Cover-ups

Madison stared at her blank document, watching the cursor tick. She placed her fingers on the keyboard. Typed about a dozen words, then stopped herself and deleted them. She got up, made herself a cup of coffee and paced the apartment a little longer. Once she had found her courage, she returned to the keyboard and typed nearly three dozen words. Before she stopped herself and deleted them.

What the fuck can I do with this?

Every time she’d started to write out her side of the “Poker Night” trip to Danielle’s house, she couldn’t give it the proper… dignity.

How could I have been such a goddamned BIMBO!?! She kicked herself again and again over her behavior the night before. Licking food that tastes like jizz out of a dog bowl, fucking Danielle in her pink girly girl bed, sucking Dex’s dick!?! Madison mussed her hair in front of her face and screamed into her hands in frustration.

Madison could not find away around this fuck up. She’d volunteered to put herself through this to expose the horrors of slavery system. But how could she write that after the night she’d just had? I can’t tell the truth, if I tell that whole story then I’ll look like a complete slut and the whole article will just be jerkoff fodder! But I can’t lie! There were four other people there!

And what’s worse, she’d gone there with the full intent of uncovering the truth about poor Danielle’s complete obsession with her stepfather… and then shoved a dildo shaped like Dex’s cock up her ass. I can’t use her story now… How will I look? There was no accounting for that behavior. No defense.

There was a knock on her door, and Madison spilled her coffee in surprise. Shit! She thought as she dabbed a towel at her notes, quickly shoving everything into her deck and locking it shut. She was still in her pajama shorts and cropped t-shirt that she’d slept in, but the knock came again and she hurried to the door, not taking time to change. Dex was on her apartment doorstep, holding a small bag from Jerry’s Deli and an apologetic look on his face.

“Can I come in?” He asked, seeming a little nervous at the prospect. “We should talk about last night.”

“Yes, we should.” Madison said, stepping back so that he could enter, then quickly closing the door behind him.

When he sat on her couch and pulled out her sandwich, Madison’s stomach growled. She realized she’d not eaten anything since… whatever he’d fed her during their little blowjob competition and she was voraciously hungry. She attacked the sandwich in a very unladylike fashion. Some of the mayo dripped off the back of the sandwich onto her hand, and she began licking it off her fingers. Only slowing down when she heard Dex’s chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” She asked through her full mouth.

“Nothing!” He held up his hands in an obvious deflection. “I just didn’t know you… ate… like that.”

Madison blushed. If I can’t even look at my editor after this, how am I going to testify about it? Madison pictured herself squirming in a chair on Capitol Hill while Senators peppered her with questions about who she fucked and how and when and in what holes, and the shame grew more intense still.

“Yeah… I… kinda let the night get away from me there.” Madison confessed. “This whole assignment is not like what I pictured.”

“Me neither,” Dex said, taking a strategic bite of his sandwich to avoid elaborating.

“But, maybe there’s a silver lining after what happened.” Madison offered.

“How do you figure?”

Madison paused, biting her lip and thinking how best to present this… “We need to go further.”

“Further? I was half thinking we should scrap this and try a different plan.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean, ‘can’t’?”

“I’m in the system now, Dex. If I just disappear from the class, they’ll start asking questions.”

“What if I just pulled you out? Said it wasn’t working for me.” Dex asked.

“Same problem, they’ll want to know why you thought it wasn’t working. And I don’t think either of our cover stories would hold up to scrutiny…”

“Five years in jail.” Dex shook his head.

“For you, idiot.” Madison snapped. “Not for me. They’d award ownership of me to whoever we’d wronged most, and that slimeball Principal would be first in line.”

“...that too.” Dex looked sheepish for not thinking of that first. But then Madison hadn’t been thinking of his name on the Pulitzer Prize when she’d signed up either. Fuck.

“So what’s your idea?”

“I don’t see any other way out of this other than the obvious… I have to pass the class.”

Dex snorted, but Madison’s **** glare stopped him. Still, when he responded his words dripped with his usual smarm. “You can’t be serious. Madison McCulloch. A proper ****.”

“I’m not loving the idea, but I’m loving the alternative a whole lot less.” Madison ran her hands through her hair, resisting the urge to scream again. “Really though, it’s not just me, Dex. Between Stonebridge and the other girls, I’m getting asked questions that I don’t have good answers to. About you, and the stuff you make me do. They’re gonna see through it, unless we make it real.”

“You want to-”

“We need to fuck, Dex.” Madison cut him off. She had to be the one to say it, just to feel like she still had control. Any control. “It needs to be real.”

“Hold on, Maddy, you’re my employee.”

“Right now I’m your co-conspirator. And unless you’d rather have a cellmate, we need to do this.”

“Fuck…” Dex rubbed his hands together slowly, grappling with it. “Fine. So we’ll fuck.”

“Ok…” Madison paused. “How?”

“Please tell me you’re not so far behind in this course I gotta start with the Birds and the Bees.”

“No, numbnuts. How do you want to do it? I’m your ****, remember?” Madison could see him faltering a little at this, so she went first. “Tell me to do something. Something simple.”

“Shit…uh… you got a beer? Give me one.”

“Yes, Master.” Madison said and quickly walked over to her fridge. She noticed Dex checking her out in the reflection on her fridge door and couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing.

“Master still feels weird, but it’s better than numbnuts.” Dex twisted off the top of the beer, then slowly held up the cap as they both realized her mistake at the same time.

“Shit… Sorry, Master.” Madison took the cap from his hand and quickly tossed it in the trash. “I’ll make sure it’s open next time.”

“Yes you will. Come here.” He crooked his finger to call her over. Madison took a hesitant step closer. “Over my knee.” He said haltingly.

“Dex-Master?!” Madison asked. Somehow this seemed like an escalation even after she’d been the one to suggest this.

“You’re probably right, like you usually are.” Dex said. “If we’re going to get through this to publish, you need to pass the class and we both have a lot of ground to make up. So get over my knee.”

“Yes… Master.” Madison slowly climbed down and lay herself across Dex’s lap. It was even more humiliating in private than it had been in the classroom. There was no one else sharing her shame, and no one else ordering her to do it… Even Dex’s order felt half-hearted, if Madison had just stood up and called the whole thing off, he would have gone along with it. But she didn’t…

She jumped as she felt his hand on her backside.

“Easy, girl.” Dex said.

“I’m not a horse.” Madison shot back.

“Good idea, maybe I’ll make you a ponygirl.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I didn’t think I’d have my best reporter demand that I fuck her either, today is full of surprises.” Dex grabbed a handful of her buttcheek and Madison fought the urge to push it off. She bit the inside of her lip and **** herself to relax. Relax even when she felt Dex started pulling down her sweat pants and caressing her thong-clad butt. She couldn’t help herself when he slipped his finger into the waistband of her panties.

“Hold on.” She said, grabbing his wrist. Dex pulled his hand free and smacked her hard on the ass, drawing a yelp of surprise more than pain.

“You said you want it to be real.” Dex reminded her. “Put your hands on the floor.” He ordered, feeling bolder. She felt his erection stirring in his pants and pressing against her midsection. She put her palms down as he’d commanded. Dex shifted one leg up, just as he’d learned in the class, pushing Madison’s hips up and her ass in the air. Just as then, she’d felt completely **** in this position. She trusted Dex as much as she could, but this was still deeply, deeply humiliating. Dex slipped his finger under her waistband again and pulled her panties down to join her sweat pants at her knees. The next time his hand was on her… Oh god he was stroking her pussy lips. Her cheeks flushed crimson with the shame of it.

Dex spanked her again. Madison yelped again, but she’d controlled herself better this time. The next time he spanked her she managed to keep it to a small grunt.

“Aren’t you supposed to be counting these?” Dex asked, and that only added to Madison’s shame.

“Shit, yes. Three, Master.”

“Nuh-unh, if we’re doing this we’re doing it right. Start over.” Dex smacked her bare ass cheek, harder this time.

“Ow! Goddamn it, Dex! One.”

“It doesn’t count if you get mouthy. Start over.” Dex slapped her again. Madison hissed through her teeth, but didn’t spit back the comeback she wanted to.

“One. Master.” Madison said in a flat voice. Dex, apparently placated by this, drew back and spanked her again.

“Two, Master.” Another smack. Bolder still.

“Three, Master.” Dex ran his fingers along her pussy lips again. Madison’s cheeks flushed hotter as those fingers came up slick with her juices.

“Maddy, be honest with me, are you getting off on this?”

“I- No! Not really! It’s a conditioned response!”

“Seems like a pretty significant response.” Dex said, sliding his fingers back along her lips, only this time he didn’t satisfy himself with a stroke of the outer lips. He gently pushed two fingers inside her, up to his knuckles.

“Oh fuck…” Madison gasped.

“I’ll say.” Dex’s cock was pressing into Madison’s side while he fingered her, and it was a damned distracting feeling. She’d been under cover now for some time as a sex ****, and despite having to spend nearly all her days thinking about how to please men, she hadn’t actually fucked one in longer than she wanted to admit. But he’s my boss!! A small voice squealed in her head, drowned out by the heat in her pussy. Madison gave a small whimper of sadness when he pulled out, and his next spank left a wet mark on Madison’s butt.

“Four! Master!” With Madison leaking on his leg and practically begging for him, Dex found his full measure of dominance and began spanking her harder than even he thought he could. No matter how hard he smacked her, she’d probably had worse in class. He let her stand up after she’d successfully counted off ten. Madison was shaky on her feet when she went to stand up, and when she grabbed the waistband of her sweats to pull them back up, he grabbed them and instead yanked them down to her ankles and off her feet.

“Dex-Master?” She asked, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back down onto the couch, face down. He climbed on top of her from behind, pushing her legs open with his knee. His weight on her sore ass cheeks burned, but the real heat was coming from her cunt. It’s just conditioning… It’s not real… It can’t be real… Madison begged her own body to stop loving this, but it really couldn’t. When she felt him shift his weight to slide his pants down and the tip of his dick began rubbing her outer lips… Her legs parted even wider on their own.

“Fuck… Maddy…” Dex gasped in her ear, stopping himself just as he reached the edge of a big, big change in their relationship.

“Master.” It was all she needed to say to make her point. She needed this, and not just to maintain her cover. She could worry about whatever the fuck was wrong with her afterwards…

Dex shifted forward, sliding his cockhead past her lips… Madison gasped and Dex fell forward, pushing his full length into her in one stroke. He’s fucking me! My Master- my boss- whatever! He’s fucking me!

For his part, Dex barely seemed to believe it either. His strokes were slow and tentative. At first. After all, she was his friend and co-worker. All the **** stuff was just for the cover. But… she was still very attractive and there is only so much resistance a man can put up when his dick is buried in his gorgeous co-worker’s pussy. He picked up his pace until there was nothing tentative about it whatsoever. Madison moaned harder and harder with each thrust, no longer an act - if it ever was. Dex warped his arms around hers, pinning her down as he pounded away at her until he shot his load deep inside her. He could have pulled out… Madison thought, but her body wasn’t in agreement. She closed her legs as he pulled out, savoring the last moments of having him inside her.

Dex flopped back on the couch next to her, holding a hand up to his forehead and muttering to himself. Madison sat up, her eyes drawn to his quickly deflating erection. Anita would say I should clean it. She thought, and she leaned over to take his cock in her mouth.

“Woah, I think that’s enough for one day.” Dex stopped her, finally having found some semblance of self-control. “I… gotta go. Get working on that article.” He said as he grabbed a napkin from the discarded lunch to wipe his dick and dress himself.

“Yes, Master.” Madison replied.

“Are we still… doing that?” Dex asked, causing Madison to blush furiously.

“I guess not. See you later, Dex.” Madison barely had time to say before Dex disappeared out of her door. Madison returned to her desk, not bothering to put her pants back on or particularly being aware of their absence. As soon as her fingers hit the keyboard, they were flying.