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  "What do you think they would do if I showed them this Gordon?"

  Kathleen pulled the material down over her hips and thighs, tugging the wet gusset free from between her enflamed labia and kicked the panties aside, "They would come in their pants at the sight of me don't you think so Gordon?"

  She walked slowly toward him, smiling broadly and teasing him further by swinging her hips casually. Her stomach pressed lightly against his cock and the pressure against him increased as she stretched up, looped her hands behind his head and undid the ball-gag straps. Kathleen moved back out of contact before easing the ball from his mouth.

  "Fucking bitch!" he shouted the moment his jaw had shut and eased in the discomfort that he had endured for so long.

  "Not nice," Gordon she sang and walked back to the foot of the bed. She rested her hands on the thick quilt raising one knee to rest on the edge the other remaining on the floor. She posed there, displaying her backside and pussy to him, and looking back over her shoulder at him with a wicked smile on her face, "Bet they would like to have me like this eh?"

  "You rotten bloody bitch," he blustered angrily.

  She crawled forward onto the bed, lay on her back and supported her head and shoulders on two pillows. Kathleen looked down between her breasts and over her body at her struggling husband and chuckled at his inability to do anything except voice his protests. She drew her knees slowly up and parted them, opening her thighs wide to give him a full and unhindered view of her pussy. Her right hand strayed down over her stomach and the mound of her mons to rest on her pussy, the middle finger resting along the slit of her pink inner lips.

  "Or perhaps like this Gordon. They could have me like this. I think seeing my pussy offered like this would entice them don't you?"

  "Slut!" he raved.

  "Mmmm, yes," she moaned. "I love it when you call me names."

  She began stroking the tip of her finger up and down her slit, circling it around the outside lips of her pussy and teasing him by hovering it at the entrance of her tunnel.

  "Can't you just imagine a nice thick cock up me, Gordon? Mmmm, so warm and throbbing, excited and hard for me."

  He watched silently, mesmerised by the moving finger and the way his wife was offering herself so wantonly. "Perhaps, Gordon," she teased, indisposing her speech with little excited gasps. "I've already had one."

  His face was a picture of shocked horror, "What? What did you say?" he demanded clarification.

  She wriggled her backside sexily further down into the thick quilt and sighed heavily, "I said, perhaps I have already allowed another man to fuck me."

  There followed a stunned silence as he moved his gaze up to her face to seek any sign of falsehood - there were none. He shook his head slowly in denial, "Not true," he stated confidently.

  Kathleen giggled wickedly and rolled onto her side to delve beneath the pillows. She resumed her previous position holding up the big black dildo for Gordon to see. It was huge in its proportions; made of black latex it was sculptured as a real cock but far larger than any man could ever be. The shaft was wide and thick and the bulbous head slightly larger than a golf ball.

  "Yes, Gordon true. A massive cock like this one, a younger man with a healthy stamina and a cock that makes your pathetic little thing seem like a little boy's willy."

  "No," he stated firmly as she inverted the huge phallus and rubbed the big head in the open lips of her pussy. The ebony black made a deep contrast with her pale skin and the soft pink of her inner lips.

  "Yes, Gordon," she taunted. "I let him have me like this."

  She uttered a loud gasp as the head of the great dildo pushed her pussy lips apart to enter her wet tunnel. Kathleen paused there; allowing her stretched inner lips to adjust to the great size then eased the full length up inside her body, "Oh God yes," she cried out as the monster cock filled her. "This is what it felt like when he was in me, Gordon."

  "Fucking deceiving bitch," he raved angrily.

  She began pulling the dildo out and pushing it back up side her pussy, gaining momentum with every long stroke and moaning in pleasure as she did so. The long shaft drew out until just the head remained inside her pussy entrance then to force back up in a deep plunging need of sexual desire. Her hips bucked upward, her back arched and her body was supported just on her shoulders and the soles of her feet. Her legs were braced, her thighs taut and tensed as she rammed the huge phallus in and out of her pussy.

  "Like this, Gordon," she uttered between panted breaths, "he fucked me like this, hard and rough just as I like it."

  "Noooo!" Gordon wailed and fought like a tiger at his bonds.

  Her hand was a blur now, thrusting the dildo hard into herself and jerking her hips to receive it. She had an animal-like hunger as she fucked herself to her peak using the big cock-like dildo. Kathleen grunted and cried out, her hips bucked high one final time and she sighed loudly as she came to orgasm. Convulsing and twitching her body received the shuddering jerks as her orgasm tore through her and then she slumped back sated on the deep quilt.

  Gordon's body stiffened and his cock twitched as he watched his wife in heady orgasm. He grunted and moaned as his cock jerked to spurt his thick seed out in a high arc of powerful excitement.

  Slowly she roused herself, pulling the big dildo from her body with a slurping sound as it slipped out over her juices. She sat on the end of the bed smiling broadly.

  "Good?" she asked brightly.

  "Fantastic!" Gordon enthused. "You had me going there for a moment. I actually began to believe that you had actually..."

  She stood and walked close to him, her hands clasped behind her back, "What? That I really have let someone else fuck me?" She shook her head. "Silly boy, Gordon," she scolded, "I wouldn't do such a thing."

  He sighed in deep relief but couldn't see her fingers crossed behind her back.

  Chapter 3

  The full board of directors sat around the long table in the conference room, all business had been discussed and the chairman moved the agenda onto 'any other business'.

  "Kathleen, in personnel," he announced in his deep gravelly voice, "The subject of her proposed appointment to the board of directors."

  Two directors flushed slightly and a stony silence hung in the room.

  The chairman looked around the faces in turn.

  "Proposals or is there a problem?" he asked trying to push the vote.

  "She's too pushy by half," the marketing director stated and fiddled with his pencil. "She is good at what she does but the woman is a demon to deal with. I feel that her manner and image is not one suited to the board of directors. Why have you seen some of the skirts she wears? A teenager might suit such garb but a woman in her thirties? Well really."

  "I like her," the production director said in her defence. She is efficient and good with the staff, she knows her job and she gets results."

  "Agreed," the transport director added. "She seems to get the best from my staff."

  "Wonder why?" the female director of finances quipped sarcastically and gained a round of knowing sniggers from the other directors.

  "Care to elaborate on that remark," the chairman asked with a hint of irritation in his voice.

  The woman sat back and crossed her legs, folding her arms defensively across her chest, "The woman is a tart. She flaunts herself at every opportunity that men are around."

  "Jealous?" the design director asked sourly.

  She fixed him with a withering stare but otherwise ignored him and continued. "She presents the wrong image for the company and on that fact alone she should be denied a place on the board."

  The chairman gave a heavy sigh, "Very well then we vote. All those in favour raise your hand."

  Three directors did not vote.

  The chairman's face paled visibly and he waved a hand at the secretary to note the decision in the minutes of the meeting.

  ***

  He was naked and trembling, in fear of her wrath. He knew he
r moods well and this one he didn't like one bit. For over half an hour he had been standing naked in the middle of her lounge waiting for her to change clothes. She often keep him waiting, almost always in fact but today he was in her lounge and fearful of a caller that might see him so.

  His cock shifted between semi-erection and a flaccid state as the possibilities of the postman, the milkman or worse still a woman caller passing the lounge window came to him. Mistress was a bitch and she would know the effect that he keeping him waiting would have on him.

  To make matters worse she had insisted that he stand with his feet wide apart and with his hands on his head, a most uncomfortable position to maintain for such a long period of time. It was humiliating too but then that would have been the whole point of getting him to stand so. In her bedroom it was quite exciting to have to adopt different positions but in her lounge? The fears grew even greater in his mind and he turned his head chancing a glance at the window to assure himself that he remained unseen

  "You moved," her icy voice cut through the stillness like a knife.

  His head snapped back to the required position and he groaned inwardly. She now had the reason, and he had given it to her, to punish him for his disobedience. He hadn't even realised she was there, hadn't heard her nor sensed her presence. He tensed as the shudders of anticipation ran through him; the cane would bit harshly on him this day.

  Kathleen entered, the thin Stiletto heels of her boots clicking on the polished floor as she moved from carpeted hallway to lounge. She wore black hold up stockings that gripped in tight, darker bands around the tops of her thighs so close to her crotch. Tiny little panties in black stretched harshly across the mound of her mons and pulled in between the pale skin of her upper thighs. The black Basque that she wore shimmered in the daylight pouring through the windows; the shiny material gave her a cruel and sinister appearance. It pinched her waist in to form a seemingly impossible narrowness and the wired top forced her breasts up and together to form a most delightful swell of firm flesh. The black velvet choker around her throat separated her face from her body and the harshly styled hair that hugged the sides of her face made her look positively wicked.

  Kathleen strode confidently into the room, her painted scarlet lips parting slightly in delight at his wide-eyed look of amazement. She tapped the riding crop against the side of her long boot as she stood before him posing and offering her body to his lusting gaze.

  "Kneel you shit," she barked the curt command and raised the crop threateningly.

  He scurried hurriedly to comply, moving surprising quickly given his fifty-three years of age. The man knelt down, as he knew he should, on all fours with his gaze downcast and his cock swinging elephant-like beneath his body.

  The boot swung in hard to land a sickeningly brutal kick to his left thigh and he cried out in pain.

  "You disgust me, you worm," she said in a most severe tone, Again she kicked at him, the blow impacted against his buttocks to jar his bulky frame, "You are a despicable, lying bastard that has deceived me most horribly."

  The man began to sob; Madam's wrath was terrible at the best of times but today? His shoulders shook with the racking sobs, his fear now as high as it had ever been, in or out of her presence.

  "Madam, please," he blubbered, "I had no choice in the matter. The board voted and...."

  The riding crop swung hard down and in to land a savage blow across his presented buttocks. The man screamed like a stuck pig and wailed in his misery. Again he screamed and then again as she laid lash after lash on his buttocks and back in a wild onslaught of crazed anger. At length she paused, breathing heavily from her exertions. "I want," she stated firmly," a directorship, "mine is the only department without a director as the head of it and I will be that director."

  "But Madam please...."

  He yelped as the crop struck him again a most spiteful blow across one cheek of his buttocks that allowed the leather tab on the end of the crop to sting at his ball-sac.

  "You are the chairman - make it happen."

  "But it's on a vote not personal choice," he protested and steeled himself for the next stinging blow to strike him.

  His hair was grasped roughly in her hand; his head was yanked back hard to a most uncomfortable stretch against his shoulders. Madam's face came close down to his; a threatening and menacing tone was used.

  "Who voted against me? Name them."

  "No, please," he whimpered, "That I cannot...."

  Her reaction was swift and uncompromising. His head was shoved roughly away from her grip and her booted foot slammed hard into his ribs. "Tell," she demanded. "Tell me!"

  Breathless, the air knocked from his lungs the blubbering chairman was unable to answer. Eight more hard lashes of the cane stung down on him before she paused in the ferocious attack on his buttocks.

  "Well?"

  He shook his head slowly. "Can't," he muttered and cringed ready for the next series of savage blows to tear at his body but nothing came. Silence, a most dreadful and eerie silence filled the room and that concerned him more than her lashing him.

  At last she moved, in slow and deliberate steps around to his head. She pressed his face down to the bare floorboards and positioned her ankles one either side of his ears, pressing in hard to trap and to hold his head firmly in place. Madam faced down over his body and raised the crop high above her shoulder.

  "I will gain my place on the board with or without your help. If you continue to defy me then suffer much you will for it. Now tell me the names."

  No reply came and she swung down hard, landing the stiff shaft of the crop down the crease of his buttock and cruelly on the tight puckered ring of his anus.

  "Oh God help me," he cried out as the searing pain burned deeply down into the tender part of his body.

  "Name them," she mocked and delighted in his agonised wailing. Madam struck again, harder this time to send his body into a series of violent spasms as the deep pain tore through him.

  "Okay, okay," he blurted quickly, "I'll tell, just please no more."

  Unusually madam relented, pausing in her thrashing to listen to the names of the dissenting directors. She stood silently pondering those people as the chairman sobbed heavily between her pinning ankles.

  "You have done well, you snivelling little worm. But you will do more. You will sway the next vote in my favour and you will not fail me in that. Will you?"

  "No Madam," was his misery-filled reply, "I won't fail you."

  ***

  "Malcolm," Kathleen said brightly and with as much enthusiasm as she could falsely muster as she entered the marketing director's office. She walked over to and past his desk to lounge back against the large picture window; Kathleen crossed her legs and bathed in his leering looks. He ogled her always, secretively mostly and when he thought she wasn't watching but she knew. She had felt his hungry eyes burning into the backs of her legs and her buttocks many times in the past. He wanted her but put on a cold and disinterested front but that didn't fool her. He mentally undressed her on every occasion and, hate him though she did; it amused her to tease him. They had never seen eye-to-eye and tolerated each other rather than liked the other, they spoke about work when it was necessary but otherwise never did. I was only the second time she had ever entered his office and this, a rare occasion indeed.

  "How long have we known each other, Malcolm?" Kathleen asked in a low and coaxing tone.

  "About two years," he said slightly bemused and swivelled his chair around to face her and to ease the strain on his neck.

  "I've always respected you Malcolm, you know that don't...."

  He laughed loudly in derision.

  "Has this anything to do with your possible appointment to the board by chance?"

  Kathleen acted dumbstruck and in total surprise at the revelation, "Me? Being considered for the board of directors?" Her act was so convincing that he changed track instantly.

  "You didn't know, I'm sorry, please forget tha
t I said that."

  She frowned playfully, "Do you really think that I could forget such a tantalising hint of information as that?" She re-crossed her legs and arched her back to push her bust out harder against the already straining blouse and lowered her voice sympathetically, "But I won't tell, promise."

  The relief showed in his expression even though he didn't answer.

  Kathleen strolled casually over to the desk and hoisted herself up to sit close to him, her skirt pulling back along her thigh to show a good amount of nylon-coated leg.

  "As I was saying," she simpered, "I have always respected you, your fair minded attitude and your....well, maturity."

  He flushed slightly and his gaze flicked quickly to her thighs and then back up to her face.

  She sighed and gave a pained expression, "I need advice, my marriage; I need someone to bounce my confused thoughts off and...."

  "I would gladly listen," he gushed almost too readily and Kathleen noted the jerk of his stiffening cock within his trousers.

  "Would you?" she gasped and clapped her hands together in delight. Kathleen gave a helpless woman saved look and titled her head to add to the effect. "I would be most grateful."

  She fixed him with a loving gaze that transmitted more than words ever could. Her voice took on a low and throaty drawl, "Extremely grateful in fact."

  His face was bright red now and his forehead coated with a fine film of perspiration.

  "My place perhaps, drinks and chat?" she suggested raising a knowing eyebrow.

  He swallowed hard and nodded slowly, suspicion mixed with growing excitement in his eyes and facial expression.

  She slipped forward off the desk and held his head in both hands, her palms covering one each of his burning cheeks. She planted a feather-light kiss on his forehead and lingered long enough to ensure that he had seen down the front of her blouse.