Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 16

Grace's Hard Lessons By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

The story so far:

Grace, an attractive young career woman, learns a hard lesson that stealing from her company does not pay. When her secret was discovered by co-worker Royston, she thought that she could keep him quiet by agreeing to model skimpy swimwear for a Japanese client of his. Grace realizes Royston's real punishment for her was her humiliation at the hands of Mr Nakamori, where she was forced to crawl around on all fours, and her forced masturbation in front of them.

With her acting like a dog captured on video, Royston blackmails Grace further in the office. She is made to deliver a corporate presentation with a vibrator buzzing in her pussy, where she almost orgasms. When her supervisor is let in on her secret by Royston, Grace is raped by him. Grace soon learns the awful truth that Nakamori now owns her body and would be training her as a slut to pay off her debt.

Royston subjects Grace to greater humiliation, making her take the bus in skimpy clothes, where she gets molested by a stranger, and bringing her to the shopping mall where more revealing photos of her are taken in public. Back in the hotel where she is staying, Grace has to answer the door in a see-through nightgown, and to her everlasting shame, having to model a selection of underwear every morning for the bellboy to choose for her to wear to the office.

Grace's submission training in the office continues, with Royston freely accessing her tits at work, forcing her to flirt with clients, and making her learn to ask for permission to pee. As Grace learns to ask for permission to orgasm, her body begins to react unwillingly with arousal at her helpless humiliation.

Chapter Sixteen (MF, humiliation, submission, toy, oral, facial) - -

Grace sat there on the toilet seat, in the men's executive washroom. The pressure on her bladder seems to have increased now, after her conversation with Royston on her cellular phone - she needed to make a decision soon.

To her fright, the vibrator started pulsing in her pussy, and she let go a surprised yelp, before quickly covering her mouth. Royston had turned it on remotely from his office! Holding her urine in her bladder with the vibrator buzzing like a swarm of angry bees in her pussy proved to be most difficult. Grace felt that she could not hold it in much longer.

She called Royston back on her phone. Either way, it would be a blowjob. She would rather do it with someone who knew her secret, rather than someone new. The phone rang for six long rings, before it picked up. "Sir, this is Grace."

Grace endured the buzzing in her crotch, and she tried to cover it with her hand, fearful that someone who might enter the washroom might hear it.

"So what is your decision Grace? Are you going to meet Mr Sorag on your own with the vibrator in your pussy? Or would you prefer to go along with me?"

"I would like to go with you Sir. Can I please have your permission to pee now please?"

"That's a good girl," Royston replied, "alright, you may peeĄ­"

With much urgency, Grace pulled out the live vibrator from her pussy, and released her bladder. The relief of tension felt incredible. She pushed the embarrassing thought to the back of her mind that Royston was listening to the sound of her peeing.

As her urine trickled to a stop, Grace said, "Thank you Sir," into the phone. Royston's voice came back loudly, "Don't forget what you need to do now," he said.

Grace replied, "Yes, I remember," and hung up the phone. She looked at her clingy juices on the shaft of the vibrator in her other hand, before inserting it back slowly into her pussy.

Pulling up her panties, she continued sitting on the toilet seat. She recalled how her self-worth had taken another plunge at Royston's hands yesterday, literally.

The previous evening, it was also about 7p.m. when she was sitting down on the couch in Royston's office. Grace's flashback was so vivid, it seemed like she had went back in time.



"Alright, let's take a look at you Grace," Royston had told her.

Grace felt indignation, but nevertheless shifted her bum lower on the couch, hiked up her skirt, and lifted up her legs in the air. She was wearing the very high heels on her feet, so she really looked sluttish with her legs in the air, with her thighs spread wide, hugging her knees to her chest. This was Position Four, one of the numbered display postures that Royston had trained her to get into. To his satisfaction, Royston could hear the humming of the egg vibrator secured against the crotch panel of her purple bikini-cut panties, the small sex-toy straining to jump out of the silk underwear. The bellboy had chosen that purple panties for her to wear that morning.

"Sir, could I have your permission to cum please?" said Grace, with a beaten tone.

"Well, let us seeĄ­" said Royston as he sat down on the coffee table in front of the couch, directly facing Grace and her open legs. He reached out for the panties and pulled aside the panel covering Grace's pussy, revealing the glory of her cunt lips and fuzzy pubic hair. The end of the vibrator was visible, throbbing and glistening wet, trying to escape from Grace's tight pussy. In one swift motion, his warm hand cupped Grace's pussy, his palm massaging her lips. Feeling the touch of his hand on her sensitive bits, Grace involuntarily contracted her vaginal walls, and the vibrator popped out into Royston's hand, still buzzing fervently.

"Call your boyfriend on your cellular," said Royston.

Grace shook her head, as she tried to process that instruction in her head. "W.why?" cried Grace.

"DO IT. If you don't do it on your own phone, I'm going to call him from mine. And I'm sure he will like to hear from me why his girlfriend is sitting on the couch in my office with her legs wide open, a vibrator in her pussy, begging for permission to cum."

Tears came to her eyes. She knew she had no choice. Grace picked up her phone, and reluctantly placed the call to her boyfriend's phone. It rang for several rings, and for a moment, Grace thought her boyfriend was not going to pick up. She felt a strange feeling wash over her. Was she relieved? Or disappointed? Was it possible to simultaneously feel both? And then it picked up.

"Hello?" said the voice over the phone. It was her boyfriend.

"HiĄ­" said Grace, "it's meĄ­" She felt a sense that she was betraying her boyfriend as she realized she was sitting there with her legs spread open, giving Royston access to her genitals like a shameless whore.

"Hi honey ! So good to hear from you!" her boyfriend said.

For the next few minutes, as Grace talked to her boyfriend over the phone, catching up with each other as lovers do on how their week went, Royston was applying the vibrating toy to Grace's clitoris. For poor Grace, focusing on the conversation was hell. She almost lost control several times - the distraction was bad enough with the spikes of pleasure assaulting her juicing pussy, but having to try to talk normally was even harder.

As her boyfriend droned on and on about how his week went, Grace felt like she was on the verge of cumming as Royston continued to manipulate her sensitive pleasure button, coaxing it, teasing the little pink knob relentlessly. Grace took a sharp intake of breath as Royston inserted two fingers of one hand knuckle-deep into her shameless, juicing cunt, while the other hand pressed the egg vibrator against the roof of the entrance to her hot tunnel, right next to her little throbbing clit. It took Grace the tremendous exertion of willpower to avoid making any noises while her boyfriend continued talking. Royston watched on with amusement, grinning at the girl's humiliation.

"Put him on hold." mouthed Royston silently.

"Hold on honeyĄ I've got an incoming call. It might be important. Could you hold please?" Grace said to her boyfriend.

"Alright. don't be too long dear," said her boyfriend.

Without waiting for Grace to put the line on hold, Royston plunged the vibrator full-hilt into her well-lubricated pussy, causing her to almost squeal out. Grace pressed the button on her phone and put her boyfriend on hold. She looked at Royston, who had just stood up.

"On your knees slut," said Royston.

Grace got off the couch onto the floor, just as Royston unzipped his pants.

His cock was semi-hard when his underwear came down. Grace knew what was required as the cock twitched slightly, pointing straight at her face. Taking Royston into her mouth, Grace felt insufferable shame, having her boyfriend placed on-hold while she sucked another man's cock. The cellular phone was on the couch just behind her as she gave Royston a blowjob.

Grace stiffened as Royston turned up the intensity of the vibrator with his remote control, but she continued sucking with her mouth locked onto his hard cock. Royston looked down with satisfaction as Grace sucked his cock hard.

Before long, he felt the tension building up in his loins. Pulling his shaft out of Grace's hot mouth, he told her, "Keep your mouth open! I'm almost thereĄ­." He was pumping his hard cock furiously with his fist as the ejaculation arrived.

"OhhhhhĄ­Ą OhhhhhhhĄ­Ą­.UHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGG," Royston moaned as he came. He aimed partly into Grace's open mouth, spraying the first of his hot seed onto her tongue, but also stayed intentionally far enough to miss, spurting streams of white sticky jism one after another onto Grace's face and hair. After his cock had its final jerk, Royston wiped the tip of his cock on Grace's lips.

He told her, "GoodĄ now put him back on the phone and kiss him goodbye. Then you will be allowed to cum."

The vibrator stopped humming in her pussy, and Grace immediately felt her juices running down her inner thighs. She remained in her kneeling position.

With the indignity of Royston's cum plastered on her face, and globs of it swirling in her mouth, Grace felt utterly debased as she picked up the phone from the couch, and resumed the phone call. "Dear, are you still there, " she said, her voice on the verge of breaking as she felt the emotion starting to well up from within her. She could smell and taste Royston's cum in her mouth. And she could only imagine what she looked like to Royston with all his cum plastered on her face.

"Yes I'm still here honey. Do you have to go?" her boyfriend said.

"Yes dear, I need to goĄ­" she said, trying to hide her stricken voice.

"You mean you need to come," remarked Royston in the background with amusement. She could feel the vibrator starting to hum again in her pussy as it returned to life under Royston's control.

"Alright, bye then," her boyfriend said to her over the phone, "I love you." She could feel the vibrator setting her pussy on heat with renewed fury.

"Love you tooĄ­" she replied as she felt her pussy starting to twitch, in tiny spasms that signaled the impending earthquake. Grace's lower body had shifted by now from a kneeling position into a sideways sprawling position on the floor.

The line went dead. Clutching the phone in her hand, Grace felt tears running down her cheek, as her body stiffened in the approach of the climax that she would soon experience, against her will. "Cum hard now, you dirty little slut, " commanded Royston.

The tears on her face mixed with Royston's fresh semen, Grace felt his caustic words send a lightning bolt up her spine. Then her already dripping cunt erupted into a series of intense rhythmic contractions. Her upper body which was resting on the seat of the couch, jerked violently in timing with each crest of her forced orgasm. The spasms of pleasure reverberated all the way to her toes. Grace still remembered the shameful feeling now of Royston's semen dribbling down the side of her face.

Grace's mind returned to the present, contemplating what she had to do next. Shaking, she unlocked her cubicle door. Before she left the executive washroom, she removed her sheer pantyhose, just in time before the vibrator started rumbling in her wet pussy again - Royston was not a patient man.

- Grace's Hard Lessons Chp 17

Grace's Hard Lessons By Dark Avenger (send comments to darkavenger at tokyo.com)

Chapter Seventeen (MF, humiliation, oral, forced orgasm) -

George was still working. He looked at his watch. It was already half past seven in the evening. Everyone in the accounting department had already left, and he was the only one left still working on his floor. Well, he thought he was the only one left.

The accounting executive closed the last file on his table, yawned and stretched his arms. Hearing footsteps along the corridor, he turned around in his chair, craning his neck to see who it was who was still working overtime.

George could not believe it was Grace who appeared around the corner, and then walked right up to him. She was wearing that smart black double-breasted jacket, and the tight black skirt she was wearing earlier that morning. However, her ultra-sheer black pantyhose was gone, showing off her bare legs below that very short skirt. The other thing he noticed was that in the morning her jacket was open completely, showing the tight white blouse she wore underneath; in the afternoon, the last three buttons on the jacket was buttoned to hide her white blouse, but still showing a little of the top of her bosom. He stared at the young woman approaching him, his eyes fixed on the top button of the jacket which had come undone, hoping to catch a tantalizing glimpse of her bra-covered breasts as he would sometimes try to steal a glance if she wasn't watching.

Without saying a word, Grace knelt down in front of him. Due to her high heels, it was a slightly difficult maneuver. George's heart raced like mad, as his colleague used her hands to part his legs, moving her body in between his thighs. She massaged his crotch while looking up at his eyes, and he quickly became rock hard.

"Wh-what do you want Grace?" he croaked, when he finally found his voice.

"Don't you want me ?" she replied, with a shade of pink appearing on her pretty face. George thought he saw her shut her eyes momentarily. Was that a suppression of a shudder of pleasure? George wondered if he had somehow drifted off at work into a dream - potentially a wet dream.

His princess was there in the flesh, in front of him, on her knees! George was hard as a rock, painfully erect under the briefs - the only thing in his way from showing Grace just how aroused he was.

Grace's fingers slowly unbuttoned her jacket, and slid it off her bare shoulders. George's eyes grew big, and his mouth fell open as he realized that the young lady was naked underneath - no blouse and no bra! With his eyes feasting on her perky breasts and nipples, he felt the stabs of excitement in his chest going down straight to his the rock-hard erection, building up the tension in his loins.

Unzipping George, Grace tugged his underwear down. George was shocked by her boldness. Immediately, his penis sprang up like a pole pointing to the ceiling, standing at attention in the naked presence of the lovely Grace.

Grace felt a tingling feeling in her pussy. No it wasn't just tingling now, it was squishy. She could hear Royston's voice in her head. "You don't want to be a slut. But your cunt doesn't much care. Very soon it would want any cock in it. In fact, any object in it would do as long as you can cum isn't it. That's why you've been walking around the office with a toy in your filthy cunt. Soon it would be feeling empty if it does not have a cock in it. Same thing - your slutty mouth. It just wants to taste any cum in it, so that this little bitch can orgasm. And lastly, like your worthless dirty cunt and cheap whore mouth, your slut face wants to feel it too doesn't it. You just love the feeling of hot cum spurting on your face. You want to coat your face with it, decorate your face with whichever man's sperm you can lay your hands on." Grace shut her eyes, and tried to force out those thoughts from her mind, as she stroked George's shaft. Opening her eyes, she looked at George's face again - he looked like he was in absolute bliss.

She looked up at him, and George thought it was a deliciously obscene picture with his massive erection pointing straight at her dolled-up face. The purple-green veins on George's throbbing hard cock juxtaposed against her soft red lips and hot pink tongue, as she licked the length of the shaft. Opening her mouth wide, she took the cockhead into her oral cavity, sending George into heaven as he felt the warmness of Grace's mouth envelope his cock. Her tongue swirled against the underside of his cockhead, and George thought he was going to cum right there.

"You're damn sexy GraceĄ­" George muttered with pleasure, thinking about all the times he masturbated about her. He was fascinated by the image of when she withdrew from his cock by moving her head back, how his long cock appearing from her small mouth. He stared as the hot pink tongue licked his glans and the sensitive tip of his cock. She took it into her mouth again and continued fucking her mouth on his cock, moving her head back and forth. George moaned in pleasure as he saw how his cockmeat filled her small mouth completely when he went deeply in, almost cutting off her air supply. "Oh GraceĄ­. " he groaned.

Grace dislodged the cock from her mouth, and grasped it gently with her hand. "Please cum in my mouth George," she said. George could not believe his ears.

She put his cock back into her mouth, and began to pump her hand up and down his shaft. " Oh fuck", he thought, "she's jerking me off in her mouth. The hottest chick in the office is jerking me off in her mouth. Grace is jacking off my cock into her mouth!"

George could take no more. He felt his cock explode inside her mouth - Grace kept the first cannon shot of cum in her mouth, but still kept up the frenzied pace of sucking and stroking. Grace grimaced as the hot ejaculate rapidly filled her mouth. She fought not to spill any, accidentally swallowing some in the process. The young executive moved her head back, and George's rock hard shaft slid out from her mouth, but she kept pumping it with her small hand. Another gob shot out, and spattered on her snow white cheek. Seeing his cum splat on her innocent little face gave him another couple of surges that forced the last of his cum out, running over her fingers. George sank back on his chair, not believing what just happened.

Grace returned to Royston's office. She knelt down, and then went on all fours, while opening her mouth to display the semen in it. Royston went behind her, lifting up her short skirt. With one hand he pulled aside the panel of her wet panties, and with the other, he extracted a buzzing vibrator, slick with her juices.

"What are the rules for cumming, Grace?" he said sternly.

"I- I can't cum unless I've been given permission Sir." she struggled to say, trying to keep George's runny semen in her mouth. Keeping her chin up while speaking in the doggie position was hard, but she had to do so to prevent the cum from dribbling out of her lips.

"And?"

"And, I can't ask for permission unless I've got man-cum in my mouth," she continued, her eyes downcast in shame.

Royston had been giving Grace the vibrator treatment for many days now. Sometimes he would keep it on low vibration for a prolonged period as she worked in the office, enduring the unwanted stimulation which left her insides all slushy and wet. Other times, he would surprise her by suddenly turning it from nothing to high speed using the remote control, which would cause her to jump out of her seat, stumble and hang onto furniture for support, or fumble and drop whatever she was carrying. Yet other times, he used a mixture of the two, keeping it on low for half an hour to warm her up, then interspersing the rest of the hour with short spurts of high intensity vibrations pounding her pussy and on her aroused clit.

After many hours of continued stimulation, Grace would be on the verge of cumming. Many days, she was tempted to let go, and let herself climax. Her aroused body wanted to cum itself silly, much against what her rational mind wanted - her young aroused genitals yearned for the release, and she found herself subconsciously looking forward to the mind-numbing orgasm that would release her from all the tension of trying not to cum. If there was something Royston allowed her to do, it was that she was allowed to have the vibrator taken out after she has orgasmed.

Grace initially resisted this of course, trying her best to resist the forced stimulations and refusing to ask for permission from Royston to orgasm. One day, after many hours of low arousal and repeated, high-intensity spurts of vibrations, she found herself hovering on the edge of orgasm. When Royston pushed the vibrator speed to the max, she did cum, hard. Only thing it was without permission, and for that, she was punished. If there was something that got him angry, it was when she came without asking permission. After a few days, Grace learned her lesson - when she finds herself at a point where she can't stand it anymore, she would bit her lip and ask him for permission to cum. She couldn't care how humiliating that was anymore, for it was pure agony to retain her composure in her office with the vibrator screaming in her pussy.

Grace on the first few occasions, asked for permission over the phone. Then Royston varied the procedure, and she had to ask for permission in person at his office, much to her dismay and great humiliation that he could observe her orgasm. Grace thought her humiliation was complete, when in the aroused state that her body was in, she could not help fingering herself to orgasm in front of Royston.

Then, Royston imposed a new rule - that she could only ask for permission to orgasm when she had semen in her mouth. He told her that a good slut must learn to please men, before she would earn the right to enjoy an orgasm. Being able to orgasm was not hers to control anymore, but a privilege granted to her. And a good yardstick of whether she had pleased a man was when the slut had cum in her mouth or in her tummy or all over her face. The day before yesterday, when Grace came to his office to give him a blowjob, so that she could have his cum in her mouth to earn the right to ask for permission to climax, Royston obliged her. It humiliated her greatly, but she wanted to cum - she had to cum, so that she wouldn't need to endure the vibrator for the rest of the working day.

And yesterday when she asked for permission again, Royston did not simply oblige her with her request to suck his cock. He made her call her boyfriend, and had her suck him while her boyfriend was on the phone line, before cumming all over her face. Just when she thought it could not get any worse, the humiliation escalated today. Grace begged for Royston to let her suck his cock today, and he refused! To beg for someone to give you his cum in your mouth and be rejected was utterly degrading, and it made Grace feel like a low-class whore. Royston told her that she had to hunt around for a new supply of semen to go into her mouth, so that she could cum. That's where George came into the picture.

"Well, you certainly do look like you have man-cum in your mouth right now Grace. Out of curiosity, whose is it?"

"It's George's, Sir," replied Grace, tilting her chin forward as she spoke to avoid spilling the precious cum from her mouth.

Royston smiled broadly with a couple of nods.

"I seeĄ very well Grace. Alright, let me examine your cunt then. Let's see if it deserves to cum. hmmĄ­. wait a minute, it seems like you have already cummed without asking for permission ! "

Grace felt tears brimming in her eyes. Her panties were completely soaked, and after a whole week of examining her, Royston was able to tell. She had climaxed when she felt the first taste of George's warm cum splashing the insides of her mouth. She was not being able to stop herself from going over the edge as her mind anticipated the orgasm that she would be granted permission to have by Royston. She had already orgasmed when she felt her slut mouth being filled with man-cum, semen which she had asked for, semen which she seduced a man for.

"Yes - Yes I did, sirĄ I'm sorry!" she cried, admitting that she had climaxed without permission. Her tears ran down her face, and some of George's white seed spilled out from the corner of her lips.

If George had paid attention earlier, he would have noticed that just after he had came in Grace's mouth and she was pumping his spasming cock with her hand, Grace's lower body was quivering from strong vaginal contractions.

When Grace tasted the hot cum shooting in her mouth, her hole clamped tightly shut and opened multiple times in involuntary response, squeezing the pulsating vibrator that was buried deep in it. Unable to restrain her body's primitive urges, the anticipation of the blissful release of an orgasm itself was sufficient to propel her past the point of no return. "There there now, its ok," Royston said, stroking her head. Royston wiped the tears off Grace's face, contemplating Grace's punishment for cumming without permission.

Grace was sitting on the floor, her legs sprawled open, her head against Royston's thigh, her chest heaving from the sobs that escaped her, her mouth trying to keep George's sperm load in. She wondered about her new life, her life as a slut, and what would become of her now. After all she had sucked on the cock of a male colleague in the office, and begged him to cum in her mouth, only to earn the right to ask permission to cum from another male colleague. She was a complete office slut now, wasn't she. How much lower could she sink?

Royston said, "Well then, you may swallow the cum then. Clean up all the drops you spilled."

Grace swallowed the remnants of George's cum load down, and used her fingers to scoop up the drops that had dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. Grace felt the pang of humiliation as she licked the cum off her fingers, but amazingly, the pang felt duller than before. It was almost as if she was used to feeling degraded and treated like trash, like a slut*.

"Good, open your mouth and show me," Royston said.

Grace obeyed, and opened her mouth wide - showing him that she had swallowed all of George's semen down, like the sperm-hungry slut that she was.

"How many beads do you have on your anklet now, my dear grace slut?"

Grace had a sensation like she was falling into a bottomless pit. Her fears and frustration started to well-up again inside of her, as she fought to stay in control.

"Six Sir," she replied, her lips trembling. Six beads meant that she had been used by six men so far.

"Since you've already given George a handjob before, I won't give you another bead really or we'll be double-counting, won't we?" said Royston.

"Yes Sir, " Grace replied.

"So did George or anyone ask you the significance of the beads?" said Royston.

"No Sir," she replied, her heart pounding.

"Well, if anyone does, you know what to say?" Royston asked, his eyes stern.

"Please SirĄ­" she pleaded. Surely he can't expect her Ą­

"You are to tell the truth. Say that each bead is to teach you a lesson. Each bead represents a man whom you sucked, masturbated or was fucked by," said Royston.

Grace was dumbfounded.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Y.yes."

"You will be checked on."

He looked at her.

"Do you understand?"

"Y.yes," she replied.

"If you fail to follow instructions, you will find yourself having a chance to earn two beads simultaneously," said Royston.

Tears came into her eyes - she could not dare to imagine the depravity Royston and Nakamori would have in store for her next. She remembered Nakamori's words in the photo studio more than two weeks back - "In the next six months, your body will be mine to offer to anyone to use, at my pleasure. Your body will be used in any manner that they choose for one thousand per night. If for some reason after six months you are unable to pay me back the hundred grand you owe, you will be auctioned off to the highest bidder."

"Well say it now," said Royston, "what do the six beads on your anklet mean?"

"Each. bead is to teach me a lesson," Grace said slowly, as if the act of saying it caused her physical pain. "Each bead. represents. a man thatĄ­." She choked on a sob.

".that I have sucked or masturbatedĄ­" Grace paused to breathe in.

".or that I have. fucked," she said, saying out the last word with difficulty.

"Sluts don't fuck anyone." Royston corrected her, shaking his head, "Sluts get fucked. Remember now, you're Nakamori's slut. He owns you. He decides who fucks you."

Grace clenched her eyes shut in shame. Grace wondered, with the taste of George's cum still in her mouth, the beads on her anklet, and Nakamori's words, if all of that had summarized her new position in life - a prostitute and a slut, to be used by men. She asked herself - which was lower, a slut or a whore? Perhaps being a prostitute would be simpler for her mind to accept than being Nakamori's slut. She would be selling her body to pay back her debt. If she didn't, they would sell her off to become a slave somewhere. Would she be able to live her new life as a prostitute? Grace felt the sobs welling up again as she contemplated her bleak future.

"Tell me again, slut, why six beads?"

"Each bead represents a man that I . sucked or masturbated." she forced herself to say again, looking at Royston, ".or that I got fucked byĄ­" Grace finished the derogatory self-confession, and realized with a hot flush behind her ears that she had somehow said it more perversely than how Royston said it.

"That's better," Royston said, a grin spreading on his face. "If I don't see you working hard to please our client tonight, I know that is one confession that Mr Sorag and his business associates would definitely like to hear."

"Yes Sir," Grace replied anxiously.

While Royston had much more ideas for training Grace and breaking her in, he took real delight knowing that she would be extra humiliated to find out that one of her key uses to him was to help win business deals - using her body. It was Nakamori's payment in kind to him for helping to train Grace.

He smiled to himself as he played with Grace's hair, gazing down at the pretty young executive seated meekly at his feet. His cock stirred in his pants. It may not be tonight, but it would only be a matter of time, he thought to himself. How many times over the next few months will Grace be fucked by Mr Sorag and all his other clients?

THE END