Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2010 22:01:32 -0400
From: Jason <sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Scot's Seduction Chapter 6 of 7

Scot's Seduction

Part 6 of 7


By Jason Sterling
<sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com>


Fifi stood next to the footstool awaiting orders for
her supposed lack of proper working methods.  Scot
stood off to the side taking all this in and trying
to suppress the big grim he sported.  I had the cane
in my hand and pointed to the stool with it.  "Get
your ass down there and point your dirty rump toward
the ceiling, slut!"  Fifi meekly did as she was told
and bent down with her head on the carpet and her
butt aimed in my direction.  I asked Scot if he
wanted to help me teach this pig a lesson in work
ethics with corporal disclipine.  He quickly nodded
his head affirmatively.  "Take off everything but
your jockeys and straddle the bitch's back with your
feet holding down her hands."  Scot got into the
right position and Fifi grunted when Scot's ass
pressed down on the already breath restricting
corset she was wearing.


As soon as everybody was settled into the postures
I had directed them to be in I let loose with the
first swipe of the stinging cane across the meaty
derriere of the prone supplicant on the footstool.
An audible groan escaped the throat of Fifi.
Several more strokes in rapid succession followed
and the hairy, white buttocks was now crisscrossed
with thin red welts.  I laid a few more hard whacks
on the fleshy part of her upper legs and each stroke
caused Scot to buck, as if he were riding a wild
horse in a rodeo.  "Are you going to be more
diligent in carrying out simple instructions in the
future, you worthless piece of shit?"  The just
punished tramp forced a "Oui Monsieur" through
clenched teeth and tried to wipe away tears forming
at her eyes, but Scot's feet holding her hands down
prevented this.


"Just to make sure you'll learn from this lesson in
what happens when you are so disobedient, I'm going
to give you a fucking you won't forget."  I dropped
my drawers to my ankles and pushed my shorts down to
my knees and knelt behind Fifi.  I already had a
tube of K-Y Jelly handy in one hand and a wrapped
condom in the other.  I tore the rubber open, rolled
it on and squirted a large daub of lub on the brown,
puckered anus hidden within the striped ass cheeks
of my moaning victim.  A few pumps of my rubber
coated cock got me hard enough to press its tip
against the awaiting manhole with both of my hands
free to grab the bottom of the corset.  With one
hard thrust I sank my full length into the tight,
resisting sphincter and waited for a reaction from
the prone object of my attention.  "Please, please
stop.  I've learned my lesson.  I'll do my best the
next time you give me a chance to make up for all of
my mistakes in the past."


As if ignoring the pleas for mercy I withdrew as far
back as I could and still keep my cock within the
stretched asshole of the bent over receiver of my
thrusts and slammed again all the way to the hilt.
A muffled cry exited the prone victim of my assault.
A few more pumps brought me to climax and I rested,
still buried in her chocolate chute, until I
softened and plopped out of her with a gurgling
sound.  I peeled back the condom and tied the
appropriate knot in the end. tossing it in a newly
emptied wastebasket my maid had cleaned out earlier
that evening.


Addressing my visitor I said, "I don't think you've
ever been a party to a gang-bang, have you cunt?"
Fifi looked horrified.  She turned her head and
looked up at Scot who was still astride her back.
All she did was to shake her head in a negative way.
Scot was all smiles.  He got up from his mount and
said, "Do you want me to take sloppy seconds?  I'd
be happy to assist you with your punishment lesson.
Just point me to another rubber and another squirt
of that glop you used before."  I hadn't even
mentioned this to Scot beforehand, but he was more
than ready to share in the humiliation ritual that
was being played out on the floor of my living room.


After giving him a little help in rolling on the
fresh rubber and he had slipped out of his briefs
completely, there he stood, at full attention, ready
to stick it up the shit-chute of poor little Fifi
who now had use of her hands again.  "Do you want to
give her a few strokes of the whip first before you
sodomize her?"  Scot took the cane in hand, and with
all his might he cracked a few good ones on the
quivering butt of the prone recipient before
settling in place behind her and plunging into his
quarry with full force.  After stroking many times
and not shooting off as he expected he would do, he
momentarily stopped and said to me, "I never
realized how much a rubber would keep me back from
coming so quickly.  Usually a few strokes of my hand
on my cockhead and I'd spurt my spunk way up over
my head.  This feels so good sticking it to this
asshole, I'm so glad I haven't shot already."  Scot
resumed a rhythmic but clearly enjoyable thrusting.
Finally Scot's spine arched, he threw his head back
and let out a loud groan as he got down to the short
strokes of his orgasm.  Then he collapsed onto the
back of his first male sexual partner in apparent
exhaustion.


In a short while Scot got up, put on his briefs and
plunked down on the couch.  Fifi stayed in place and
I went to a box in my room, returned with three
Ping-Pong balls and pushed each one up the exposed
asshole of the recently fucked French maid.  I then
told Fifi to get up and to get the 'fuck out of my
apartment'.  Scot looked at me with a quizzical
expression on his face and watched Fifi get up and
walk to the bathroom in an even more halting manner
than she had done earlier that evening.  Scot
couldn't wait to ask me what the fuck the white
balls up her butt were for.  "Those balls up his ass
while he is driving home are there to remind him
about the fucking and the degradation he went
through here tonight.  Believe me, when he gets home
and has a chance to shit them out of Fifi's cunt, he
will be one raging 'hard-on' ready to fuck his own
wife 'till she can't walk straight tomorrow morning.
The balls are just big enough that when they're up
in place he'll have to strain his ass muscles tight
in order just hold them there.  The fact that all
that lubricant is up there too will add to the
effect of not wanting to shit in ones own pants...
expecially when you're talking about a suit that
costs over a thousand bucks.


I glossed over the fact that this all was primarily
a way for my friend to shake loose of the petty
frustrations and stresses that nearly drove him to
resign from a six figure salary job that was
driving him crazy, until we tried a few things that
would help take his mind off of the problems.  We
even tried using a few high priced hookers at first,
but my friend was too committed to his wife to go on
with this solution.  Our weekly ritual had evolved
slowly over time to what it was now.  I was fairly
anxious to find out how this all effected Scot.  So
I suggested that we get to bed early because we did
have some of our more open and honest exchanges
when we were in bed together in the dark and did
not have to look in the other's face when we spoke.


End of Part 6