A man sat waiting for us on an armchair in the living room, watching what I would learn was an old Bettie Page bondage video on an old CRT television that was beginning to fail with the volume turned low. He turned his eyes to us and I saw the other girl looking away... But I recognised the man!
The brunette cleared up immediately where from; "Your husband's manager and his wife who we call 1273. You know your husband is working hard for a promotion?"
The confusion on my face must have been evident. The brunette continued "you do well here, you can really help his chances, but he's up against some good candidates that also deserve the vacancy."
The man stood up now and walked up to me. "Thank you Tracy," he said, and the brunette bowed slightly and left the apartment, finally closing the door behind her. He looked briefly at his wife and said "corner". Obediently she walked to a corner of the room and knelt down so that she'd be facing us, but she kept her head bowed, gaze on the floor.
Meanwhile, he looked me up and down, standing right next to me, barely inches away so that I could feel his breath on my skin. Lightly he traced a finger over the upper curve of my left breast, ignoring how it made me flinch. "My my," he muttered. "Yes, Mr Kubo does indeed have himself a fine young wife."
He walked around me, staring my naked body up and down as I stood trembling, fearing the feel of his hands elsewhere... Why couldn't I remember his name???
Finally he finished checking me out and stood before me. "Very, very pretty," he said, then turned to his wife and added cruelly "just like you used to be."
That made me feel awful, but he leaned in and whispered in my ear "don't worry. She likes it." Now he stepped back and made a gesture with his arm for her to stand up and walk to me. "Now why don't you girls get to know each other," he said, and returned to his armchair as 1273 leaned in and pushed her tongue into my mouth, pressed her body against mine!
I was shocked but I didn't know what else to do... So I let her french kiss me, and after a while, I started to kiss back. She liked that, moaned and started to writhe herself against me.
I'm sure I was so red by this point I would have resembled a tomato, but the feel of her tongue, her body, her bulging tied breasts against my own... My body started to respond. The arousal I'd felt earlier started to come back, finally started to overtake the nervous fear of this crazy situation. The kissing went on, and on, and as it did I got deeper into it, feeling a warm wetness starting to develop between my legs, feeling my nipples stiffen with arousal even though the twine made it hurt a little... I began to struggle against my ropes, wishing we could touch each other, embrace... Wishing I could feel her hands in the growing warmth between my legs...
I almost forgot about my husband's manager, felt like I was being shaken slightly from a reverie when he asked "what have you done so far with your husband? Have you done anal?"
It was hard to answer, with both the shame that came with admitting that I had let him back there a few times and with 1273 continuing to kiss me as I tried to respond. But I somehow managed to admit "y-yes..."
"Has he whipped you?"
"Y-yes..."
It seemed like 1273's kissing and grinding against me became even more intense.
"How?"
"He... Mmm... He used... Used a belt on... On my ass," I managed to describe between kisses. "And a... A cat... On my breasts!"
"Excellent," he said. Then to his wife "Do you like her?"
She stopped kissing me and stood up straight, looking me in the eye now with a strange sort of predatory ferocity. "Yes," she said firmly.
"I think I want to feel her lips on my cock," he said. That look on her face was joined now by a smile... Not a nice smile, but not nasty either...
He went back to the armchair and sat down, and I saw he'd already unzipped his pants. He had a hard cock, longer but not as thick as my husband's.
"Come and kneel in front of me," he said, but as kindly as an old grandpa asking a child to sit on his knee... "Spread your legs as far apart as you can so 1273 can get under you."
I didn't understand, but I awkwardly complied, struggling slightly to get down and keep balance with my arms still bound. I leaned over him and he put one of his hands on the back of my head to firmly but not roughly push my mouth down onto his erection. "She's got it much harder than you've been able to," he told his wife as he pushed me down his shaft. I felt her between my feet as she shuffled into position, not easy with her hands still cinched behind her, and then a moment later I felt her tongue on my intimate parts, making me thrash and squeak.
"Stop that," he said, taking my nipple in a firm pinch. Below me, 1273 continued licking and I tried to get myself used to it as quick as I could... Oh my God, but it didn't take long...
Finally he released my nipple so that he could concentrate on controlling my rhythm... I was used to sucking my husband's dick, as I said, I'd been eager to please, so I knew to use my tongue and plenty of saliva, shut my eyes and tried to pretend it was him I was pleasuring... But 1273 was pleasuring ME!
"This is very important," he said. "No matter how good my wife is at eating your cunt, you do not orgasm before I do."
The problem was... 1273 was very, very good at eating my cunt. And I was so, so inexperienced... I tried hard, I really did... Stopped thinking of my husband and remembered this old man abusing the power of his office, abusing me... But oh my God I liked it... And Iiked 1273's tongue.
He was getting stiffer in my mouth... I knew it wouldn't be long... Tried to get myself even deeper on his length, gagging slightly as I was unused to it going quite so deep... In my mind, one word burned, shameful but incredibly erotic... And as I let it form, I couldn't help but letting 1273's tongue work me up... He was about to squirt his load, I could feel it, but the word took full form in my mind:
Slut
Oh shit, I came, hard - only a split second before he started filling my throat and mouth with thick, disgusting cum, but a split second was enough. I'd disobeyed. I'd failed. 1273 wriggled out from underneath me as I gagged and coughed and tried to deal with all the cum flooding my mouth, nose and throat and was still pumping from his cock. Somehow I managed to take it all, swallow and snort it down but there was no triumph as he finally pushed me up off of him to take some ragged breaths.
I thought he'd be angry; thought he'd threaten my husband's job or tell me his promotion prospects were over; for a second I wanted to sob.
"Very well done 1273," he praised his wife, and then leaned down to look at me. "She's good, isn't she? Don't worry; a little bit of training and you soon will be too. But, first, you'll need to be punished of course."
