Donna Allen
Trained to be chained
CHAPTER ONE
She pushed at his head with her hands.
"Go on, eat it."
Zelda Reed looked down at him. She liked to get in her office, after hours when she was alone. She had something going with each of the men who worked for her, and she would call one of them in when she was in the mood. Or sometimes she would call one of the women. There were three men and seven women and they all worked on commission in Zelda's employment agency. She had worked hard to build the business up to where it was and she was determined to get full satisfaction out of it. They all serviced her. They knew the score. She had made that plain to them the day they were hired. Giving a little head never ruined anyone's health, she told them. It keeps me happy and if I'm happy you'll be happy too.
The man munching at her pussy now was Henry Allen. He wasn't one of her favorites. Her favorite was out sick and today Henry was nothing but a substitute. He wasn't very good at it. He sucked her pussy without enthusiasm.
"Move your tongue," she said.
Zelda was a tall blonde, platinum-blonde hair and a full set of tits and a firm ass. She kept her body in shape by playing tennis as often as she could. She liked to dress well. She pulled a good deal of money out of the agency and she liked expensive clothes. She pampered herself. She lived alone, no husband, no children, no family, nothing but herself to spend her money on. She had a smart-looking hi-rise condo and a cute little English sports car. And in the office she had her slaves.
In the office she could sit in her swivel chair and spread her legs and amuse herself by having someone like Henry Allen suck her pussy.
Zelda was convinced that's what the circus was all about. Nothing in the world meant anything except the power you over other people. If you had, no power, you were nothing but a slave.
And she did get her jollies out of it. She fondled Henry's ears now. Her cunt was sopping and it turned her on to hear the slurping. She decided maybe Henry was better than usual today.
"Hold it a minute," she said. She pushed Henry's face away. He looked groggy. Using her fingers, she peeled her cunt-lips apart to open her cunt. "All right, here it is," she said. "Lots of tongue up and down."
She wondered if he ever did it to his wife, if he ever sucked his wife off. She doubted it. Henry didn't look the type. He was down on his knees now because he needed his job. She guessed at home Henry wasn't even sure what his wife's pussy looked like.
She watched his tongue. She could see her clit was out, like a tiny red prick down there at the top of her cunt-slit. She pulled at the hood to bring more of the knob out and told Henry to lick it.
He worked on her with broad swipes of his tongue. Up and down, the knob of her clit jerking each time he touched it. What a nice little cunt-lapper he was. He'd improved since he'd started working for her. She pulled at one of his ears, his face tighter against her cunt. She liked to see her cunt-juices on his face.
His mouth was dripping with her cream. He had a white froth of cunt-juice on her upper lip and the sight of it turned her on. She suspected he liked sucking her cunt. He did it because she made him do it, but maybe he liked it too. He liked the smell and taste of her.
What a nauseating little creep he was, like an animal, a slobbering animal sucking at her cunt. But she loved watching it. She loved the sense of power it gave her.
She groaned and pulled his face hard against her cunt. She pushed and pulled at his head to get his nose rubbing at her clit. Her buzzer was going off, her pussy fluttering as she climaxed.
"Suck my cunt," she said with a rasping voice. But her thighs were clamped against his ears and it was doubtful he heard her.
After it was over, Zelda pushed Henry away with her foot and teased him about the sucking. "Did you like it?"
He looked at her with forlorn eyes. "It was all right."
"Come on, Henry, you can do better than that."
"Yes, I liked it."
"I don't believe you. But anyway it doesn't matter, does it? You get to eat me whether you like it or not. But I think you do like it. I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at my pussy. Take your cock out, Henry. I'll keep my legs open. Do you like my legs?"
Yes, he did like her legs. She wore sheer black nylons and a wispy black garterbelt and she knew how inviting she looked. The hair down there was dark rather than blonde and thick enough to be neatly trimmed into a triangle. She kept her thighs open as she watched Henry unzip his fly and bring his prick out.
"Go on," she said.
He knew what she wanted. He started pulling at his cock. She always had them jerk off after they ate her, both the men and the women. It was more fun to watch the men because at the end she could see the jism squirt out.
Henry was already half-hard. His cock quickly stiffened in his fist. He had a short thick prick with a long foreskin and a cherry colored cock-knob. He pulled on his prick with his closed fist and at the end of each stroke his foreskin completely covered his cock-head. She was always fascinated by their cocks. She never touched any of them. Not the people who worked for her. Not the men. Sometimes she finger-fucked a woman to watch the woman get off, but that was all. No one in the office ever fucked her. When she wanted that, she got it elsewhere.
"Hurry up," she said.
It was almost as if telling him that made him come. The white spunk started bubbling out of his piss-hole and the next moment he squirted. Some of it hit one of the legs of her desk, but most of it went on the rug. She watched him milk his prick with his fingers.
"Clean it up and go home," she said.
He didn't move. "I need a raise," he said.
She smiled at him. "Having trouble?"
"A bigger draw would help."
"All right, I'll think about it, Henry. Now please clean the mess up and get out of here."
A few minutes later she heard the front office door slam shut and finally she was alone.
She got her things together and made ready to close up the office. It was Friday evening. She'd had a busy week and she told herself she ought to relax this weekend. Zelda needs a littie fun, she thought. Maybe it was time to get fucked. Having Henry lick her cunt was amusing, but she needed more than that to be satisfied. She wanted a strong cock sliding in and out of her pussy. A stud with muscles and heavy equipment. She would have him go down on her and then he could pound her pussy to a frazzle.
The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. Maybe she could find someone quickly. She knew a few bars she might try, places where a woman like her could foci comfortable about picking up a man. They had to be strangers. She never let anyone she knew fuck her. She never let anyone she knew get the best of her. Sometimes she wanted a woman instead of a man and there were bars for that, too. She always caused a stir when she walked into one of those dyke joints. They were at her like a pack of bloodhounds, their tongues wagging as they made their pitches.
But the men were more fun. What she wanted tonight was a man. She put fresh make-up on, brushed her hair, straightened her dross and sauntered out of the office with an image of a long thick cock in her mind. A fat cock dripping jism, a pair of heavy balls, a hard good looking ass. Nice chest and big biceps.
She thought about where to go. She picked a place. She climbed into her little sports car in front of the building and zoomed away down the boulevard. Ten minutes later she walked into a crowded bar and sat down to have a Bloody Mary.
The noise was a din and there was hardly room to cross her legs. Most of the women looked like college kids. The men were something else, all ages and types, even a few past fifty. She knew what she wanted. She sat with her back partly turned to the bar and kept looking. Within fifteen minutes she picked up a young man named Malcolm.