cute little ass back down here.' His voice took on a menacing quality. 'You understand me?'
'Y-Yes…Yes S-Sir!' She stammered as she felt his hand move lower and rub one of her asscheeks lewdly. He then smacked her on her ass. 'Hop to it,
Mrs. Gee!' he laughed.
Joanna jumped and quickly climbed the steps, trying to keep her legs together but knowing that the man was getting a good view of her panty clad ass.
When she got to the landing, she pressed herself against the wall. Joanna tried to stop her heart from racing madly. She thought about simply leaving the house, but knew she wouldn't. It was very apparent to her that these men, especially the older one, was aware of her weakness. And yet, Joanna's submissive streak, which Rick had discovered and exploited, had grown over the past two weeks and just the thought of letting this man use her was so exciting she could hardly breathe.
She walked to the kitchen in an almost catatonic state. She put six bottles of cold beer on a tray along with two glasses. She pulled her robe more tightly around her body, knotting the belt. Nervously, she picked up the tray and walked back to the landing to the basement.
Looking down the stairs, she saw the men both standing at the bottom, looking up at her. Joanna knew they were looking up her robe at her legs and panties. Feeling a thrill of wickedness and fear, she went down the steps, trying to ignore the men's hot eyes prying between her legs.
Arriving at the bottom of the steps, she held out the tray and softly said
'Here you are. I-I need to go…go and…go get some work done upstairs.'
But neither man took the tray, and she stood there stupidly.
She noticed the small name patch on the older man's shirt read 'Karl'. The young mans patch read 'Steve'. Karl took her by her arm and gently pulled her off the bottom step and out into the room. 'Oh, I think you can keep us company for a while. Besides, we have a little bit of work for you to do.'
Karl took the tray, setting it on a nightstand. He gave the young man one of the beers and he grabbed one as well. Silently, they drank the cold beers as they simply looked Joanna up and down. She was frozen to the spot.
Joanna stood before the two men, her heart continuing to race as she waited to see what would happen to her.
Karl smiled at her walking over to stand in front of the nervously trembling young woman. 'Mrs. Gee, working on this shower is going to be kind of messy, and we're probably going to get wet. Now Steve here, he's new…in a lot of ways. And I've told him how some ladies…ladies just like you, are a big help to us. So, you and I are going to show Steve some possibilities. Lets start with you taking my shirt off.'
Joanna looked at Karl almost in agony. 'Oh please…don't do this to me…please' she said softly. But Karl just grinned. 'Oh come on, Mrs. Gee. We're all friends here, and Steve has a lot to learn. Now…take my shirt off!' Karl barked the last words, making her jump.
With trembling hands, the beautiful blonde woman put her shaking hands on the top button of Karl's shirt and unbuttoned it. She was almost numb. Just the thought of being alone in her basement with two men intent upon humiliating her scared her. But it also excited her. She continued unbuttoning Karl's shirt, revealing a chest with thick curly hair.
She unbuttoned the bottom button, and then dropped her hands to her side.
'Now Mrs. Gee, you know you aren't finished yet. I told you to take my shirt off, not just unbutton it.'
Joanna's body was shaking as took the halves of his shirt and began pulling the tails out of his jeans, pushing it off his shoulders, and taking it off of his muscled body.
As she obeyed him, Karl said 'You see, Steve, women like Mrs. Gee here usually have to be told what to do in order to help out. But you'll learn to recognize the ones who can be a real help and the ones you have to avoid.
Mrs. Gee here…I think you're going to find out she's a great help. There you go, Mrs. Gee. Nice job. Now go hang my shirt up in that closet over there. We don't want it to get wrinkled now, do we.'
It was obvious that Karl was having fun at Joanna's expense. But she did what he asked, and with each act of obedience she gave up another small part of her will.
'Well, we don't want my shoes and socks getting wet, either. Kneel down and take those off of me, too, Mrs. Gee.' Karl was smiling smugly at her.
Feeling her mind in a daze, Joanna knelt on the carpet and untied his shoes.
She quickly took them off, then peeled his socks off, leaving him barefooted.
Karl solicitously patted Joanna on her head as if she were just a dog.
'That's a good girl. Now, take them over and put them on the floor at the foot of that big bed over there.'
Joanna was becoming excited just from the act of obeying Karl. For some reason, being humiliated was arousing her body. She knew that he was going to use her sexually, but she no longer cared. She was looking forward to the escape that sex would give her. She looked at his crotch and saw that it was growing larger as his prick started swelling.
'Well Mrs. Gee, we'll be getting to work pretty soon. But I'm worried that my jeans just might get wet too. We wouldn't want that, would we, Mrs. Gee?'
Joanna breathlessly whispered, 'No'.
Chuckling, he said. 'No, or course not. So you should probably take those off of me as well. But before you do, Mrs. Gee, I have a confession to make.
You see, I don't wear underwear. So when you take my jeans off, well, I'll be naked. You don't mind that, do you Mrs. Gee?' Karl was almost laughing as he watched her face.
Joanna's face was beet red, but she just shook her head, her body trembling with the excitement of being humiliated.
'Mrs. Gee, I asked you a question. You don't mind if I'm naked, do you?'
Joanna's voice was husky as she said 'No, I-I don't m-mind.'
Smiling, Karl said 'Well, I didn't think you would. You see Steve, some women don't want to help out. Some would be embarrassed and offended if you were naked. But women like Mrs. Gee here, they really help out a lot.'
'Mrs. Gee, I need to warn you of something first. You see, you are one good looking hot ass bitch, and because of that, my ole prick is getting big! So if you take my jeans off, you're gonna get an eyeful of my boner. Mrs. Gee, you don't mind me having a boner for you, do ya?' Karl's language was becoming more coarse, and Joanna was feeling more slutty as a result.
She shook her head, saying softly, 'No, Karl. I d-don't mind.'
'Don't mind what, Mrs. Gee? I wanna hear you say it.'
Conflicting feelings of shame and excitement shot through Joanna, but she said 'I d-don't mind that you h- have a b-b-boner, Karl!' It made her feel dirty to say such a thing, but the very feeling of wickedness inflamed the throbbing between her legs. The truth was that she could hardly wait to see what his throbbing prick looked like.
'That's good, Mrs. Gee. You may now take off my jeans and get a look at my prick!' His crude language continued to heat her body.
Joanna knelt on the carper in front of him and put her hands on the front snap of his jeans, her fingers brushing his hairy belly. She opened the snap and began pulling down his zipper.
'Careful, Mrs. Gee, you don't want to damage the product before you get a taste of it!' Karl laughed at her.
As she opened his jeans, the head of his prick appeared. It was silky smooth and there was a thin dribble of precum oozing from the tiny piss hole on the end. His prick shaft appeared as she continued pulling down the zipper. His prick was very thick and fat, the large vein underneath very visible.
The zipper was down all the way, and Joanna took the sides of his jeans and pulled them down off his hips. They fell away to his feet, revealing his naked cock, which was upthrust at a 45 degree angle and bobbing gently. His testicles hung underneath, and she knew they were filled with sperm which she would become intimately acquainted with.
She held his jeans as he stepped out of them.
