She obeys

With a final uncertain glance at Lisa and a smoking look at you, Amanda leaves on her errand. The ravished temp sits up on the table, whimpering softly, looking at you with fear.

"Are you done with me now?"

You look at her coldly and walk over to her. Grabbing a handful of her hair you bend her over to expose her ass. She squeals and begs, her hands trying to pry yours out of her hair, then shrieks as you slap her ass hard with an open palm.

"Please! Please stop, I'm sorry! Please!" she wails with each smack you land on her ripe round ass. You pull her onto the couch by her hair and leave her there, sobbing with pain an humiliation.

"I'm done with you when I decide I'm done with you, whore. And when you address me you call me 'Sir' or 'Master.' Gutter-sluts like you don't speak to me like you just did."

"I'm sorry," she sobs brokenly. "I'm so sorry, sir. Please don't hurt me anymore. Please. I'll do anything, sir. Please."

"I know you will. You're going to do anything. Anything and everything." You throw her torn clothing in her lap. "Use that to wipe yourself off."

Snuffling her tears, she obeys you, wiping the sweat and come from her body. She keeps her head down but sometimes looks at you in abject fear.

She is still cleaning herself up when Amanda returns with her purchases. She glances at the whimpering temp and puts a bag on your desk together with a few dollars in change.

"I had to guess at sizes. She's bigger than me, so hopefully they fit okay," she says, glancing at the distraught girl on the couch. "Do you need me for anything else, sir?"

"Give the slut the clothes and help her dress."

With a look at you, Amanda obeys, taking the bag and dropping it on the couch beside the girl. She whispers something your can't hear to the other woman, who looks at her with dismayed eyes and rubs tears from her cheeks. Amanda empties the bag on the couch and hands Lisa a pair of yellow shorts. Obediently, the temp pulls them on, sliding them up her long shapely legs and standing to pull them over her hips. They fit her very tightly, stretching over her round butt and showing a distinct camel toe at her crotch.

"They're very tight," she whimpers.

"Would you rather leave here naked?" You ask. She shakes her head and takes a red shirt from Amanda pulling it over her head. It's sleeveless and very tight on her, squeezing her ripe breasts together, her nipples and the bars piercing them clearly outlined through the fabric. The shirt is so short it falls just below her breasts. To top it off, the word 'SLUT' is printed across the chest in big yellow letters. She looks down at herself and starts to cry again, while Amanda looks back at you with malicious triumph.

You smile and beckon to Amanda and she comes to your eagerly, tossing her hair as she walks. She stands before you and you look at her, your eyes running up and down her body. She plays with the buttons of her blouse, biting her lip and looking at you from under her lashes.

"Take your clothes off, Amanda."

"Yes sir," she purrs with wanton eagerness, unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt and letting them fall to the floor. She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, tossing it aside and gently squeezing her lovely pert tits, the nipples already plump with desire. Across the room, Lisa stares at the developing scene, tears still shiny on her face.

Amanda starts to sink to her knees, but you hold her up and push her face down on your desk, holding her by the neck as you free your cock and push her legs apart.

"Oh, you're so forceful today sir," she moans. "My pussy is ready for you." You rub your cock between her swollen pussy lips, lubing it, then press it against the pucker of her ass.

"It's not your pussy I want wench," you grunt as you start to thrust into her tightness. She arches her back as you start to impale her, her hands gripping the other edge of the desk.

"Oh God, I'm still sore from last time! Please fuck my pussy, sir, please!" she protests as your meat starts to fill her tight ass. You slap her fine firm rump and make her squeal, then grab her hair and pull her head back as you drive your cock in her to the hilt, your balls slapping against her pussy.

She gives an incoherent squeal as she feels you fully impale her, but grinds back against you as you start to fuck her ass slowly.

"Oh fuck it hurts, you're so big, it hurts so good, oh fuck it hurts so good!" she whimpers. "You want it to hurt, you love it when it hurts, you love fucking me and making me hurt and making me come oh fuck you're making me come, IT HURTS SO MUCH AND YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING COME!" she shrieks as her shuddering orgasm takes her, ravages her, her spasms gripping your cock and milking it, your own orgasm exploding and filling her with scalding cream. You pull out of her, but hold her down on the desk. You look at Lisa and gesture to her.

"Get over here and clean this bitch up," you order. Wiping her eyes she stands an picks up a rag of her torn clothing. "Not with that. With your slutty little tongue. Take your new clothes off so you don't mess them up." You're gratified at how quickly she obeys, though looking at you with wounded eyes. You pull her to her knees behind Amanda and push her head towards the brunette's newly fucked asshole, still oozing your spunk.

Amanda moans and wriggles as she feels Lisa's tongue start to lap at her ravished hole, pushing her ass back to give better access. Soon her moaning takes on a rhythmic note, and she starts to grunt with orgasmic pleasure as the young temp's tongue cleans and explores her.

"Oh fuck yeah! Oh fuck that feels good, lick me so good you fuckin' slut, so good, so good!" she groans as she writhes, shuddering again in lustful release. You step back and watch her finish, planning your next move.