I spent quite a bit more time on this portion of the story instead of just trying to pump it out like I did some of the earlier chapters, and I hope that it paid off.

I tried to put more detail in and to capture more of the emotion and visual effects. Let me know what you think.


I woke up Monday morning early with Amanda by my side, and the foggy memories of yesterday wafting through my brain. I still couldn't believe how lucky I had been to meet and become a part of such an amazing family, and I couldn't wait for the adventure to continue. I reached over and ran my fingers through Amanda's hair. She was already awake and purred into my ear.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” she returned.

“You ready for today?” I asked her.

“I guess I have to be,” she said, and gave me a nervous smile.

I looked at the clock and it was just after five. I picked up my cell and called off, not just for the day but for the entire week, telling them I had to leave the state to see my mother. I knew my the senior partner at my firm would make sure I was covered. He was always telling me I should take some time off anyway, and I couldn't make the most out of this week if I had to work.

Amanda went into the bathroom to start getting ready, and I got up to make the coffee. Paige came out a few minutes later, and I couldn't help but to notice that she hadn't bothered to dress either. As she pressed up against me I was further reminded that I was naked too. I leaned down and kissed her good morning and she reached up and grabbed my stiffening cock. It was difficult to make coffee with such a beautiful young lady pleasuring me, but I managed, and as soon as I finished my task, I backed up, leaned against the island in the center of the kitchen, and gave her full access to my manhood. She took the hint, bent, and took me into her mouth. She was only twelve, but she was already becoming proficient at it. She sucked eagerly, but tenderly using her tongue to make love to the head of my dick, at the top, and also to add to my pleasure on the way down.

I let her work on me for a couple of minutes without interfering with her, after a few minutes she grabbed my hands and put them onto the back of her head. I took the hint. She was obviously in the mood for something a little more intense, and I was ready and willing to give it to her. I grabbed her hair and pulled her down onto me. I pulled her hair hard and forced my way past her throat. I could feel her gag a little, but she didn't pull back. I kept her there for almost a minute and then released her, waited for her to catch her breath, and did it again. Then I fucked her face for all it was worth. Just when I was getting to the point to where I knew I was going to lose it I stopped, scooped her up, and took her into the living room. She was breathing heavily, and cooing in my ear. She was very turned on, and so was I.

I Slammed her down onto the couch, and smacked her face. It surprised her, but I could see the fire in her eyes intensify. I smacked her face again, and wrapped my fingers around her throat squeezing slightly, with my other hand I spread her legs, and inserted myself into her.

“Oh... fuck,” she said. “God damn it. Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me hard Ray. Shit!”

I did too. I slammed into her as far as I could which was only about three quarters before I bottomed out, pulled back and slammed her again. I brought my other hand up to her neck and throttled her, fucking her hard and deep, quickening the pace as I went.

“Aaaaaaaaggghhhhh, fuck Ray. That feeeeeelss soooo damn good. Shit Ray fuck my pussy pleeeeeaase.”

I couldn't help but to come, and even though I knew she was on the pill, hoped she wouldn't end up pregnant. If she did she did, but I hoped she wouldn't. I hoped Caitlyn wouldn't either, but that didn't stop me from fucking her without a condom, I wanted to feel her skin to skin. I reached up and grabbed her gorgeous blonde hair, pulling it while I unloaded several ropes into her. As soon as I was done she reached down scooped up what mess she could and greedily ate it. Then she cleaned me up. I loved that these girls were so willing to do that.

Amanda came out soon after, looking stunning in her outfit. She pushed the limits as far as she could go, her boss was quite a stickler when it came to dress code, but all in all I was pleased with the way she looked. Her blouse was cut low and accentuated her ample cleavage in a very sexy way. Her bra was also cut as far back as it could be and still lend support. Her skirt was also cut to the minimum that her work would allow, (half way between knee and thigh), and she figure out a loophole that the bosses hadn't thought of. The skirt had zippers on each side allowing her to adjust how much leg she could expose. The zippers ran all the way from the hip down to the end of the skirt. She had them all the way up when she came out. Her thighs each took turns swishing into view as she walked into the kitchen. The thing that topped off the outfit most of all was her collar though, which wasn't covered in the firms dress code. Normally she wore her hair up at work. Rolled up in a tight bun. This morning she wore her hair down. She was good at towing the line. Her hair was tame enough for work, but wild enough for the club. It would work either way. Overall though she looked like she was ready to hop up on a desk and get the shit fucked out of her. It was perfect. There wouldn't be a single guy at “Douglas Advertising,” that wouldn't think about it.

Amanda walked up and kissed me on the mouth. Sticking her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back for a few minutes. Finally she pulled away.

Paige left the kitchen and went to her room.

“I feel like such a slut!” She exclaimed.

“Wow. You look so damn hot.”

She spun around, to give me a full view. She did look awesome.

“Check this out,” she said with a huge smile, and she showed me the tag attached to her collar. I hadn't noticed it before. It was oval and somewhat large sitting on her chest. It was attached to the collar with a swivel clasp, and was removable. She spun it around and it said: “FUCK SLUT.” It was written in permanent marker in Amanda's neat hand.

I had to stop myself from just taking her right there. I would have, but I didn't want to fuck up her makeup or hair. I knew once I started on her that I would lose control.

“What do you think?” She asked me.

“I think that dog tag is perfect,”

“How about this one.” She reached out her hand and gave me a second tag. This one just had the swivel with the clip on the end.

The tag said simply: “FUCK ME.”

“I love them both,” I said. “I think that you should use each one based on whatever situations arise.”

“Okay. I guess I should get going,” she said. I could tell that she was nervous.

“I bet right now your wishing it was me that lost.”

She laughed at that. “Are you kidding me. I threw it to you. I've never had so much fun in my life!”

She turned and started for the living room, and the front door.

“Wait! I almost forgot,” I said.

She came back to me. I reached into the bag that was sitting on the counter and pulled out one of the blue-tooths. I reached into the other back and pulled out four packages of condums, and handed those to her.

“The blue-tooth has a camera attachment. I can get the action on skype.”

“Mmmm,” she said. “Okay. I'll call you when I get to work. We should be able to stay connected pretty much all day if you want.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” I said, and she left.

A little while later all three of the girls and Jarrod came into the living room. I was sitting on the Lay-Z-Boy, and waiting for them. I wanted to see the outfits that they came up with. Caitlyn and Paige had spent a couple of hours working on them while Amanda was revealing her secret past to me in the bedroom. She had blown my mind with the stories that she had told me, especially the story of how her and her first husband had gotten together. Remnants of that story still hung in the ceiling of my brain like a blood sucking vampire bat. I pushed it out of my mind and tried to focus on the girls

Jarrod was dressed in normal school attire. His collar wasn't around his neck, which was fine. His servitude was voluntary, and I didn't mention it.

Paige, however was wearing hers. She had been debating on whether or not to wear it. Ultimately she would have the same kind of problem that Jarrod would have. In a big sense she was looked at as “one of the guys,” amongst the wrestling team. Wearing a collar might get her quite a bit of flack. I was glad to see that she had it on. The thing that surprised me was her outfit.

Her outfit didn't include a hockey jersey. She had bought a short denim skirt at the mall and was wearing that. There was something odd about it, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Her top half was only half covered with a thin tee-shirt, and no bra. Her small round nipples, and barely developed breasts stuck out like a sore thumb. She stepped in front of me and spun around. I was speechless.

“Check it out Ray.”

“She turned so her butt was facing me. She started fiddling with the back of her skirt caught a seem, and pulled. There was about a one foot square piece of denim that pulled off of her skirt completely exposing her ass. That was what was out of place. She had cut the ass out of her skirt, and somehow figured out how to attach another piece so that it could be removed at will.

“Holy fuck,” I said. “Now that is creativity at work.”

She beamed at me, and I beamed back.

“There's one in the front too, but it's smaller. She turned around and pulled that one off too.”

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“There attached with velcro,” she said. “I can pull em off and put em back on anytime I want.”

The other two girls hadn't come up with anything so creative. Caitlyn's outfit, of course was centered around her chest, she wasn't wearing a bra either, and her tits could easily be brought into view. All she had to do was to pull the thin material aside. The blouse was cut low enough that her tits would hang out. If she leaned forward she could give a boy a nice view. Her skirt was so short that it barely covered her ass.

Mia's outfit was an attempt at sexy, but I couldn't help but to think that it was more cute than sexy. She lifted her skirt and curtsies, exposing her little cunny.

“Now you guys aren't going to get kicked out of school for wearing stuff so skimpy are you?” I asked them seriously.

“No,” they all said in turn.

“A lot of girl's wear stuff this short,” Caitlyn informed me. “I'll probably be the most popular girl in school today. The guys are gonna follow me all day!”

She was probably right.

I handed them each a blue-tooth, but I warned them. “I don't want any of you doing anything that's gonna get you in trouble. Make sure that if you do anything that you don't get caught doing it. Be careful.”

“Relax Ray. You think this is the first time we've fucked around at school. I've already given at least ten blow jobs at school. Twice right in class during a movie. There were even a couple kids that watched,” Caitlyn informed me.

“You gotta be kidding me,” I said.

“Nah. This 2012 Ray. We do a lot a shit now.”

“I guess so,” I said. I handed each of them a blue-tooth and the older two a couple of condoms, just in case, and instructed them to call me if anything happened. They all trotted off to the door, and left for school.

Amanda called me just as the girls were walking out the door. I had already setup the computer, and I brought it to my lap and answered the phone. She was standing in front of a mirror so I could see her face. I looked just beneath the collar, and I cold clearly see the words “FUCK SLUT,” just below her neckline, and a woman, I'm assuming one of Amanda's work friends, because both girls were yucking it up, was standing next to her.

“Hi honey!” Amanda said. “Josie wants to know if she can wear a collar too?”

Just as she was saying that, an old bitty walked across behind her. The expression on her face was as if she'd just seen an elephant trying to cross breed with a koala bear. She didn't bother to wash her hands, a problem that seemed to be pretty common whenever Amanda was in a bathroom.

Both of the girls had a good laugh about it, and I couldn't help but to join in. It really was quite amusing.

Amanda went to her office, and went about her tasks. I couldn't see her face. I had a view of her desk. I could see her hands moving about as she did this and that. At certain points I could almost read the writing on the papers as went about her business. We chatted now and then about this and that, and I wondered how long it was going to be before the fun got started. I knew it would come eventually, but the anticipation was killing me.

Just as that thought was crossing my mind, her intercom went off, and a deep, serious, male voice came across.

“Miss Chattam. Come to my office please.”

“Uh oh,” I said. “He sounded pissed. I hope its not what I think it is.”

“I don't know what it is. He usually has his secretary do the paging. I doubt it's what your thinking though, because that's not something he would handle. If it was that have a lawyer from H.R. Do it.”

The view panned down while Amanda adjusted her skirt, bringing the zippers all the way to the hem, and covered as much thigh as she could. She got up, and headed for her bosses office.

I half expected my view to be terminated, but she kept it running. She got into his office, and he asked her to shut the door. She did, and I watched as he pointed to a seat in front of his desk, and asked her to sit. He wasn't a bad looking man. He was older somewhere around fifty or so, but the skin on his face was still taught. He had short grayish black hair, and no facial hair. His facial expression was one of grim determination. He didn't look like the type you fucked with. Just by looking at him I could tell that he was a man that was used to being in total control. I couldn't see a single wrinkle in his white button up shirt. He wasn't wearing a suit coat, but I just knew that there was one hanging somewhere nearby. His red tie hung neatly around his neck, with a pin centered, and anchoring it in place. He moved swiftly, confidently and deliberately. There would be no mistaking him as the boss even if there were fifty other men dressed just like him in a single room.

Amanda pulled the chair back, it seemed to me, a little farther than she had to, and sat down. I think Amanda knew what she was doing, because her boss sat on the edge of his desk, and took a nice long look at her cleavage. He didn't mention her state of dress and I was relieved for that. He started off with small talk, and it looked like he started to relax a little.

“Well miss Chattam. I'll get to the point,” he said. “I called you in here to let you know that I made a decision about who is going to handle the Krechnava account. I know that you and Mr. Dennistion Have been competing hard to see who gets it if it came available. Well I just found out today, that it is available. Our competition couldn't close the deal, and we have a shot at it...”

Her boss got up, and started pacing in front of Amanda while he was talking. When his back was to her he stopped, but continued talking. Something, I had a feeling, he did often. My view shifted as Amanda looked down at her skirt. She hesitated for a second but I could see her hand come into view, and go for her zipper. She brought it up, and the skirt pulled away exposing one crossed leg, halfway up her thigh.

“I have decided,” he was saying. “That Kar... Um. Mr. Denniston should take it.”

“What?” I heard Amanda say.

My view shifted again back to her boss as he turned around, and was immediately distracted by the change in the view. I could tell immediately that there was a definite change in his demeanor.

“Now wait a second Mr. Donnovan. You know as well as I do that Karl shot at landing that account isn't half what mine would be. I've already proven that I can close deals that he can't, and that I can get the contracts at substantially more than he even considers asking for. I've read his proposal, and it's full of loopholes. My proposal closes those holes. I know he's your brother-in-law, and in some respects your hands are tied, but Richard dammit, this account is to big, and way too important to leave to him.”

I felt a sense of pride at my girl's confidence and ability to debate.

Richard didn't answer her right away. She had thrown him off of his game all right. He stared openly at her, from what I could tell it was directly at her thigh. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“I will take your thoughts into consideration Amanda,” he said. The walls of formality were coming down. I had a feeling she was going to win this argument.

“Your damn right you will,” she said.

As she was saying it my view shifted back down to her thigh again. Her legs uncrossed on my computer screen, her hand went back to her zipper and she unzipped it the rest of the way. Her skirt peeled away even more as she did it, and I watched as she opened her leg, which I'm sure gave him an excellent view. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She did it openly right in front of him. My cock got so hard that I thought it was going to split the skin. The view on my screen went back to him.

“I need you to tell me the real reason that you are choosing him Richard. Cut the bullshit, and tell me straight. I know that you aren't a stupid man, and that you wouldn't give this account to him without some kind of sound reason, but I can't accept your decision without knowing what that is. If it's a good enough reason. I will get up and walk out the door, but if it's not than I will change your mind.”

I wasn't sure about him, but I know I believed her.

The beads of sweat were more prominent on his forehead now, and he was nervously rubbing his chin. The control that was so evident on his face was gone. He looked more like a young teen that had just caught a glimpse of his first set of titties. I could tell that he wanted, more than anything, to get his hands on my girl friend. I had a feeling she would find a way to at least give him that chance.

“Amanda. I don't think I can tell you the real reason. It's... Um. Complicated.”

“If you don't Richard. I'll go to the board.” She said this as a matter of fact.”

It took some effort on his part, but she had pissed him off enough that he was able to tear his gaze from her thigh. He looked her in the eye.

“Okay. Fine, but I think you'll agree when you hear this that I am making the right decision. You've no doubt done your homework on the Krechnava's right?”

“Of course Richard. I'm not a rookie.”

“Then you'll know that they have ties in the mob over their then?”

“Yeah. So. The business that we'll be promoted is legit. What's your point?”

“My point is that the laws over there and the way that they do things is different.”

“Get to the point Richard.”

“Okay. You asked for it. Mr. Krechnava wouldn't sign the deal unless the liaison and two other girl's went to the hotel that they were staying at... And stayed the night. Just so you understand clearly they have a whole entourage of people. Not just three or four executives, but at least twenty of them. We are talking twenty guys on three girls. There is no way that I am sending you into that mess.”

“The fuck you aren't.”

I had never heard Amanda sound so eager.

The look on Richard's face was priceless. His face turned so red that it almost looked purple. I laughed so damn hard that I almost puked all over my computer screen. His jaw hung on his face like an old western door on a broken hinge, and he was sweating so much that I could see stains forming on his nice white shirt.

“Amanda please,” he sounded a little condescending. “I don't think you realize what you are saying--what they would want to do with a woman like you. You are too refined. Too much of a lady.”

He was like me before a few days ago. She had him snowed too. Besides. Didn't he see the way she was dressed?

Amanda laughed, and his face went pink again.

“Richard my dear. You don't know me very well. You see me during the day at work. At work I am a refined lady, but at night. At night I am a completely different woman. I can handle this Richard. I promise you.”

“Amanda I just don't think...”

“I want you to see something Richard and then, if you haven't changed your mind, you can finish that sentence.”

My viewpoint changed again. The dog tag scrolled its way onto my screen, Amanda's hand came into view, and she flipped the tag. The view went back to Richard.

“This is what I am when I am not at work!”

“I don't believe you? This has got to be some kind of joke right.”

“Your wife passed away a long time ago Richard. Come and test the waters. See for yourself if I'm joking.”

“Richard's face turned almost purple. He definitely wasn't used to this kind of thing.”

“I uh. I don't know if that's a uh. Shit!”

“Come on Richard. You don't think I can handle it. Show me what it would be like.”

I could almost see the thread of his mind being stretched taut.

“I don't really think that you want me to do that.”

“Come on Richard. Let's pretend it's night time,” she said. She got up from her chair, walked to the desk, cleared a spot, and bent over it. “At night I'm a very bad girl. Don't you want to punish me?”

I could barely see Richard on my screen, but I could see enough to know that his thread snapped. He disappeared from the screen, and the best I could tell he was behind her.

“This what you want? You little fucking whore!” I heard him say. The view got real bumpy, as he started to pump into her.

“Yes. That's it fuck my ass. Stick it in there and fuck me,” Amanda said. “Fuck me dry. Oooh Fuck. God damn that hurts so fucking good.”

“Call me daddy, you fucking slut.”

“Yeah. Okay. Daddy will you fuck my ass please daddy. Please!” She begged.

“Oh my fucking God. Shit! Say it again!”

This time she changed her voice trying to sound younger. “Daddy, please, please make me feel good. Daddy daddy daddy, fuck my tight little asshole!”

“OOOH shit baby I'm gonna fucking come!”

“Yeah Daddy come inside of me please. Can I suck it when your done. Can I Can I Pleeeaaasse!!!”

“Oh fuckin shit!”

The next thing I knew everything was spinning and I could see Richards dick as it was sliding in and out of Amanda's mouth. She did her duty and cleaned him up.

“Oh you little fucking whore. Come with me,” Richard said.

Amanda followed him into his private bathroom.

“What do you want me to do now daddy?” She asked.

“I want you to get on your knees and lick that dirty toilet rim like the dirty little girl you are!”

“Daddy. That's nasty, but I'll do it if you want me too!”

“Yeah baby. Daddy does want you too.”

“Will you fuck me in my pussy while I do it daddy? I want your big thing in my tight little pussy Daddy”

“Sure suz... I mean baby. Sure,” Richard said. “Daddy wants that too.”

Amanda got down and started licking.

The screen started jumping to that familiar rhythmic beat again.

“Do you like that baby girl. Do you like the way it tastes.”

“Mmmm daddy. I love it.”

He must have come again as soon as she said it. I could hear his guttural growl, and soon after the screen jumped again as she cleaned him up for a second time.

Soon after they were dressed again and talking. Things seemed a little awkward at first. It took some conversation but the mood lightened again. Of course he offered her the account after asking her if she was sure she wanted it. Of course she did. She wouldn't have passed it up for the world.

“Miss Chattam,” he asked as she was finally getting up to leave. “This might sound strange, but I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you?”

“Yeah, Richard. Go ahead.”

“My uh. Um. My daughter. She's fifteen and she doesn't really have a woman figure to uh. How do you say. Show her the ropes of womanhood.”

“Say no more. Richard. I think that's a great idea. You have my address. Send her over any time.”


2013-08-16 13:05:01
I have recently gotten a few personal messages regarding this series requesting that I continue both this and my Christmas Vouchers series.

I fully intend on continuing both. Unfortunately, however, I will not be continuing either on this site. I have, for reasons that I will not get into here, decided to move my submissions to

I am starting off on that site with the No Denying it series, in which I will expand that series.

Once that one is finished I will completely rewrite, submit and expand Breaking Barriers, and finish by doing the same with Christmas Vouchers.

I thank everyone that has been supportive of me while I have been on this site, and it saddens me to leave this one, but I have no choice.



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2013-08-08 15:36:04
Please write more i luv this story


2013-07-23 21:35:20
You should pick this back up and continue it at least for the week of the slavery.

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2013-06-23 03:50:36

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2013-06-19 22:24:02
When's the next chapter Johnny boy

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