Literotic asexstories – Notches on His Belt – Retribution 03 by belted and teased,belted and teased
Also…always practice safe sex…our fantasy heroes live in a perfect world…we do not.
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I strongly suggest reading Part 1 for Part 2 to make sense. A very brief synopsis is that Jennifer Locke discovers her husband Richard, the mega tech billionaire, has been notching his belt each time he beds another female employee. His belt is nearly filled with notches. She decides to lock him in chastity; he will not have relief until she has as many notches as he does, and all those he cuckolded can cuckold him if their wives choose.
She is creative. Her overly amorous husband now only wears button-up jeans and shorts. The padlock securing his chastity device is placed outside a buttonhole. Nothing obscene, but everyone soon realizes his condition.
Carol walked quickly. She had worked in IT for years, and had never been called to the executive offices. What had she done?
Carol was not unattractive; she was just a somewhat plain person. Put her out on the street and most would look right past her. She could testify to that fact. She had been single a long time. It had been years since someone touched her.
Tall, she was fairly fit (she walked her dog Sprinkles every day) but lacked a lot of curves. Brown hair, smallish breasts, and not much of a butt. Thinking about it always drew a dejected sigh.
She stood now before the personnel director’s executive assistant. As usual, it took a moment before she was noticed, even after saying “ma’am” three times. The life of a wallflower.
Finally, Katrina looked up from her computer, “May I help you?”
“I was told to report to Mrs. Locke ASAP, ma’am. My name is Carol.”
Katrina’s eyes lit up, “Oh, yes! Of course, follow me.”
When Jennifer explained that Carol had the distinction of being the very first winner of the “Dick’s Dickless Oral” lottery, Carol felt faint.
“Oh, my. Oh, my.” When she had, on a whim, dropped her business card into the lock box, she had subconsciously assumed her card would be overlooked the same way people looked right past her.
Jennifer made certain Carol was still on board, since she seemed so apprehensive. Carol was scared to death, but she recalled the excitement she had felt at the mere thought of a man, especially a man like Mr. Locke, kissing her down there. She could not say no.
Five minutes later she was standing in Richard’s office. As she entered, before he even knew why she was there, he amazed her by his greeting, “Carol! How are you today? What can we do for you?”
He knew her name!
Richard may have been mildly selective in who he would screw, but he made a point to know everyone’s names. It was part of his MBWA, a good business practice. And it was reinforced each time he saw someone’s eyes light up the way Carol’s just had.
She fiddled with a necklace around her neck nervously, “I am… I’m uh… the lottery winner this week, sir.”
She expected him to sag his shoulders in disappointment. Instead he exclaimed, “Wonderful!”
Wonderful?? Really??
What she could not know was that Richard was not actually disappointed. She may not have been ravishing, but someone as lacking in confidence as Carol probably would not abuse him his first time out.
He offered her a seat on the long leather couch and he leaned with his back against his desk. He chatted her up for quite some time, trying to help her relax. He learned all about her cats and her Aunt Gertrude. She could not help staring at the padlock hanging from his button fly jeans. He reminded her three times to call him Dick rather than Mr. Locke.
Finally he walked to her and offered his hand for her to stand, “Would you like to get started?”
Wordlessly she stood. Still apprehensive.
He slowly unbuttoned the white blouse she wore and removed it. He reached around and deftly unfastened her bra. As he knelt down and slid her skirt down, she instinctively crossed her arms, covering her boobies.
She stood naked, looking around. The exterior walls of his office were entirely glass. They were very high up, and the company owned the surrounding country-side for miles so there were no other buildings close. But still. The open view made her feel even more naked.
Richard began to softly caress her shoulders, her arms, her back. He purposely avoided intimate areas until he heard her breathing become more even. Until he could feel the tension begin to leave her through his talented fingertips.
She turned to him slowly, hesitantly dropping her arms to expose herself. She could not manage words, but this was her way of asking him to continue.
Richard dropped to his knees, kissing her little breasts tenderly then her tummy. He guided her to sit back down and scoot her buttocks to the edge of the couch. He gently parted her legs and began kissing her thighs.
Carol tensed up. He was going to see her ugly thing down there and get sick. Or tell her to get the hell out of his office.
When instead she felt his soft lips caressing her nether lips, she swooned. “Oh, my… oh myy…”
He was not repulsed. Instead, he suckled her lovingly, as if he craved her. This had as much effect on her as the caresses did. “Ohhh.”
He did that for a long time. Surely, he wouldn’t stay there if it were nasty. It felt really good.
Then he moved to her button. OMG, he seemed to know what to do with her button. Even more than she did. She felt him suck it, then dart his tongue back and forth across it, then bathe it softly, then twirl his tongue around it again.
She couldn’t help herself. She clutched his hair in her fingers and pushed her thing harder into his mouth as her orgasm overtook her.
“Oh… ohhh Mr. Locke… oh my, oh mmmpppfffohhh!”
When she had spent herself, she fell back, expecting him to stand and tell her to dress. Instead, he stayed where he was, tenderly suckling the flesh inside her thighs. She found herself relaxing, then becoming aroused again.
When she subconsciously began flexing her buttocks, pressing her thing towards him, she was thrilled when he hungrily made her cum again. And again. “Oh, my…”
Richard considered tickling her G-spot with his tongue, but was not certain she was ready for something that intrusive. That could wait.
Word spread quickly about who had won the first lottery, and Carol found she was suddenly more popular. Everyone had questions.
Tuesday morning David looked up to see Carol waiting, wearing a sundress. With no panties. “Is, um, is Mr. Locke available?”
David smiled reassuringly. “Trust me, for YOU, he is at your beck and call. Just go on in.”
That day, after bringing her to orgasm, Richard pressed his tongue inside of her and caressed her G-spot.
Her orgasmic screams echoed through the hallways. In her office, Jen looked up and smiled.
Now people really had questions.
Wednesday morning David nodded when he found Carol waiting at his desk.
By Thursday morning, Carol strode purposefully past David into Richard’s office, pushed him roughly onto his back on the couch, and mounted his face without fanfare. She stayed with him all morning. She only had two days left, and she was going to squeeze all she could out of him.
She did the same thing Friday morning. Her cries of ecstasy and the bosses’ groans of frustration had several women rushing to the security desk to add their business cards, or quietly praying their card would be picked next week.
Carol marked the day she won the raffle on her calendar. Not only because she had the notoriety of being the first winner. Not only because of the orgasmic bliss he had introduced to her.
Because of the way he had treated her. Now she dated, and had many suitors pursuing her. Not because they knew she had been with Richard Locke, most had no idea.
Because she knew her value now. Because she carried herself in such a way that anyone who saw her knew she was a self-confident woman who knew what she wanted, what she deserved, and she would demand it.
That Friday afternoon as they finished, she kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Dicky. I love you.”
He smiled but looked concerned.
She fondled the padlock. “Don’t worry, I haven’t fallen for you. You may not realize it, but you changed my life this week. And for that, you will always be my Dicky, and I will always love you as my friend.”
After she had walked from his office, she poked her head back in the door, “Oh, but… if you come across any single guys that will do what you do, send them my way!”
What she could not know was that “Dicky’s” poor tortured manhood was trying in vain to press itself through it’s vent and drain holes. He soaked two of Maria’s little feminine napkins hats a day with pre-cum.
He was still taking his daily dose Viagra with liquid aphrodisiac. Add to that and his daily servicing of Carol the fact that his wife and Katrina had settled into a routine. Jenny wanted a “cunnilingus cum” each night at bedtime “to help her sleep.” Katrina wanted a “good morning tongue lashing” each morning when they got to work to invigorate her and start her day off right. She said it was better than coffee. This sometimes included a “gift” deposited by her husband David before the couple left the house.
Another weekend passed. It was fairly quiet, with only a bit of servicing for his wife.
His next Monday was very eventful.
He had just gotten settled in to his office when David escorted Megan from logistics into his office.
Richard asked, “This week’s winner?”
Megan answered, chuckling, “No, I wish. Mrs. Locke asked me to take some measurements for an order.”
“Oh, okay. Well help yourself.” He waved, indicating his office space.
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