Beverly\'s Story

Beverly’s Story

Chapter 8

       Beverly woke the next morning naked, alone and in her own bed.  Her body was sore, especially her shoulders, her breasts, ass and hamstrings.  She would have given anything for Honn to come to her house and give her another full body massage.

       With no word from Ian, or anyone else, Beverly gingerly walked to the bathroom and ran herself a piping hot bath.  She soaked in the water until it became lukewarm before getting out of the bath and falling back into bed.  She spent the rest of the day sliding in and out of sleep.

       Waking Monday morning, full refreshed from the full day of rest.  She jumped in the shower and started to get ready for work.  She checked herself out in her bathroom mirror after stepping out of the shower.  Her nipples had returned to their normal light pink color, however they continued to stand at attention.  The base of both her tits had light bruising from where Ian had wrapped rope around them.  She turned and examined her ass and was shocked to see that her ass showed only light bruising as well.

       Pleased to see that her body hadn’t been marked too badly by the punishment she had received, she headed to get dressed.  Everything seemed to be normal, until she pulled open the drawer that held her bras and panties.  On Saturday the drawer had been empty, but sometime since she was gone someone had filled the drawer.  However, they didn’t fill the drawer with her normal clothing.

       The panties in the drawer were extremely small and all of them were thongs.  Most of the panties wouldn’t have covered her full bush before being waxed by Honn.  Seeing the different panties, she reached for one of the bras.  Checking the label, she saw the size was right, but the cup size was a B not her usual C.

       Glancing at the clock, she realized she was running late and wouldn’t have time to stop and pick up the right sized bra.  She was stuck, so she pulled the bra on and quickly realized that the bra wasn’t a normal bra.  It was one of those miracle bras that pushed her already overflowing tits over the top of the bra.

       As she walked toward her closet to get dressed, she could feel her overflowing tits jiggling and bouncing out of control.  Wearing just the black bra and panties, she quickly realized that her entire wardrobe had been switched out while she had been gone.

       Her normal conservative clothing was replaced by tight fitting, low cut shirts and tight pants and numerous skirts.  Every shoe in her closet was a high heel.  With nothing else to wear, Beverly threw on a shirt that she thought would cover her cleavage the most and a loose fitting knee length skirt.  Finally, she put on the least slutty shoes and rushed out for work.

       Beverly tried to spend as much of her time in her office with the door closed.  She had numerous men tell her how nice she looked as she had walked into the office. She quickly lost herself in work, only occasionally being interrupted by visitors, mostly men who couldn’t take their eyes off her cleavage.

       She was thinking about running out at lunch to pick up some food and getting a normal bra when the company receptionist called on her phone.  The receptionist warned her that she had a client coming to her office for a meeting.

       Beverly was surprised.  She hadn’t had a meeting planned, but customers occasionally dropped in to talk.  She wished she wasn’t dressed as she was, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it now.  Moments later, a knock came at her office door.

       She was stunned when her visitor stepped through her door and closed it behind her.  The man working behind the counter at the sex shop where Bear had face fucked her had just stepped into her office.  He was dressed in business casual attire and was carrying a large attaché case.

       “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

       “Ian sent me here.  He wanted me to give you something.”

       “He did not.  You’re lying.”  Just as the words left her mouth the phone on her desk began to ring.  Beverly answered.

       “Slut, listen to Jaxon and do everything he tells you.  Does my Submissive Slut understand?”

       “Yes, your Submissive Slut understands.”  Beverly felt herself starting to flush.  She was embarrassed saying those words in front of Jaxon.

       He had a large smile on his face when Beverly hung up the phone.  Her face as well as her cleavage were a shade of red from embarrassment.  He walked up to her desk and placed the attaché case on the desk.

       “You know Beverly, all the guys at the shop have talked of nothing but you and those rock hard nipples you were displaying on Saturday.  We’ve got a bet in the shop that with the size of your tits, that you have huge areolas.  My money is on them being the size of a softball and dark brown.   Take off that shirt and bra.  I want to see if I’m right.”

       Beverly was humiliated, but she leaned forward in her chair and pulled her tight fitting shirt over her head, before reaching behind her back and unhooked her bra.  She placed the bra on her desk and sat back in her chair with her arms on the chair’s armrests.

       “Wow, small and pale.  I was way off.  Maybe I’ll suggest to Ian that you have your areolas tattooed a dark brown.  Stand up and hike up that skirt.”  Beverly reluctantly did as she was told.  Soon, she was standing behind her desk holding her skirt up so that her tiny black panties were on display.  “Those panties are pretty small.  You’re sporting some mean camel toe.”

       Beverly was humiliated by putting herself on display for this man she didn’t know.  However, her pussy was starting to tingle and she could feel the crotch of her panties starting to become damp.  She prayed no one in her office would barge into her office as they sometime did and find her topless with her holding her skirt up displaying her panties.

       “Bear spent all day yesterday talking about how good you were at sucking cock.  Why don’t we see if he’s just a big talker, or you’re as good as he says.”  Jaxon walked around Bev’s desk, dropped his pants to reveal a semi-hard cock and dropped down into her chair.

       “Get on your knees, Bitch and give me a blow job.  And don’t swallow until I tell you.”  Being told by Ian to do what Jaxon told her, Bev dropped to her knees between his spread legs.

       She took his semi-hard cock into her mouth and got to work.  Almost instantly, Jaxon’s cock jumped to life and was standing at attention.  Unlike when she gave Bear a blow job, Beverly was free to suck on Jaxon’s cock at her own pace.

       “Damn Slut, you do suck a good cock.  But your fucking hands aren’t tied.  Give my balls some attention.”  Beverly did as she was instructed and cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped her other hand around Jaxon’s shaft.  She quickly fell into a rhythm of playing with his balls while pumping her hand and mouth up and down his cock.  Jaxon was getting close to blowing his load.  He bent forward, reached down and too Bev’s nipples in his fingers and started to twist and pull on them.  Jaxon then smashed her nipples in his fingers as he exploded in Bev’s mouth.

       “Remember, don’t swallow until I tell you,” Jaxon said, pulling his pants back on.  “Bear was right, you do suck a good cock.  The guys in the shop are going to lining up for you to give them a blowjob the next time you come in.  Now, stand up and lean over your desk.”

       Beverly’s pussy was alive as she stood with her mouth full of cum and bent over her own desk.  She wished Jaxon would fuck her while she was bent over her desk.  However, that wasn’t the plan.

       When she was lying on her desk, Jaxon flipped her skirt up to reveal her ass with the tiny string of her thong running up the crack of her ass.  “Don’t move,” Jaxon ordered. 

       He left Beverly bent over her desk, who was praying no one would barge into her office unannounced.  Behind her, she heard Jaxon pop open the attaché case.  She was wondering what he was getting out of the case.

       She didn’t have long to ponder it.  Jaxon grabbed the back of her thong and pulled it to the side.  Almost instantly, she felt a drop of cool liquid landing directly on her exposed asshole.  A slight squeal of surprised escaped from her closed mouth.  The mistake caused a small stream of Jaxon’s cum to escape from her mouth and run down her chin and land on the top of her desk.

       Beverly made sure to keep her mouth clamped shut as Jaxon started to slowly work a finger in and out of her virgin ass.  She moaned through her closed mouth as Jaxon buried his finger all the way into her ass.  He then started to work a second finger into her tight hole.

       Beverly was just starting to get somewhat comfortable with the fingers in her ass when Jaxon pulled them out.  Seconds later, she felt what she thought was a baseball bat being pressed against her backdoor.  She screamed through her clamped shut mouth as Jaxon worked the buttplug deeper into her ass.

       Beverly was grunting loudly as Jaxon pushed the buttplug into her ass so the widest part of the plug was stretching her sphincter muscle.  He then let go of the plug and Beverly’s ass sucked the plug in until her sphincter closed around the skinny neck of the plug.  With only the base of the plug visible, Jaxon stood up and started to dig in his attaché case.

       Beverly was trying to relax and come to terms with the large plug in her ass.  Her concentration was solely on the full feeling in her ass, she was barely aware of Jaxon putting something around her neck.  It wasn’t until she heard a loud click that Bev jumped back to reality.

       “Stand up and swallow my gift,” Jaxon order.  As Bev pushed herself off the desk, she noticed two things.  First, in the standing position the buttplug seemed to expand in her ass.  The second thing she noticed that Jaxon had put a small chain around her neck. Holding the chain closed was a stainless steel padlock.  Engraved on the lock was Sub Slut.

       “I can’t wear this at work,” Bev said, after swallowing the large load of cum that she had been holding in her mouth.  “Please take it off,” she begged, pointing at the lock that hung between her cleavage.

       “I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Jaxon said, packing up his attaché case.  “Ian is the only one with a key to the lock.  And it’s small enough that you can’t pull it over your head.  By the way, he told me to have you take tomorrow off.  You are going to have a long night and won’t be getting much sleep.”

To be continued……………..