"Look. Jan, honey, I'm a business man, your note is due tomorrow and unless you pay up I'll be forced to take over Larry's trucking company." Charlie demanded, sitting back in his chair. Pausing to leer at my breasts, he continued. "There might be a way YOU can buy some time with that sexy little body of yours."

My mouth dropped open in shock. This man had been married to my mother for 5 years. He was darn near related and he was making a pass at me. Outrage poured through me, and I surged to my feet angrily. "Why you dirty old man! You can't seriously think I would do anything like what you're hinting at! I have good mind to walk out of here, right now, and tell Larry what you said!" I snapped at him.

"Let's get something straight, little lady, I'm not hinting at anything; I'm demanding you be my sex toy or I'll take everything you and your old man have worked for!" he retorted, his eyes smoldering dangerously. "Telling Larry won't do you a fucking bit of good! Now think hard before you walk out and lose your only chance at saving his ass."

He stared at me knowingly, and as the words sank into my brain I sank back into my seat, the enormity of the situation sinking into me. Stunned, I stared at the floor, my mind working feverishly. Six months earlier my husband and I'd come to Charlie asking for a loan of a hundred grand. We were trying to get a trucking business going, and since Charlie was nearly family we went to him first for a loan. To tell the truth, it'd really been Larry's idea, my mom and Charlie had been divorced for a year, and to tell the truth he'd always made me uncomfortable, his lustful eyes following me everywhere. But, if Larry lost his business, it'd kill him, and quite likely our marriage. We'd have no choice but to go bankrupt, we'd loose our house, everything! And now, the solution to our problems lay in my small hands. Or between my thighs, so to say.

Tearfully I looked up at him. "Please, Charlie, don't ask me to do this, have pity on us! Please, anything but this?" I pleaded.

"Pity? I don't know the meaning of that word, honey. I've been waiting for five fucking years to find a way to get my hands on that fucking hot body of yours." Charlie said, his eyes hard, his lips set in an uncompromising line. "I will not let you off the hook now; so unless you do EVERYTHING I tell, it�s over for your old man�s business. You have ten seconds to make up your mind. Now what's it gonna be; lose everything or give me what I demand?"

I stared at him in shock. Five years? I'd known he desired me, but I'd had no idea it went this deep. Against my will, I could feel my pussy twitch at his strength of will, and I knew that there was nothing I could do to change his mind. Dismay filled me at the though of being at his mercy, and I slumped in my seat. "Ok." I said softly.

"Speak up, slut, say Sir, and always address me as Master from now on." He barked. I dropped my eyes to the floor, as I realized how complete my submission to him would have to be.

"Yes sir, I'll do as you say. Just don't let Larry find out about what I'm doing, please. What will be asked of me?" I said softly, unable to hold the weight of his gaze anymore, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap, wild ideas circling in my head. I'd been secretly reading D/s stories online, and my mind worked feverishly trying to anticipate what Master would do to me.

"Let's get something straight slut, I won't ask you; I'll tell you what to do and you WILL do anything I order without hesitation! Understand, little whore? Now go lock the door so we won't be disturbed." Master ordered me.

Resigned, I stood up and walked the short distance to the door. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I moved, and my face burned in humiliation. At least he was allowing me to lock the door. The soft snick of the lock made me flinch, as the finality of the act set in. My feet dragging, I returned to his desk, and this time his lecherous eyes were fastened on my softly swaying breasts. I could feel my nipples peak at the lust in his gaze. Self consciously, my eyes still fastened on the floor, I stood in front of him, waiting for his next command.

"Take all your fucking clothes, but do it VERY slowly, starting at the top, blouse, then bra. I need to get a look at those fantastic tits first."

My hands trembling, I reached up and slowly began to unbutton the tiny buttons off my silk blouse. Slowly wasn't an issue, my hands were shaking so bad that I couldn't have moved quickly to save my life. Once I reached the bottom, I paused to take a deep breath before removing my blouse for the first man other than my husband. My face burned as I realized I was wearing one of the sexy bras that my husband had bought me. It was a little lacy white thing that barely supported my full breasts. A tear slowly sliding down my face, I reached behind me to undo the clasps. My breasts thrust from my chest invitingly, and again I blushed in humiliation at the slutty image I was presenting.

"Let's see those big fat jugs baby, I have dreamed about them so long I can't wait any longer!" Master said. Tossing aside my bra I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest. "Fuck that shit slut drop your arms to your sides, NOW!" he boomed at me, and I jumped at the displeasure in his voice, hastily dropping my arms to my side. I closed my eyes in humiliation as he stared lustfully at my tits. I'd always been vain of my perfectly round breasts, with their soft pink nipples. I hadn't seen a lot of other women, but Larry had informed me that my nipples were larger than the norm. I could feel them harden even more as Master's lustful gaze fastened on them, even as the humiliation of standing there while he ogled me made my face burn. Slowly I lowered my hands to the waistband of my skirt, fumbling uncertainly with button.

"Stop." he ordered. "Come here to me now, bitch!"

My knees shaking I walked around the edge of his desk. My eyes widened when I saw that he already had his hard cock out and was stroking it.

"See what you did already, slut, with just the sight of your sweet melons you have made me crazy for you. Now sit here, so I can go to work on those fine tits," Master told me, patting his knee.

Fearfully I slid onto his lap, scared of what was to come. Boldly he cupped both of my tits in his hand, his strong fingers digging into the soft flesh. His thumbs came out and flicked my nard nipples, and I gasped from the pain and pleasure.

"I'll bet old Larry just loves to handle these mothers, doesn't he slut?" Master taunted me, his fingers cruelly pinching the tips.

"Yes!" I admitted, hissing a breath in as his nails roughly scored the sensitive tips of my breasts. "Please, not so rough! My nipples are very tender. Please, don't hurt me!" I begged him, tears running down my face at his cruel treatment of me. Amazingly to me, my aching nipples remained hard, and my breath began to come in pants. I could feel my panties growing damp, and my face burned with shame.

"Shut up, bitch, you're mine now and I'll do as I please with your body, UNDERSTAND!?!" I bellowed. Before I could respond he leaned over and sank his teeth brutally into my skin.

"No! Please don't! It hurts!!!!!" I cried, trying to pull from him. Ignoring my pleas, he pulled me to him, his arms around my waist, holding me on his lap. His mouth moved urgently over my breasts, biting and sucking. I whimpered, my skin heating up, caught up in his animal lust. Larry had always treated me like a porcelain doll, I wasn't used to such treatment, and as frightening as it was, it was also intoxicating to know that I could incite such lust in a man. His rough hand pushing my skirt up to my waist, and he began to yank insistently at my panties. Whimpering, I shifted on his knee at the loud sound of them ripping.

"Fuck this! Don't ever wear these rags again! I want your cunt open and ready at all times!" he growled angrily. "Now, baby, let's FUCK!" he hissed, tossing my little body up on his desk with little effort. Afraid of his strength, I struggled to sit up, but he was there, pushing me down on the desk and holding me there with a large hand on my tits.

"Put it in for me like a good little slut," he ordered, pulling his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. I reached down, and wrapped my trembling hand around his cock. A bead of pre-cum was on the tip, and I lewdly spread it over my cunt lips. Not that I needed any more lubrication, I was wetter than I'd ever been. His eyes locked with mine, and I knew that he knew that I was wanted his cock deep in my pussy. Closing my eyes at the shame of what I'd become, I averted my face from his, even as my hips wiggled enticingly against the hard tip of his cock.

"Damn you're tight, baby, this feels so good!" Master groaned, in one fluid motion ramming his cock to the hilt. With a cry, my back arched to take him, his cock stretching my tight little cunt around it. I was unbearably full of him, stretched tighter than I'd ever been before. He began thrusting hard into me, all three hundred pounds of him ramming into my cunt. "Fuck, bitch, this has been worth the wait!" he growled between thrusts.

I whimpered as his weight settled down on me, cutting off my air. "Your crushing me, please, I can breathe, please stop!" I begged him, but he was too far-gone, his hips moving urgently as he sought his release. His hard cock stimulating my sensitive pussy until I, too, didn't care. Desperate for release, I shuddered, and then felt his cum blasting the walls of my pussy, sending me over the edge with him. I bit my lip to hold in my scream, but I couldn't stop my back from arching at my orgasm, my breasts mashing into his chest. Master collapsed on me, his large body dwarfing mine, and I lay there, trying to catch my breath.

"Please, let me up! I can't breath!" I gasped as soon as I could. "Please, Master, let me up."

Master rolled off to the side, and I was finally able to get some air in my lungs. Replete I lay there, my legs still lewdly spread, recovering.

"Now, slut, clean my cock off with your sweet mouth and I'll tell you how it's going to be from now on." Master grinned smugly as I languorously slid to my knees between his legs and sucked his flaccid cock into my mouth, my tongue licking off our combined juices. "You will make yourself available to when ever I ask. You will dress as command and do as I order; no matter what it is, without question, understand slut?"

"Yes, Master, I understand. I will do as you command as long as you don't foreclose on us or tell Larry." I agreed, feeling Masters cock began to come back to life in my mouth.

"Take it in your mouth, baby, suck it nice and hard so you can get another load of my hot cum." he ordered me, his hand coming to cup the back of my head, holding me to him. "That's it; suck it good, use your hand to jack me off while you suck. Make it good, slut," he crooned, his eyes watching my mouth pump on his cock.

Eagerly I set to blowing him, anxious to show off to my Master. He was about to find out that I am an awesome cocksucker. I tightened the ring of my lips around his dick to give plenty of friction, my hand sliding sensuously up and down his shaft. Instantly his cock was at a full state of erection.

"That it, baby, god you are so good. It won't take you long to get my load!" he groaned, his eyes rolled back in his head. I slid my mouth up and down his cock urgently, trying to bring him off, hungry for the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"I'm Cumming, baby!" he roared, and I eagerly gulped down my reward, greedily swallowing it all. "Swallow it, slut, drink it all down. That's it; milk me, fuck you're so good."

I was still busy re-cleaning his cock, when his eyes opened, focusing speculatively on me.

"You like cum don't you, bitch?" he rasped out.

"Yes, sir." I answered, my cheeks pink at my admission.

"Maybe you like being dominated, baby?"

"Maybe I do, Master." I replied, a sheepish smile on my face. I would never have guessed it this morning, but this had been the best sex of my life. I basked in the post orgasmic bliss, kneeling submissively before my Master, his hand heavy in my hair.