Secret Sins: Chapter 7 "The Locker", Part 2

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Secret Sins: Chapter 6 "The Master"

Being a professional cocksucker for the my company was hard at times (no pun intended), but the rewards were fulfilling as well.

I remember one occasion when I was summoned in code to a certain location to perform what I presumed was yet another lip smacking act on someone who had run afoul of the law and who was now under their protective custody, and desperately in need of blowing his nut down my throat. Sometimes I relished these dalliances, and sometimes the relish was on me. No matter, a little soap and water and a good shampoo would often take care of any sticky mess that lingered.

It was early evening when I arrived at the non-descript house, I dressed in my little black slinky number, my hair piled professionally on my head. Wonder of wonders, there was a "for sale" sign on the front lawn, I knew my cover as a real estate agent would not be blown should any neighbors be looking out their windows to see who was arriving. I could see that the lights in the house were already on through the sheer curtains, but no movement came from inside.
Knocking on the door, I had to wait for a minute for someone to answer, but was then greeted by one of my usual federal contacts and ushered into the house.
As usual, few but code words were exchanged between the agent that opened the door an myself, and I soon found myself ushered to a room in the basement that any dungeon master would be proud to call home.

Faux stone covered the walls surrounding the large area, with candles flickered on wall sconces providing a strange illumination befit of the middle ages instead of the early 1990's. An iron maiden with a hole in it's front, a rack (complete with leather bindings) stood on one wall, while a wagon wheel (with the same requisite leather bindings) graced the center of what could only be described as appearing like a medieval hall, complete with blazing fireplace.
Oh lordy - what have I gotten myself into now!

KerWHACK! came the sound, startling me from my semi-shocked state, and I whipped around to see a muscular man dressed all in leather, including the hood on his head appearing out of the darkness.
KerWHACK! went the whip as it snapped at my feet.
"Put this on please,” the Master said as he tossed me what turned out to be a leather teddy with a snap crotch. They must have known my size because it fit perfectly, hugging my body like OJ's well-worn glove and supporting my beautiful breasts in a shelf like manner.
Shrugging off any feeling of modesty, I slid out of my dress and into the teddy like a good little slave.
"OK. I've done this before" I thought, "Just put get on with it".
Standing before the fireplace in my new togs, the "Master" approached to inspect his slave, running the base of the whip he held up and down me, paying special attention to my legs, mons pubis and breast areas. "That will do nicely I think" said the Master. "Turn around please".
After complying, I heard a snap of fingers and something moving in the background. A hinge creaked, and then a lock snapped. Frankly, my pussy was tingling with excitement for what was about to happen next.

"This way please" said the Master, and turning to comply, was lead back to the Iron Maiden standing on the far wall. This time however, there was an addition - a flaccid cock protruding from the hole in the front of the antique torture device. What or who lie inside was anybodies guess.
My job clear, I knelt down in front of the Iron Maiden and began to massage the protrusion with delft fingers honed by years of practice. In no time at all, my efforts paid off and I was presented with a nice example of veiny manhood to place within my mouth. True, it was a bit strange not seeing my favorite love sack dangling beneath my phallic lust, but I sallied on, intent on my job.
Several slurps later, I was treated to a blast of hot jizz down my throat, whereupon the "Master" chuckled then roared with laughter as he said, "Oh jeez Chuck, that was fast. I think you should stay in there a while and watch the rest".
"Watch the rest"? What did that mean?
"Get up bitch!" came the command from the shrouded dungeon master, "Come over here" he said, motioning me to the rack. My momentary hesitation was met with a kerWHACK of the whip on the ground next to me, and yelping ever so slightly as I felt the air break around my feet, complied.
Jesus! This guy was really into the power trip.
Placing the whip on a nearby table, the "Master" buckled me into the table; cinching the straps down a little more hard than I thought was necessary. Reaching down at the base of the table, he began to wind a mechanism hidden to me, but whose nature was soon revealed. What began to happen was that the table's legs began to stretch apart at the base, an along with it, my legs. Soon, I was spread eagle upon that wooden device, completely at the mercy of what or who was to come.



A snap of fingers once again brought a response that I most certainly did not expect. Into the room filed six men, all in long robes with hoods covering their heads. Marching up single file to the rack, they soon surrounded me.
Another snap of the fingers, and they tossed off their robes, however, expecting to see faces was denied as they were all wearing a gauzy type of mask over their heads. Damn.
Naked under their robes, I could tell that the group of men were of differing ages due in part to the paunch on some, the six pack abs on others. What set them apart were their cocks. Most were of normal size, with one being larger than the rest, but there was something there that I could not get a focus on; something indistinct but very similar. What was it, I thought.
Surrounding me now, the men were directed to different parts of me: one to the head, one to each side, one around back of the table and one directly in front of me. Wild eyed, I wondered what was going on, when a snap of the Master's fingers made everyone step a foot or two closer to me, and it dawn on me what I should do.
Grabbing a cock in each hand and lifting my head, I slurped the third into my mouth, doing my best to concentrate on giving each one the attention they deserved. Slow on the left hand, harder on the right. One's going soft so let's switch it up, all the while gobbling the knob in front of me with reckless abandonment.

Hands groped my body and breasts at this point, rubbing them for all they were worth, and I must say that the feeling of so many different touches turned me on even more that all the cock's presented before me. Without warning, I felt a hand at my now super wet crotch unsnap the leather teddy and flipping it up, began to massage my clit and snatch with abandon.
Imagine this scene would you?
Me in a dark cellar reminiscent of a mediaeval torture chamber, semi-naked on a rack with 5 men in masks surrounding me. Surreal!
Naked man number five was in front of me now, his fingers slipping in and out of my sopping cunt, my now swollen clit in overdrive as its nub grew larger and larger. Slick trails of pussy juice rolled out of me and down to my butt as I lay there, Mr. Number 5 stroking his now engorged member as he stroked me. "Nice mushroom head on that cock" I thought. As that thought struck me, Mr. Number 5 came closer and stepping between the spread table, brought his swollen member closer to my cunt. It was then that I noticed that his cock was actually tattooed. THAT'S what I had seen on the other men's cocks, a tattoo!

Usually, I don't go into penetration at my "meetings", but what could I do.
Without noticing it, Mr. Number Five had slipped on a condom and again approached me, his cock bobbing up and down like a doll on a dashboard.

Trying hard to concentrate on my other business, I couldn't help but wish Mr. Number 5 would fuck me, and fuck me hard with that lovely mushroom head, and if as if to know my thoughts, he did just. Sliding his cock into my pussy ever so slowly as to get my cunt ready for his size, he was thoughtful enough to know that a woman can't just take a huge cock in her slam bam. Slowly he entered me, and bliss followed. My nipples stiffened, and for a second, I thought of nothing else except that glorious meat in my cunt.
Pumping harder now, I could tell that Mr. Number Fiver was enjoying my tight, shaved puss just as much as the guy in my mouth was enjoying my tongue rolling around is knob.
And then I realized where Mr. Number Six was.
Oh shit! I was going to get it in all the holes at the same time.
I don't think I can adequately describe how it feels to have a cock in each hand, one in your mouth and one in both your pussy and butt at the same time, but I'll try: FABULOUS!
Pumping pushing sweating jerking pulling pussy juice flowing everywhere, I was coming like I had never come before.
Then I head another snap of the fingers and just about 3 seconds later, each and every one of these mystery men all came at the same time.
Talk about discipline, I mean really!
Me, I was filled and covered with sticky man goo so fast and so hard that I frankly didn't know what hit me. The sperm was flowing off my hands, on my tits, out my pussy and butt even before I knew what hit me.
Another snap of the fingers and each man withdrew several steps, leaving me there covered and vulnerable.
The next snap was that of the flash of a high powered strobe light.
Ah yes, a "trophy".

My head was swimming at this point, and then I began to hear them singing in unison a song that was familiar, but in a language I didn't recognize. Was it Latin? I wasn't sure.
Then at the end of the song the horribly déjà vue of a memory soon overcame me when they shouted in unison at the top of their lungs 'My honor is my loyalty' before filing out of the room.
Cum dripping from every hole, the Master left me for whoever was still inside the iron maiden.
Unsnapping the lock, the Master let "Chuck" out of the device, and with a shove, threw him to his knees. "You see that? That's discipline!" the Master said as he pointed to me. "They all did their jobs WHEN they were told to, holding back until ORDERED to climax!" he roared at the skinny young man at his feet.
"You're not worthy to be with us, but you CAN redeem yourself if you so desire. Do you so desire?"
"Yes sir" came the weak reply.
"WHAT??!!"
"YES SIR!"
"Then get over there and clean the Goddess up". (Hmmm. Goddess eh?)
"With what?"
"Your tongue stupid!" said the Master.
Obeying each and every command, "Chuck" proceeded to lick me clean: from the drying cum between my lips, to the dribbles of cunt juice between my other lips.
Never had THAT done to me before.



Chuck was dismissed when he finished, then the Master came back over to loosen my bonds.
"Thank you Debbie, that was very brave of you" said the Master. "There's a shower and bathroom right over there if you'd like to clean up. Please take your time".
Stripped free of my bonds, I wobbled to my feet, my butt and pussy throbbing and aching, but in a good way. "Thanks, I think I will."
"I do apologize for tonight. Our regular dominatrix was unavailable for our initiation proceeding, and we thought it best to keep you 'in the dark' as it were" he said, "I hope you didn't mind."
"Not at all, it was interesting", I said. "VERY interesting".
"You are of course bound by your oath not to say anything about what went on here tonight, so I know I can count on you to remain silent" said the Master as he took off his vest.
I hadn't noticed him until now, and I had wondered why the Master kept to the background while all the fucking and sucking was going on around him.
That's when he took off his mask so I could see him. The face was familiar, but only vaguely so. Where did I know him from?
"It's Paul. Paul Stephens. Well, really, it's Paul Stansfield. They made me change my name when we started this little bureau inside the bureau as it were.

Shit.
After all this time...
Dagger!

Secret Sins: The Undisclosed Story of my Bad Reputation

Throughout my life I've been and done many things, but nothing as weird and kinky as being an on-call slut for the FBI in WITSEC.Now let's clarify something here: I didn't get it on with every field agent or assistant director, no, I was on call just in case one of their people in the witness protection program or perhaps a snitch, wanted a little relief and comfort.There, I said it, and frankly it feels good to get it out in the open after all these years.
How I became a highly paid confidential "companion" was all by accident or so I thought for quite some time. I was just a normal working girl - get your mind out of the gutter, not THAT kind of working girl - who went to college and was spending time slaving away in the normal workaday world as a secretary, with designs on a masters program at one of the local colleges when one evening I accepted an invitation from some of my coworkers to go to one of their favorite hangouts for a drink or two. Wanting to fit in with my newish colleagues, I readily accepted the invitation.

Sitting at the pub chatting with my fellow office droids was at first exciting as I wanted to fit in with them just a little bit better, but soon I learned that they were just another part of the large percentage of 'droids out here in the business world that are fed up, frustrated, and angry with the direction that their lives have taken, with not a scintilla of ambition to change the situation other than to stab each other in the back as they attempt to kiss the boss's ass on the way up the corporate ladder.

Finding such dreck virtually unappealing, I had just turned around on my stool at the bar when the bartender approached me with a drink in his hand. "This is from the guy at the end of the bar" he intoned in a rather bland I've-heard-this-a-thousand-times-before voice as he set the cocktail in front of me.
I'm sure the quizzical look on my face was priceless as I glanced at the other end of the room, but sure enough, there was your standard young executive giving me a short wave of hello.
"Hmm. Not bad looking I guess, and I like his suit although he sure didn't spend a lot of money on it" I thought. Waving back with a little grin on my face, my next thought was one of excitement that a guy had found me attractive enough to buy me a drink, but then turned a little downward as I winced while thinking of some of the tools that I had met in meat market ventures of the past. Too late, he had left his stool and was heading for me.

I was genuinely freaked but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more - much more.

My mind now racing at a hundred miles a second, I quickly turned back to my coworkers and began chatting with my friend Dawn when Mr. Mystery Man sidled up to me and sat down. "Hi there" he said to me, obviously not caring that I was engaged in conversation with another girl. Not wanting to be too forward, I twisted my head around and said "Just a second" to him before turning back to my conversation. Dawn leaned in towards me and whispered excitedly "I think he wants to talk to you", whereupon I whispered back "Yeah, I know, but I don't want him to think I'm too eager". "Oh go on!" chimed Dawn, and so I turned around to MMM and said, "Hi, I'm Debbie, and this is Dawn" as I extended my hand. "Thanks for the drink". "Hi there yourself. My name's Ben, and I couldn't help noticing you from across the bar".
Drivel. Poor pickup line. Bleh. Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind. Not wanting to be impolite, after all, my parents raised me right, I swiveled back around to the bar with a flourish and that's when I noticed Ben's eyes. Deep pools of blue drilled into me like a bullet, and somewhere in my gut, a punch had been thrown. "Uh, yeah, I umm, I mean we're just, uh.." was all I could stammer out. "Yeah I know" said Ben, "Just out with the office, eh"
I heard what he said, but I just couldn't look away from those eyes. I mean, Ben's face was just OK as guys go, but those eyes got to me somehow, they were deep and intense, burning their way into me with a cold fire that I hadn't felt in some time. Pinch me. Hard!

"Soooo, you come here often,” Ben said smoothly, and I just about passed out laughing from such a juvenile come-on line.
"If that's the best you can do, then thanks for the drink and see ya" I said.
"Oh come on, I'm sorry. Give me another chance. I mean, you just looked so LONELY sitting there surrounded by your friends, I just thought that you might be up for an adventure".
That got my attention.
"What kind of adventure?" I asked.
"The kind that you could perhaps, make some money with in your spare time"
Oh God.
"Sorry Ben, I'm not that kind of girl. Maybe you should try one of the decked out bimbos at the other end of the bar".
"Sheesh, I'm sorry, I gave you the wrong impression. Look" he said holding up his hand to show me a gold band around his left fourth finger, "I'm married".
Yeah, I've heard that one before too.
"Look champ, I told you that I'm not that kind of girl, so bug off!"
"Wait a minute Ms. Cooper, what I'm offering you is a way out of boring office drudgery every so often, and the chance to make the kind of money that would allow you to finish your graduate studies” said Ben.
Now, it wasn't the suggestion that I could get away from a boring job, or even that I would be able to finish my Masters degree in record time, but the first thing he said that really caught my attention.
"How did you know my last name?" I asked.
Looking downwards with a little blush on his face, Ben answered, "I know a lot about you - A LOT" "Like for instance that your online chat handle is 'apple1959' or the fact that you prefer to wear lace La Perla underwear, or even that you go out to bars like this one with no underwear on at all"Whoa whoa whoa! Now it's getting intense, bordering on creepy. I mean, stop the presses!
"Like I said, I know a lot about you" said Ben, his eyes boring into mine.

The cat in me was curious, very curious, so I said, "Go on".
"Well, I know for a fact that you would stumble all over yourself to smoke some pipe.
You know, worshiping the big salami. To be quite blunt, I know for a fact that you love to suck cock, almost any cock. You worship at the alter of the big snake and would do almost anything to have the feel of a fat penis in your mouth, sucking the guy off until shoves it in hard and fast and cums down your throat."
His said this with such little emotion or kink in his voice that frankly I was aghast and quite a bit scare, and Ben allowed me to sit there in stunned silence for moment as the thought of what he has said sank into my brain.
Just about then, Dawn came over and asked me if I was all right. "Deb, what's wrong, you seem to be trembling. Ish this guy bother'n you 'cause if heish I can get Stan to come over and pound the shit out him!" she slurred.
"No, I'm fine Dawn. Ben just gave me something to think about all of a sudden. I'll be fine, really".
With a reassuring look that bordered on concern, Dawn said OK, and returned to my fellow workers, leaving me pondering some pretty tough thoughts in my mind.
Who was this guy who was hitting on me, why did he know so much about me? I mean, my inner thoughts and desires, and for God's sake, even what kind (if any) underwear I decided to wear that day.
I was genuinely freaked, but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more, much more.

Next in Secret Sins chapter 2: My first cock

Look for it Friday...

Good Substitute for Oral Sex?

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Being A Team Player At Work

Although all this writing about my real life has been fun, there have been stories piling up on my iBook waiting to be told. So now back to some fiction.
And don't forget to enjoy this week's CBW after this story.

Read about some of my other stories about my new job:
The Interview and
An example day.

I must admit that after I saw that circle on the calendar clearly marked with ‘fantasy party’ I was eagerly anticipating the weekend.
Michael had mentioned the possibility of these at my interview, but never went into detail about them.
I tried to find out in advance from my boss what the weekend would entail, but he wouldn’t tell me anything more than the basics.
“Actually Debbie it was an idea that you yourself had suggested to me”.
We had discussed my fantasies both at the interview and since, but I have a very active imagination and he could be referring to any of a number of fantasies. It really didn’t narrow things down for me.
He instructed me to have my bags packed by early Saturday morning, dress casually, and I would be escorted with some of his friends to the party.
The morning came and I waited downstairs ready to see what the next step would be. I didn’t even know where I was going.
A shiny new black Lexus SUV drove up the long driveway, it was for me.
Michael said good-bye, gave me a peck on the cheek, and assured me that he would see me before the weekend concluded.

I climbed into the SUV. There were two other women in the car. We introduced ourselves. I learned that the other two women, Mary and Kim, had already been to a couple of Michael’s parties. They told me how perfectly set-up they always were and how exciting they got.
“Everyone always leaves satisfied”, Mary said to me with a knowing smile.
These women were friendly and I felt at ease with them in a short time.
I asked where exactly it was that we were going. They weren’t sure either.
They told me that they have gotten used to having the driver take them to the party.
At the risk of sounding horribly naïve I said, “It’s my first time at one of these things.”
Mary and Kim reassured me that it would be fun and there was nothing to worry about. It made me feel better. I felt as though I was going through this blind and it made me feel foolish.

After about half an hour they opened a cooler of single serve wine bottles.
I went for the Chardonnay and started on a nice warm wine buzz.
We laughed, talked, and drank for another hour before reaching our destination.
It was beautiful, a remote, rustic cabin in the mountains. Maybe rustic isn’t quite the right word. It looked like an old fashioned cabin from the outside, but it was built by Michael. It was larger than most and once I stepped inside I realized that it had all the amenities that I would expect in the house I usually work in.
There was a full kitchen, a dining area, a large den with a fireplace and area rug, a hot tub, and three bedrooms with smaller fireplaces.

There was a note in Michael’s handwriting on the dining room table.
Ladies: Please make yourself comfortable. There are snacks in 'fridge and the bar is fully stocked. Debbie, just follow Mary and Kim, they’re vets when it comes to my parties. See you soon, Michael

We decided to take’s Michael advice and get comfortable. We took our bags to the bigger bedroom and put on silky lounge pants and tops.
Next we moved to the kitchen and unwrapped some of the appetizers in the 'fridge.
Mary seemed to be the natural bartender and whipped us up Margaritas and Cosmos.
We built a fire in the large stone fireplace because it was getting cold outside.
Soon, the cabin was toasty warm with a raging fire in the fireplace.

We started getting a bit drink and talking about what we liked about our men.
The women had lots of questions for me because of my unique job with Michael.
To get more comfortable we arranged large pillows on the rug in front of the fireplace, in anticipation of what would happen on those pillows later.

It was getting so warm between the fire and the alcohol, that Kim suggested that we take off some clothes to be more comfortable. Kim and Mary stripped down to their bra and panties and relaxed on the pillows.
I figured I would join them and did the same. We kept talking about our men and what they did for us in bed and it was getting us aroused. As I looked around at our little group, I noticed our panties were getting damp.

The more we drank, the more free we felt. Mary approached me and said,
“I hear that you are a hot woman that really enjoys sex. Do you like sex with women as well?
I was sort of shocked at first, but I was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.
“I never had a woman but I’ve been curious”, I replied easily.
Then both Kim and Mary moved to sit next to me and began kissing me. I rubbed my tits over the top of my cami. Our tongues mingle and it added to that warm, fuzzy feeling.
“You know girls, my tits and nipples are very sensitive”, I blurted out.
Mary and Kim then moved to take off my bra and panties.
I was already wet from the attention I was getting from my new friends. The beautiful aroma of excited women filled the air.
Finally, Kim and Mary shed their remaining clothes so they would be naked also.
Both women were now sucking and licking my nipples and to say the least, my arousal was growing. My nipples were hard and were getting longer with each tug of another girls teeth.
Next things got fun; Mary and Kim took turns sitting on top of me, making sure that we joined at our wet clits. They each rode me, grinding their clits against mine, each of us moaning at the same time, as our clits met and were being stimulated. When one girl was on top of me, the other would work the nipples of whoever was riding me, slapping them, sucking them, tugging, biting, anything to be able to play with a tit, while fingering herself.
With all this pussy play it wasn’t too long until we all starting cumming. They were powerful orgasms and we lay exhausted on the fireside pillows.

About that time three men came through the door, lead by Michael. We yelled out.
“We weren’t sure when to expect you”, I said.
All Michael said was “We’re hunters, we got lost as the sun went down.”
Kim replied with, “You must be cold and hungry”.
They replied in unison with a resounding, “Yes”
I caught on quickly as to what was going on. So I played along with them.
“I don’t know girls we were having a fine time before they came along, I don’t know if we should let them in”, I said.
I started to cover myself up and the other women followed my cue.
It was then that the men moved towards us. They started to kiss and fondle us.
We were all purring and I moaned, “mmmmm, I guess they can stay”.
“We could heat them up even better than the fire, huh girls”, I giggled, the alcohol still raging through my system.
They agreed without pause.

We all fell onto the pillows and then into the arms of the closest mate. I didn’t end up with Michael, but I could see him watching me as his friend knelt in front of me and slammed his cock into my slippery aching hole.
I did the same as he pushed Mary’s legs apart and dove his tongue into her shaved cunt, making her scream in ecstasy immediately.
Kim was paired up with another of Michael’s friends, they had fallen into a side-by-side sixty-nine and I could see her fucking his hard cock with her mouth. She was wild as he fed her his thick dick and lapped at her pussy.
Eventually we all ended up in a circle, the women on their hands and knees facing each other. The men were behind us, fucking us like dogs in heat. Every so often moving on to the pussy next to them, so we each go a good feel of all three dicks. I also enjoyed watching my new friends tits sway as they were pounded from behind, not to mention those looks of pained pleasure as they came, and came again, as did I.

After we all came, we collapsed on the comfy pillows. The fire was dwindling by now and needed to be fed.
That was just the beginning of a very enjoyable weekend. Everyone was exhausted by the evening of the next day.
I had been through a baptism of fire in regards to Michael’s fantasy parties.
We packed up and left, saying our pleasant goodbyes.
As I was driving home with Michael, he asked me about having sex with another woman.
“So how do like pussy Debbie?”, he queried
“I like it very much, it was exciting, but I still prefer a strong hard man”, I answered as I moved closer to him.
I started to wonder about what the next party will be like; it made me damp just thinking about it.
It was then that Michael moved my hand to his crotch. I rubbed at his hardening cock.
“Go ahead Deb, jerk me off while I drive”
I unzipped his jeans and realized that it was back to work with just one man, my boss.

HNT #25

Tea is something I always like on a cold winter evening.
I found an appropriately named tea at my neighborhood Trader Joe's for this week's HNT.

HNT #23

Over the past couple of weeks I hadn't been keeping up my trimming maintenance.
CJ was kind enough to help last week to bring me back beautiful bald self.
I thought an interesting half nekkid part of myself would be the little curly dark hairs that were collected that afternoon.