Monica's Affair Ch. 02

She lied there silently on her side as she felt Jake climb in bed next to her. He forcefully pulled her against him, spooning her and cupping one hand on her breast, the other around her stomach, with his hard cock pressed up against her ass. He said nothing. He knew she was broken, she was his, and he owned her body now. She would not resist anymore, because she wanted his big cock so bad.

She felt a strange comfort with him holding her. No man had held her like that besides her husband. It felt odd, but strangely comfortable, and she didn't understand why. Her mind was full of thoughts, mostly about being pregnant and a cheating whore on her husband, but soon she drifted off to sleep from the exhaustion of being fucked so hard by Jake.

When she awoke many hours later, the sunlight was filtering in through the window. She realized she was alone in bed. She sat up, looked around and saw Jake standing, doing up his tie on his suit. He heard her stir and turned, looking at her.

"Aw, good morning my slut, you are awake, sleep well?" he asked.

"Um, yah I guess so," she muttered softly, nodding her head. She got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to shower, still feeling very humiliated from last night.

"Uh, excuse me, where do you think you are going?" he asked annoyed. She paused, looked at him puzzled, and pointed to the bathroom.

"I'm, um, going to shower, um, Daddy," is that ok? She hated using the Daddy word as it made her feel submissive to him.

"Not until you have performed your daily morning chore," he said and glanced down at his crotch. She stood frozen and gasped, knowing exactly what he was implying. She did not want to be demeaned as soon as she woke up.

She knew what defiance meant, and felt a twinge in her pussy as she slowly walked over to him. She hesitated for just a moment, and a tear formed in her eye as she lowered herself in submission, in humiliation to her knees.

"Yes Daddy," she answered very obediently. She felt like a whore as she reached up and undid his fly on his dress pants and reached in and pulled out his cock. Even flaccid it was longer than her husband's, and she felt so bad as she took it in her hand and starting stroking it slowly. It grew rapidly and in seconds was fully erect, pointing at her.

She knew she had to look up at him but really did not want to. She forced her eyes upwards, as she opened her beautiful mouth and took the head of his massive cock in, slowly working her tongue across the underside of his cock.

"Mmmmmmm, that's a good slut," he complimented her. "Show Daddy how much you love his cum."

With that he grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head tightly in place, and pushed his huge cock into her mouth. Immediately she gagged and coughed, and was not ready for that much of it so quickly. He forcefully fucked her mouth as she struggled to breathe and tried to shake her head in defiance, which just made him grip tighter on her hair. In and out he rammed his huge cock into her young mouth, and she wheezed and choked and struggled to breathe. She felt so demeaned, humiliated, and tears streamed down her face. It was then that she realized how soaking wet her pussy was.

"Oh God, not again," she thought to herself. "Why is this happening? I hate this, I hate him now, I don't want this, but why am I so wet?" she shuddered once and he knew she was turned on, which only made him fuck her mouth with faster thrusts.

For several minutes she gave him this blowjob, and was not looking forward to swallowing more of his cum. It was so nasty and thick and gross, her stomach turned at just the thought. And there was so much of it, much more than she thought possible.

She braced, heard him moaning, struggled to breathe as the head of his 9 inch cock was banging against her throat, gagged, cried, and then gasped as his huge cock finally erupted deep in her mouth. She felt wave after wave of his nasty cum shooting down her throat, over and over, and over. She had no choice but to swallow it, and tears streamed down her face as she did. She knew that every time she did this she was letting him dominate her, control her, and was submitting to him. And she hated herself for it.

After what seemed like forever, his cock finally stopped erupting in her mouth and she swallowed her last mouthful of cum, and cleaned up his cock with her tongue instinctively, as she knew he would tell her to if she didn't.

"Good slut, you are learning, well done. That was a great blowjob. What do you say to Daddy?"

She looked up at him, his hand still in her hair.

"Um, thank you Daddy, for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum," she answered, feeing like a huge slut.

"Good, now tell me how wet your pussy is slut?" he asked. She dreaded that he was going to ask, and everything in her wanted to lie, and not admit what a cheating turned on whore she was. But she knew he would check if she lied and she did not want to be spanked again.

"It's um, very, very wet Daddy," she answered. "Soaked Daddy," she went on.

"Good, as it should be," he answered. "You want Daddy's cock to fuck you hard again don't you slut?"

She nodded, and knew that they both knew the truth. "Yes Daddy, I do," she said feeling so humiliated.

He yanked her to her feet by her hair abruptly and forcefully and she cried out as she struggled to her feet.

"Well you'll have to wait for it slut, but you'll get a good fucking later for sure. For now, go and shower, we have a meeting in 30 minutes," and he turned her towards the bathroom and slapped her smooth round ass twice, very hard.

"Owww!" she cried out, and said nothing as she headed towards the bathroom.

Moments later she was in the shower with the hot water running over her body. She felt some solace in the fact that she knew this shower she would be doing alone, and had some time to herself. She had so much to think about, to consider. She put her hand down onto her flat, smooth stomach and held it there for a few seconds.

"Oh God, I hope I'm not pregnant," she said to herself, but was very worried that she was. During some alone time yesterday, she had spoken with her husband briefly on the phone. She didn't know what to tell him, part of her wanted to confess the whole thing, but she knew that would mean the end of her marriage. She cried as she washed herself. She had no idea how she could explain to Rick that she had had sex with Jake. Bare sex. Great sex. Unbelievably great sex. And that he had cum inside her unprotected. And that she had sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, twice. She had given Jake more blowjobs in the last 24 hours then she had given her husband in the last 6 months. And she hadn't swallowed Rick's cum since they got married. She hated it. But the memory of swallowing Jake's cum made her pussy throb slightly. She loved her husband, immensely, unconditionally, and now she had betrayed him in the worst possible way, by cheating with another man. And the worst thing of all, was she liked it. And she wanted more. She hated herself for how wet and turned on for Jake she was. He was treating her like a piece of meat, like his property. She hated calling him Daddy as well. But she knew, on some level, deep down inside her, all of this treatment contributed to the mind blowing orgasms he gave her from his hard fucking.

"Oh God," she thought. "This is only the 2nd day together, and already we have crossed so many lines," she thought. She knew sooner or later today, he was going to fuck her again. Hard, deep, and bare. And she knew she would beg for it if he told her to. She would beg like a whore for that 9" cock to be deep inside her again. "Oh God!" she said as she realized that, and touched her clit. She shuddered at the thoughts going through her head.

She quickly moved her hand and resumed showering. She couldn't give in. It would be hard enough doing whatever sick fantasies Jake had in mind later, she couldn't allow herself to be thinking of him during her alone time. She must focus on her husband she thought. She had only made small talk with him on the phone, not alluding at all to her sleeping situation or the fact that she had betrayed him and let Jake fuck her bare with no condom and possibly has made her pregnant. In her head she counted the days since her last period, and realized her fears were correct, she was ovulating likely right now. It was the worst time of the month to be having unprotected sex, and she was disgusted with herself for allowing Jake to cum inside her pussy. She shuddered suddenly and unexpectedly as she had that thought. Part of her desperately wanted him to cum inside her. Her orgasm she had while his cock was erupting inside her pussy was so incredibly intense, it was like a high. She wanted more. She needed more. She felt shame that Rick didn't make her orgasm like that, not even close. She had no idea a woman could even have orgasms that intense, that raw, that deep.

Again, she wrestled with her thoughts and tried to keep them off of Jake's huge orgasm inducing cock. She had to talk to Rick today, and she knew she had to confess, at some point. She felt sick to her stomach with the thought, but she loved him. And she knew, that the rest of this week she was going to be Jake's whore. She would do what he asked, and she would very likely like it. Her pussy was going to get a good workout, that was for sure. It excited her more than she was willing to admit to herself.

She finished her shower and stepped out and dried off. Leaving the bathroom, she saw her new lover waiting.

"Good you're done, you took way too long. Now get dressed, we have to go," he instructed, looking annoyed. He pointed to the bed and had already laid out her clothes, a mini skirt and a tight blouse.

"Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy," was all she replied, not wanting to start this day off bad with more pain those dreadful spankings. She quickly put on the clothes, feeling so naked without panties or a bra. Her nipples poked prominently through her blouse, and she desperately hoped no one would notice. They grabbed their things to leave and he stopped her at the door, pushing her against the wall.

"Remember, my slut," he instructed. "Your pussy is to stay wet for me today. This will tell me how badly you want my big bare cock later." And he put his fingers up her skirt and onto her clit. She was wet, but not soaked.

She nodded. "Yes Daddy," was all she could say. She knew she had a big presentation to do later in the morning, and she hoped he would give her a break then, as she had to focus and concentrate.

A couple of morning meetings went by quickly, and she was thankful her pussy was still wet. She feared what he would do if it wasn't. Her big presentation as minutes away and she felt so nervous. A colleague came up to her to give her a pep talk. Jake came up at the end and said,

"Oh Don't worry Melissa, Monica will do great. She's shown me she has great ability to take on new challenges like a champ. She's going to excel," he said, and Monica blushed, knowing exactly what he was referring to.

"Of course she will," her colleague replied. And she leaned in to whisper in Monica's ear. "You should put on a bra though, everyone can see your nipples." Then she walked away. Monica gasped and blushed deeply. She grabbed Jake's arm.

"Jake, please, Melissa just told me everyone can see my nipples. I'm totally embarrassed and humiliated. I can't go on stage like this with the whole room watching me. Please, can I go quickly and buy a bra? Just this one time and I'll take it off right after, I promise," she pleaded. She felt very ridiculous asking her boss for permission to buy a bra.

Jake took her hand and put it gently behind her back, holding it there, firmly. Not enough to cause her significant pain but enough to remind her who was in charge of her body. He pulled her aside to an empty alcove off the main hallway. He stood behind her, still holding her arm behind her back, bent at the elbow, and with his other hand he reached around and started tweaking her hard nipples through her thin blouse.

"Is your pussy wet for Daddy?" he asked. She shuddered as he stimulated her nipples, worried they would get even harder for her presentation.

"Yes Daddy, it's wet," she answered, thankful that it actually was.

"Good. Are you Daddy's whore?" he asked. She did not want to answer that question with yes, but she feared the punishment if she didn't.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm your whore," she answered quietly.

"Good, and do whores wear bras?" he asked. She was shaking now as he went back and forth between her nipples, slowly rubbing and pinching them in turn. They got much harder and more prominent then they had been. He pulled her arm up slightly and made her wince.

"No, Daddy, they don't," she said, broken. She already knew the answer to her question.

"That's right, they don't. You are a whore, Daddy's whore, my whore, and your body reflects that by showing off your hard, ripe nipples. Everyone will see them, and they will think you are a whore, with no class, for not wearing a bra. Then, later, Daddy will fuck you hard, and show you what a whore you really are. Understand, slut?"

She nodded, shuddering, afraid to stop him.

"Yes Daddy, I understand," she said with shame in her voice.

"Good, now get out there and do your work!" he said, and slapper her hard on the ass.

"Uhh!" she cried out, and nodded, fought back tears, and as he let her go grabbed her things. Her pussy was very wet right now and she was horny and wanted to get fucked so bad. She shook her head and tried to focus on the task ahead as she walked towards the conference room.

Minutes later she was introduced to a round of applause, and got up from her chair and walked to the podium. She fumbled with her notes for a few moments, looked and felt very nervous, and had butterflies in her stomach.

"Um, thank you very much," she told the crowd. Fortunately she had prepared well and as she started reading her notes her speech came back to her that she had read many times and had memorized. The more she talked, the more comfortable she became, and in minutes she was very engaged with the crowd, going through her presentation like a true professional. She was able to put out of her mind her hard ripe nipples, and stayed focused on her task.

Thirty minutes passed, and she was wrapping up, and felt great. She had the audience engaged, and purposely did not look at Jake the entire time, and her sexual dilemma was temporarily out of her head. The audience loved her presentation and clapped emphatically when she was done. She proceeded humbly back to her seat as the next speaker took the stage.

Unfortunately she was seated next to her boss, and as soon as she sat down he leaned in to her ear.

"Well done. Is your pussy wet right now?" he whispered. She felt betrayed, humiliated and like a piece of meat. She had just delivered a great presentation, one that he had part in creating with her, and all he cared about was her pussy. She knew it wasn't wet right now, as her focus had not been on him. How she was going to answer this was concerning her.

"Um, no, not currently. But I'll get it wet shortly, ok?" she answered, also whispering, but sounding quite annoyed with her tone.

He said nothing, and instead got up, excused himself and told her to come with him. She reluctantly, and fearfully followed. Outside, he didn't look back at her he just walked quickly towards an open meeting room that he knew was empty and free for the next little while. He walked in and waited for her to enter behind him. When she did he shut the door and locked it, and grabbed her arm and forcefully walked with her over to the far corner of the room. There was a table in front of them.

"What did I tell you about your pussy, before we left the room?" he asked her.

"You said I had to keep it wet for you all day," she replied. "But please, Jake, please, I had my presentation to do, surely you can understand that." As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it.

He looked down at her, and pointed to the table.

"Bend over, and raise your skirt," he instructed.

"Please, Jake, no, not this, not now. Please, not during the meeting. Please," she begged. She did not want this now, and felt so humiliated.

"We are missing the meeting, and it's your fault for your disobedience. Now do what I tell you. We need to get back, they are going to wonder where we are," he told her with great annoyance in his tone.

She looked up at her boss, and his eyes were cold, stern. She slowly nodded, and bent forward and lifted her skirt to her waist, and grabbed the far edges of the table.

"Please, please, don't do this," she pleaded, and braced for the inevitable spankings she knew were coming.

"You defied Daddy's orders and because of that you are a bad girl. A very bad girl. Admit it," he ordered.

She hesitated, hated this power game, and cried out as he yanked her hair.

"OWw , ok, ok. Stop. I was a bad girl," she said softly.

"Why were you a bad girl?" he asked.

"Because I didn't keep my pussy wet for you like you told me to," she said sarcastically.

"That's right, and why does your pussy need to be wet for Daddy at all times?" he asked.

"So that Daddy can fuck me hard and deep whenever he wants to," she said, tears forming in her eyes again.

"Yes, and what do you deserve since you were such a bad girl?" he asked.

She paused, knew the answer, and everything in her told her to defy him, to try to maintain her dignity, but she knew she couldn't. Slowly, she replied,

"Um, I need to be punished."

"That's right, you need to be punished. Spanked in this case. Ask Daddy to spank you because you've been a bad girl," he instructed.

Again, he paused, hesitating. Being spanked was one thing, but she did not want to ask for it. She felt so humiliated. But again, she felt she had no choice.

"Please, Please, um, Daddy, uh, spank me for being a bad girl," she said, tears running down her face in shame.

"Say it again," he instructed very sternly. She hesitated, hated this, but knew she had to comply.

"Daddy, please spank me for being a bad girl."

A second later she whimpered and cried out,

"Owww!" as his strong hand smacked her naked ass. He put his hand on her back and pushed her down further, so her breasts were touching the table.

"Whack! Whack!" went his hand onto her bare ass. The sound echoed throughout the room. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she cried out with each smack.

"Tell me why again you are being spanked slut," he instructed. She bit her lip and did not want to answer, but knew that further defiance would make things worse.

"Be-because I didn't, Oww!, keep my pussy wet for you," she answered with a quivering voice as he smacked her firm ass again.

"That's right!" he said as he spanked her again.

"Oww! Oww! Owww!" she cried out three times and shook as he smacked her ass hard. "Please stop, please stop! It hurts so bad!"

"When Daddy tells you to keep your pussy wet in the future, what are you going to do?" he asked as he spanked her again.

"Ewwww,UHhhh," she shook and cried out as his hand smacked her cheek. Crying hard now, she answered, "I will keep my pussy wet," she barely managed to say.

"Again! Louder!" he commanded and smacked her ass hard.

"OWww! Owww! Stop! STOP!! Ok, Ok,, I will keep my pussy wet when you tell me to!" she said louder as tears streamed down her face. Her young firm ass was on fire and red with his handprints.

"Why will you keep your pussy wet when I tell you to?" he asked.

"So that Daddy can fuck me hard whenever he feels like it," she confessed, feeling like a whore.

"Good. And is your pussy wet right now?" he asked, and spanked her twice more.