall, is a guy in his 30's wearing only a pale blue shirt which he is holding up so his red punished ass is on show. Wow! What's going on here? Nick looks up and smiles at me.
"Ah my boy you're here at last. Come and sit on my lap."
Feeling embarrassed to do it in front of Gary, I walk around the desk and Nick pulls me down onto his lap. Immediately I feel his rigid cock pressing into me. He kisses me hard and I suck eagerly on his tongue. He pushes me away.
"Can't wait boy. Strip naked and bend over the desk and spread your legs. Gary, lube him."
I feel humiliated being naked in front of the other guys. I expect Gary to open a packet of lube and I'm taken by surprise when he kneels behind me, parts my cheeks and starts licking my crack. His tongue darts in and out of my hole applying his spittle. It feels wonderful
"Do a good job Gary or I'll tan your arse. And you Stan, come and watch and see how it's done."
I'm bent over with one guy wetting my anus with his tongue while this Stan, the probationer, stands half-naked at my side watching, his cock at attention.
"That'll do Gary. Let me fuck him."
Nick's knob pushes against my sphincter, breaks through and he plunges his cock into me arse. I gasp and take him. Now he's pumping me hard, grunting as he does it. I'm moaning with pleasure at being possessed and secretly enjoying the humiliation of being fucked in front of the other guys. Nick cums with a loud shout of triumph, pulls out and sits down exhausted. I can see Gary going down on him to clean up his cock and feel Stan's mouth and tongue between my cheeks giving me a thorough wash.
"Have you finished Stan? asks Nick.
"Yes Sir," his mouth off my hole.
"Right Gary, turn my friend over and give him a blow job."
Stan and and Gary turn me over on the desk and Gary goes down on my raging hard prick while Stan probes deep into my ass with one, two and then three fingers. Nick has zipped up and is lolling back in his chair watching me being sucked and finger fucked with a grin on his face. It doesn't take long and I spurt my semen into Gary's soft mouth. He licks me clean and stands up as I lie back completely spent on the desk.
"Get out, both of you," Nick orders Gary and Stan. They scurry out.
Alone with my husband and down from my sexual high I start thinking what a strange set-up I've gotten myself into. Nick is obviously getting all the sex he wants both at the office and with me at home. It's not quite what I'd been asking Mr Trent to find for me. It seems even weirder than Roberto's tastes although this time I'm trapped. Nick's taken me over.
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