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This is the sixth "Joann" story. Just click on my name to see the others. Also, take a moment to send feedback. Let me know what you think of the stories.

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For the last three years, I've worked for a group of radio stations in a small market. The on-air part of the job is fantastic, but the best part of the job is off-air. That's when I can deal with our secretary, Joann. This woman is spectacular. I love Mexican women, but Joann is in a class by herself. 5' 6", brunette hair past her shoulders, big, brown eyes, 36C breasts, tight torso, sleek legs, and a sweet, round ass all wrapped in luscious light brown skin. She doesn't flaunt her looks, but she can't help the fact that her body begs to be fucked.

In the time we've worked together I've never done anything because she's married and I thought she was a "nice girl." Turns out I was wrong about that last part when I discovered she had been embezzling from the company. When I called her on it, she eventually let me fuck her to keep me quiet. I videotaped it and have used that tape to keep fucking her. I was blackmailing her, but the more I fucked her, the more she loved it. Guess she wasn't the "nice girl" I thought she was.

On Friday, I found out Joann's husband was leaving town for the weekend on business. That was my chance to get Joann to spend the weekend with me. The last part of the weekend I told you about was when I made Joann dress up in her high school cheerleader outfit. Now let me tell you about Saturday night.

I instructed Joann to put on a lacy black bra and panty set, black stockings and heels. She eagerly left to change, knowing she was about to get another fucking. While she was gone, I set up a video camera in the living room. Joann was about to become a porn star.

When she didn't return right away, I went looking for her. I found her in the bedroom admiring herself in front of a full-length mirror. She was definitely worth admiring. The black bra she was wearing barely contained her luscious tits. The black heels and hose made her legs look spectacular and the lacy panties accentuated her sweet, round ass. Joann always looked good, but being under my complete control seemed to bring out all of her sexuality. There was a fire in her eyes that showed she loved being my whore. She smiled as she saw me walk up behind her.

"Do you like what you see?" she cooed. "Is your cock ready for me?"

"Yes to both questions." I said as I wrapped my arms around her and fondled her breasts. "You've become such a good whore, Joann. I wish I had known earlier what a cock hound you are."

Just a few days earlier, she would have flinched at being called a whore. Now she just purred as I continued to play with her tits. Without letting go of her soft melons, I steered her out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the living room. When she saw the camera, she stopped and said, "Why do you want to tape it? Any time you want me, you can have me. Which would you rather do, fuck me or watch me on tape? Turn off the camera."

A little annoyed, I replied, "First of all, don't tell me what to do. In case you forgot, you're my whore. I'll do whatever the hell I want with you. The camera stays on. You know, I have some friends that would love to gangbang you. Would you rather do that?"

I could feel her body tense. She mumbled a soft, "No."

I smiled. "Good girl." Now I spoke to the camera, "This sweet little piece of ass is Joann. I've owned her for about a week. When I first got her, she didn't want to give it up. Now she can't get enough. She went from a nice girl to a whore in week. You love my dick, don't you, Joann?" Silence. "You're not this quiet when I'm fucking your brains out. Why don't you tell everyone some of the things you yell as I'm fucking you?" More silence. "I've got all day, Joann. We'll be here as long as it takes, so you might as well say it."

After another short silence, Joann said, almost in a little girl voice, "Fuck me as hard as you can. Your cock is like magic. I need your cum."

Looking directly at the camera I said, "Hmm…not much conviction in those words. But trust me, when I start hammering her, she can't hold back. The screaming and begging is unbelievable. And Christ, can she fuck! Let's take a tour of Joann's body to find out why I get such an immense hard on when she's around." As I was talking, Joann started squirming trying to get out of my grasp. "This is part of why I like her. She's feisty." I grabbed her chin with my right hand. "Starting with her face, look at those big, brown eyes. Her eyes light up like a kids' at Christmas when she sees my dick. And what about these lips? Full, soft, moist and made to suck cock. You love sucking cock, don't you Joann? You love my cum sliding down throat." She whimpered a bit and since she wouldn't say anything, I forced her to nod her head in agreement. "Good girl. Now let's examine her breasts." I squeezed her tits so hard she let out a small yelp. "Big and soft. What more could you want from tits?"

Suddenly, Joann found her voice, "Please stop. You know I'll be good to you. Please don't tape this."

"But I want a tape of us. Something to remember you when you're not around. Besides, you look so good on camera. This could be the beginning of a porn career."

Joann continued her pleading, "You can fuck me whenever you want. Why do you want a tape? Please don't do this. Please turn off the camera. Please."

"Wow! Please, please, please. That's very nice, but I can't. Think of the tape as a public service. You can give it to your hubby. You can have him watch it so he can learn how to fuck you the right way."

"No! Please!" She was trembling and starting to cry.

I continued talking to the camera, "Where was I? Oh yes, I left off with her tits. After her tits, you follow her body down to her tight tummy and sweet hips and then to the promised land, her incredible pussy. I'll get back to it in a minute, but let's move on to her legs. Long, sleek and they look fucking spectacular in hose. I love it when she wraps them around me as I'm slamming her box. And last, but not least…" I spun her around so her back was to the camera. "…look at the ass on this woman! Big, round, soft and perfectly smooth. It just begs to be screwed."

Since Joann was facing me, she put her head on my shoulder and kept crying softly. I stroked her hair until she quieted down. She looked up at me and murmured, "Sometimes you're so nice to me and sometimes you do something like this. Why?"

"Don't worry about it. Just think about the fucking you're about to get. You love the way I pound you. You need it. Am I wrong?"

She looked at me for a moment before she looked down and said, "No. I need your cock."

I turned her around to face the camera. "Now watch her become a whore before your eyes. Are you ready, Joann?" She just closed her eyes and didn't speak. I slid two fingers into her pussy and was surprised to find she was already getting wet. I didn't matter how I treated her, she just wants to be fucked. She started moaning and grinding her ass against my crotch as soon as my fingers were in her. "Tell the camera how good it feels. Tell me how much you love being fucked. Tell me which way you want it."

She hesitated, her mind telling her to fight me, her body telling her to let me do whatever the hell I want. We both knew her body would win. She gave in completely. Her moans grew louder as my fingers picked up speed and she finally cried out, "God…yes! It feels…mmmm…so damn good! I…yeeaahh…need a fucking!"

"Get on all fours, Joann. I want your pussy and your ass." My fingers slipped out of her hole as she quickly got on her hands and knees. I yanked my pants off and knelt behind her. Even though I'd been fucking it all week, Joann's ass still mesmerized me. I stared at that big, round piece of heaven until I became aware of her whining like a puppy.

She was looking over her left shoulder with a desperate look on her face. I'd never seen a woman who so desperately wanted to be hammered like a whore. She squealed, "Please fuck me!"

"Look at the camera, Joann." Now I spoke to the camera, "I told you she was a whore. This bitch can't help herself. She doesn't care that she's married; she'll fuck anyone. If you've got a hard on, bring it to Joann. She'll take care of you."

At that point, She tried to get up. "Let go of me!"

"Where the hell do you think you're going? I haven't even started with you!" I shoved her back down on all fours. "Now tell me how much you love this." I slammed my cock deep into her wet box.

Joann screeched and began to buck, yelling, "Stop! No!" She wasn't very convincing though. My cock was already winning her over. She slowly stopped struggling and started meeting my rhythmic thrusts. It wasn't long before she said (between the moans and groans), "You bastard…you're so fucking good!"

I had a firm hold of her hips as I watched my cock slide in and out of her warm, eager pussy. Joann's deep, throaty moans were becoming high-pitched squeals. That just made me harder and I pumped her more furiously. "Tell the camera how much you love it," I growled.

Every part of Joann's body was vibrating. It was hard for her to look steadily into the camera and speak, but she managed to sputter, "God…cum…yeeeeesssss…fuuuuuuck!" She was grunting, squealing and making sounds I'd never heard before. Her body seemed to be moving in every direction at the same time. Her pussy was clamped so tightly on my dick, I thought she might pull it off. Suddenly, her body tensed and she announced to the camera with a shriek, "I'm gonna cum!" Everything seemed to stop for a moment, then Joann threw her head back and howled as she shook violently from the orgasm that was crashing through her.

I could feel the cum practically boiling in my balls, but I wasn't done with her yet. I managed to pull my throbbing cock out of her sopping wet snatch. I pulled her cheeks apart and buried my hard on in her ass. She hadn't come down from her first orgasm, but the next was already beginning to shake her. "Ready for my cum, whore?"

"Fuck me…fuck my ass!"

I shoved a couple of fingers into her hungry box and feverishly attacked her clit. Her pussy came down on my fingers like a vice grip. We came together. While I shot my load deep into her tight ass, Joann let out a primal scream that took the paint off the walls. Not only was it the loudest I'd ever heard, but it went on forever. I swear to God, no one can fuck as good as Joann. That scream made me cum harder and longer than I ever had before. She eventually collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted and gasping for air. I slumped down next to her, drained of every drop of cum.

I didn't think it would be possible for sex to be better than that, but since I owned Joann and could do whatever I wanted, I was sure as hell going to try. The next memorable fuck was Sunday afternoon, but I'll tell you about it later. Just telling you this story has worn me out. I need a nap.
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