[Damp Kitten]

Serving Gordon

Special Note

This is a narrative follow up to "The Interview" in the BDSM section
It's a continuation of that story, but you're not required to read it

As for Gordon, he showed up at the Christmas party this past December with Stephanie passing out bonus checks and 'invited' me back to the clinic before giving me mine.  Yes, he fucked the shit out of me with Stephanie standing right there beside him.  It was reminiscent of what happened about two and a half years ago when I resigned from the clinic, and it was meant to remind me of that.  More on that later.

We started meeting one day a week on average after the holidays.  He would drop by the clinic for inspection and set up a hotel room at the Hampton.  I'd get off work early because he would arrange it, then he'd screw me a couple of hours.  Andy had no idea.  It settled down after a few months until he eventually stopped showing up.  The drive from his home base in Nashville is a pain. 

I shudder to admit that it was nice to feel his cock inside me again.  I despise the guy, but he can fuck like a porn star.  I've had a recent tubal ligation, much to Andy's chagrin, so I can relax and enjoy Gordon filling me up.  He makes an absolute mess of me.

So, in a way, I am still subservient to Gordon.  I have limited occupational options, and he knows it.  It's kind of hot to be submissive to an adversary like him and kind of weird at the same time.  Gordon knows I don't like him, particularly after what he did to me.   He also knows I'm going to suck his dick clean when he demands it.

When I left the clinic for Home Health over two years ago, it was because of a sentinel event - not with a patient but with Gordon and his ex-girlfriend, Stephanie.  She was having an affair with my hubby at the time in addition to working in administration for the company.  She has no business doing that job, but it's always who you know.

In short, Andy started seeing Steph after meeting her in one of the clinics he managed following my affair with his best friend, Dan.  I was forced into mandatory psychotherapy for a year due to a feigned suicide attempt on the heels of my affair's discovery.  Part of that therapy was marriage counseling, since Andy agreed to give me a second chance.  I made the stupid decision to suggest my husband have sex with another woman as vindication for my impropriety.  My psychologist vehemently opposed the idea.  Andy took the bone and ran with it.

It was Steph who was actually responsible for our interview in Nashville, though I knew nothing about her at the time.  She called Gordon to brag on my husband and suggest he be hired on behalf of the company to run all the clinics they planned to acquire in Mississippi.  At that time, the firm didn't have any Mississippi clinics, but Stephanie knew Gordon and had inside information about the future.  It was a sound idea since Andy supervised the clinics they eventually bought out.  The suggestion ultimately paid off for Stephanie when Gordon offered her the supervisory role that my husband originally turned down.



Thus, my cuckold weekend in Nashville where Gordon banged my brains out in front of my husband was Stephanie's brainchild.  In fact, Andy and Gordon had a threesome with her in the boardroom during the interview while I was out with a real estate agent getting the tour of the town.  Following the sex, Stephanie demanded that my husband allow Gordon to fuck me as a bonus weekend activity.  She had such a stronghold on Andy, he didn't provide any resistance.  I was stunned how my husband just stepped aside when Gordon took me into one of the men's restroom stalls after dinner and undressed me.  Of course, Andy was drunk as shit.  Still, he wasn't familiar with that kind of chivalry at the time. 

Gordon and Steph both taught my husband to crave cuckold humiliation.  My psychologist says the emotional trauma serves as a substitute for intercourse because Andy has learned he is physically inept and gets off on punishment as an alternative to pussy.  It's hard for me not to agree, given the pathetic size of his penis. 

Steph started domination games with my husband early in their relationship before I knew anything about her.  After I met Gordon, he mentioned Stephanie as we were leaving Nashville.  That opened the door to my interrogation of Andy, but it was Gordon who ultimately showed me how rough Stephanie could get.  He had videos showing her kicking my hubby in the balls tied naked to a cross in a dungeon.

Once we returned from the Nashville interview and I had heard about Steph, I told Andy to reject Gordon's lucrative job offer.  I knew we needed to get away from those people.  Our attempt to escape didn't work out.  Gordon's company bought the clinics out from under us, and I was forced to beg Gordon for assistance because my hubby didn't want to work at the local hospital or live in another location.  He had inherited his grandfather's house.  He didn't want to leave it.  The truth is my hubby was massively depressed and paralyzed in a state of misery.  Gordon had fucked his wife in Nashville, then his company had fucked up his life by ripping his livelihood out from under him.



I secretly met Gordon in one of his company's newly purchased clinics under reconstruction.  As I fully expected, he screwed me senseless for two hours and shredded my underwear, sending me home soaked in his sperm.  When I returned to Andy in a sloppy mess, the meeting was no longer secret.  My husband was upset, but what could he do?  Another lesson in cucking.  I played the martyr, that’s true – but Andy got a job at the expense of his pride.  It was a price he’d keep paying… and I was taking the deposits regularly from Gordon.

While we waited for the second offer from the Nashville firm, Andy and I rarely spoke.  It was a difficult time.  Gordon promised to present our request to the board, but he couldn't guarantee anything.  When the offer finally came, it was much less lucrative than the first.  I was not at all surprised.  I had an offer too as a nurse in one of the clinics, and it was a very good one.  After all, I could work almost anywhere at that point.

So, that's how Andy and I came to work for Gordon.  He took great advantage of his leverage and fucked me frequently.  He and Steph cucked my husband in the process, rubbing Andy's nose in the situation until he started to enjoy the smell of shit.  I was greatly opposed to Andy's continued relationship with Steph, and I made no secret of my anger towards her.  It was a business arrangement, and I had myself to thank for it.

She frequently sent Andy home with his ball sack the size of a grapefruit, swollen tight as a tick until his tiny prick had all but disappeared.  He was black and blue for weeks.  Then, she'd crush his nuts all over again as soon as he recovered.  Gordon would show me the vids.  She was laughing when she cut Andy loose from the cross and watched him drop helplessly to the floor, hands guarding his crotch as he curled up into a ball of agony.  He refused to let me take him to the doctor and rebuked me when I told him that she was quickly destroying him.  It's no wonder his testicles shriveled up into grapes and his cum dribbles out when he ejaculates.

Yeah, she fucked him up good.  I knew better than to think he could give me another baby.  So did Gordon.  In fact, I'm confident that was all in the master plan.  Gordon wanted to get me pregnant.  He made an offer to support my preconceived baby and drew up some papers that looked very official.  He suggested taking me to Nashville for as long as it took to finish the deed and returning me when I was ready to pop.  I refused on account of Samantha.  I couldn't leave her alone with Andy for that long.

So, Gordon's efforts to knock me up consisted of hit and miss visits to the clinic in accordance with his schedule.  Some were at a dangerous time, others not so much.  He wasn't having much success, and I wasn't overjoyed at the thought of birthing his progeny. 

Still, I wanted another baby.  Time was running out.  Andy's dick seemed worthless, and Gordon had forbidden me to fuck him.  My husband's job was to clean up Gordon's mess when I got home from a date.  He could masturbate whenever he wished, preferably after eating the jizz out of my twat.  Gordon was unhappy to hear I granted my hubby relief by giving him hand jobs, but I agreed to verbally humiliate him as a consolation while I was jerking him off.  I sent my boss the audio.



It was around this time that I happened to walk in on my husband skyping with Stephanie in his office.  He was jerking off, and she was telling him how to do it with two fingers... because his cock was a 'miserable excuse' for a sex organ.  I lit into her immediately, even though I later used that line on him myself in the shower.  I was fed up with her abuse and told her I was going to kick her ass if she didn't leave my husband alone.  She laughed at me and invited the opportunity.  I told her to fuck herself and cut the call.

In accordance with the company hierarchy, what I did was insubordination.  Of course, company policy doesn't specifically accommodate executives fucking their employees.  Ordinarily, that shit gets your executives in trouble.  But Gordon is a powerful guy with a lot of influence and a multitude of lawyers in his pocket.  If anything, he could draw things out and drain my resources dry.  That's not to say that I didn't consider action, but I always stepped back and came to my senses. 

In a final push to get me pregnant, Gordon coordinated an urgent visit to the clinic when Ashley divulged that my ovulation date was approaching.  Given our intimate relationship, Ash knows my cycle almost better than I know it myself.   She's been with Gordon several times on her own, and a few times we've had threesomes.  A man like that doesn't pass through the clinic without collecting Ashley's attention.  The two of them stay in touch and appreciate each other's illicit agendas.  Ash was openly elated to learn that Gordon intended to knock me up.  She wanted to help in any way that she could.   

The morning of Gordon's arrival, Ash met me at the door and ushered me past my locker to an empty physician's office in the back of the building.  I knew that I was in trouble when I walked in the room.  Stephanie was waiting on me in her black pencil skirt with high heels and maroon sleeveless blouse, blond hair in a librarian bun.  My cell rang.  It was Gordon.  I answered.  Steph snatched my phone out of my hand and started filing through my contacts, forwarding the numbers to her personal collection. 

Naturally, I lunged for her and reached for my cell.  She pushed me back.  A fight would have ensued except Ashley held my arms.  "You would be wise to back off," Steph informed me, still thumbing my screen.  "Phones are not allowed in the patient care setting.  You leave those in your locker just as you do with your purse."  She jerked my Dooney & Bourke off my shoulder.

"Don't screw with her," Ash insisted, still holding me back.

"Why the hell didn't you let me put my stuff up before you took me back here?" I demanded.  Ash looked at Stephanie, and I intuitively understood the whole thing was a setup. 

Just as I was turning to take a swing at the blonde, she shoved a video from the past in my face.  "Remember this?"  It was the infamous footage of Dan hanging me upside down naked in the barn behind my house.  Dan's ex-wife, Susan, had stolen it from his phone and ultimately fired it to Andy.  There were rumors she had posted it on Pornhub.  I wasn't sure if I was looking at a link or a personal copy.  Regardless, I understood the threat.  "Do what you're told, Megan, or this goes out to your public.  Do you get it?"

"You bitch!"

"I'm not sure you do," she concisely replied.  I saw her checking off boxes, preparing to send it.

"Wait!  I'll cooperate.  Don't send that," I begged.  No matter how unprofessional this all was, Stephanie had me in a corner from which I couldn't escape.  "I'll do what you want."

"Of course you will," she said.  "Now, get undressed."

"What?"

"You heard me, Megan.  Strip.  Take everything off and put your clothes inside this desk drawer."  I did as she demanded, and she locked it with a small key.  "Bend over the desk and spread your legs like you're going to get fucked... which you most certainly are."  I hesitantly followed instructions and flattened my breasts on the shiny, wood surface.  I felt her spit on my rose bud and rub the saliva into my sphincter.  She spit on it again, then pushed her finger slightly inside.  "We're going to loosen up this tight little asshole today.  But first, I've got to make a deposit."  I felt the cool key against my warm anus, and suddenly she was ramming it deep up my rectum.

"God, what are you doing?"

"You're going to need that key later to get your scrubs and underwear.  I hope you can reach it.  You may just have to dig it out."  Stephanie walked around the desk until she was facing me, then placed her shitty finger on my lips.  "Suck it, Meg.  Suck it clean."  I turned my face and she slapped me.  "Shall I get the phone now?"

"No."  I shook my head in disgust, putting my mouth around her finger, and closing my eyes.  She pushed and pulled her digit in and out of my orifice just like she was fingering my cunt.

"That's right, Megan.  What did you tell me a few weeks ago?  Eat shit and die?  Well, look who's eating it now.  I'm sure we can arrange for you to do both.  This is just for starters, and the day is young."  Steph walked back around behind me and pulled me straight up by my hair.  In her stilettos, she was several inches taller.  "How would you like me to kill you?  Any preferences?"  I just looked at her, desperately trying to keep from saying something smart.  If she would have given me an opening, I'd have drowned both the phones in the toilet, then come back for her.  "I asked you a question," she smirked.

"Are you done yet?"  I couldn't suppress my anger much longer.

"Not hardly," Stephanie laughed.  "Bend over the table as you were before."  I did.  "Now reach back with both hands and spread open your pussy.  I want to look at your hole before we pulverize it... remember how pretty you were."  I stretched myself open, and I could feel the pad of her finger tracing my lips up and down on each side.  "So delicate," she continued.  "So soft and wet and pink.  We are certainly going to need to shave you smooth at some point, but I do rather like this little muff you've got going."  She slid her finger inside me, and I couldn't help but let out a gasp.  "You like it, don't you Meg?  You want me to fuck you right now, don't you?"

I shook my head defiantly, but she could tell I was excited.  I didn't want to be.  My body betrayed me.  She pushed in a second digit, rubbing firm circles on that magical spot deep inside.  Now, I wasn't just wet.  I was dripping.  Soon, I would be squirting if she didn't stop.  She wasn't going to.  "Spread your lips wider, Megan.  I want to see where my fingers are going."  I stretched myself as grotesquely open as possible.  She shoved in a third finger, all of them to the knuckle, then pressed down on my G Spot and rolled her thumb over my clit.  It was too much.  I was squirting in her palm, spraying across the synthetic hardwood floor.

"Fuck!" I squealed.  Ashley laughed out loud.  She has seen me come so many times.  Steph didn't let up, pounding her fingers in and out of me in a sloppy hysteria that had my entire body jerking and quivering.  I could tell she intended to fist me.  I had no objections.  She took off her shoe and rammed the spike of her stiletto up my ass.  It was like taking a bullet up my butt hole, and I literally screamed before the sensation became more pleasurable... still a painful pressure, but well paired with the punches to my baby maker.  She could have been stabbing a hole in my rectum, but for the moment I was willing to ignore it.

I recognized at last that her hand was all the way inside me, clinched in a devastating ball of rage that was pummeling my tender cervix.  She was buried to the forearm, then nearly to the elbow.  I was sobbing and gushing simultaneously.  I pissed on the floor.  I couldn't help it, and Stephanie didn't seem the least bit surprised.  I wondered how many women she had fist fucked like this.  I wondered how many girls she had ruined the way she obliterated my husband's gonads.  I knew the kind of fetishes she was into, the sort of punishment that caused permanent damage.

"Jesus," Ashley gasped.  "You're going to scramble her eggs.  Back off a little, Steph, or Gordon will have nothing left to fertilize."

"I didn't ask your opinion, Ashley."  The blonde pulled her arm back until my slit hugged her mitt by the wrist.  It was too big to remove without straightening her hand.  She twisted her clinched knuckles through my much smaller opening.  It felt like she split me in half.  I fell over the top of the desk, writhing in pain.  My insides were aching from the deep tissue bruising.  The next second she had my hair by the roots, dropping me down to my knees.  "You're going to lick up this mess you made on the floor before Gordon gets here to breed you."


By the time Gordon arrived, I was feeling pretty sick... licking all that slime off the floor.  Steph positioned the spike of her heel against the crack of my ass, shoving me face forward into a pool of secretions whenever my efforts displeased her.  I was glossy all over with a glaze of urine and pussy juice.  "Get up," she ordered as Gordon walked through the door.  He was decked out in his Armani navy suit with a red silk power tie, looking like the cover of GQ Magazine. 

"What's happened in here?" he asked mildly.

"Your girlfriend pissed all over the floor.  I made her lick it up.  She's the filthiest slut I've ever seen as an excuse for a nurse."  The blonde shoved me forward over the desk where I obediently remained while Gordon looked me over.  Then, she started pilfering through my purse.  "Look at this shit," she exclaimed, holding up my Plan B One Step.  "Here's why you can't get her pregnant.  She pops these pills every time you fuck her."  Steph ripped open the box and squeezed the pills out from their blisters.  They rolled around on the desk like a couple magic beans that might be my last barrier against disaster.

"Is that true?"  Gordon's voice was calm but stern.

"No sir," I whimpered.

"Then why do you carry them?"

"Just in case I need them," I tried to explain.

"You don't need them for your husband.  For whom do you need them?  Are you fucking other men besides me?"

"No sir."  Tears were dripping down my cheeks.  I couldn't believe I was facing such an interrogation. 

"She's lying her ass off," Steph interjected.  "You need to blister those pretty white buns of hers and teach her a lesson she won't forget."  I heard her heels clicking around the perimeter of the desk.  She pulled my arms behind my back and locked them tightly at the elbow.  "Take off your belt and wear her out."

"I prefer my hand," Gordon responded.  That was bad enough.  He smacked me so hard that the sound must have carried down the hall to the nurse’s station.  Twenty hard slaps, ten on each cheek.  My butt was on fire, and I knew it was glowing crimson.

"Please stop!  Holy shit!"  I was weeping into a fit of hiccups.  Gordon had never beaten me so hard.

"Toss those pills down the toilet, Ashley."  The blonde poured out my purse on the desk... my wallet, my keys, my emergency tampons which she collected and stuffed in her bag.  "Let's see how your dick is looking," she said to my boss, vigorously rubbing the front of his trousers.  "Are we ready to finally get this worthless bitch pregnant... let her carry your baby and stretch out that belly?"

Steph unzipped and unbuckled Gordon's pants.  He had dispensed with his jacket before giving me a spanking but still worked up a sultry, sweet sweat that disseminated the scent of his cologne.  She slipped down his boxers and beheld his impressive erection, perfect in every way - the shape of it and the grooming with his blush of dark stubble, slick balls hanging low in their sac.  They were loaded and ready with the seed he would plant in my sore, throbbing womb.  He was beautifully uncircumcised, folding his nearly transparent, tan foreskin back and forth across his glistening glans.  It eased my hard pain just to look at his bulging, blue veins.

"Stick it up her ass to get yourself going.  You'll find it snug and inviting like a virgin.  I'm afraid I stretched her cunt rather drastically before you arrived," the blonde admitted.

"Why did you do that?"

"You know how she is, sweetheart.  Always an attitude, begging to be brutally put back in her appropriate place."

"Where would that be?" asked Gordon.

"On her fucking knees."  Stephanie spit on my anus and guided Gordon's engorged manhood to my tight, tiny opening.  The key in my rectum came to mind.  How far up my bowels would he shove it?  How deep?  My rosebud wasn't adequately relaxed for his size, and Steph knew that he would probably rip me.  She was counting on it, really - encouraging him to plow me with his sphincter shredding girth, scratching his scrotum with her manicured nails.

"I can't get her pregnant if I'm reaming her rump."

"You can pull out in time to dump your load in her Va-Jay-Jay.  It's just an inch or so south of her asshole, last time I looked... plenty wet and roomy up in that vestibule after the fisting I gave her.  Even a horse cock like yours should slide in like a speculum."

"But it's not sanitary to go from one hole to another," Gordon ruefully objected as he fractured my O-Ring.  He had never been so careless and ruthless.  I was sure it was due to Stephanie's assertive behavior, her hot curvy body and enticing blue eyes.  She was dolled up for influence and eager for impact.  The morning started like a boxing match, and I was hanging over the ropes.

"Wash her out with your hose, then..."  Steph suggested as Gordon's moist balls collided with my labial lips.  The 'plop plop plop' hollow sound of his knocker banging against my velvet door sent shivers up my spine and spicules of pussy paste spattering against my shivering thighs.  "All the way up that ass," Steph continued, egging him on.  "Fuck it hard, baby.  Tear it up.  Raw and bloody.  Wrecked and shitty."

This time, the pain lasted longer and eventually got worse as Gordon's dick turned to concrete inside the sleeve of my chute.  He was fucking me with long, angry thrusts that violently propelled me forward during every cataclysmic impact.  Ashley held her hand over my mouth to keep my screams from alarming the patients up front.  Steph watched contently, admiring all the damage while Gordon grunted like a weightlifter doing presses.  My tits started spinning beneath me as he picked up the ferocious pace, jackhammering my ass until I crumbled across the opulent furniture.

"Shit yeah, you're killing it, baby!  I can't believe you're giving it to her this long and this rough.  You used that 'Stay Hard' cream, didn't you?"  Steph grabbed a fistful of my dangling, right breast and squeezed it maliciously before burying her claws in the soft, yielding flesh.  The marks would be visible for weeks.  "The only thing better than fileting her asshole with a ten-inch diameter wine bottle is watching you do it with your superman cock." 

The blonde gently tucked back my chestnut tendrils matted against my face with tears.  "Revenge can be so satisfying," she whispered, blotting my smudging mascara.  "You don't want to know what your butt hole looks like."  She reached back and dipped her finger into the wetness of my crack, then showed me the bloody mess as it dribbled down her palm.  She smeared it across my mouth.  "Here's a little lip gloss," she smirked.

"Let's finish this round, shall we baby?  Do you need me to help you cream her?  You can stick it in her cunt at any time.  Her ass is as loose as a five-dollar hooker."

Gordon shoved his bloody shaft in my pussy and pumped me hysterically.  He must have used something because he couldn't let go.  He jumped back and forth between my ass and vagina, cleaning his dick inside my smooth, velvet walls, before burying it back up my shit hole.  Stephanie massaged his massive nuts and kissed him on his neck.  He was hers and hers alone for the day.  I was his filthy spunk rag mortified by his vengeance and the hypnotic spell Stephanie had over him.

"Oh shit!" he cried out as a preface to his climax.  Steph guided his spurting cock up my feminine crevice, deep into my welcoming pink nest full of eggs.  Gordon filled me with his bubbling foam.

Stephanie stood back and admired the disaster from my rear.  No doubt she was reviewing that picture in her mind of how I looked before the morning got started.  "Go get Meg's change of scrubs out of her locker, Ashley.  I'm going to need her to see some patients while Gordon takes a rest.  She's got to earn her keep for a change."  Ash took off down the hall as Steph turned to address me.  "Get on your knees, bitch," she grinned.  "You get to clean off that cock and tuck it away for a while.  We're not done with you yet by a long shot."

Once Ash returned, I had almost finished licking Gordon's prick.  "Go get me some of that lidocaine spray," she told Ashley.  "The stuff that you use to suppress your patients' gag reflex.  We're going to teach little Meg how to deep throat a dick right after she wipes up the floor with her underwear."

"Give me a minute to get good and hard for her, babe.  I want to give her something she can work with."  Gordon tightened his tie and walked out the door, no explanation as to where he was going.

"Put on your scrubs, Megan."  Steph handed them over.  My bra and panties were filthy from cleaning the floor.

"Can I at least clean up before I put all that on?  These scrubs are really thin, and I'm leaking Gordon's..."

"No, you cannot.  Slip on the shirt and the bottoms just as you are... no panties, no bra, no cleanup.  There's a patrolman in the waiting room that needs vitals and a history.  I'm sure he will enjoy seeing you."

He certainly did.  By the time I got him into an exam room, my crotch was completely soaked, pants glued against my skin down to my thighs.  Even my breasts were obvious, my entire body sticky with secretions and sweat; raspberry nipples gleaming beneath my salmon pink top.  I had the feeling this guy knew what he was getting, looking me over without a word of concern.  I wasn't allowed a lab coat or any sort of cover.  It was wet t-shirt city with a hose... scent of sex... black bush between my legs like a road sign to fuck me... cum creeping up the crack of my ass.  Stephanie sent me down the catwalk in steamy, sheer pajamas.   The cop's hard-on was poking through his uniform.

"You like this pair of scrubs?" I asked.  I was convinced the guy was promised a show.

"Now that you mention it, absolutely.  Can I see more?"  Nothing shy about him.  Beyond the point of humiliation, I lifted my top and slid down my bottoms so he could get the whole greasy picture at once.  He reached out to fondle my tits, and I let him.  He sifted his fingers through my pubes.

"You can finger me if you want."  And he did.

"Somebody had some fun this morning," he chuckled.

"Yeah, they did," I said calmly.  I patted his erection through his pants.  "Do you want me to take care of this real quick."  The man looked at me for the first time with an amazed expression, then unzipped his pants and pulled it out.  He was bigger than Gordon.  I jerked him off in less than two minutes, cum splattering across the patient exam table.  "Could you clean that up?" I asked, walking out the door.  "The doctor will be here in a minute."

[To-Get-Her]

Wow what a way to start a new ovulation day, getting fist fucked by a pathetic loser. Wondering what she'll do if she finds out you had you tubes ties- probably tear out your ovaries!

Another merit owed when allowed!

Also have to add you to the "More Must Read Author" topic. You have constantly proven that your stories should be highlighted to one and all your work

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As suggested you might want to start your own author page so everyone can find your stories faster!

[Damp Kitten]

Wow, what an amazing comment... thank you so much!  I really appreciate you highlighting my stuff.  I will see if I can figure out how to put myself in the author section.

Hey Meg, I read this story for the second time and I think I enjoyed it more with the second read. Your writing is exceptional to go along with your looks and your attitude.

[Damp Kitten]

Hey Meg, I read this story for the second time and I think I enjoyed it more with the second read. Your writing is exceptional to go along with your looks and your attitude.

Awe!  You are so sweet, Jeff - Thank You!  And thanks for reading as well as leaving a comment.