Training Bra

by J. W. McKenna

  “So you can molest me? Maybe even fuck me?” She had said it as a challenge, but she realized that's just what she wanted. Despite her fling on Tuesday, she needed more today. And she knew Dave understood her cravings.

  “Only if you want me to.” He stepped closer and touched her breast through her camisole top. She wanted to pull away but her body didn't let her. She stood there and let him stroke her breasts, his thumb sliding across her nipple, making her fight down a groan.

  “I think I need to check the fit of this bra,” he said.

  “Yesss,” she replied, her voice weak.

  “Or maybe this,” he said, the fingers of his left hand pressing against her panties through her skirt.

  “Oh god, Dave, you're making me into such a slut.”

  “Is anyone else fucking you?”

  “Uh....”

  “Your boss?” He was quick.

  “Yesss.” She found it difficult to lie to him.

  “Tell me.”

  Marti found herself describing the scene at the Peabody. Dave didn't seem the least bit jealous.

  “Well, maybe you are becoming a bit of a slut. Nothing wrong with that.”

  He took her arm and guided her to the back and into one of the dressing rooms. He slid the curtain closed and pressed her against the back wall. Marti was helpless to stop him, her body seemingly under the control of her underwear! Her nipples and clit tingled with every movement and she realized that's why she had stopped by tonight. It wasn't to buy a new bra—it was to see Dave, to feel his cock inside her.

  And to feel the slap of his hand on her breasts and bottom. He was the only one who understood her burning need.

  His left hand returned to rub against her pussy. Marti closed her eyes and let her legs sag apart. Suddenly, his right hand slapped her left breast and her eyes shot open as her endorphin levels jumped up.

  “Oh god!”

  “You like that, don't you?”

  “Yes.”

  He slapped her again and traded hands so he could slap her right breast.

  “Get your clothes off.”

  Her hands went at once to her camisole and yanked it over her head. She unzipped her skirt and let it puddle to the floor. She did not take off her underwear, however.

  Dave began to slap her breasts, harder and harder as Marti leaned back against the wall and cried out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” She was about to come when he suddenly stopped.

  She opened her eyes and he was smiling at her. “I have a new toy for you.”

  “What?”

  He left and returned a few seconds later. He held a riding crop in his hand! It made her heart flutter and her pussy seemed to grow even wetter. He didn't need to explain himself, he simply reversed his arm, elbow up, aimed the flap of the crop at her clit and gave her a sharp slap.

  “OH GOD!” Marti collapsed down onto the small bench seat, spots in front of her eyes. She had never before climaxed from having her pussy slapped and it was almost too powerful to handle.

  “Get up and bend over!” He barked and she struggled to obey.

  When she was braced against the wall, he started hitting her bottom with the crop, left and right, left and right, forcing cries from her even as she wanted him to hit her harder. But more than that, she wanted him to hit her on her breasts and pussy again.

  “Turn around!”

  She jumped up and turned around and he started hitting her breasts with the crop, stinging her and causing tears to fly from her eyes.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh god!”

  He stopped and she opened her eyes to see Dave unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock.

  “Pull your panties aside!”

  She reached down and yanked the gusset of her panties to the side and spread her legs. He stepped close and rammed his cock into her. She threw her head back and came at once. He started to thrust into her and pulled her toward him and reached around with the riding crop and began slapping her ass, punctuating every upward thrust of his hips.

  “God! Oh god! Oh my god!”

  She came again and then again before she felt his seed erupt into her. She hugged him tightly until he was completely spent. Dave slipped out and eased her down onto the bench.

  Now that her senses were beginning to return, Marti had questions.

  “Why ... why do I like that so much? The spankings, I mean. Did you do that?”

  “Well...” He seemed more talkative because he had just come. “Sort of. It doesn't affect all women like that. If they hated being whipped or spanked during sex, their Stunners wouldn't make them suddenly like it. It's more about bringing out a woman's inner desires, that's all.”

  “That's all! That sounds like quite enough.”

  “Just stop wearing them if you feel that way.”

  “Easy for you to say. Perhaps you should wear them.”

  “I'm a bra designer, and bras don't work on me.”

  “Well, wear the panties. I mean, what self-respecting inventor doesn't test his product himself?”

  “I doubt they'd work. I mean, they're made for women.”

  “At least try. No one has to know you're wearing women's panties under your pants.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe I will someday, just to satisfy you.” He stood up and zipped up. “Now, I think you were here to buy a new black bra? I saved one for you.”

  She snorted. “I should get a discount for fucking you.”

  He tipped his head. “How about ten percent?”

  “How about twenty?”

  He nodded. “Very well.”

  On the way home, her package firmly in hand, Marti thought about how strange her life had become. She had gone from a lonely, depressed girl into some sort of raving sex maniac! She wasn't sure which was better. But she knew which one was safer.

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  Chapter Seven

  On Friday, Marti left her Stunners at home in an effort to prove to herself that she was still in control. She realized it was a mistake the moment Steve walked in and smiled at her, his expression fading into puzzlement. It was as if she had turned down the volume on her sexuality and in her position, she needed all the sexuality she could offer.

  He nodded her into his office and said as soon as she closed the door behind her, “What's the deal? You seem depressed.”

  “I'm not wearing my special underwear today.”

  “Ohh, wash day?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Well, perhaps you'd better let me see what you have on, just to make sure.”

  She went through the motions, but she didn't feel very sexy. Perhaps she was missing the Stunners or perhaps she felt guilty. Or perhaps she had had enough sex for one week, thank you.

  He pressed her against the desk and hiked up her skirt to run his hand over her panties and she pretended to be excited—after all, wasn't this a dream come true? But her attention was on the framed photo on the cabinet behind his desk, showing Claire and his two beautiful, blond-haired children.

  That was when she realized how insidious her Stunners were. They took away her guilt. She was having an affair with a married man! She must stop this and go find a good man on her own, and not try to distract this man from his family! She struggled in his embrace.

  “Hey, what's wrong?” He pulled away.

  She pointed to the picture. “It's making me feel guilty, I guess.”

  He turned and flipped the picture on its face. “Don't worry about that. We have an agreement, remember?”

  Marti nodded. “Straight sex, no complications.” Without her Stunners on, she didn't feel as excited about their affair, but she tried to fake it.

  “Yeah. Let's meet at lunch again today.”

  “Uh, I can't. It's too soon.”

  Steve was disappointed. “Well ... shit.”

  “Don't worry. I'll be more myself on Monday.” She had already made up her mind to start wearing the Stunners regularly again. She didn't like t
his dishwater dull woman she had suddenly become.

  She pried herself loose and went to the door. “Don't worry, I'm just having an off day.”

  He nodded and said, “Sure.”

  As she sat at her desk, she realized just how important her Stunners had become in her life. She was becoming a slut and she didn't care as long as she kept wearing her high-tech underwear. That didn't sound like a good thing, but compared to the pale imitation of a woman she was now, it was far better.

  Marti could see now how effective Dave's product had become. Sure, women were in control, but how could they put this magic underwear aside once they've experienced sexual nirvana? She would wear them every day and so would just about every woman who tried them. Soon, thousands of women would be wearing their Stunners, acting out their secret fantasies and driving men wild in the process.

  Was that really such a bad thing?

  * * * *

  She wore her Stunners all weekend, even sleeping in them. She would only change them to gently wash them for the next time. She felt an urge to exercise, so she ran three miles on Saturday and two miles on Sunday. When she weighed herself, she had dropped three pounds.

  On Monday, she wore the black Stunners with a black skirt and a gray blouse. Steve loved it. As before, he made her unbutton her blouse so he could examine her bra and raise her skirt to rub his thumb against her clit. She became so hot, she lost control and pushed him back in his chair and unzipped his pants.

  “Hey ... what...?”

  His cock sprang free and she went down on it. She had never done that before and it drove him crazy. He seemed torn between feeling guilty and worried about getting caught right up until she made him squirt into her mouth and she swallowed every drop.

  “Oh my god,” he gasped. “That was incredible.”

  “I'll bet Claire doesn't do that for you,” she said, feeling very naughty.

  “No, no she doesn't. She says it's ... ooky.”

  She laughed. “Ooky?”

  “Yeah. She doesn't like the taste.”

  “I'll bet she doesn't like to be spanked, either.”

  “No, of course ... I mean, no, she doesn't.”

  “How about you? Do you think I'm too slutty?”

  “Oh no, you're just slutty enough!”

  And he was right. She was just slutty enough to get what she wanted. What was wrong with that?

  On Tuesday, Marti wore the white undergarments and gave Steve another blow job in his office. This time, he made her strip off her blouse first and she willingly complied. The risk involved only made her feel more alive, more sensual and she quickly brought him off. When she was done and zipped him up, he growled, “Tomorrow, the Peabody.”

  She nodded, her bottom and breasts suddenly tingling. An idea flowered in her mind and she spoke before she could stop herself. “First, I want you to buy something,” she said.

  Wednesday, in Room 456, Steve opened his briefcase to show her the riding crop he had just purchased. “I had to go all the way to the Upper West Side to get it. Apparently, horses aren't a big hobby in Manhattan.”

  Marti barely heard him. Her eyes were fixated on that strip of leather and she couldn't wait to feel it. “Slap my breasts,” she said, stripping off her blouse and showing off her blue Stunners.

  “Take off your bra.”

  “No! Slap me through it!”

  Steve obliged and she jerked from the sharp slap to her left breast. “Harder!”

  He struck her again and she shivered with delight and pain. “Again!”

  He hit her right breast and then her left. She stood there, trembling, feeling her orgasm rising up like a bubble from her loins into her stomach and up to her sore breasts. When her breasts became too tender, she spun around and thrust her Stunner-covered ass up and said, “Hit me!”

  Steve became a wild man, hitting her harder and harder and she rode along with every blow, crying out, feeling the climax swell inside her until it was ready to burst.

  “Fuck me!” She cried out and threw herself on the bed, yanking the gusset of her panties aside, offering herself to him.

  Steve unzipped his pants and his cock thrust out and he jumped on her. Being fucked with her underwear still on was a tremendous turn-on and as soon as she felt his hard tool slip inside, she climaxed so hard the lights seemed to go out. When she came to, he was thrusting hard and she came again. Wrapping her legs around him, she told him, “Slap my tits while you're fucking me!” and he did, sending her to the moon. He came inside her in a rush and she shivered and hugged him close.

  “My god, you are incredible!” he said a few minutes later, when their breathing had returned to normal.

  “I know. I'm a very bad girl.”

  “And you're okay with just sex?”

  “Yes.” It was true. As long as she was wearing her slutty Stunners. Was that all there was to her life now? To be a sex object for men such as Steve and Dave?

  As if in response, her brain answered: And what's wrong with that?

  Or maybe that was her Stunners talking.

  * * * *

  Friday night, after a week's worth of blowjobs and sex, Marti returned to her apartment exhausted but exhilarated. She stripped off her clothes, leaving on her Stunners, as usual, and dragged herself into the bathroom. She wanted a shower to wash off the sex that she and Steve had had that afternoon. She could still feel his sperm leaking into her panties, making her wet and horny all over again.

  She turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. But when she reached back to unclasp her bra, she hesitated. Shaking her head, she dropped her hands to her panties and started to pull them down. Again, her hands stilled.

  “This is crazy,” she said and yanked her panties down to her hips. Once again, she stopped. Slowly, she pulled them back into position.

  “Come on! I have to change my underwear!” It was like she was arguing with another part of herself, the sexy self. And the sexy self was winning.

  Marti reached in and turned the faucet until the water was just tepid. Wouldn't want to hurt her Stunners! Then she stepped in under the spray, underwear and all and began to wash up. Pulling her panties in front, she washed away Steve's seed and used a soapy hand to clean her pussy. She noted some stubble there and grabbed the razor and shaved herself, tugging her Stunners down to her thighs but did not take them completely off. She did the same thing for her breasts, pulling the bra aside to clean herself.

  When she stepped out, clean but with her damp undergarments clinging to her, she shook her head at how ridiculous she was behaving. Why had she done that? It made no sense.

  She went into the bedroom, still carrying her towel and stood over her underwear drawer. Picking up the red panties, she put a corner in her mouth as she quickly stripped off the wet ones, wiped the towel over her pussy and ass and stepped into the red panties within seconds. She repeated the process with her bra, never allowing more than a few seconds to pass before she had on her Stunners again. She took the wet clothes and hung them over the shower rod.

  There, they'll be ready again anytime I need them!

  She wore the bra and panties out into the living room and decided she didn't want to cook anything that night. A pizza would be good. She dialed the number for her favorite place, just three blocks away and ordered a veggie pizza.

  Forty minutes later, when the doorbell rang, Marti got up to answer the door without putting on her robe. It was as if her mind didn't think there was anything wrong with it. When she opened the door, the young pizza boy was startled to say the least. He nearly dropped the box and his eyes bulged out. She recognized him as Sam, who had delivered to her many times before. He was about twenty, with short blond hair and a spray of acne across his chin.

  “Ms. Andrews! Uh...”

  “Come in, Sam. I'll get your money.”

  He stumbled in and closed the door behind him. “Uh, okay ... but ... don't you think you should put something on? I mean...”

  She l
ooked down at herself with some surprise and noted how good her red underwear looked. “Oh, this? I was just too hot, I guess.” She found her purse and pulled out some bills. “You like them?”

  “Uh, sure!”

  “How much do I owe you?”

  “Uh ... fourteen seventy-five.”

  She handed him fifteen dollars. “That's all the cash I have, but it's not much of a tip, is it?”

  “Oh, that's okay, Ms. A. Looking at you is tip enough!”

  “Nonsense.” She dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard and she couldn't wait to taste it.

  He tried to step back but she grabbed his belt. “Ms. Andrews! What are you doing!?”

  She looked up. “Don't you want a tip?”

  “Well, yeah, but...”

  Marti already had his cock out and dove on it. After that, Sam seemed to lose any objections. Within two minutes, she had him squirting into her mouth and he gasped out his gratitude.

  “Thanks, Ms. A, that was ... that was...”

  She tucked him back into his pants and zipped him up. “Happy to help out, Sam.”

  She walked him to the door and saw him out. He was still sputtering when she closed the door. She licked her lips and said, “Hmm, young sperm—nothing like it!”

  Marti turned to her pizza, which also was delicious.

  After wearing her Stunners all weekend, changing them quickly as before, Marti was beside herself on Monday. As soon as Steve stepped from the elevator, she followed him into his office without a word and quickly stripped off both her blouse and skirt, showing him her black Stunners. Then she pushed him back in his chair and unzipped his pants.

  “Marti! Wait!”

  She couldn't wait. And, like Sam, once she had his hard cock in her mouth, he seemed to forget any objections he may have had. She seemed eager to drain him and teased his cock until he exploded, biting down on his hand to keep from crying out. She swallowed every drop and sat back, feeling her equilibrium returning.

  “My god, Marti—we have to be more careful! People will begin to notice!”

  “I'm sorry—I just had to have you.” She found her clothes and began putting them on. “Want to meet at the hotel today?”