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.

"I work out a lot," he said.

He certainly looked it. He wore a denim jacket with the sleeves torn off to show his brawny arms. The tight jeans hugged his hard little ass and around in front was a promise of something big.

"You'll do it," Zelda said.

"Do what?"

"I mean I like your looks."

He nodded. "Okay, that's cool. What's your name?"

"Zelda, huh? It's not Zelda Reed, is it?"

She was immediately more wary. "That's right. How did you know that?"

He shrugged. "My sister used to work for a woman named Zelda Reed. An employment agency or something."

"What's her name?"

"Josie."

"Yes, I think I remember."

"It was about a year ago."

"So it was."

"Anyway, what's the difference?" he said. "Whenever you'd like to split, let's go."

Her first inclination was to forget it. Her policy was not to ball anyone she knew or anyone connected with the agency. But his sister didn't work for her anymore. Zelda remembered the girl as being attractive and smart, but too hard-nosed and unwilling to take orders. Besides, Malcolm was too nice to give up. All those muscles. She was already turned on by him. She wanted him.

She teased him for awhile. She was in no rush and she knew he'd hang on. She turned him on by talking about sex. First she talked about how dangerous it could be sometimes for a woman to pick up strangers and then she talked about how exciting it could be.

"You never know what to expect," she said. "It's hard to predict what people might like. You for instance. What do you like."

"Like?"

"What do you like to do with a woman."

"I like to fuck."

Zelda chuckled. "Yes, I suppose you do. But what else? Do you like sucking a woman?"

"Boy, you sure ask the questions, don't you?"

"I like to know what I'm getting into."

"Sure, I like to suck. I always suck it before I fuck it. Come on, let's make it."

She nodded and lifted her purse. He didn't seem too bright, but she didn't need his brain. What she wanted was his tongue and cock and his hard little ass.

She drove him to a motel, checked in and received the key to a room. Then outside she gave Malcolm ten dollars and told him to find a bottle of Scotch. He was back in a few minutes, and at last she had the room and the booze and this healthy young stud ready to fuck her.

"How often do you do this?" she said, pouring Scotch into a glass and handing it to him.

He looked at her. "Do what?"

"Make it with a woman like me you pick up in a bar."

He smiled at her. "Every chance I get."

"Maybe you like blondes."

"I like tits and ass."

"Is that what I have?"

"That's right."

She moved close to him and put her hand on the bulge in his crotch. "I've been looking at this all evening. Mmmmmm, it feels big."

"It is big."

"How big?"

"Eight inches."

"Oh my, how nice. Let's have a look."

She unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. He had a handsome prick, the foreskin cut away completely, the knob pink and juicy looking. She fingered the soft skin behind his cock-head, pulling it back to look at the veins. His cock wasn't completely hard yet, but it dangled long and thick and she could tell he hadn't been exaggerating about it. He certainly had a big cock. Then he pushed her fingers any and closed his own hand around his cock-shaft.

"Come on, show me something," he said. "Let me see your tits."

She stepped back and started stripping. She kept her eyes on his prick. She watched his fist as he stroked himself. When her tits were free, she held them in her hands and pointed her nipples at him. "Nice?"

"You're good shape."

"Squeeze some juice out of the tip of your prick. I like to see that."

"Makes you hot, huh?"

"That's right. I hope you know how to fuck. I need a good fucking tonight."

"You'll get it."

"But before you fuck you eat, right?"

"Show me some cunt."

She peeled her panties off. Now she wore nothing but the garterbelt and nylons. She loved the heat in his eyes. She sat down in one of the chairs, pulled her knees up and opened her legs wide.

"Here's dinner," she said.

He went down on her without any preliminaries. He came to the chair, went down on his knees and zoomed in to get his mouth on her cunt. She liked a bit more subtlety, but she told herself maybe he would make up for it in other ways. She couldn't really order him around. It wasn't like he worked for her. She wished he did work for her. Then she would tell him to sniff and lick before he sucked. She would make him do it right. With this one she had to worry about getting him mad. She still wanted to get fucked. She wanted that big cock he had.

But he did have a nice tongue. A big fat tongue like his big fat cock. He lapped up and down. No matter she had just had her pussy eaten less than an hour ago. Her cunt was running again, the juice oozing out as though a damn had opened. All that juice streaming over his mouth. She couldn't help teasing him a little.

"You're getting your face wet," she said.

"You're like a faucet."

"Yes. I know." She pushed at the top of her cunt with her fingers and managed to get her clit rubbing against his nose. "Mmmmmm, keep sucking," she said. "Get your tongue all the way inside."

He did that, his big tongue wriggling inside her cunt-hole, and after a few moments of it, she came. She rubbed her clit vigorously with her fingers as she blew her cunt on his face.

After that she told him to get the rest of his clothes off. She sat in the chair with her fingers in her cunt and watched him strip. She hadn't been wrong about him. He had a gorgeous body: big shoulders, lots of muscle, a small hard ass and all that equipment in front.

She called him over and made him stand in front of her while she handled his cock and balls. She grabbed his balls at the top and twisted the bag around. Holding his balls like that with one hand, she fingered the knob of his prick with the other hand.

"I'll get you hard," she said.

She used her fingers. She knew how to jack a cock. She took him along until she had the full eight inches standing out like a baseball bat. What a gorgeous cock he had. She was careful with her fingers now. She had no desire to bring him off.

"On the bed," she said. "Get on your back and I'll ride you."

He moved immediately to the bed and stretched out on his back with his big cock flopping around on his belly. She climbed over him, straddled his body and then cased down to get his cock in her cunt. She had him in a moment. She loved taking a big cock like this, sitting down on it and feeling inch after inch slide into her. He was thick, too. When her ass finally came down on his balls, she could really feel his meat in there.

"Nice cock," she said. "You've got it where it counts."

She started fucking him. On her hands and knees, she began rocking back and forth along the length of his cock. He played with her tits, pulling at them and pinching her nipples. She prayed he would stay as hard as he was. She liked a cock to be hard when she rode it like this.

She swiveled her ass around, working his cock in her cunt-channel. What a hot prick, she thought. What a big fucking cock she had in her pussy! Each time she snapped her hips, the underside of his cock rasped against her clit. She worked herself on him, gradually increasing the pace, pumping her cunt at his cock as she fucked him. She kept looking at his face. She could tell he would come soon. All that hot jism shooting off in her cunt-hole.

"Come on, make it," she said, her voice strained. "Blow it in my cunt! Let me have it, you bastard, let me have it!"

They went off together. She came as he started squirting inside her pussy. She fucked her cunt at him in a frenzy, pumping his cock with her cunt-channel as he shot off.

After that she let him rest awhile. She went to the bathroom to pee. She quivered as she felt his jism dripping out of her cunt. She thought about the married women who had this all the time, a hard cock and then a cunt full of spunk. Sometimes it was nice. But it was nothing she wanted that much. The action she really liked she got at the office.

When she returned to Malcolm, he asked her to suck his cock.

"Get it hard and I'll fuck you again," he said.

"Maybe you've had enough."

"The hell with that, suck my cock."

"Lick my pussy again and then I'll do it."

So she had his mouth again. She hadn't planned on it, but if he was willing, why not? This time she squatted over him. She made him move down on the bed so he could get his face under her crotch and then she eased her cunt down on his mouth.

Gobble it, she thought. She did love when they ate her pussy. She groaned as his nose slammed against her clit. She rode his face, smearing her cunt over his mouth. It wasn't long before she was juiced up again. She could feel the wetness. Her wet cunt rubbing over his open mouth.

Finally she decided she'd had enough. It wasn't that good. She was getting bored with him. She climbed off his face and went to get her clothes.

"It's getting late," she said. "I've had a nice time, but I've really got to go."

He growled at her. "The hell you do."

She turned and looked at him. She was amused by his wet face. He had her juices all over his mouth and chin. "I've got to get home."

"You said you'd suck my cock."

She snickered at him. "All right, I'll unload you again."

She went to the bed, climbed between his knees and took hold of his cock. But instead of sucking it, she started jerking him off.

"Hey, suck it!" he said.

She continued pumping his prick with her right hand. Sliding her left hand under his balls, she found his asshole and worked a finger inside his shitter. He groaned as she reamed his shithole.

"Oh fuck, suck my cock!" he said.

"I don't want to," she said. "Come on, shoot it, I haven't got all night."

He shot his load. She was amazed at all the spunk he had. He'd already had his gun go off once, but he still had enough jism in his balls to make a nice load.

"Oh, you fucking bitch!" he said.

She laughed at him. She wiped her fingers on his belly and left the bed. "Don't complain," she said. "Tomorrow you'll remember what a nice time you had."

"My sister said you were a rotten bitch."

Zelda was suddenly angry. "I don't care about your shitty little sister. Go home and maybe you can get her to suck you off."

He was on her in an instant. He seemed to be flying at her and then spinning her around and then something hit her jaw and all the lights went out.