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This is a complete work of fiction intended for audiences 18 years of age and older.
Summary:
Graham trains slut wives for the members of an elite clandestine society. Jennifer is sponsored by a senior member to be admitted into the exclusive circle. This is the story of her training.
The Training of Jennifer
Graham moved to answer the door even before the faint knocking . He swung the penthouse door fully open, turned his back on the guest and continued speaking on the telephone. He paced as he spoke. "Yes she is here. No, I'm not sure. I have yet to even look at her. Just remain in the lobby this might be all over very quickly ..... Well, me too ..... I'll let you know as soon as I can. Certainly, David. Yes, in that case I'll send her back down and you can take her home." Graham turned within the spacious living area to face Jennifer who stood on the threshold. "Well, come in and close the door. Either that or get back on the elevator and down to the lobby. Your David is still there."
He smiled, enjoying her emotional struggle. "You've been told what this is all about. Come in and begin, or leave. I will not abide silliness." She swallowed and stepped smartly into the apartment. She was dressed in a 3/4 length leather coat, cinched at the waist. She clutched a round overnight case to her chest and stood blinking at her host.
He strode over to her and yanked the case from her grasp. "I told you to close the door behind you. And, you will have no need of this." With that he tossed the small case into the hallway and slammed the door shut. She went to reach for her case as he tore it from her. Then, as he chucked it out and into the hallway she began to protest. He covered her mouth with his open hand. "Just be silent. You will speak when asked a direct question. David may have spoiled you but you will find none of that here."
Graham walked around Jennifer inspecting her face and hair. He stared directly into her eyes when he had completed his circuit. Jennifer tried to return his stare but quickly lost her nerve and stared down at the floor. "The hair is nice, provocative even. It's like a lion's mane. Huh, quite a mass of curls for such a delicate face. Blond highlights. Nice. It's a cock teaser's hair style. David told me you were a horny little thing under a controlled veneer. Are you a horny little thing, Hm? Is your cunt wet even now? We shall see."
He took her chin between his index finger and thumb, raising her face to his. He was much taller than the diminutive woman. Her neck arched backward to accommodate his positioning of her. " A pretty face, elfin features, probably Irish descent. Big liquid blue eyes. I'm going to enjoy abusing you. You make me want to hurt you already. There is something extremely vulnerable about you." As he spoke he worked his thumb into her mouth and held it open. He inspected her teeth and ran his index finger between her gum and cheek. Next, he thrust his two fingers down her throat. She gagged and sputtered at the invasion. "We'll have to work on that." He remarked casually.
"Take off the coat. Let me examine the rest of you." He kept her head locked between his hands. He wanted to gauge her reaction. Graham knew that David had sent her up to his apartment naked except for the trench coat. David knew how to follow instructions. Jennifer reached for the belt which held her only garment in place. Instead of untying it, as requested, she clasped onto it with a marked urgency. David let go of her face and reached into his pocket for the cell phone. He continued to stare at Jennifer and punched the redial button.
"David... yes, come and get her. No, I refuse to waste my time on coy little games. Well, I'm sure you did explain the opportunity to her. We tried. Yes of course." Graham flipped the phone closed and opened the apartment door. " David is on his way up to retrieve you. You may wait by the elevator. Good-bye Mrs. Arris. It has been a pleasure meeting you." Jennifer stepped out of the penthouse and collected her overnight bag. Graham closed the door. In less than a minute there was another faint knock.
Graham, who had not moved from his spot eased open the door. There stood Jennifer with eyes downcast. She placed her overnight bag on the floor. "I" she ventured. "May I speak?"
"Of course my dear, you are no longer under my tutelage. All social protocol is back in play. Can I help you with anything?" Graham was the soul of graciousness.
" I was silly. I ... I reacted instinctively. I do want to please David. This is so very important to him. Will you give me....Can I have another chance ... please?" She fidgeted as she spoke.
The door of the elevator opened and David, a handsome young man in his early thirties, stepped into the foyer. Jennifer wheeled and started to move towards him. Graham snatched her by the wrist and spun her back to face him. "You were saying." He signaled for David to remain where he stood.
Standing self consciously in the hallway Jennifer proceeded. "I want you to take me back. I want to please my husband. I want to be trained."
"Just exactly what will I train you to do, my dear?"
"To be a slut."
"More."
"To fuck and suck your cock and be used in anyway that you chose." Jennifer's cheeks were crimson and her eyes welled up with hot tears.
"Take your coat off." Graham demanded coldly. Jennifer stepped towards the apartment with her hands on her belt. He reached up to her shoulders stopping her where she stood. "Here will be fine." Jennifer spun her head round to look at David, then to check the hallway for onlookers. Tears were now rolling down her cheeks but she did uncinch her belt and allow her coat to slip down her arms and fall to the floor. She had a petite but splendidly proportioned body. "No wonder you two were nominated for the society. Nice pert little tits." He reached up and tweaked each nipple. They were large for the size of her smallish breasts and pointed slightly upward. "They are very responsive as well. He rubbed a thumb over each of them. Can she cum just from nipple play David? Place your hands behind your back, my dear. I want free reign with you." Graham worked his hands over her tight abdomen. He first combed then stretched out some threads of pubic hair with his fingers. A nice looking cunt. A cute little protruding slit. A cameltoe I think they call it. Lovely. So, you want to please your husband. Is that all? That is not the way I hear it."
Graham was now moving around her, dragging his palm and fingertips across her hip and thigh. When he was behind her he moved her hands to afford himself an unencumbered view of her ass. He explored the weight and heft of the tight bulbous cheeks. "David told me some little secrets you have shared with him. All about some games with your brother William and his friend Sid. The cock sucking story with your camp counselor. Your experiments with Linda, your old chum in high school. Your rspe and gang-bang fantasies, your exhibitionist tendencies." Jennifer was shocked and ashamed as this stranger rattled off her most intimate secrets: secrets and musings shared in her marriage bed with David. "There are many more. Aren't there, my dear? You will confess them all later. But, I think we should drop the pretense that you are here only to please David. David has made me privy to your intense sexual excitement since you came to accept our proposition. You have your own needs."
She winced at each revelation and felt betrayed. His words exposed her more than her nudity. She recalled wanking on David's cock and whispering her desires into his ear as she worked her cunt against his thigh. She forced herself to dismiss these recollections, afraid of what she might remember. Graham continued; "First, you were moved by greed of course. You will want for nothing, if you are accepted. David's career will advance rapidly with such a cadre of influential friends. You have been told all of that. But tell me about you, your wants. Why did you accept the proposal. Admit what you are Jennifer. Here, to me, in front of your husband."
Jennifer looked up and into Graham's eyes. She seemed defiant for the first time this evening. "I'm a slut. I want to be abused and fucked by the powerful men you speak of."
"More."
"I'm a cock sucking, whore. I want you to do what you will with my horny cunt. I want to surrender...." Graham reached up and silenced her with his hand across her mouth. He stared into her moist eyes. He placed a foot between her legs and moved her feet farther apart. With the palm of his hand he covered her entire cunt. "Wet." He pronounced accusingly.
He slowly began to massage her cunt, rubbing the lips together; sliding them back and forth against each other. He felt the enlarged clit roll around within her labia. He pulled her into the room by her oozing cunt and signaled for David to follow. David did so and closed the door. "You were sopping wet as you stood in a public corridor naked, with your husband watching, with a stranger fondling you.. I think we can drop any pretense to morality. It is quite obvious who and what you are."
Once inside the apartment, David rested his back on the door as Graham bent Jennifer over double, into a touch your toes pose. "You have been sponsored by John Grover, the founder of your husband's law firm." He spread her ass cheeks and inspected her tight, puckered sphincter as he spoke. "He took quite an interest in you at a dinner party. So I am told. He wants you and will accept David into the Dilletante society in order to get you. There are senators, congressmen, famed CEO's, even entertainers within the club. They will all have access to you. David will have access to their wives or mistresses as well. It will mean sure fire success. For both of you. I sense that you will enjoy untapped pleasures my little slut." He worked his middle finger up into her rectum. "You are both fortunate indeed. I am paid quite handsomely, Jennifer to train you and to give you both final approval." Now, he eased a finger up and inside her cunt. "Do you like having your husband watch this intrusion, Hm?"
Next, Graham stood her up. Placed an arm around her waist and turned to face David. "I think we have reached an understanding. Jennifer and I." He took Jennifer's hand by the wrist and forced it down the front of his pants and his briefs. Her hand covered his erect cock. She was surprised at the thickness and firmness of his member. He looked at David as he moved his wife's hand up and down his engorged prick. "I don't usually give second chances David. But, she is deliciously vulnerable and I do long to abuse her. The next time she gets ridiculous, I will be calling you at home. There will be no taking her back a second time. You may go now David. The Mrs. and I have work to do."
David slipped quietly out of the apartment. Jennifer's eyes clicked down to the carpet as he left. Graham pulled her hand out of his pants and walked her over to his easy chair. He sat on the edge of the chair with his legs wide open. He pointed to the floor between his feet. "Kneel here." He ordered. When she was in place he spread her legs further apart with his shoes. "Place your hands on top of your thighs. Sit back on your haunches. Head down. This is your position. You will get into it whenever I sit on this chair. I will always begin our sessions from here." He slid his the toe of his shoe between her legs and tapped it against her cunt while looking down at her. He considered her for a long time and she remained still. Her breath and her heart however were racing.
"You will learn to please, tease and amuse. There are members with varying tastes and needs. You will be expected to fulfill any and all of these. Everything I do with you and to you is to achieve that end. Lay on your back, splay yourself open and masturbate for me. Entertain me." She slowly, tentatively eased herself back and onto the carpet. She closed her eyes and slid a hand over the mound of the cunt.
Graham sat back and smiled observing Jennifer clinically. Her eyes clamped shut. Her legs crossed. She trapped and squeezed her own probing hand between her thighs. Her hand worked up and down with increased pressure, flattening her clit against her pubic bone. The involuntary fuck thrusts of her hips became more rhythmical and pronounced. Her abdomen tightened. She felt the waves descending through her body to her cunt. The first few internal spasms began.
"Stop!" shouted Graham. He reached over and slapped her resoundingly on the thigh when he gave the command. "Get up here and listen for fuck's sake. Back into your position."
Jennifer lay there blinking and looking up at Graham. It took her a few seconds to abandon the demands her cunt was making at the moment.
"Now!" Graham commanded. He remained perfectly still as he gave commands: his voice flat but layered with authority. his eyes piercing and cold. Jennifer was moved as if by a physical force. She kipped up and back into her position between his knees.
"I asked you to masturbate for me didn't I? Well didn't I?" He took his index finger and raised her chin. Her eyes stared into his. "That was a direct question."
"I - I was masturbating. I" She got nothing else out because he placed a finger over her lips.
"Listen..." he spoke as if to a child, slowly, distinctly. " I asked you to masturbate for ME. You were masturbating for you. You are meant to entertain me. Tease me. Make me want you. If a man asks you to masturbate, he wants to be a voyeur. He wants to see you at your most private, your most intimate. Say how you love finger fucking yourself. Tell him how good it feels. Tell him how much you want his hot cock. Moan, curse, be lewd, open pussy, your ass cheeks and ask him questions. The mind is the main sex organ my little fuck toy. What does he want? Is he more turned on by your obscenities, by your need for his cock, by your writhing and moaning, by a fantasy that is taking you where you want to go." The back of his hand slid down her neck, over the top of her left breast. Then he clamped his thumb and crooked index finger down on her nipple.
She gave a quick yelp and sucked in her breath. He increased the pressure of the violent pinch and stared flatly into her eyes. "Now, masturbate for ME." He ordered. Then he eased himself back into his leather chair. Jennifer settled back onto the carpet at his feet. She began to moan and writhe sensually before him. Her two hands snaked down her body and she moaned in pleasure as she slid them ever closer to her mound. "I'm so fucking horny." She whispered. "I need to cum so bad. Mmmm." She grabbed each of her thighs and spread them wide, arching her back at the same time. "You like? Mmm? You want? Oh fuck baby. Right here... Lick me right here. Or here maybe," she stretch her legs back and exposed her ass. You want to lick me here Daddy? Oh fuck..." Jennifer found that she was turning herself on with her own sexuality. When she went at her clit, all she was able to do was pump and moan like an alley cat. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yea...." In seconds her eyes clamped shut and she bucked and spasmed on the rug. A stream of : "fucks" and "cock" and "cunt" and "cocksucker" began a litany of every filthy word she knew. After a few ecstatic minutes, Jennifer lay spent on the floor. She had never cum like that before.
When she was able to open her eyes and focus, Graham patted himself on the thigh and motioned for her to assume her position. "What were you thinking about when you got off like that?
"I - I don't know. I."
Graham reached both hands down to her nipples and clamped them in the same pinching clasp as he had used before. "What were you thinking about when you got off like that?" His voice remained a calm monotone. The pressure of his pinch however increased evenly until she was sure she could bare it no longer. Still the intensity increased, like the speedometer in a car.
"My husband. My husband David." she blurted out. " I was thinking of our last fuck and of his cock and how he used it on me. I"
Graham let go of both her nipples. A whoosh of air escaped from her lungs. He placed a hand on either side of her face and moved his own face close to hers. "Don't, don't ever lie to me."
Then, it happened suddenly. With surprising strength and quickness Graham whisked her off the floor. All movements were then a blur to Jennifer but she found herself over his left leg. Her own legs were trapped and held in place by his right thigh. His left hand pushed hard on the middle of her back and she was bent double over his knee. Her hands were flat on the floor to maintain her balance. Smack! came the first blow. A red hand mark appeared on her ass almost immediately. Smack. Another one on exactly the same spot. She complained and howled. Then he began to rain smack after stinging smack all over her bottom. The screaming was soon replaced by tears, sobs and pleadings. Eventually, he stopped, with abrupt measured speech. He asked. "What were you thinking of when you got off like that?"
" I was thinking of you." She was still over his knee with her hands on the floor speaking up through her own legs. "I was thinking about the feel of your thick cock. I was thinking of David watching me handling your cock. I wanted you to fuck me in front of him. I wanted to see it and suck it. I wanted to do it all with David standing there."
Graham let her up and gestured for her to take her position. She knelt in front of him once more. Then she broke down into a serious sobbing cry. "I wanted you to fuck me." She said between sobs and sniffs. She leaned her head into him and he let her. She cried into his trousered crotch. He smoothed the hair on the back of her head. She cried for a long time. Then she went silent... calm... peaceful. She stayed still and breathed him in. They remained like that for a half hour.
"Okay, enough. We are done for the night." Graham stood Jennifer up and lead her to her room: a room she would occupy for the entire training period.