0 comments/ 143476 views/ 12 favorites Office Slut By: fadinglory_uk The office he showed them into was large and airy, having big plate-glass windows on two sides. It was near the top of the twenty-storey building and had spectacular views over London; on a fine morning like this the Thames gleamed through the landscape like a silver serpent, distance and the sun lending it a beauty that was singularly lacking from up close. The office was furnished luxuriously but simply with a large teak desk, the top inset with black leather; Bauhaus chairs and against the wall facing the desk, a large Biedermeier cabinet which must have been worth a small fortune. The room was flooded with pearly early-morning sunlight and both men, having taken an unusually cursory glance at the room, gazed fixedly at the one incongruous object; a hugely oversized dog-basket in front of the desk, in which a sleeping form reposed under a grey fleece blanket. All that could be made out was a curved body, a fall of bright hair, and leading from under the blanket, a silver chain which was clasped to a thick steel staple hammered into the top of the front right-hand leg of the desk. The brutality of the baldly industrial-looking metal loop contrasted strangely with the elegance of the rest of the room. The man whose office this was gestured at the sleeping woman and smiled at his companions. 'Yes, friends, this is the office slut - my personal slut, in fact, but I lend her out to all my contacts as a matter of course...' His guests exchanged quick, furtive glances. They'd heard about their host's singular perk of course but not, until now, really believed it. 'We had quite a party last night in fact,' he continued, as he went up to the cabinet. 'It's why the slut hasn't woken up yet. She was well and truly and most thoroughly used...' As he opened the cabinet doors, the men caught glimpses of racks of implements - polished leather, gleaming metal, cuffs and chains. Their host withdrew a stout leather paddle and slapped it gently against his hand, as if testing its strength. 'It's not surprising she's still sleeping it off...' he went on. 'She did very well and as I'm pleased with her performance I won't be punishing her for her laziness in failing to greet us this morning. But enough is enough...' Covering the distance from the cabinet to the basket in two quick strides, he twitched back the blanket with his left hand and delivered a resounding thwack to the slut's round and naked arse with the other. The men laughed, their eyes fastening greedily on the woman now exposed to their gaze, as she started awake with a jump of alarm, the chain jingling musically as she sat up abruptly, sleep still heavy on her and evidently not quite yet aware of where she was and who was with her. She was not totally naked, as the men had perhaps expected her to be. As she sat up and the blanket fell away, it was revealed to them that her body was partly encased in a black satin corset, which cinched her waist tightly and raised her breasts whilst leaving them largely exposed. The corset also suspended seamed black stockings, although the seams were twisted now and the stockings were laddered. On her arms she wore long black satin opera gloves. The blackness of the corset, gloves and stockings served to emphasise not only the creamy whiteness of her skin but also her extreme nakedness where she was not covered; her soft, pink and cleanly-shaven cunt, her pale arse and the tops of her thighs. What transfixed the men's gaze in particular was the silver chain clasped to the desk which, it was now apparent, was at the other end attached to a small ring piercing the slut's clitoris. She sat with her thighs spread and they could not help but stare at the delightful picture, their cocks twitching in anticipation. How they envied their host - to have a woman like this chained to his desk for use as when and how he wanted... The slut sat there in her basket quietly, her eyes modestly cast down, awaiting her Master's pleasure and attention. 'How are you this morning, my dear?' he now asked her. 'I am fine, thank you, Sir' she replied. 'And is there anything you need before you start work for the day?' he asked. The two spectators listened intently. 'I need to piss, Sir' said the slut, in the same modest and well-educated tones. The sound of the rather base word on her lips, spoken in that very refined accent, carried a strong erotic charge; their cocks hardened still further. How sweet to make whatever use they chose of a woman like that; a woman who in the normal way of things would barely give them the time of day. Even sweeter was what happened now; their host went again to the cabinet and withdrew from it a large enamelled bowl, which he placed on the floor in front of his slut's basket. 'You may piss, my dear', he said, and turning to his guests went on, 'She is allowed the use of the bowl first thing every morning, unless she is in need of punishment of course; but after that she will be catheterised for the rest of the day and the free end of the tube will be fixed into her mouth.' Meanwhile the slut had climbed out of her basket and knelt over the bowl placed on the floor for her use. As if unaware of her audience and their devouring eyes, she started pissing, aiming the golden stream into the bowl with the ease of long practise. 'Stop - hold it right there!' suddenly commanded her Master. Obediently and impressively, the slut clenched her muscles and the flow stopped in midstream. 'I feel the need to piss myself, slut - wait until you've attended to me' he said, as he unzipped his fly and walked towards his creature. She unrolled the gloves from her arms, still kneeling over her bowl all the while, and laid them carefully beside her on the carpet. Then she reached into his trousers and withdrew his cock, fastening her soft pink mouth around it. As the guests watched, her Master began pissing into her mouth and, stroking her hair, gave her permission to resume her own flow. The slut sighed her relief even as she swallowed avidly, drinking down her Master's piss as though it was sweet water. When they had both finished, the Master zipped himself up again and motioned to his guests to sit. 'My slut has not had a bath yet and before you use her I would like her to clean herself up a bit. She took on half-a dozen of my colleagues last night and her cunt and arse are still full of their cum.' He walked to the desk and unclasped the chain from the heavy steel staple. Winding it tightly around his wrist, he jerked on it twice and, wincing slightly, the slut rose to her feet. She picked up the bowlful of piss and her Master led her through a door in one of the walls. Shortly the men heard the sound of running water. While the Master oversaw his slut's ablutions, the men waited impatiently in the main office. They'd have been happy enough to use the woman in her unwashed state. In fact, the thought of her cunt and arse still awash with many men's cum was almost unbearably desirable. The sexual tension in the office ratcheted up with every moment that passed. To make good use of the time, the younger of the two wandered over to the cabinet and examined its contents, every so often taking out an object - a whip, a pair of nipple clamps - and exclaiming over them to his colleague. The older man smiled - toys were not his thing - but he was looking forward, with some urgency now, to a good fuck, something he hadn't had in quite a while. At last the Master reappeared, leading his slut by her chain as before. She was rosy from her bath and now attired in a brief black garter belt and new black stockings, but nothing else. As before, and perhaps even more so now, the few garments, garments designed to be hidden under other clothes, merely served to emphasise her nakedness and vulnerability. The guests could barely contain their impatience as their host fastened the chain once more to the staple in the desk leg. Turning to the slut, he lifted her onto the desk and gently pressed her down so that she was lying on her back, her head barely supported at one side, her legs hanging down over the other. It was not a very comfortable position to be in - her back was arched and taking the strain - but the slut lay there obediently as she had been placed. The Master then took leather cuffs from the cabinet and clasped them around her wrists and ankles. Using short lengths of chain, he fastened her wrists through D-rings on the cuffs to staples at the tops of the legs of the desk, hidden from the men's view, pulling her arms taut. Her ankles he drew up and attached the same way so that her legs were pulled wide apart, her knees bent. The tethering was not necessary; the slut would have lain there and submitted to her Master's will, whatever it was that he required of her and no matter whom he allowed to use her nor in what fashion. However not only did the fact that she was chained there and unable to escape add to the men's excitement, lending an edge of rape and violation to their actions, but of course it added to the slut's own excitement, the chains freeing her from any responsibility for her behaviour. She was not choosing to fuck these men, they were being imposed on her and the chains meant that no matter what she did with them, it was clearly not by her will that she was so used. Her back still arched, she lay passively, her cunt splayed open to their gaze and the chain looping its way down her crack and thence back up to the top corner of the desk. Her head flung back, she could not really see her visitors, but she knew of course that they were examining her intimately, scrutinising every fold of flesh, the point where the gold ring pierced her clitoris, the shining wetness of her cunt, the puckered ring of her anus. Despite her many such experiences, she still felt a flush of humiliation rise hotly under her skin and wondered if she would ever really get used to this treatment. She thought not; but also, deep inside, knew that her Master never wanted her to get used to it. She knew his pleasure was made all the more piquant by her shaming and that he revelled in the humiliations to which he subjected her, as indeed did she. The younger man asked if he was allowed to make use of the toys in the cabinet and she heard her Master give his consent. The man went back to the cabinet and selected a crop, swishing it through the air a few times to get the feel of it. Although he'd fantasised about using such a thing, this was the first time he'd ever had one in his hands. He stepped up to the desk, stroking the crop through his fingers and wondering where to strike. Really there was no question - it had to be the nipples... The slut had large round breasts, tipped with neat brown nipples and slightly swollen milky brown areolas. How he wanted to see red weals appear on her creamy white skin and know that he had inflicted them... Taking careful aim, he struck hard, the looped tip of the crop catching the slut on the right nipple. She bucked and whimpered and he struck again, aiming for the left this time. Again she cried out although evidently she was trying to smother her cry. At this he laid on with greater abandon, determined to make her scream and cry out uncontrollably. As he struck harder and harder, crossing his cuts so as to make a pattern of red lines appear all over her tits, he found her response very gratifying. She couldn't move much, but she was wriggling nevertheless, desperately trying to avoid the fall of the crop, moving her body in a futile attempt to evade him which simply served to increase the severity of the punishment he meted out. At the same time her cries became louder and more breathless, ragged sobs and occasional loud screams punctuated by the rhythmical swish and crack of the crop. The Master kept a careful eye on his property, judging her limits, watching the increasing flow of wetness from her cunt, until he felt she had had enough and called a halt. The other man had approached while the slut was receiving her punishing treatment at the hands of the younger man, fascinated by the visible signs, despite her cries and struggles, of her increasing excitement. He could clearly see and smell the flow of her juices glistening on her thighs and as the Master called a halt to the flogging, he seized his chance to bury his face in her cunt. The taste and aroma were exquisite, particularly to a man who'd been deprived of such sights, tastes and scents for rather longer than he cared to recall. The slut loved his attentions and was thrusting herself towards his eager mouth, careless of what the others might think of her abandoned behaviour. As the older man licked, sucked and nibbled she purred her contentment and uttered a slight moue of disappointment as he stepped back from her in order to remove his trousers. Under the desk there was a platform that when pulled out raised him to exactly the height he needed in order comfortably to be able to thrust his cock into her dripping cunt. This he now did with no more ado and the slut sighed her pleasure as her cunt was filled and repeatedly pumped by the stranger's cock. The others watched, the younger man still not quite believing that this woman could be so complaisant in her Master's service as to submit so readily to the whims and demands of total strangers. But the evidence was there before him and his ears were full of the slut's little moans and cries of pleasure and the jingling of the chain that still tethered her by her clitoris to the desk. The older man tried to take his time but it was all too much for him. Fairly soon he came, thrusting hard and grunting as he filled the slut's cunt with his cum. He fell heavily across her body but after a few seconds in order to recover himself, made way for his companion. The younger man had taken up the nipple clamps he'd removed from the cabinet earlier and asked the Master if he would apply them. The slut lay there panting, her nipples swollen from their earlier cropping, and when the Master fixed on the clamps she screamed. The clamps were joined by a long length of chain and the younger man asked if the slut could be turned onto her front so that he could sodomise her more easily. When she'd been repositioned to his fancy, moaning as her clamped nipples came into contact with the leather of the desktop made hot and sticky with her sweat, he pulled the chain over her head so that he could keep a grip on it and use it as reins while he fucked her arse. The tight ring of her anus was already slippery with juice from her cunt and he pushed his hard cock against it with some force. Anal sex was something that he'd fantasised about for years but his wife would never let him try it and this was his first time. The slut moaned but relaxed her muscles, letting him in for her Master's sake. Despite her practise at being used this way and her skills at relaxing her sphincter muscles, the rough force which the young man was using hurt her and his entry was abrupt and painful, ripping a cry from her. Oblivious to her distress he pressed on, sinking the thick length of his cock deep inside her and then thrusting hard with no gentle build-up of pressure. As he thrust, he jerked on the chain, pulling at the nipple clamps so that the slut cried and gasped as sharp, searing pains pierced through her tender breasts. Her one consolation was knowing that the more she suffered on her Master's account, the greater would be the pleasure and satisfaction she would afford him. He might then reward her and allow her to do what she most wanted to do, which was to offer him some of the same attentions and opportunities she now offered his guests. And so she mused, her anus become slack with the thrusting of the man who now grew and throbbed and came within her. He pulled away from her, swatting her arse as his cock popped out eliciting one last moan from her, and strode round to the front of the desk. 'Suck me clean, whore' he commanded and obediently the slut opened her mouth for him and licked her shit and a trace of blood from his still tumescent cock. As she ministered to him with her mouth, he turned to her Master and said, 'You know what I'd really like? To have her drink my piss the way she drank yours...' The Master smiled and shrugged his shoulders. 'My slut is at your disposal, gentlemen. Use her as you wish.' The younger man needed no further telling. Although his cock was still semi-hard he managed to start pissing and obedient to her Master's will, the slut drank the acrid yellow flow, swallowing it down without a murmur. The older man watched, turned on but disapproving. His younger colleague was acting like a kid in a sweetshop, he thought, wanting to try all the goodies at once, overcome with sheer greed. He had no thought at all for the woman he was using. Perhaps it's sentimental of me, he thought, but I couldn't use any woman the way he's using her, particularly not one who gave me such an enjoyable fuck and who has such a delightful cunt... My colleague has no finesse. He exchanged glances with his host. The Master gave a minute gesture with his hands as if to say, these things happen, you and I know better but after all, that's what she's there for... And the young man finished pissing and shook the last few drops from his cock into the slut's face. Their host walked towards the desk and rang for his secretary. 'We're finished in here, Elisabeth, would you please call in and accompany my guests down to the boardroom?' Idly he stroked the slut's hair as he addressed the two men. 'Elisabeth will bring you some coffee and I'll join you in a few minutes'. A knock at the door announced the secretary's arrival. Smiling at the two men, she said, 'If you'll just come with me...' and led them out of the office. The younger man followed without a backward glance; the older man turned and almost spoke but, thinking better of it, turned back and followed the others out of the room. He'd wanted to express some sort of thanks but really it was impossible to find the appropriate words. The Master and slut were left alone together. Gently he unfastened the chains and cuffs from her wrists and ankles but left the chain that still tethered her by the clitoris to his desk. Holding her by the waist he eased her off the desk and back into her basket, where he covered her solicitously with the grey fleece blanket. 'Rest for a while, my dear', he said. 'I'll get rid of our guests in an hour or so and then you and I can enjoy ourselves in private'. Squatting down beside her, he slipped a finger into her oozing cunt and ran it up and down her slit and around her swollen clitoris. 'I enjoyed your performance very much, slut' he told her, as she moaned and responded to his touch, pressing her shameless cunt against his fingers, wanting more. 'Be patient, little one, you'll get your reward' he chided, removing his hand and slipping his fingers into her mouth. Avidly she sucked on them, tasting her cunt and the older man's cum. 'And remember...' he told her, looking into her eyes and commanding her with his gaze, 'you are NOT to touch yourself or cum but wait until I return.' The slut nodded, her mouth still full of his fingers. The admonition was unnecessary. All that she was, all that she did, belonged to him, her pleasure most of all. It was his to give and his to take away. As he left her in peace, she snuggled back down in her basket, her hands obediently pillowing her cheek and nowhere near her aching, dripping cunt. She drifted back into slumber, the weals on her skin throbbing gently, reminding her of her servitude, badges demonstrating her outstanding performance of her duties. Of course she would wait for him. She would wait forever if necessary. She would do whatever he told her and she would wait for as long as it pleased him... for her ultimate pleasure was gained simply in submission to his will. Office Slut Being the chief of security at a major retail company I have to oversee everything that is going on in the company. As I watched the security monitors something caught my eye. I had to look twice but it was definitely some porn being watched by one of the employees. The security camera was in such a position that the monitors of the admin personnel were clearly visible. I took the tape recording out of the machine and went to the relevant employee's cubicle. When I entered the cubicle I was surprised to see that it was a female employee working on that computer. She looked up from her monitor and was startled to see me standing in front of her table. I could see that she was uncomfortable with me being there and I knew that she was probably still watching porn. I asked her to follow me to the meeting room because I had something to discuss with her. When she got up to follow me I realized how pretty she was. She was about 5 foot 2 inches tall and had a great toned body. She had great legs and you could see that she kept herself in good shape. She had strawberry red hair that was hanging over her shoulders. She had on a short green mini dress and white polo neck trouser. Underneath her sweater you could see that she had a great set of tits, at least a 36C. Her nipples seemed to be big as well because you could clearly see them poking through the fabric of her clothes, probably from the arousal of the porn she has been watching. As we entered the meeting room I couldn't help but notice her fine ass. I thought to myself that I could do with a piece of that ass. That is when I changed my plan from giving her over to the management to having some fun with her. We sat down at the table and she introduced herself as Mary, a twenty four year old admin clerk. Immediately when I introduced myself as Jason Caan, Head of Security she got a frightening look on her face. I didn't wait long to explain to her why she was here and she instantly started to cry. I told her that company policy doesn't allow her to watch porn at the office and I have to report it to management. She looked up at me with her tear filled eyes and asked me if there wasn't anything she could do to make the tape disappear. My dick instantly got hard in my pants and I had to shift in my seat to make it less painful. I asked her what she had in mind and she said to me that I can ask her to anything that I want and she will do it. That did it. I told her to go and lock the door first and then we can further the discussion on what to do. Knowing all the locations of the camera I knew that we couldn't get caught in the board room. I told her to come over to the desk and bend over it. She looked confused and hesitant but saw the tape in my hand and started moving to the desk. After I had her bend over I stood up and moved behind her. I asked her if she knew that she have been bad and needed to be punished. She just nodded. I gave her left ass cheek a big slap and she jumped up in pain. I pushed her down on the table and held her in place. I gave her other cheek a slap as well. Again she tried to get up. I told her to keep still and receive her punishment like the slut she was. I started to give her a hiding and didn't stop until my hand was red and in pain. She started to sob again. I asked her what was wrong and she said her ass hurts from all the abuse. I said that I will make the pain go away. I got hold of her skirt and pulled it down her legs. I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any panties. I opened her legs a little bit to get access to her clean shaven pussy. Her ass cheeks were red from my assault on them and it made my dick even harder seeing this beautiful woman in my total control. I opened my zipper and took out my now rock hard penis. It was standing at full attention. She turned her head around and saw my dick. She gasped and said something about the biggest cock she has ever seen. I pushed her down again and positioned my cock at her pussy entrance. I slid my cock head up and down over her slit and was amazed at how wet she was. I pushed forward and entered her slowly. She again gasped and said that my ten inch cock won't fit. I then proved her wrong by pushing into her with force. I got in about seven inches when she started screaming. I quickly closed her mouth. I must say that it was the tightest pussy I had in a while. I pulled out completely and then slowly entered her again. This time it wasn't as tight as she stated to relax. I started to pump in and out of her with long strokes every time filling her up with more of my cock. While I was fucking her I asked her if she love to watch porn on the internet. She just mumbled a yes. In no time at all I had her moaning with every stroke. She took her one hand and fondled her tit through her sweater. Her other hand was furiously working on her clit. I pumped her for another three minutes when she suddenly started to rock from her first orgasm. I didn't want to cum yet and pulled out of her. I saw her small butt hole and thought that it will be appropriate punishment for her crime. I took my middle finger and pushed it into her pussy to scoop some of her juice onto it. I smeared her hole with her juices and before she could recover from her orgasm and figure out what was about to happen I pushed my head into her anus. Her ass was tighter than her pussy but it didn't stop me. I pushed harder and eventually I had my whole dick buried inside her. I started to fuck her ass with more vigor than I did her pussy. I fucked her with long hard strokes and every time my balls slapped against her pussy she would give a small whimper. While I fucked her ass I started to play with her clit. She must have love the attention because it didn't take long for her to reach her second orgasm. When she started to spasm I couldn't hold back anymore and shot my load into her ass. I pulled out and shot two strings of cum onto her back and over her blouse. We were both exhausted and I sat down in the chair. She asked me if she can go and get cleaned up. I still wanted a blow job from her but decided to leave it for another day. I explained to her that she will be punished more severely if she was caught surfing porn again. She just laughed and walked out of the room. I couldn't believe it when I watched the monitor the next day and saw her looking at porn again. What a slut, I thought to myself. Office Slut You sit at your desk, my open door behind you and closed. You are the picture of a demure woman, skirt at the knees, white blouse buttoned up to the neck, blue blazer on top of that. Your hair in a bun on the back of your head and a triple strand of pearls around your neck. You're typing when you hear me call out. "Lacey?" You stand and start to walk to the door. "Lacey?" You look at me as you walk into my office. "Yes Mr. Bouton?" "Lacey, I need to make sure everything around this office is ready, we have a new client coming in this morning and if we land this account, we'll be set for the last quarter of this fiscal year. You know I'm depending on you to make sure these folks are happy. Coffee, bagels in the conference room, cold water in the fridge, you know the drill." "Yes Mr. Bouton, I'll take care of everything." "Good, I knew I could count on you, Lacey, you're very efficient, which is why I hired you. You turn to leave and I pause for a second to admire the swish of your ass as you leave the room. Your heels are reminiscent of a 40's style shoe, and are very sexy considering that your stockings have the light pattern of flowers climbing up your legs. I shake my head and get back to work. No time to even think about it, there's way too much prep to get done before the meeting at 10. The meeting came and went, successful as always and the company would break earning records this year, for sure. Not bad for an indie operation with only 3 people under me. The long work has paid off and now its time to relax a little. Walking up the hallway, I notice you sitting at your desk. The way you're angled, typing on the computer, I can't help but notice that your legs are slightly spread. The sight before me is incredible, your stockings stop in the middle of your thigh and you're wearing garters under your skirt and your panties are pink and very sheer! I glanced up at you as I walked and you were still typing so I looked again. Your legs closed slowly and as I walked up to your desk, you smiled at me and asked if there was anything else. "No, its almost lunch, so if you want to go early, go ahead." "I'll stay around, I have some stuff to take care of." "Ok, I'm going to head down the street for a little bit, nobody's coming by so I'll lock up on the way out." As the door locks, you keep typing and working. After about 15 minutes, you stop. You walk up the hallway to the door, making sure it is locked, and walk back to your desk. Sitting in the chair, you slide up your dress and lean back. The twitch in your pussy has been driving you wild for hours. You're so horny you can't stand it and since you have a little convenient time, you decided to go for it. Leaning your head back, you start to fantasize, fingers unbuttoning your blouse, freeing your breasts from their prison-like bra, exploring your body. Your hands stroke your hard nipples through your blouse and quickly find their way down to your panties. Brushing the sheer silk fabric to the side, you slide your finger into your damp pussy. Your finger strokes your clit and you start to move your hips with the motion. You're so into it, your orgasm is quick. The power of it causes you to shake and you almost knock some of the things off your desk. You take a few moments to compose yourself and straighten up your clothes. A little spray of Febreeze on your chair hides your scent and you retire to the bathroom to freshen your makeup and make sure everything is as it was before lunch. Later that afternoon, I stroll back into the office. You greet me warmly and smile as I walk into my office. Sitting down, I boot up my computer, recall a video file and sit silently for a few moments. "Lacey?" "Yes, Mr. Bouton?" You reply as you walk into my office. "Did you have a good lunch?" "Yes Sir, I did. I got quite a bit taken care of." I turned the screen around so you could see. "I'm sure you did. I am sorry, but I forgot to tell you about the new security cameras that have been installed in the building." You watched the screen as you sat at your desk in the lower corner of the video, one leg propped on the seat of your chair, the other on your desk and your hand stroking your clit in a replay of what happened less than an hour ago. "I want you to know, everything is alright" I said as I stood and unzipped my pants. "You should come over here and take care of things correctly." I pulled out my rock hard cock and motioned for you to come over. You licked your lips and knelt before me. Taking me in your hands, you stroked me and asked "what about the cameras in here?" "There aren't any cameras in my office, now suck me." You lowered your mouth to my cock, teasing me with your tongue. Sliding more and more of me into your mouth, you held my balls in your hand while your lips touched the base of my throbbing cock. Licking and sucking, your head moved back and forth as my hips moved with you, fucking your mouth slowly. "Damn, baby, I got so hot watching you take care of yourself. I always thought you were a closet freak, but your appearance was very deceiving." You leaned back and looked up at me while you stroked my cock, "Business is business, fun is fun, I don't mix the two, because I end up wanting more fun!" "Well, you're going to get more fun from me, that's for sure!" I pulled you up and sat you on the edge of my desk. Pulling my chair up, I sat down and slid your skirt up your thighs. "Your legs are beautiful, and I know your pussy is nice." "Taste me and then fuck me, Mr. Bouton." I pushed aside your sheer pink silk panties and attacked your clit with my tongue. Sliding my fingers inside your already wet pussy, I kept up a steady pace on your hard clit. Sucking and licking you until I felt your thighs tense up. You started to cum on my face as I licked and sucked you. Kissing your throbbing pussy, I tasted the juices flowing from you. As I stood up, you shed your blazer. I unbuttoned your blouse and pulled your bra down, freeing your wonderful breasts. Kissing and sucking your hard nipples, I couldn't wait to get inside you. Raising up, I noticed your pearls. I slipped them off your slender neck and saw that they were one very long strand of pearls. I sat back down and slid them into your hands. "Put these inside your pussy and pull them out very slowly for me." "Mr. Bouton, I've never done anything like that before." "Do it, I want to watch you pull those sexy white pearls out of your hot pink pussy." You started slowly putting the yard long strand of pearls into your sweet, wet pussy. Eventually, the whole strand was inside you. Gently, you tugged the strand and it started flowing out of you, one pearl at a time. Angling the strand, you slid each one of those pearls across your pearl of a clit while I pulled and tweaked your hard nipples and played with your beautiful breasts. Before you were even half way through the set, you had your second orgasm. The final pearls brought on your third and you squirted a little as you came. I stood between your legs and you spread wide for me. I grabbed the sheer fabric of your panties and pulled them, ripping the silk from your pussy. Stroking your still orgasming clit with the head of my throbbing cock, I slid inside you slowly. Your wet, tight pussy taking me deep inside. You moaned even louder as I started fucking you. Deeper and deeper with every stroke. Your hands pulled at your nipples and you lay back on my desk with your mouth open, moans coming every breath. I grabbed your ankles and lifted your legs straight up. As I pounded your tight pussy, my balls slapped against your ass with every stroke. Smacking your ass lightly, I kept fucking you. "Oh, Mr. Bouton, fuck me harder. I want to explode again." I couldn't stand it, your words urging me, I wrapped your legs around my waist and grabbed your shoulders as I pounded away at your sopping pussy. The squirting soaked my cock and balls as you exploded again all over me. I was so close to exploding, but I wanted something more from you. Your skirt was bunched around your waist, your panties had ended up on the windowsill, your breasts were heaving as you breathed, your blouse and blazer on the floor on the other side of my desk. You were the image of a freshly fucked woman, but I wasn't done yet. I pulled your mouth to my cock. "I need to cum now, Lacey." "Yes Mr. Bouton. I'll be very good and you'll cum very well for me." Your mouth moved on my cock, but I pulled back. Grabbing your breasts, I slid my cock between them. You rocked back and forth as I slid in and out of your breasts, your own juices sliding all over my cock and your tits. Your mouth opened and took me in when I got close, licking and sucking the swollen, purple head of my cock. I started to explode, the orgasm rushing up from my balls and I pulled from between your breasts. You reached up and stroked me with both hands, watching the head of my cock as the cum spewed out. Gobules and droplets showered your lovely breasts and flew into your mouth. You leaned over and took me in your mouth to suck me dry. My orgasm causing my hips to buck back and forth, you stroked and sucked until I was drained! We stood and started to get ourselves back together. Watching you lick a particularly large droplet of cum from your nipple, I was aroused again, but there was no time. We had another meeting in 15 minutes, and I needed to get ready. "I think we need to start taking our lunch together every day, is that alright with you?." "Yes, Mr. Bouton, whatever you say." You smiled and swayed your sexy ass as you walked back to your desk. I tucked the still damp and torn silk panties in my pocket, reminding myself to stop by the best store I could find to replace them and to get you some more! Office Slut I drank the coffee my boss left on my desk this morning. It seemed an unusual gesture, but I took it to indicate that there might be an increasing familiarity between us, just a bit of human warmth would be welcome. Now I think of the coffee with a different mind, and with a certain ambivalence. It's just that it marks the place when I started to feel different. Physically, I don't think I've ever felt such a surge of lust, preceded by no conscious thought or stimulation. My clitoris is tingling, and it feels like it is swelling. I can imagine what it might be like to be a man, with an incipient erection. Yes, it is actually swelling and throbbing. I'm not touching it. I'm not having a sexual fantasy. Yet my pulse is quickening and so is my breathing. Lewd thoughts are beginning to distract me. I can't concentrate on my work at all now, and my mind is racing with images of penetration, straddling enormous cocks, bending over while being taken forcefully by anonymous rapists, anything that represents the simple raw fucking of my cunt that I am beginning to crave desperately. My desires have overtaken me, and I think at last that I must go to the restroom, where I can masturbate and relieve the turmoil of my mind. I get up and walk, as naturally as I can manage, toward the ladies' room. I can feel the slipperiness of my outer labia as I walk. My panties are sticking to my vulva. Each step sends a little jolt of sensation through my clitoris as my legs move together and apart. If I can just make myself cum I will be alright. It's simply one of those moments when the sexual urges that you don't realise you have built up, come unexpectedly to the fore. This is what I tell myself as I close the cubicle door with haste and sit down on the toilet, reaching for the irresistible ache under my skirt. I run my fingers teasingly over the puffy labia enclosed in my tights, and gasp with delighted anticipation. Just as I begin to reach my hand into my tights, I am jolted from my reverie by the ringing of my mobile in my pocket. This is the way my boss normally contacts me if he wishes me to appear in his office. He doesn't like to use an intercom. I don't know why. So I have to check the phone, and it is him. I hastily attempt to gather my wits, and I answer the phone. Miss Preston, will you come in at once please? Yes, of course, Sir. I rush back to the office, trying to erase the flush from my face and the physical demand from my body. I knock and enter the inner office. Yes, Sir? I hear a click behind me, and look around. It's just the door Miss Preston. I would like to be sure that we have privacy for this particular procedure. Of course, Sir. I don't like to waste a lot of time on niceties when it can be better spent on achieving my more important aims. Do you agree? I don't know what he is referring to, but I feel I must agree, so I do. Come and stand in the centre of the room, please. Thank you. Why were you in the ladies' room, Miss Preston? I am startled now. I..I needed to use the toilet, Sir. What for? For...what?.....For...to um, I am embarrassed...to urinate, Sir How delightfully formal. But as I said, I don't want niceties. I want truth. And this is not the truth, is it? You went there for another reason, didn't you? My face is burning, and I don't know what to say. The door is locked, Miss Preston. Everything that transpires here is strictly between you and me. Unless, that is, I am forced to call in help to facilitate my wishes and your cooperation. I was completely flustered and beginning to be very alarmed. This was no ordinary encounter with my employer. What did he mean by locking the door? Tell me what you were doing in the toilet cubicle. Now. I just stared at him in horror, and all the while my clitoris was throbbing and my pussy was swelling. I couldn't stop it. You were beginning a masturbation session, weren't you? I gasped and bolted for the door, rattling the handle futilely. HA! I told you it was locked. What exactly are you trying to do? You will soon find, Miss Preston, that everything I tell you is the way it is and the way it will be. There is no escape from that fact and that reality. Now, I will ask you once more, what were you doing in the toilet? I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say. I still stood staring at him. Come over here now. I walked fearfully toward the desk. Come around to this side. I walked around to where he sat in his big padded office chair. I know what is happening to you, dear, because I engineered it. No matter how much embarrassment and humiliation you feel, and I certainly hope and expect that you will feel a lot of those things, you will also find yourself irresistibly driven by your own slutty dripping lust to fulfil my commands. You won't really be able to refuse because your body will be desperate for the things I have in store for it. That's a very powerful aphrodisiac I put in your coffee. I was trembling, suspended between the urge to run and the urge to lay myself in front of him and beg for a fucking. I could see there was no point in running, but I was terrified of what he would do to me. Now, if you do exactly as I tell you, you will experience the minimum of pain and the maximum of pleasure. There will be pain, I assure you. It is part of my pleasure. But certain kinds of pain will be used simply as incentives to force compliance. Others will be for fun. You might even learn to look forward to them. Bend over the desk...Do it! Now! Startled, I bent at the waist and laid the top half of my body across the side ell of his desk. Quickly, before I knew what was happening, he snapped a cuff around each wrist and attached them to a steel bar at the far edge of the desk. I squealed in fear and shock. Silence! He snapped, and slapped my ass with a sharp flick of his hand. Now, you will tell me what you were doing in the toilet...tell me...He smacked me again, harder, and I jumped. But I couldn't bring myself to speak the words. Miss Preston. You have a new name, which I will use when you are in here with me. You are a slut, I know it and you know it. Right Slut? I was becoming so aroused and confused that all I could do was say yes. Yes... Tell-me-slut-what-you-were-doing-in-the-toilet—he slapped my ass with each word. Then he lifted my skirt and pulled down my tights and pants and continued on my bare ass. I yelped and wriggled as the pain increased. Don't you ever come to this office again in tights. From now on you wear stockings and nothing else under your skirts. Your skirts are to be no longer than half way between your cunt and your knees. Is that understood? Answer with Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. He gave me another smack, as if to emphasise my agreement. Tell me now slut, as you are bound and helpless, if you don't want any further pain, what you were doing in the toilet. Let me help you, you repeat after me: I took down my panties and I was touching my pussy, sir. I took down my panties and I was touching my pussy, Sir. I gasped, as he slapped my bare ass. I felt the slippery wetness in my cunt and I wanted to make myself cum. I slipped a finger in and it felt so good. I repeated. I thought of many lewd things. I am so horny now that I will do anything for sexual gratification. Please do what you want with me. I reapeated. Please touch my wet cunt. Sir. I beg of you. Again, I repeated what he told me, my face burning with shame and my cunt burning with need. He slid his finger lightly along my slit, prodding into the wetness ever so slightly. I moaned and found myself pushing backwards, and he withdrew. Hold still, Slut. Don't you dare attempt to gain gratification unbidden. Now, keep talking: Please tease and punish me until I grovel, Sir, and make me your office Slut, to satisfy your every depraved wish. I repeated. Please fuck my cunt Sir, I am a desperate slut who needs your cock swabbing the inside of my slimy pussy until it milks you dry. I said what he asked, and then felt his finger spreading my juices, prodding my cunt lips delicately until I started to grind the desk top. He smacked me hard. Hold still! I can see you need some training before I can fuck you. This is most annoying, because my balls are like rocks and I need to fuck. I'm not pleased that I will have to delay my pleasure to teach you a lesson, but I suppose it has to happen. You're an ignorant slut who knows nothing of my ways and you must learn if you are to be any good to me. Punishment here is graded by severity. There are five levels. Each level has various tactics and methods that can be used, all of approximately the same degree of intensity and each level is suited to a different level of transgression. You can accumulate misdemeanours and be placed on a higher level of punishment if I wish to deal with you in that way. Also, each time I need to punish you, you will move up to the next level. So, now we start with level one. You will learn to comply, I assure you. He reached into the drawer next to where I was lying, and pulled out two more cuffs, which he attached to my ankles. He then clipped the cuffs, which were fitted with clasps, to screw eyes in opposite legs of the desk, so that my legs were fixed open, and I could hardly move. He reached in the drawer again and pulled out a short whip that looked like a riding crop. I squealed and squirmed, but was completely helpless. He also produced a ball gag and a jar of Vaseline. And put them on the desk where I could see them. This will keep you a bit quieter, Slut, while I punish you. I won't after all, be requiring your opinion on the proceedings. He slipped the ball gag in my mouth and attached it around my head. Then he flicked the crop against my bottom, and I yelled into the gag, my ass twitching helplessly. Good girl, squeal into that gag like a pig, wiggle that ass, yeah, let's make you squirm. He thrashed me harder, and I screamed, jumping in my bonds. No! No! I tried to shout into my gag, but the word was nothing but a ridiculous mumble. What did you say, Slut? I can't understand. E-nun-ci-ATE! He articulated, flailing me with each syllable. The crop burned like fire and began to feel like it was cutting into my skin. Your cheeks are getting red and sensitive, aren't they. Does this hurt? Mmmmpf WHAT? He slashed me again. I reared up off the desk, held in place at my hands and feet, my pussy still so hot and needy that the pain was almost like another form of pleasure. He cropped me again and again, until I was screaming into my gag and begging for him to stop. What are you saying slut? I can't understand a word. Here, let me take this gag off so you can tell me what I want to hear. He pulled off the gag. Please Sir, please stop. Whatever you want me to do, I will try to do, If you will just stop whipping me. No, not TRY to do, you WILL do. Tell me again, I will do whatever you want me to do. Good, just remember that if at any point you fail to comply perfectly, I will crop you again. Save yourself pain and try to do what you are told, you strapped up piece of meat. Now, I need to relieve myself after all this excitement. Hold still! He replaced the gag, and then I heard him unzip his trousers and felt the hot fleshy tip of his cock lightly against the opening of my cunt. He rubbed it gently, and I moaned and pushed against him. Suddenly the flash of the crop burned my ass. I SAID be still! And I mean it. I wimpered and held myself still as I felt his cock rubbing and teasing against my slit. I was so wet that the cock started to make little squelching noises as he poked it slightly into my cunt and out again, repeatedly. I moaned helplessly and held myself rigid, trying desperately not to wiggle against him. Good girl. I don't want any movement from you unless I order it, do you understand? This isn't for you, it's for my cock, so don't let me see you getting off. He slid his cock a little further into my hole, and out again, a little further still, and out, and more, and I began keening into my gag, so aroused that I was blind to all other sensation. I'm going to fuck this cunt until I cream, and you are not to make a sound or move a muscle, do you understand? I moaned. The crop burned. I squealed into my gag and mumbled yes sir. Good. Don't forget it. His cock slid slowly and steadily into my swollen cunt, and I used all of my will to stop my hips from rotating on it and to avoid making a sound. I was so hot that my mind was spinning. He began to fuck me with slow steady strokes until I felt faint and my fingers we clawing the bar that restrained them. Uhhh Uhhh Uhhh, good slut, nice slippery cunt, Uhhhh, don't you move slut. Oooohh, that hot cunt. Be still... He held my hips tightly and pushed into me slowly, again and again, seeming to savour each movement as he moaned and grunted. I don't even want to feel your cunt muscles clenching. Hold them open and loose. Don't even let me feel you moving from the inside, you horny slut. Oh yeah, you're so wet, I don't want to cum too soon. Ah ah...no clenching! He said and gave me a light flick with the crop as a reminder. I used all the willpower I could muster to keep from squeezing myself on his cock, trying to hold my cunt still and open. I knew if I didn't it would probably make me cum, and bring on more whipping, or who knew what worse punishment. All I could do was moan continuously in my gag, my excitement mounting to a fever pitch. Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah, good slut, I'm gonna cum. Yeah, good girl. Aaaaaaargh. He pounded himself into me fiercely, cumming with a growl of triumph. Good girl. He gave me a slap on the bum and withdrew abruptly. Heh, he chuckled. I bet you'd like an orgasm now, wouldn't you, slut? Need to get off, you horny bitch? Well, I have a little treat for you. You've done so well that I think I can introduce you to one of my special pieces of equipment. He undid my cuffs and ordered me to stand. Return to the centre of the room please, slut. He zipped his trousers and walked over to a wall of the office, pushing a panel to one side, and revealing a room beyond. Look! My secret space. A lot of interesting things happen in here. In the middle of the room was what looked like an exercise bike. Approach, slut, and have a look at your new friend. The bicycle seemed to be mechanically correct up to where the seat would be, but there, to my shock, I saw, protruding through a hole in the seat, a large dildo on a piston, which was attached to a mechanism running to the pedals. 'Get up on the bike!' Commanded my boss. 'Be careful now, slut, to impale yourself well before you sit down!' I hesitated, but only for an instant, as I suspected what the cost of delay might be. I Lifted my leg over the bike and aligned my pussy over the fat rubber cock that pointed up at it. My cunt was so wet and open that I found the head of the dildo slipping in effortlessly, pushing the lips of my cunt open as I carefully lowered myself. I had to lift myself up, then down again and slide down the long pole of the dildo as I lowered myself to the seat of the bicycle. I felt the shame and humiliation burning my face, and the lust spurring me onward. At last I was nestled on the big dildo, feeling it pushing against the walls of my engorged cunt. 'Put your feet on the pedals, slut, and get ready to do some work!' I lifted my feet off the floor and onto the pedals. As I shifted my weight slightly, getting my balance, the pedals turned slightly, and with their movement, I felt the dildo shift slightly on its stem. Oh God! It was connected to the movement of the gears! I felt a sharp thwack on my rear, as my boss nipped me with the whip. I jumped and flinched, and the rod in my cunt moved. 'Get busy, cunt, and ride!' I started to work the pedals around with my feet, and with each rotation, the dildo in my pussy moved up and down. 'That's it, slut, take a little trip. Keep moving. Work hard!' goaded my new master. I felt the waves of lust and pleasure coursing through my body as I pumped the pedals faster. 'That's it cunt, get yourself off on that rod!' I was gasping and squealing now, pushing the pedals faster and faster to work the dildo in my cunt. I was desperate for orgasm, and had to keep pedalling to keep that big rubber cock moving in my desperate snatch. If I slowed, my boss gave me little flicks with his crop to keep me moving. I worked those pedals desperately as my climax built and built. 'Work it, slut, put in those miles and stroke that cunt until it creams.' At last, in a frenzy of pedalling, I wailed and screeched into a gut-wrenching orgasm, while my boss laughed behind me, and flicked my red ass in delight. 'Good show, slut. You're going to be a star her in my special room. Your training will be thorough and cover a multitude of uses I have in mind for your slutty body. Get down off that bike and get dressed. I'll be seeing you later.' Office Slut "Your wife coming tonight?" George asked. "No, she's gotta work late and take care of the kids." I answer plainly. It was the end of the first quarter and we had blown away our sales budgets so my boss, George, decided we'd throw a party at the office after closing tonight. I had been hired a year ago, but this was the first time we had beaten budget for a full quarter. The party had nothing on the bonus I was getting, but I was sure it would be fun. There weren't many of us in the office, just me, George, Patrick, John, Steve, and George's secretary Karen. I was the youngest manager in the office at 31 years old. Patrick, John, and Steve were all closer to 40. George had just celebrated his 45th birthday. I was always jealous of George. He had a great career, a wonderful family, and a smoking hot secretary in Karen. She was about 25, all of 5'11", and no more than 125lbs. I always wondered if George had ever gotten to fuck her but never had the balls to ask. My wife wouldn't be happy if she knew the dirty things I had thought about Karen. Never had the balls to actually hit on her or anything though. "Ahh, well it looks like it's just the five of us then. Everyone else said their wives can't make it." "Sounds good to me. Need me to get anything set up?" "No, I think Karen's got it." As he said that we both turned and looked at where Karen was putting up decorations. She was standing on a step stool hanging a banner. She always dressed professional, but very sexy, and you could just barely see up her skirt as she reached. I probably just imagined it but it looked like she wasn't wearing any panties. I prayed for her to stretch more so I could get a better view, but I decided it'd be best to not stare. "Yep, looks that way." I said, returning my attention to George. "Alright, well let me go take care of some work here. We'll start the party at five." "Sure thing, I'll be there" The last few hours at work dragged on. Finally the clock hit five and we shut everything down. George got in front of the four of us and gave a short speech about how well we did for the quarter. It was typical boring office stuff, but it wasn't too bad. When he finished he let us all into the break room where he had a simple sandwich tray and some pasta dishes set up. More importantly, there was a tray with a few bottles of various liquors and a cooler full of beer. "Thank God" I said as I grabbed a beer and opened it. The other guys followed my lead and cracked open beers. Karen went right for the liquor and poured herself a vodka tonic. "Fuck she's hot." Steve whispered to me. I nodded in response, not wanting to risk being heard. We all made small chit chat as we continued to drink and eat. It wasn't long before the mood was looser and everyone had a solid buzz from the booze. Everyone, including myself, was joking and flirting with Karen as I'm sure we all wished she was going home with us. Steve decided to step out for a cigarette, and I decided to join him since I was drunk. I was surprised to hear John and Patrick follow us since I had never seen them smoke even when we were shitfaced at the annual sales meeting. After a couple minutes, George joined us as well. "Where's Karen?" I asked. "Had to use the girl's room." George replied flatly. "She's fucking hot man, how'd you find that piece of ass?" Patrick asked bluntly I was surprised by the question and the bluntness of it. Obviously we had all thought it, but only one of us had finally said it. "She just applied and I figured the place could use better scenery. You guys were ruining the view." George joked as we laughed with him. We finished our smokes and went inside. Karen was still nowhere to be seen. We all got new drinks as George stood by the hallway and called for our attention. "I want to thank you all for your hard work this quarter. This food and drink is almost enough to repay your efforts. Almost." We were all confused and shot glances at each other. "I have one more surprise for you all and I promise you it is even better." With that, he stepped aside and we saw Karen walking down the hallway. She walked with a confidence that drove me wild. She had changed from her work clothes and was wearing sheer red pantyhose, red garters, red lace panties, and a red lace bra. I was immediately hard, but unable to move or speak as she walked towards us. We all stared with our mouths agape and she walked right through the middle of us. She had cleared off one of the food tables and she climbed on top of it. She laid on her back, her legs open facing us. The only thing separating he pussy from us was her red lace panties. Nobody talked and nobody moved. I couldn't see anything except for her sexy, young body laying on the table. "Well guys, she's all yours." George said. Karen didn't say a word or move a muscle. She just laid there, confident, sexy, ready. I was raging hard at this point and lost control over my body. I walked up to the table and stood beside her. The table put her head right at crotch level and she looked up at me and smiled at the bulge in my khakis. She reached up and undid my belt and pants expertly. My pants dropped and my cock peaked through the slit in my boxers. She reached up and squeezed my cock before pulling my boxers down. For a brief second I wondered what I was doing. I'm married, with kids, and now I'm naked with my coworkers while my boss's secretary is laying on a table in lingerie. Before I could pull myself away, Karen put her lips around the head of my cock. There was no way I could go back now. Her lips worked my shaft wonderfully, going up and down as her tongue swirled around it. By now, I was able to look around and see what else was going on. George was just standing by the door, watching. Steve was on the other side of her with his cock out and she was jacking him off. Patrick was kneeling at the table with her panties pulled to the side, fingering he pussy and flicking at it with his tongue. She kept sucking and sucking as she moaned with pleasure from Patrick's fingers and tongue. "I want you to fuck me." Karen said flatly to me as she pulled her head off my cock. I didn't need to be told twice. Patrick got up and walked over to the side I had been on. I stood at the end of the table, my cock rubbing the outside of her panties. I grabbed her panties and ripped a hole in the middle of them. I could see her wet, glistening pussy and pushed my finger inside. It was tight and wet and my cock twitched from the excitement. I fingered her more as she sucked and jerked Steve and Patrick. She squirmed and pushed her hips against my fingers. I pulled them out and licked them, tasting her delicious juices. I lined my cock up to her wet hole and shoved it in all at once. She yelped in pain and pleasure as I filled her pussy and stretched her lips. Something took over my body and I just began pounding her pussy. Normally I was a gentle, respectful lover, but I just wanted to destroy her pussy. I kept pounding and pounding as her pussy cliched and she moaned loudly. She kept eagerly sucking and jerking Steve and Patrick. Her orgasm seemed to make her more eager to take their cocks in her mouth as she switched between the two. "Oh fuck yes," She screamed, "Fuck me, harder, oh fuck!" I pounded and pounded. Soon I felt my balls tighten and my cock spasm as I shot my cum deep inside her. I kept thrusting as I shot more and more cum in her pussy. She took it eagerly as she kept sucking. My cock finished its spasms and I pulled it out of her. My cum dripped from her pussy onto the floor. I wiped some with my finger as Steve came to take my place. I filled Steve's place and made Karen lick my cum off my fingers. She licked every inch of my fingers as Steve shoved his hard member inside of her. She moaned more and more as she sucked Patrick and jerked my still hard cock. "Oh God, she's such a fucking whore," Steve moaned, "She wants even more cum!" Steve was right. She had just taken one of the biggest loads I had ever had and was already doing everything she could to get Steve's. She pushed against his thrusts with her hips as she took all of Patrick's shaft in her mouth. Patrick had ripped her bra open and was fondling her breasts and nipples as he guided her head up and down his shaft. Was she sucking him or was he fucking her face? Either way, I loved it and was hard again. Steve fucked her hard and rough, grabbing her legs and forcing her to take his whole cock. He began moaning and breathing loudly as he too dumped his cum inside her. He pulled her all the way down his cock as he shot his cum inside her. She moaned with another orgasm as another load filled her pussy. I couldn't believe it, this whole time I had worked with an amazing cumslut and didn't know it. Steve pulled out of her and I could hear some drips of cum fall to the floor. I leaned over to look and saw her shaved pussy oozing cum. It turned me on even more. Patrick filled Steve's place between her legs and started pounding her pussy just like me and Steve had. Steve made her clean his cock off before pulling away and getting dressed. I was still hard and wanted to cum again, so she turned her full oral attention to me. She stroked and sucked as Patrick pounded her cum drenched pussy. I didn't know how she hadn't lost any interest, but she was still eagerly taking Patrick's cock in her pussy and my cock in her mouth. I held her head and began thrusting my hips into her mouth. She cupped my balls as I fucked her face. She moaned with delight as she looked up at me with a mouth full of cock. I pulled her hair and continued fucking her face. Patrick came quickly and left even more cum inside of her. He pulled out with even more drops of cum hitting the floor. I thrust my cock deep down her throat and soon felt another orgasm coming. I pulled her face away and held her hair, pulling it back to look at me. I jerked my cock as she opened her mouth to take the full load. I came quickly. The first shot splattered across her left eye and upper lip. She licked at it as the second shot landed directly on her tongue. The next two shots went right into her mouth before I pushed my cock back in her mouth. She took all the cum my cock still had and swallowed every drop. When I pulled it out, she wiped the cum from her face and into her mouth. I started getting dressed as she wiped cum from her pussy and licked it from her fingers. I couldn't believe how eager of a cumslut she was. I got dressed as I saw George get his pants off and Karen started sucking him. I looked at the clock and saw it was already 9:45pm. I got dressed quickly and headed for the door. "See you Monday." Karen said in a sultry voice. "Can't wait." I said with a smile as I saw George penetrate her cum filled pussy. I walked out the door and got in my car. I headed home, but first stopped at CVS to get some wipes so my cock didn't smell like cum and pussy when I got home. I spent the weekend bored at home, looking forward to Monday...