Six weeks into my consultancy contract, I am mulling over how things are going. The new job nerves are gone, and the reality of how mundane it is so far is surprising. Yes, there are some excellent meals, the odd show, and basic sex with a mixture of men. Not quite what I expected, then did I know what to expect? The practicalities of working two jobs have not been an problem; living in Bletchley is only a thirty-minute train ride to Euston station, a five-minute walk to the hotel Colin has as my ‘office.’ Moving to flexi-time working at the hospital gives me the extra time I may sometimes need.

Thinking of time and checking over the hours I have done so far and those currently on my rota for the next four weeks. Something looks wrong. Double checking the hours I have worked and the hours booked forward, they come to ninety-three. That’s nearly at the first break point in only ten weeks! The end of the contract to my mind. Noticing another exciting topic, I am booked for a threesome a husband, and wife, next Wednesday. That will be a first for me. Not too sure about another woman; I’ll have to play it by ear.

I e-mail Colin and Ken with my findings and get ready for work.

Wednesday, and it’s the married couple today, seven pm to one am, so I have taken Thursday off from work. An Indian couple, he’s a big player in Indian manufacturing, she being his dutiful wife.

As requested, I get to the restaurant at seven, dressed expensively in a flowing, knee-length skirt and toning blouse, thong, stockings and suspenders, and push-up bra. The maître d’ asked me to wait, as the guests were not down yet; they arrived a few minutes later. We are led to the table, a discreet corner placement, and the woman gestures for me to sit near the wall. She sits beside me; her husband sits opposite us.

“Thank you for coming, Sharon; I am Parinda, my husband, Gupta. We welcome you to our table,” Parinda almost trumpets.

”It’s my pleasure to be invited,” I acquiesce.

The ordinary small talk ensures family, work, and our different cultures.

Parinda has wandering hands! This is the first woman to feel me up. She runs her finger around and under my stocking top, taking her time, feeling my bare flesh. I gently open my legs while smiling at Gupta as he talks about his beloved cricket; he smiles back, fully aware of what is happening. She moves higher, widening my legs some more to ease her access. Parinda runs a finger up and down my thong, pushing to discover my slit. Yes, that’s it; I spread my legs wider, slipping gently forward on the chair.

Pushing my thong deeper into me with her finger, Parinda slides her finger sideways to the edge of my thong, easing her finger under it, probing for my sex. Looking at her as she enters my hole, smiling, she whispers, “Nice.”

I agree; gentler than a man would be, her finger is exploring my clitoris. Always, Gupta is talking.

The waiter approaches, bringing our main course. Parinda removes her fingers from my wanting pussy. I see them glistening with my juices as she presents them for me to lick clean; that’s a bit embarrassing with the waiter watching!

They are not in any hurry, and we eat leisurely. Anytime free of food, a finger or two is exploring my sex. Parinda is enjoying me, and me her. She pushes two fingers up to my G-spot with practiced ease; I look wide-eyed at her, I’m gonna cum, and she knows it. I try to keep still and quiet, but it is so hard; a little squeal escapes, and I slide the chair back too.

Gupta grinned, “She has good fingers, doesn’t she?”

“Yes. Yes, she does,” I stammer, looking into her eyes as she presents her fingers for me to lick clean again.

Our meal was finished, and we wandered to the lounge and ordered drinks. Parinda suggests taking them to their room when they are delivered, and I readily agree.

Parinda places her drink on the side table, approaches me, takes my drink, and puts it beside hers. Prowling back, she looks like a tiger about to pounce. I am not too far wrong. She grips my head, pulls my mouth onto hers, and kisses me ardently. Pulling away, her demeanor and mood change completely; I am slightly taken aback as she announces.

“Now slut. I am your mistress, and you will do exactly what I say when I say it, do you understand?” I stand frozen. She slips behind me and slaps my bottom hard, making me jump forward.

“Do you understand?” she shouts.

“Yes, yes, I understand,” I stumble.

Slap, another jump forward: “And call me mistress.” Parinda growls.

“Yes, I will,” I answered.

Slap, jump: ”Do it then,” she growls.

”Yes, mistress.” I meekly reply.

“Better, take all your clothes off and be quick about it,” she commands. I quickly strip and soon stand naked before her. “Good and bad, you were quick, but you forgot something,” she smirks.

“I did?” I question.

“And again, bend over,” she orders.

I do as I am told and say nothing.

“You are not learning; you answer me every time I speak, do not move or utter a sound.” I am told.

Slap: I am knocked forward by the force of the blow on my bottom and squealed out.

“I told you not to move and to be quiet, and you forgot to answer me before,” she bellows.

“I apologize, mistress.” I get that one out.

Still bent over, I expect more slaps, and they come. It’s not her hand now, but a paddle of some kind. Lashing across my buttocks till my bottom seems on fire. I manage to keep quiet and still.

“Good girl, that is what you will get if you disobey me; this is what you get if you are good.” She plunges her fingers deep into my pussy, at least four, I think, stretching me wide. I nearly groan, just stopping myself.

“Stand up and walk into the bedroom. I will join you shortly.” Parinda points the way.

“Yes, mistress.” I meekly reply.

I wait patiently. Parinda and Gupta walk in. Gupta walks to the chair and sits down; he’s naked now and looks nice. Parinda walks in front of me, and I gasp. She has a gorgeous body, and she is wearing a strap-on cock, at least eight inches long and fat with it!

She slaps my right tit hard, making me gasp again, another slap. I keep quiet.

“I did not tell you to make a noise,” she shouts.

“Lie in the middle of the bed, face up and spread your arms and legs wide aside. Gupta, tie her to the four corners when she is in position,” Parinda commands her husband.

Funny, we both reply correctly.

Spreadeagled, my sex hole exposed and vulnerable, I began to doubt this situation.

Parinda is full of gentleness as she sits astride my waist and gently plays with my breasts, squeezing and kneading, twisting, and pulling my nipples. I moan gently. Slap, slap both breasts; I sigh again, slap, slap, slap, slap.

“Be quiet, or it will get much worse for you,” she spits.

More gentleness, she is kissing and nipping them now; I keep quiet with difficulty. Sliding down my body, she nibbles and kisses every inch of me, down to my wanton pussy. She sits up and stares at my hole.

”Gupta, come here and see.” He does as requested.

“Don’t just look, my husband; fill it with your seed,” she commands.

Gupta climbs atop me and slides his rigid cock gently inside of me. He moves in long and gentle strokes for a good few minutes. And leans into me, whispering, “You are doing well, just the right amount of fight.”

“Oh, for goodness sake Gupta, fuck the slut as if you mean it,” she reprimands. He does, pounding me like a jackhammer, fast and quickly climaxing, flooding me with his warm seed.

“Move away, Gupta. Good girl, you kept very quiet; there’s at all times reward and punishment,” she purrs as she moves between my legs and starts licking at my hole, removing and swallowing all the cum she can get. Next, moving to my lips, cleaning and stretching them, I groan. She bites me — quiet is difficult! Then my clitoris is attacked, her tongue is wicked, swiping from side to side, but she is being so gentle it is like being tickled by a butterfly. I know she is going to make me cum. I must be still and quiet; I tense my muscles, willing myself to keep still as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. I am biting my lip; it passes.

“Oh, so much better, my dear, so much better. Shall we do that again?” she teases.

“Yes, please, mistress,” I beg.

“Oh, better still,” and she lowers herself back to my sex area, briefly teasing me. Then she slides up my body, her boobs rubbing over my stomach, squashing into mine, kissing me again. Her dildo pushes at my open sex. No, this will surely hurt, but I am so wet it slides deep into me, hitting my cervix, where it stops. Parinda slides it back and forth, squirming her body into mine at the same time, gentle movements, so many inches stretching me and sliding over my G-spot, only stopped by my body’s limitations.

She whispers, “when you cum, you can celebrate.”

“Yes, mistress.” I squeezed out.

She begins pounding me, bouncing off my inner walls. My pleasure is growing, and I burst with a feral howl, bucking and shaking my body’s natural reaction to the constant joy flooding me.

Parinda slides her cock out of me, steps off the bed, and looks down at me, slowly unstrapping her cock.

“Your turn now, my love, Gupta. Release her,” she gently asks of him. Where’s her fire gone?

I slide off the bed as Gupta releases me, Parinda takes my place, and Gupta ties her down.

“Do to her what you will, no restrictions; make her scream,” he grins.

I walk out of the room, coming back in with her paddle. It’s wicked, two inches wide, and very springy — no wonder it stung so much! Without warning, I slash across her boobs, making her scream in surprise twice, three times. I lash those beautiful orbs. Then standing astride her, I target Parinda’s dark, proud nipples, whipping each one with the tip of the paddle, making them grow with each stinging blow. Parinda is groaning with each swipe of the whip.

I move to stand at the foot of the bed, looking at her exposed sex, so lovely, so tempting. I tickle her pink sensitive pussy with the paddle, then strike down hard on it; she screams and shudders. I stand above her now, straddling her body, giving her a view of my bum and pussy. That’s better; with my whipping angle straight along the entire length of her slit, I abuse her throbbing sex, striking at the sides, then down the middle of her slit, catching her clitoris. Blow after stinging blow, turning her pink sex red. She screams, bucks, and squirms to no avail as I assault her most intimate place.

Discarding the paddle, I lower myself onto all fours into the sixty-nine position. My pussy is just out of the reach of her pouting mouth. I have full access to hers! I suck her lips deeply into my mouth, and Parinda moans. Nibbling, chewing, pulling my head back. Stretching her tender lips as far as I can, she squirms and pulls against her bonds, moaning and squealing with each new sensation. Juices are flowing for both of us. I feel mine running out of my open pussy, dripping onto her face. Her juices are just making her ready for the pounding to come.

I tease her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink and letting her down again. Climbing off and positioning my mouth at her gaping maw, now her clitoris is at my mercy; it is larger than mine and a nice mouthful. I may not be as practiced at this as she, but I remember what she did to me, and soon she is begging me to stop. My ministrations do not stop; even after she climaxes, I keep my tongue running over her sensitive, tormented, and engorged little sex organ.

I see Gupta grinning gleefully, enjoying his wife’s torment, then he moves behind me and thrusts his cock inside my pouting cunt. I moan in delight. Parinda is still begging me to stop when she suddenly bucks into the air, her whole body tensing and shaking as a heart-rending scream leaves her mouth and an enormous orgasm rips through her body. Gupta slides out of me, pushes me to one side, and mounts his wife, unloading his seed deep inside her grateful pussy.

Not to be outdone, I strap the dildo to myself and pounce on her when Gupta withdraws.

Positioned to gain entry to her treasure chest, I push the dummy cock into her so-red pussy. It is such a strange sensation, using a cock instead of having it used on me! I pound her from the start, going deep into her as she did to me; she is taking all eight inches. This is hard work, though. Who would have thought it? Men have to work for sex!

I relent as another orgasm engulfs her trembling body. Lying down beside her, leaning over, and kissing her passionately.

Gupta releases her bonds, and she tosses a leg over me, pushing me onto my back and kissing me long and hard.

Gupta rolls us across the bed, still entwined, and deftly straps us together. He pulls us forcibly together; our breasts squashed into each other. He hauls us off the bed, instructing us to stand still and not to utter a sound. Parinda forces her mouth back onto mine. I think she knows what is going to happen.

Slap, slap, slap, Parinda pushes into me with each stroke of the paddle across her buttock. Now it’s my turn as Gupta turns the paddle on me, slap, slap, slap. Parinda and I keep our mouths planted together partly in pleasure, mainly to stop us from screaming. Gupta continues his attack on our now tender and glowing buttocks. We feel relief as he stops.

“Next time, do not neglect me,” he grumps. He releases our bonds, and we fall onto the bed, still in each other’s arms.

We rest awhile, wrapped together, I glance at the clock, and they still have ninety minutes of my time. I hadn’t noticed, but Gupta had left the room. When he re-enters, he is dressed and carrying a small box.

“A small gift for you, my dear. Please open your legs,” Gupta instructs.

Mystified, I do as I am told. Out of the box comes an egg-shaped object which he deftly pushes into my pussy, deep as he can. “Now you can get dressed,” he says.

“Can I shower first?” I ask.

“Of course, just don’t lose the egg.” Then he presses a button on the remote, and it vibrates inside me. I wriggle as I walk to the bathroom, leaving the en suite to Parinda. The quivering stops, and I shower and dress in peace; they come out of the bedroom together.

“Oh jolly good, ready for some last drinks, are we? Let’s go down to the bar,” Gupta gushes. Pressing the button once more, scrolling through the settings, watching me quiver and moan till one set made me jump with a gasp.

“That’s the one,” he cheerily exclaims. He leaves it on as we walk to the stairs; stepping down the stairs moves the egg inside me, and I am gasping for relief when we reach the foyer. Thankfully, Gupta turns it off, giving me a moment to recover my decorum.

We stand at the bar. Sitting is problematic for Parinda and me! I spill my drink now and again as Gupta plays with the remote, pleasant and teasing!

They both appear satisfied.

Gupta looks at his watch. “Alas, our time is done; it has been an absolute pleasure, dear Sharon; we do hope to see you again sometime.”

“I would like that,” I reply with meaning.

Gupta hands me the remote. “For you. I make millions of them: a keepsake.”

I take my leave and walk up to my room. Thinking what a great time I’ve had, guiltily realizing that I enjoyed the pain and domination. It’s the first time this new job has been truly enjoyable, and it took a woman to make it so!