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Under His Desk

By: PoignantPassion



Vivvie looked up at the dark creased crotch of his pants while she shifted gingerly to her other hip, carefully avoiding hitting her head on his desk again. She knew that would disturb him and anger him. But, he allowed her this, this proximity, while he worked, so she would not wail like last time outside the doorway. 

She hadn't even been aware she was doing it that time. She had sat there for an hour that day, waiting on him to open the door and come back out to her. She couldn't stand to be away from him. Her body shook and her teeth chattered. 

And he DID finally open that door on her, swinging it wide so fast the air pulled her forward a bit. She looked up with mouth agape, eyes glittery as she realized she had made that loud sound, that sound that drove him mad. 

She shifted again, remembering the burn on her ass for days after that, and felt the slickness between her thighs. She tried so hard. She really did, but.... 

Vivvie's eyes went to that furrowed crease of his slacks, stretched obscenely around his cock. She licked her parched lips and realized she was panting. She forced her eyes off of it to drag down his thighs and knees, stretched wide apart, to the boots below. She chewed on her nails for a bit. Then, not being able to take it any further, she slid her small fingers around his calf, letting out a deep breath as she felt the warm hard muscle there. She saw his body tighten and she paused. 

He didn't say anything. Feeling bold, she slowly slid the fingers up his leg, along his inner thigh, and eyes widening in pure lust as he widened them, stretching that fabric even tighter around the meat she hungered for. 

The small pale fingers slowly, quietly turned upwards and slid up the center of his crotch, spreading every digit wide and grabbing hold, squeezing gently. She paused, hearing a low deep sound from him. She didn't WANT to disturb him, not really. But, he did let her sit here, next to him, next to it. 

He scooted closer, knees going even wider to the edges of the chair, on either side of her shoulders. She felt enveloped and so hot in the small confines under his desk, between his thighs. Her face reddened and she started to sweat. She turned her face to brush her nose against his inner pant leg, smelling him, turning her hands the other way and letting her fingers slide beneath his balls on the seat and pushing up. She sunk her teeth into his leg to stifle the sound. 

He growled softly, but kept his hands above the desk. Vivvie's eyes darted to and fro as she watched him shift, breath quickening at being so close to him, letting out a soft whimper. She slid her fingers back and forth beneath his balls, tracing a fingernail along the seam of his pants. She then pulled the finger out to trace the outline of the mass there, picturing each orb of his balls in its position beneath the fabric and his cock... trailing along the zipper, feeling her lips part, and thighs heat, sticking uncomfortably together. She parted them for air and regretted that as the strong waft of cunt rose up to her face. She slammed her thighs back together, sure he heard that... or smelled that. 

She sat up straight as he slid one hand beneath the desk, his fingers blindly sliding along her cheek. Her eyes closed and she cooed, turning her face into his warm, rough hand. But, it continued to slide around to the back of her head. He laced his fingers into her silky long brown hair and drew her face forward. Her eyes widened as he kept pulling until her nose and lips bumped into the solid throbbing mass of flesh, grinding her face into the crotch of his pants. 

She let out a muffled moan against his pants, air cut off and the deep scent of him strong. Her hands flew to grip the front of his legs, moaning loudly, and blatantly grinding her nose, lips, chin back into him, her pussy throbbing madly. 

He let her face pull back and she gasped for air, spitting a little at the strands of hair sticking into her mouth. She stared at his crotch, at the wet spot her saliva had made, as he trailed his fingers along the side of her head, thumb tracing its way along her forehead, over her nose, around the soft curve of her lips, and then sinking between, pushing his rough large thumb into her mouth, feeling the wet heat there. 

Vivvie murmured as she closed her lips around the thumb and suckled, noticing that he leaned forward to press his balls down tighter against her cupping fingers, his pants looking like they were about to burst. She sucked the salt sweet taste of his skin deeply, his little cock thumb, sucking harder, showing her hunger. The soft slurpy smacking sound rose up from beneath the desk and she tightened her fingers around his balls, tracing where they start, and end, her fingers pushing up and probing at him. 

He let go of her then and smacked her hand away. She whimpered. Then she watched as he unclasped his pants and slid the zipper down, his hand working inside to wrestle his rigid shaft from inside his pants. She glanced up, but she was not able to see his face beyond the desk. Her gaze flicked back to the prize in front of her. His cockhead tilted a little, oh how she loved that tilt when it was embedded deep in her cunt. 

He slowly stroked the dick, pointing the head at her face, and she stared, mesmerized at the glistening drop appearing at the tip. He paused with it pointing to her. She didn't realize it was an invitation until he shook it and reached for the back of her head to pull her to him. 

She groaned as his hot silky dick rubbed against her face, turning her lips to snatch around the crown quickly, her tongue lolling and slithering wetly along it as she pulled in with her cheeks and sucked. She murmured at the salty tangy drop that went down the back of her tongue and lunged forward, her lips working up his length until she made her throat tickle. She pulled off, fingers prying into his thighs like a cat. 

She saw him raise his hips and scoot his pants down. She helped him, sliding them over his knees and off his feet once she yanked his shoes off. She groaned at the strong musky scent of him so powerful now beneath the desk. He had slouched down considerably and legs went wider. She knew what he wanted. 

Vivvie leaned in between his thighs, her tongue sliding out of her mouth and pressing against the still loose skin of his balls. She drug it up the skin and pulled off to go back down, licking in strong firm strokes. Her lips worked around the skin, walking their way up until they were stretched to capacity and she slathered her tongue inside, emitting a gurgling wet sound as they slurped and suckled, trying to keep the saliva in. 

She felt his balls tighen in her mouth and she pulled her cheeks in a little to gently suck, her nose pressing into the base of his cock, which he had grasped and started stroking. He pulled at his dick, which pulled the skin of his balls, and pulled them from her mouth with a PLOP. 

She lunged forward again madly, hungrily, but he kept pulling and sat back onto the chair. She watched him, whimpered that he pulled away, when she saw him throw one foot, then the other on top the desk, his knees splaying wildly. She stared, her lusty gaze going over the smooth tightened ballsac, bouncing in his stroke. He reached down with his hand, grasped the saliva-coated mass, and kneaded. He pulled them up and she growled softly as she stared right at his dark puckered hole. 

Mmmm..... she mumured, pushing fingers into his inner thighs, thumbs resting on either side of his entrance and .... Flicked... her tongue against it. He groaned and scooted out further on the chair edge. She slathered her tongue up his crack, wiggling it at the hole, which was pulsing from the sensations of his jack and her tongue. She tilted her head and jabbed at that tight hole with her tongue tip, finally wedging a bit inside. 

He squeezed down on her and she pulled the tongue free with effort, with a squelchy popping sound. She murmured, one finger going down between her thighs, groaning at the soppy dripping mess of her cunt and started to sroke as she lapped at his ass, occasionally pausing to wriggle the small muscle inside again and again. 

Each time his muscles 'caught' it and squeezed, hardly letting it out. She hungrily dug in, lapping firmly, her nose pressing up against his balls. She heard the loud grunts and shook with him as he lunged and jerked on the chair. She knew he was about to lose control. 

Suddenly his legs slammed down, there were fingers in her hair, yanking her forward and a cock shoved into her mouth, back, back, back until she coughed around it, gagging. Her eyes watered as he grunted one final time and exploded, shooting strings of hot wet cream into her mouth. She gurgled and gagged as spittle and cream oozed from the corners of her mouth, her face reddening for air, eyelids fluttering back as her body shook violently, cumming of its own accord. 

She blushed and blinked rapidly, amazed at her own passion. He rose, grabbing his pants, and barked down at her from above the desk.

"Now get out."

Vivvie scrambled out quickly, face scarlet, and crawled out of his office, turning to shut his door and leaning to rest against it, waiting... for him. 

Under His Desk Ch. 01



You told me yesterday that you want to meet me. I've been waiting for this for a long time and now I've finally been told where and when to be. You're at work in your office. I've come to meet you here. It's Friday and I have an appointment for 11.30. An appointment! We're going to get the initial 'hello's' out of the way and then hopefully go for lunch.

I have always imagined you as the picture of propriety at work. I don't really know what you do exactly but I think of you as the no-nonsense guy who everyone likes but know not to fuck around with. I don't like meeting you here. I'd have rather met you in the pub where it's more relaxed and I don't feel quite so obvious. You told me that it's perfectly normal for you to meet clients and then go for a pub lunch. No one will think anything of it. Unless I give them reason to.

"And Alice, clients don't fidget and look nervous" You told me yesterday, "So neither will you."

So I'm here. I'm wearing a straight knee length black skirt, plain but high heeled shoes and a top that's probably a little too low cut to be a work top but could still pass for business meeting attire. Just. I'm bang on time and I'm looking confident and composed even though it's every effort to keep my hands still. I know better than to be late. You warned me that if I was late You wouldn't be available at all. I shouldn't bother even trying to see you.

Your secretary brings me to your office and announces my arrival. You invite me in with a charming and very disarming smile. Wow! You look good in pictures but face to face you're even more gorgeous! Very imposing too. What are you, six three, four even? Even with me wearing heels you tower over me. In a second I take in everything I can about you. Your well cut suit, your polished shoes and as you step close to me to greet me I take in the sexiest thing of all, your scent. I don't recognise it but I know instantly that if I ever smell it again I'll always think of you. You close the door behind me and walk over to your desk. I head towards the other chair.

"Stop!" my heart lurches. I stop.

"Stay right in the middle of the room. Face me." I step to the middle and face you. My heart has sped up.

Your voice is calm but there's no mistaking the commanding edge it has. I like your accent. It's not what I expected. You slowly look me up and down. My hands find each other and begin a squeezing match in front of me.

"Did you have a pleasant journey?"

"Yes, I did. It wasn't bad anyway. Thank you."

"Good. Right then!"

Right then what? I wait. My eyes try to dance around the room. I hold them still.

"Strip naked."

What? Just like that? I've hardly said a word yet. I gawp at you. My mouth hangs open and the air suddenly disappears from the room. I'm stalling I know but I can't move. Except for my hands that is. The right hand has found the ring on my left middle finger and is unscrewing it with such determination that you might think the finger will actually come off.

"W w what? Here? Right now?" I manage. I look around wildly like a cornered rabbit. "What about..?" I trail off when I register the look you're giving me. There's more than just a hint of annoyance. This isn't going well. I thought you would be pleased to see me and we'd get to know each other a bit before, well before anything.

"If I ask anything of you that you don't want to do you can say no but then you're to leave immediately and that's the end for good. Do you understand?" You're smiling again.

"Yes, I er, of course."

"Then decide. I don't have all day." Your smile vanishes. You look down at a blank notepad on your desk. Fuck! You're so dismissive!

I'm suddenly not sure what I'm doing here at all. I'm afraid someone will walk in but more than that, I'm impossibly uncomfortable about stripping naked in front of you. I scan the room again but take nothing in. I look back at the door. And the way out. Do I run? I want to stay. Oh fucking hell! I'm still stalling.

"It's not locked." You say without looking up.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said it's not locked. The door. I saw you look at it. I assume you were wondering whether or not it's locked." You look at me. "It's not," you tell me again. "You have one minute to start." You pause for a second, then almost an afterthought, "And you will address me as Sir."

Didn't i? How did I miss that? "Yes Sir" I whisper.

My embarrassment rages but my paralysis has broken. I'm not leaving. I drop my handbag to the floor and look at you again for something, reassurance, encouragement maybe. I get neither. I'm met with a flat, almost bored look. I drop my gaze back to the floor but tell myself to keep going. I undo my skirt and let it fall into a puddle at my feet. I stop. I think I'm breathing too hard. I consciously take one deep breath, hold it and exhale slowly. It clears my head a little but not much. I slip my top off over my head and drop it next to me. You notice with some amusement that my face is burning red and that I'm making every effort to suck my stomach in without it being obvious. It's so obvious.

I reach behind me and unclip my bra, slide my arms out of it but still hold it over my breasts and look right into your eyes.

"Drop it."

I hold your stare, feigning a little more confidence now and let the bra fall. I hope you like my breasts. It makes me feel braver now you have them to look at. I pause for a second waiting for you to look at them. You don't. My bravery evaporates.

I slip my thumbs into the sides of my thong and without breaking eye contact, bend forward at the waist and pull it down to my feet. I straighten up. Our eyes still locked together, I step out of my underwear and skirt and kick them both to my top and handbag. I stand, still wearing my shoes with my feet slightly apart, hands now still by my sides, shoulders back and my head up. I'm still trying to look confident but think I probably look insolent. I'm almost challenging you to look me over. You don't.

Instead you break eye contact and look back at your notepad in front of you and begin writing something. I'm completely thrown. I've only been here 5 minutes and already I'm naked and standing right in the middle of your office. I wasn't sure what to expect but I'm sure it wasn't this.

Without looking up you say "Turn around." I do. I hold my head up and arch my back slightly emphasising my round bottom. If you're looking at me now you're looking at my bottom I'm sure. I think it's my best asset. I still don't have a clue what you think.

There are people going by outside the frosted glass window but nobody stops. I watch their fuzzy outlines pass by and think just how surreal this is. Panic is simmering quietly in my belly.

"I want to see your wet cunt and arse first." I suck in a breath, blow it out through my nose too hard then lower my head slightly. Cunt. I hate that word! I'd never use it. It's so vulgar. Maybe you think I've just blushed again. You're dead right.

I start to bend forwards.

"Stop!"

I straighten up again.

"Stand wider. I want your feet about a foot and a half apart and only then will you bend to touch the floor."

I do it. I wait for you to say something. I think a minute goes by, maybe more, but probably less. I drop my head and look at you through my legs. You're sitting upside down at your desk writing something. You're not even looking at me. I wiggle my ass a little. Barely at all really. You slowly raise your eyes and look right into mine with such contempt that I look away immediately.

"I'll look at my slut's cunt when I'm good and ready. Until then it's to remain presented to me."

You go back to writing. I wait. My calf muscles start to feel tighter. I look at the floor. It's quite a nice floor; laminate but not a cheap one. I look to the left, nothing to see there except a door to either a cupboard or an adjoining office and to the right only a waste bin. I look up towards the main door again. That damn door! The door is the end. It seems symbolic now. Is it too late for the door? I think it probably is now. I look away from it.

I wait. I've tried so hard to show myself to you without being brazen. To be confident but not seem arrogant. To not be a slut but to by your slut. To be filthy yet demure. It's a bit like trying to be a virgin whore I think. And it's a thin line to walk let me tell you!

God I need to be in the zone! This is still too hard. I need to focus. I close my eyes and allow myself 1 minute to think about the door. And about whether or not you like my breasts and my bottom. And how long you'll have me standing like this. And will I have a minute before you stop me and what are you writing. And just how much of a slut do you really think I am or want to be. And and and any fucking thing else that's in my head keeping me from where I should be.

1 minute of noise. I could go crazy in here!

It's all gone. I've found the place. I look back at the floor but I'm not really looking at anything.

"Now that's much better," you say.

"Yes Sir." It is too. But how do you know?

"Because you're still now."

"I didn't ask Sir." Not out loud anyway! So you know my thoughts too now! Of course you do.

I can feel your eyes on me. Scrutinising the outline of my pussy and asshole. I know I'm wet, I can feel it but I don't know how visibly wet I am. I hear your chair move. I don't move but my clit sends a jolt through me for no good reason and I gasp quietly. I can feel my pussy clench in anticipation. It's starting to pulse. It's demanding attention. I'm certain you'll notice. I squeeze it hard in an effort to shut it up. You definitely see that.

"Bring that cock hungry cunt here"

I start to stand up.

"Properly girl!"

Fuck! I curse myself for being so stupid. Again!

I immediately drop to my knees and with my head lowered and my hair hanging over my face I crawl round the desk to your feet. I turn around and keeping my head down and my hands on the floor I jump to my feet and straighten my legs again. Just as I was before. Only now I can feel my wetness has leaked out of my pussy and onto my thighs.

"You really are a cock-hungry cunt aren't you!"

"Yes Sir," I answer and I feel my pussy respond with a violent twitch almost as though it were being addressed directly.

"This cunt talks to me!" you laugh. "Now this is a first. What does it want I wonder?" You cup your hand under me with your thumb resting maddeningly close to, but not on, my clit. You ask again "What does it want?"

I gasp "It wants your attention Sir."

I can barely speak. I suddenly need fucking so badly that I can't think straight.

You pull your hand slowly backwards and your thumb slides over my swelling clit sending a jolt of shock thorough my whole body that I can't conceal. You slowly push it in between my wet lips and wait right on my opening. I can feel it circling ever so slightly round and round. I want to push back onto your thumb. No, I NEED to. I have to have something inside me to feel and grip onto.

I'm trembling all over. Round and round you go. I think I can do this. I think I can stay still. I've got it under control. And I do have. Right until I slam backwards and your thumb disappears. My pussy reacts immediately by clenching and pulling upward so tightly that I almost believe I can keep your thumb whether you like it or not. But less than a second later it's ripped from me.

"Noooooooooooooo!" I whine. I can still feel where it was. And I want it back.

In a flash you kick the back of my legs to unlock my knees and I drop down heavily to all fours again. You grab a handful of hair, yank my head back and you're right over me. I can feel your breath against my neck and your weight bearing down through my shoulders and arms. You're heavy.

"This cunt will only have what I give it from now on." You growl in my ear. And just as suddenly you drop behind me still pulling my head painfully backwards further still.

"Don't move!"

I hold my breath and freeze as your fingers untangle themselves from my hair. I strain to hold my head so far back without it being pulled or held anymore. My back is arched painfully and my pussy is pouting almost upwards. And then I feel it.

Something has replaced where your thumb was. Oh! It's your cock! It really is! I'm overjoyed! I can feel the gentle pressure of it pushing against my lips, nudging them open. You're sliding it up and down from my clit to my ass, moving so slowly past my waiting hole. Pausing, pushing forward a little, daring me to move away or impale myself on it completely. I hold still. It's agony.

"Please Sir," I whisper. "Please fuck me. Please. I need to feel you inside me more than anything right now. Please fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me." It feels inevitable.

I can feel my pussy clenching and letting go over and over, searching for your cock, trying to lure you in. Trying not to push back. Trying to let you feel how good it will be to be wrapped around you, pulsing and pulling you in deeper. Milking you until your balls erupt hot cum deep into me. Willing you to slide in, to fuck me, to feel me, to fill me.

"Pleeeeeeeeeease fuck me Sir. Pleeeeease Sir." I'm whining.

I hold so still. My whole body is rigid and bent. I hold my breath, I think I might be rewarded. No, I'm sure I'll be rewarded. I feel you push forward a tiny bit, my pussy enveloping the tip of your cock and pulsing madly on it. I'm going to have it, here it comes.

"No! You don't deserve it." And then it is gone. All I feel is empty. My head drops and I cry out in sheer frustration.

You sit back into your chair. "Kneel. Facing me." You order. I bite back my absolute disappointment hard and try to conceal it. I scramble round, slip off my shoes and tuck my feet in under me, straighten up and bow my head. "Good girl." You say sounding almost surprised.

I'm elated. Just to hear you say that spreads a grin so wide on my face but my head remains down. "Thank You Sir," I utter. My disappointment fades. Maybe I can please you after all.

"What do you want?"

"I, er... " My brain just froze! What do I want? "Sir, I want to please you."

I venture a look up. You're sitting facing me, looking relaxed and comfortable. And curious. A faint smile is on your lips. Your head is slightly cocked to the left. You're stroking your chin absently.

I look down again.

"Now. Again," you say as though you're speaking to a small child. "What do you want? Don't tell me what you think I want to hear."

Oh God! I'm thinking fast. "I want to feel something new. I want this experience. And I want you to want me. And remember me always," I blurt out. "I want to be the best. I er..." Argh! That sounds wrong. It's not an ego thing, I don't think of myself that way and it would be hard to explain that being the best only means being able to do whatever is asked of me therefore it really depends on you to ask things of me that you've never asked of anyone before. "I want to be the best I can be." That's better. That's what I mean. "And I want your cock." I whisper with a grin. "Sir" I add quickly.

"You think you're such a tease don't you?" You sound more annoyed than curious.

"No Sir," I lie regretting the last bit now. The panic is racing around my belly again making my breath short and my palms sweat.

"Get up here. On my desk on all fours! NOW!"

You slide back on your chair and open a drawer in your desk as I spring to my feet and hop up. I don't see what you're taking out. I turn my head to look over my shoulder to you but you growl "Face on the desk." I drop to my elbows and lay my face on the cool wood. It does nothing to calm the fear.

Something cool and flat gently starts circling on my bottom. My eyes widen.

"Do you know what this is?" Round and round. Caressing both cheeks and the top of my thighs.

"Yes Sir. I think so." It feels like a paddle. I love paddles!

"Then you'll know how it feels," the caressing stops, "When I do THIS!"

SMACK! Pain explodes across my left buttock and the circling continues as before. I stifle a scream only by keeping my mouth clamped shut.

SMACK! You deliver another blow to my right cheek. I can't help it this time. "YEOWW!"

"You'll be advised to be silent! Most of the office has gone for lunch but not everyone."

What about the noise of the paddle though? Won't they hear that? Before I can even finish the thought; SMACK! Right above the first one. I groan and close my eyes tight. The heat from both cheeks is immense. I shake my behind in an effort to shake off the pain like a dog wagging its tail.

"Be still my pet." Your voice sounds so soothing, taunting cruelly. "If you move your ass or cry out you earn another two." I can tell by your voice that you're smiling.

The caress continues circling round then contact breaks. I hold my breath and brace myself in anticipation. I know where it's going to land. High right, high right, here it comes. Oh God please don't hesitate! Don't make me suffer the fear of it as well as the pain!

"Do it. Please Sir."

SMACK! Right across my left cheek again! The shock from the unexpected as well as the searing pain from being paddled in the same place again makes me suck in air so hard I'm dizzy. My lower legs waggle uncontrollably up and down. It hurts my shins and knees more so I stop. I bite my lip then, realising the danger it's in, let it go of it.

I hear a voice soothing. "Relax! Come on now! This isn't so bad. Just relax. You like this. Just enjoy it. Feel the heat."

"I can do this" I whisper to myself. "Thank You Sir." I say louder. The voice in my head's still talking, soothing, calming.

SMACK! My right cheek. The pattern has resumed. I feel it. The burning spreading from my reddening bottom to my brain and touching everywhere in between. It's a fire and it's everywhere! Why did I think I like the paddle?

SMACK! The top of my left thigh. Oh God! That one hurt so much. I hear myself whimpering pathetically. I turn my face over then back again then over again. "Get a grip," I tell myself.

SMACK! Right thigh. "Oooooooh! Thank You Sir" I screw my eyes tighter shut and grab a lungful of air while I remember then SMACK! The air rushes back out of me before I had a chance to use any of it. My cheeks and thighs are on FIRE. "Get a fucking grip girl" I demand this time.

I put my forehead on the desk and press my head down hard. You're alternating cheeks and not pausing any more. You're paddling everywhere from my thighs right up to the very top and sides of my buttocks. The pain is incredible, especially at the top. I zone out a little. I can still feel every blow but there's no outward reaction. I can't do this for long but its getting me through for now. And it's starting to feel so good. I'm thinking about your cock sliding into my wet inviting pussy. It's waiting for you, pouting at you as you paddle around it. Are you looking at it? Wanting it?

Smack! It's quieter now. I can feel what seems like all of my blood going to my behind heating it to super-hot and then going straight to my pussy. My labia are feeling engorged and swollen. I want your cock. I NEED your cock.

"Thank You Sir."

Please just fuck me soon. Please oh please fuck me!

SMACK! "Oooooh!" That one got through! I'm snapped back to now again and the raging heat. I can't take much more. A low moan quietly escapes me.

"Please Sir, I mean Thank you Sir". My head lifts then goes back to where I was told to keep it. There's a pause. I can feel my bottom glowing cherry red. "Thank you Sir." God, my voice is wobbly.

The drawer opens, I hear the sound of the paddle being dropped onto the wood and the drawer slide shut. Relief floods over me. I breathe again. I lift my head slightly. The desk is wet! I blink at it, confused. Then I realise. It's wet with my tears! Oh bloody hell! Now you'll think I'm a total wuss. I swipe my hand across my face and the desk in one quick motion in an effort to hide them.




Under His Desk Ch. 01



"Thank You Sir." I repeat when I'm sure my voice is steady again.

"You can get down now. Back on the floor. As you were." I carefully obey. When I sit back onto my heels I can feel the heat from my cheeks. I lift up. It's too much. I won't sit comfortably for a while.

I'm hungry. How about you?" you ask out of the blue.

"No, I'm um, I don't think..." Food? That's about as far from my mind as .. well anything.

"Well I certainly am! I'm going for some lunch. you're going to wait for me here." So another expectation is blown out of the water. You sit down and open your desk drawer again and fish around inside. I hear a chain rattle and see you take out a pair of nipple clamps. You adjust them to about half way and drop them in front of me.

"Put those on."

I put them on. They feel ok, not too harsh.

"Tighten them. One turn each side". I do.

"That's better." You smile. No! It's not, I grimace silently.

"Right then, you're going to wait under my desk until I come back." You slide your chair back and gesture to the space between the drawers that your knees usually occupy. There's a solid board across the front of the desk hiding the space and the drawers from anyone entering the room. I stare at the small space and back at you. I can see that there's no point in arguing. Slowly I crawl into the hole. It feels like a hole. I turn around and kneel but I'm stooped over.

"No. Sit cross legged facing out."

I slowly shuffle around and untuck my legs lowering myself painfully to the floor. I almost hear a hiss as my hot behind touches the cool laminate floor. Bliss! I fold my legs in front of me. I sit up straighter. You reach down to me and tug the chain between the nipple clamps. I draw a deep breath in through my nose and release it slowly as the burning I'm sitting on is eclipsed by the burning in my nipples but only for a second. You smile and stand to leave.

Dare I ask how long you'll be? No! That would be stupid again. You'll be as long as you are. I watch you vanish and track the sound of your feet to the door.

"If anyone comes in while I'm gone you are not to be discovered."

"Yes Sir. But my clothes Sir?" They land on the floor in front of me. I didn't even hear you move from the door and suddenly you're back at the desk!

"Oh while I remember..." You open the drawer again and take out an odd looking toy with two elastic straps dangling from it.

You hand it to me. "Put this on. Or in. Both."

It's a small bulbous vibrator with 2 jelly nubs. It feels nice. I slip my legs into the elastic straps and slide them up my thighs. I look up at you. You nod and watch. I look at the toy between my thighs. I rock back a little and put it against my wet lips. I'm amazed at how slippery they are. With hardly any pressure it slides into me, I feel my lips open to allow the wider part in then close around the smaller waist a lot like a butt plug. The jelly nubs sitting comfortably and tightly against my clit and perineum. It feels really nice. I pull the elastic straps around my legs tight to hold it securely in place. You pick up the controls and looking directly into my eyes, turn it on.

I gasp as I feel the egg in the bulb spring to life vibrating inside my wet pussy and the front nub teases my clit maddeningly.

"Stay under there. And don't touch the speed." You disappear again towards the door. The door opens. "And don't you DARE cum." The door closes and I'm alone.

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Under His Desk Ch. 02



"Don't leave me for long" I say to the empty room. The last hour is a blur. I don't know what to make of it. What am I doing here? Why am I sitting under a desk in a strange place waiting for a man to come back from lunch when I should be with Him chatting over a cheese salad sandwich and an ice cold G&T! I should be teasing Him, flirting with Him and ultimately fucking Him. Instead I'm wedged in a hole wearing nipple clamps and wishing the floor was still as cold as when I first sat on it. Now it's just hard. And uncomfortable. And not soothing anything!

And then there's the gentle but insistent buzzing inside my desperate pussy. Yes! Desperate. It's not a word I would ordinarily associate with any part of my body but right now my pussy is desperate for the cock that it's already been teased with.

I tilt my hips forward a little. "Oooooh fuck!" That just makes the jelly nub press harder on my clit. It's just so thrilling. I rock back and forth a little. On a little, on harder, on a little. What a way to pass the time.

I look down at my pussy. It's perfectly smooth and soft. I had it waxed a couple of days ago so there's at least 2 more weeks before anything starts to show again. I love how it feels. It's so much nicer than shaving. It feels just the same as my skin everywhere else with no chance of any rough stubble. I stroke the skin where my hair would be, my fingers wandering downwards to rest on the toy purring away.

Mmm the vibrator. Oh my God though! It's soaking wet! My slippery juices are all over it. I allow my fingers to slide down the side of it. My index finger easily slips past the top and into the warm wetness inside. It's tight in there with the bulbous plug filling me. I pull my finger out and look at it fascinated. I press it to my thumb and part them slowly. A silver thread hangs between them thinning as they part more until it breaks and vanishes. I press them together again and circle them against each other. They move easily with no friction whatsoever. I part them again and again the tiny silver strand stretches then breaks. I close my eyes and lick my finger and thumb clean then send it back to my pussy for more. Delicious! Just once more though. That's all I can allow myself. I can't get carried away.

'And don't you DARE cum.' I can hear your threat ringing in my brain. It's ok though, I'm not going to. I'm just passing time.

My fingers slide across the jelly and two find their way into my pussy again. I groan with pleasure and feel myself contract hard. My other hand finds the chain holding my nipple clamps together and pulls on it gently. The pain flare adds to my excitement. It's dangerous. I let go of the chain and reluctantly, almost painfully slip my fingers out of my pussy and back up to my mouth.

'And don't you DARE cum.'

'How will he know?' Ahh it's such a great thought but then so monumentally stupid! 'How will he know? For fucks sake! He'll know because you'll tell him when he asks. And if he doesn't ask your wet cut will tell him when he touches you. He will check you know.'

I know I'm right. I stop rocking and try to ignore the vibrator. It's not on fast at least. It shouldn't be too hard as long as I keep myself in check. How long has passed now? Ten minutes? I think so.

I look at my nipples crushed by the clamps. They're looking swollen. They hurt a little but it's a hurt I like now. I remember the first time I wore them. My nipples objected to the new sensation so strongly that I only lasted five minutes I think. I couldn't bear it. But it got better. Each time I tried them I could manage longer. And tighter. Now I can wear them for ages. It's sort of a personal achievement. But no matter how long or short a time it is, nothing, and I mean nothing, ever prepares me for the excruciating pain of having them removed. No matter how much they burn when they're on that's always doubled, no quadrupled, when the blood is allowed back into them. I dread that bit every time, sometimes even wearing them longer to postpone the inevitable.

I gaze around the room, well what I can see of it from my limited perspective. There's really not that much to see from here. There's a window but I can only see slices of sky between the blades of the blind. The walls are plain. The floor is probably the most interesting thing I can see. Who am I kidding? An interesting floor? I think my new enemy is going to be boredom. God I hope you're not going to be long.

Fifteen minutes. I think. It's funny how we try to measure the passage of time without any kind of timepiece. It's not much more than a perception. Time flies or drags; how can I factor that in? It's dragging now big time!

I don't know how far you've gone for lunch. I don't remember seeing any places on the way in but then I don't remember noticing anything outside apart from your building. I doubt though that you will have gone more than five minutes away either on foot or by car. So five minutes there, five minutes back. How long to eat? Ten minutes maybe? I don't think you'll leave me like this for longer than you need to. How long does that leave then? Five minutes maximum? I hope so.

"I want to cum" I say out loud. Where the fuck did that come from? "That fucking toy he's got you sitting on, that's where." Oh great! Talking to myself now. I press lightly on it over my clit and it sends a jolt through me. My head rocks back and bangs painfully against the underside of your desk.

"Ow! Fuck!" I won't do that again!

The bump's not enough to distract me though. My fingers slide down the side of the nub towards my pussy. I take hold of it and pull on it slightly. The vibrating part feels so much stronger when it's half out and it sends new shock waves throughout my entire lower half. It's really slippery with my juices and hard to hold there. I push it back in hard. I can feel my pussy tighten and grip onto it. Mmmm this feels so fucking good. I pull it half way out again and feel my pussy hungrily suck it back in. Again I pull it out and again it's sucked back in.

My breath is shortening. Faster I pull and let go. I'm feeling the first familiar twinges building deep in my belly. Again, again! I close my eyes and start to breathe in short blowing puffs. I know I'm going down the road to an orgasm but I'll stop in a minute. Really I will.

"Stop! Now!" a voice in my head says but it's too quiet. I ignore it. I don't want to stop. I'm beyond reason. I want to cum and the point of no return is just ahead. I didn't come all this way to be left waiting under a desk. If you won't fuck me then I'll fuck myself!

"No, don't do it" I try one last time to stop but it's too late I'm powerless to turn back. I hear a groan escape my lips. In and out the toy goes. It's not even turned up very high but combined with the surroundings, the build up and the now wonderful heat that I'm sitting on it really doesn't need to be on high. I need to cum. I'm going to cum. The fluttery feeling in my core has begun. There's no stopping now....

A knock at the door makes me freeze dead in my tracks and hold my breath. The vibrator slips back into my pulsing pussy and my wet fingers hold nothing but air. My eyes are bulging, staring at the wall then darting from side to side. Looking for an escape. Another knock, this time more of a tap and almost at the same time the door opens.

"Hello? Mr Martin?" A woman's voice. "Hmm, shit! Not back yet then." The one who showed me in earlier I think.

Footsteps. Coming towards the desk. Towards me! I curl backwards into the hole trying to shrink myself the size of a doll, or hoping that a hole will open up under me and swallow me but instead I now feel like Alice in Wonderland, bigger than before, a giant in my surroundings. But this isn't fucking Wonderland! What the hell am I going to do if she sees me? What will I possibly be able to say to explain who I am and why I'm naked? I gingerly reach forwards and scoop my clothes into my arms and clutch them as though they will hide me. My breath is shallow and silent.

"Hello Mr Martin," the voice says again but this time with surety. "I'm sorry to phone you on your lunch break sir but I need the Blueman file fairly urgently. They've been on the phone asking for some details of the..." she pauses. "Well yes" she continues, "I'm in your office now. I'm ..."

Damn, you must be mad! Even I can hear you now! Faint but unmistakably annoyed.

"Yes, yes, of course Mr Martin. Everything's fine. I'll just get it then. Thank you. Goodbye." There's a small pip as she hangs up then "Arsehole! Who do you think you're talking to like that? Dick!"

She mutters and complains all the way over to the filing cabinet against the right wall. I know she wouldn't dare talk to you like that to your face.

Oh shit! I can see her! If she turns toward the desk when she has her file she is definitely going to see me. I shrink back trying at the same time not to move much. I cant breath, I daren't breath. I close my eyes and wait to be discovered. I feel sick with fear. She'll see me. She'll scream. Others'll come running to see what she's screaming at. They'll drag me out naked and ashamed. They'll laugh, some will just stare. They'll all demand to know what the hell I'm doing here under your desk. What will I say?

As if all that wasn't bad enough the real terror that grabs my guts and twists them so tightly is the next thought that pops its bubble in my brain. What will you say? I will have shamed you in front of everyone. I will be the source of gossip that you will have to endure for probably years. Your professional reputation will be ruined and all because of me. I think I'm going to puke. This isn't happening. Please someone, wake me up!

She's at the filing cabinet for an eternity! What's she doing in there! Oh please hurry up! I close my eyes and hold my breath. The door opens then closes again. I open my eyes and look towards the where she was just standing. She's gone. But I didn't hear her walk away. Did she? Or did someone else just come in. I can't trust my senses. The ringing in my ears is incredible. I realise I'm still holding my breath and slowly, carefully let it out. The noise quietens immediately. I hear nothing. I wait, listening. No, still nothing. I lean forward tentatively and peer around the drawers. I see no-one. I sit back down, afraid to look right out.

'You told me not to move' I think to myself. 'Yes, well he told you not to cum too but look how well you were doing with THAT instruction' I retort. At least I didn't cum. God that was close though. I touch the vibrator. It's soaking! There's my juices all over it, my ass, the floor every fucking where! You're never going to believe that I didn't cum. I'm going to have to clean myself up a bit.

But first I have to make sure I'm alone. I lean forward and to a side a little trying to get my head to the floor to look under the desk. It's awkward in such a small space though. I slide forwards a couple of inches then try again. Turning sideways slightly I rock up onto my knees and lower my face to the floor. I can see the floor almost everywhere. There are no feet. I raise my head and dare to peep over the desk. The room is empty. Thank fuck for that!

I sit back down. It hurts quite a lot now. There are bruises forming on my behind. I slide back into the hole and rifle through my clothes to find my underwear. There's not much to it, a strip of black sheer material and a decorative lace butterfly at the top of the thong part. But it'll do. I wipe around the vibrator and my ass trying to dry some of the wetness. It doesn't do a brilliant job but it does make it better. I stuff the soggy garment back into my skirt and push it to one side.

So now what? How long have you been gone now? Shit! I've really lost all track of time now. It must be 25 minutes at least. Did that woman give any hints as to how long until you'll be back? I don't think so. My pussy is aching to cum but for the time being at least has been shocked into behaving. My nipples are throbbing. God! I feel like a naughty child who has been left alone and is touching everything I've been told not to. I sigh and resign myself to just waiting. I can't imagine how angry you would be if I was caught. I'm already sorry for getting so carried away. It won't happen again.

I straighten my legs out in front of me for a moment. My knees both pop. That feels better! I was getting stiff under here, I really need to stretch. I reach for my toes and pull myself towards them feeling the stretch along the back of both legs. The vibrator presses more insistently on my clit as I bend forwards. I can't stay like this; it's too intense on my already super sensitive clit and pussy. I stretch the backs of my legs one more time then go back to sitting cross legged. This vibrator's starting to really piss me off. I want to throw the fucking thing out of the window. It's just a source of torment now.

My nipples are really starting to burn too. Oh please hurry up! Come back!

I need to pee! No! I don't. It's just because I can't that I think I want to. Er no, it's not. I really need to pee. Oh fuck off! I can't pee and that's that. Forget it! Stop imagining waterfalls. No thinking of taps dripping. Think of dry places. A dessert maybe. Desserts make you thirsty. And I'm back to water again!

So I can't think of water, cumming, vibrators, nipples, moving. Anything else? Oooh yes, and minutes ticking by. Don't forget that one. Tick tock tick tock. That could really drive me mad if I thought about time passing!

So what can I think of? Normally I would be on the phone or texting I guess. My phone! Brilliant! I'll grab my phone, text you and tell you how scared I am, that I was nearly discovered and plead with you to come back. I reach for my clothes. Where's my bag? I just assumed it was wrapped in my clothes when you dropped them. It's not here. Shit! Where is it? I poke my head above the desk again and scan the room. No sign of it! I get right up onto my knees and look again.

Now I see it. It's on the other chair by the wall! Fuck! It's too far. Should I risk grabbing it? I know I shouldn't. And besides it got on the chair because you must have put it there. If I get it you'll know I've moved. I sink back down again defeated. Right well I can add mobile phone to the list then.

I look around. I look at the underside of your desk, at the sides of the drawers. Of course! The drawers! I'm not a nosey person. I totally respect privacy and have no wish to invade yours whatsoever. I tell myself this as I reach for the drawer that you put the paddle in. I just want to see it. It's not like I'm looking at anything I shouldn't. And if there are any papers or anything in there I'll close it immediately. No harm done! I don't want to snoop. I'm just restless.

I lean forward and pull up onto my knees again to peer into the drawer. What lies there bent around the inside of the drawer makes my blood freeze and every nerve in my body scream "Get the fuck out of here". I slide the drawer closed and sit back down not feeling the bruises on my bottom this time. Did I really see that? Would you really keep a cane in your drawer? A cane for God's sake?

I slide right back under the desk. I'm not going to move again. I'm reminding myself that I can be a good sub, be trusted to be left on my own and behave as I'm expected to behave. That's to sit still and not cum. I just find it so hard to focus sometimes. Especially when, like now, I'm left to my own devices.

I don't want to feel the savage bite of a cane. Ever. Do you really use that? Do you keep all those things in that drawer all the time or did you bring them in for my benefit? Did you bring that ... that thing to use on me? Did you think I might deserve it? Do I think I deserve it? Maybe I do. No! If I had cum THEN maybe, only maybe I'd deserve it. But I stopped myself didn't i!

"Well no, actually you didn't stop yourself did you? Miss 'I need the file right now' stopped you." Doesn't that still count? I sigh quietly. Probably not.

I'll confess. I'll tell you what I did and hope you'll be lenient. But knowing what's potentially in store for me, is that wise? But to not confess, that's worse.

'He won't know you know, unless you tell him that is' I think. Yes but I'll know. Maybe you will be lenient. "He said he'd be cruel," I taunt "Oh Shut up!" I hiss to myself. I need to think. I need to relax.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and allow the feeling from my engorged pussy to flood all over me. I focus on the burning in my nipples, my now cooler but still tender bottom and even the dull call of my full bladder. I feel all these things and little else. I allow the pleasure to mix with the pain and for both to settle around me like a protective cloak. I feel warm, safe and quiet. It's nice here.

I wait. How long has it been now? Half an hour? Three quarters? I have no idea at all. You can't be staying away for more than an hour surely. It doesn't matter any more. I'll forget time, stop thinking about it and anything else and just wait.

The door opens, I hear feet coming closer. Mans shoes. I squeeze my eyes shut and try again to melt into the floor. It has to be you. Please let it be you.

The feet stop. Slowly I open my eyes. The feet are in front of me. They're your feet. And I could kiss them.



Under His Desk Ch. 03



My heart's hammering in my chest. I'm so glad that you're back that I want to jump up and hug you. I know that's a bad idea but I didn't realise just how close I was to freaking out completely and now I'm almost overwhelmed with relief. You're not saying anything.

"How was your lunch Sir?"

"Very good thank you. Have you been good?" Good? Have i? No. Not really. I almost came.

"Um, ish Sir"

You sit down and roll your chair towards me in my hole. Your knees are apart and stop right next to me. I'm staring right at your cock. Suddenly all I want is to suck it. Will you let me soon?

"Ish? Have you been out?"

I can make out the outline of your cock in your trousers, you're hard! So I'm doing something right. I lick my lips. I'm so very hungry for you.

"No Sir!" I say much to fast. I can't take my eyes off your cock. I swallow, my mouth is suddenly watering. "I played a little but I stopped. I didn't cum." I want to taste you, lick you, please you.

"Someone came in. I was terrified I'd be caught under here Sir." I want you so much. My hands move to touch your thighs.

"Ah yes, I know." I can hear a smile in your voice. You slide your chair back and stand up. My hands grab empty air then drop heavily back to my own thighs.

You walk over to the filing cabinet and turn to face your desk. "Hmm she could have seen you from here. Is that how you were sitting?"

"No Sir," I scoop up my clothes again and slide back as far as I was when she came in. "I was like this."

"I can still see your foot but only just. You're lucky that she didn't look this way. You did very well to keep out of sight." I swell at the compliment. You walk back over to your chair and sit down again. My eyes are drawn straight back to your cock. So very hungry!

"So, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"No Sir." I don't think so.

"Are you sure?" I hesitate, confused.

"Look over there on top of the filing cabinet." I look. At first I don't know what you're talking about. But then I see it. How could I have been so stupid as not to see it earlier. On top of the filing cabinet is a webcam.

"You watched me while you were gone?" Now that's dark! "You saw everything that I did?" Very dark!

"Everything."

I almost came out for my bag! I'm so glad I didn't! Then it hits me! Oh God! The drawer! I looked in the drawer! You know! You want me to tell you I was snooping. Shit!

"So now, what else do you want to tell me?" You're angry.

"I, I, oh no!" I lower my head.

"I'll help you shall i? You know what's in the drawer. You know about The Cane. So what were you looking for?"

"I don't know Sir, the paddle. I was just being nosey. I'm sorry Sir, I know I shouldn't have looked." Fuck fuck fuck! Why did I do that?

"Well, do you know what I think?"

"I don't know Sir". But I think I do know.

"I think nosey sluts who go looking for things should indeed get what they find." You wait and allow your words to sink in. "I think this nosey slut deserves two strokes. What do you think nosey slut?"

"Yes Sir" I manage. I really don't want The Cane. I've wondered about it in the past, about what it's like and if I could take it but I'm beyond wanting to show off. I just don't want it. Even if I know I've earned it. I really shouldn't have been snooping. I consider begging you not to cane me but I'm certain trying to talk my way out of this will make it worse. The best I can hope for now is that you'll go easy. It's only 2 strokes. How hard can it be?

"What did you do with your underwear? Give it to me" I drop the rest of my clothes and hand you my wet thong.

"I tried to dry myself. I was so wet I thought you would think I'd cum without you. I didn't honestly, I just tried to dry myself." I blush fiercely again.

"This is wet through! I've heard enough from you for now. Open your mouth." I do. You stuff the flimsy wet and now cold thong into my mouth and lift my chin to close my mouth completely.

Eugh! The material feels horrible in my mouth. It's making me drool. I can taste my pussy and I don't mind that a bit usually but I don't like this at all. I glare at the floor.

"Out!" You command. I scoot out and kneel in front of you.

"Present to me."

I spin round and jump to my feet keeping my hands on the floor. Both knees pop like firecrackers. The vibrator is still buzzing insistently. I wait for something to happen. I feel a mixture of dread and anticipation. I can't decide which is stronger.

"So just how wet are you?" You ask either me or my pussy, I'm not really sure which. I stay silent. I feel your fingers at either side of the toy pulling it gently out. I don't mean to but as I feel it stretch me I squeeze it tight and it pops from your fingers to settle back inside me. I smile triumphantly and even though I don't mean to I hold on tight to the vibrator. You pull again, I try to relax, allow it to slide out but it gets so far then again I grip hard and pull it back into me.

"Right!" You let go of the vibrator. "If that's the way you want it." The vibrator is turned up to high speed instantly. "That's the way you get it." My knees buckle, my clit is throbbing under the intense vibration and my pussy starts pulsing wildly as I'm suddenly crashing towards cumming.

"Stay up!" I try to keep my knees and elbows locked but I'm shaking and wobbling almost uncontrollably. "You know what I have here in the drawer." I hear it slide open. If you cum or fall you'll get 2 more strokes."

My heart leaps into my mouth. I squeeze my eyes closed and try so hard to relax. "Don't cum! Don't cum" I chant silently. My fear of The Cane is working wonders. I have myself under control, just.

You leave it on high, amused by my struggle. "You want to cum so badly don't you?" You stand behind me, your hands rest on my hips and hold me. "Will you cum for me?"

Your fingers dig into my flesh and you pull me towards you.

"Oh God. Oh please Sir, no" I try to say past the thong. It's intelligible. I need to cum so much. I push back into you. I can feel your hard cock pressing against the vibe. It's almost unbearable. You should be fucking me. I start to shake all over. You pull me back with one strong hand and rub against me. I start to go under.

"Do you want to cum pet?" Your voice is so smooth, I feel it carry me towards the edge. "Do you really want to cum now? You can if you want to."

"I do, I do, I do. Oh God" I gasp. I'm almost there. And then I feel it. The Cane. Its tip draws a threatening line across my back then I feel the length rest against my skin. Every hair on my body stands on end. I'm powerless to stop my orgasm but knowing that it will lead to The Cane still terrifies me. I don't want The Cane. More than anything I don't want The Cane.

But I really do. And now it's too late to stop. It's already started. My nipples are on fire, your fingers are dragging into my flesh, with The Cane resting on my shoulder blade and the utter humiliation of having my thong in my mouth while I drool onto the floor, I fall over the edge. The vibrator sends wave upon wave of pleasure ripping through my body. My toes curl, my fingernails scrape the hard floor, my hips buck and I am lost. Everything else is forgotten. I push back against you hard. I feel your hard cock bulging. I want it. I wish it were your cock inside me. I wish you were fucking me hard and fast.

I can't get any higher. I'm shuddering all over. It rolls right over me delicious and intense. As the spasms lessen, they leave me drained yet invigorated. My knees and elbows are still locked, I'm unable to move. The shudders subside and even though the vibrator's still driving me crazy the realisation of what I've just done slowly dawns on me.

"Oh Alice, you came didn't you? Tut tut bad girl."

I crash down. I want to cry. Really I do. Fuck! What was I thinking. You tricked me! You let me think it was ok to cum. You knew that I would. You knew that I'd got myself so worked up that I didn't need much encouragement to let go. You knew that didn't you? Fuck! Fuck! The Cane! That's four strokes now.

I can't speak. I feel choked with emotion and fear.

"Didn't you?" You're walking around me. No, you're prowling. Four strokes!

"Yyy yes Sir." Sir sounds more like Shir.

"I can't hear you. Tell me what just happened there. What did you just do?" The Cane strokes across my shoulders as you step around my hands. I feel sick.

I swallow and try to push the thong to one side with my tongue so that I can speak. "I came Sir."

"Pardon? You did what?"

"I came Sir." Louder this time.

"And did I tell you that you could cum?"

Didn't You? I can't remember exactly. "I think so Sir." I'm desperately trying to recall what you said. I can't. It's too far away. Lost. "You said I could cum now." I think that's right. Yes, I'm sure that's what you said.

"I said 'if you want to'. It was always your choice my pet. And you did want to didn't you?"

I feel trapped, cornered. "Yes Sir."

"And what else did I tell you?"

Here it comes. I can't say anything. You're moving back around me. Right round to my hip again.

"What" I feel a tap on my back punctuating the first word. "Else did I tell you?" The Cane.

I want to crumble. "Please no. I don't want 4 strokes of The Cane Sir. I don't want two even. I know I deserve those but I'm sorry I got it wrong." I'm babbling. "I thought you wanted me to cum. I thought I ..You .. I .." I trail off.

"How many strokes did I say you get for cumming?"

"Two Sir. But ... Please don't." I bite my lip. Don't cry, don't cry! I don't think I can take this. My calves are straining, my hair is sticking to my face, my wrists are aching and I'm afraid I might wet myself. I want to stand up, say a big 'Fuck You!, get my clothes on and walk out of here for good. That's what I should do right now. Just go.

But I can't. That's not why I came here. I can't lose it now. This is what I wanted.

"Two Sir" I manage louder. I'm terrified but I'm not going anywhere.

"Bend over the desk. Lay your body across it."

My legs turn to lead. I try to move. I can't. I just can't.

"NOW!" You reach under and pull the chain that's dangling between my nipples.

Holy Fuck! That gets me moving! I lift up and turn. My shaking hands grip the desk and slowly, reluctantly I crawl across it until my hips are just short of the edge and my body is laying flat. The nipple clamps are unbearable to lay on. I want them off but I know that's going to be murderous now.

You turn the vibe off. That's something at least. One less torment.

I feel the cane stroking, tapping, threatening my cheeks. It's the centre of my world right now. I know it's coming. But I still don't really know what 'it' is yet.

I wait. My eyes staring at the door but seeing nothing, my teeth gritted and my fingers hooked onto the edge of the desk.

"6 is a much better number than 4 don't you think pet? Whoever heard of 4". I barely register what you just said.

I hear a swish then CRACK! The teeth of a thousand mouths bite hard into my flesh. The pain is immediate and completely overwhelming. I can feel every millimetre of raw fire now tracing a line from my left hip to the middle of my right cheek. My eyes bulge and a silent scream hangs in my gaping mouth. I can feel the welt rising slowly, white hot and merciless.

I try to be ready for the next one. I want to be ready. I'm not.

CRACK! The Cane bites again. Harder, or maybe I just think it's harder. I can't breath, I can't remember how to. I can't see. I can't move. Searing pain fills my universe. It's everything. My cheeks are stinging like never before.

CRACK! Horribly quickly and without any warning The Cane whips through the air and leaves another angry welt across my soft flesh. Then another. CRACK!

My eyes fill up with tears. I will NOT cry! Oh God I don't think I can take another one. That was just too much of a shock. I've lost count now too. Was that one number three or four? Think!

CRACK! I can't! That one feels like its split my flesh in two! Is it over now? Or have I still got one more? Is it stupid to believe that that's really the last one? My tears spill out of my eyes and start to flow. I suck in a huge breath of air but it tastes wrong. I gasp again, I'm breaking down, falling to pieces. Please let that be the last one. Please!

CRACK! It wasn't. I'm lost completely. I struggle with a sob. I would beg you to stop if I could speak but I can't.

"It's over my pet. Don't move." You head for the door. I want to ask where You're going, why You're leaving me but I think I'll choke on my words. "Two seconds." And the door closes behind you.

I stare at it with blurry eyes. "Did I do well?"

The sob breaks out of me. I struggle with my composure. I want to have pulled myself back together before you see me again. I don't want to be weak and pathetic or a cry baby. But shit that was brutal. My bottom feels like it's been branded. I have no idea how I'll sit down this side of next Tuesday. But I did it.

Where are you? I want to cry but at the same time I'm kind of elated. It was the thing I dreaded most and I was right to dread it, it was awful, but it's over and I didn't scream or die.

The door opens and for a second my heart stops. What if it's not you? But it is you and you have a towel in your hand. I smile weakly, relieved and ask again. "Did I do well?"

"You did well."

Why does that make it all right again? It shouldn't but it does. Who did I just prove something to? You? I guess so. Me? Definitely!

You smile at me kindly. "This will make it feel better though it might feel worse a second." Oh no! What now?

You lay the cold wet towel across the edge of your desk.

"Sit here on this." I stand up and carefully lift myself up to sit down on the damp towel. The pressure of my weight is excruciating but my blazing bottom is soothed instantly.

"Thank You Sir."

"Open your mouth." I do. You fish a finger into my mouth, hook the thong and drag it out. It couldn't be any wetter now. It feels so much better now it's gone.

"Thank You Sir"

"It's time these came off too" You gently tug the chain between the nipple clamps. "Are you ready?"

No, I'm not ready!

"Yes Sir."

You take hold of the left one. I know what's coming. I don't know if it will be easier to deal with after the canning or harder to keep my composure because of the state I'm in. My hands grip the edge of the desk tightly. My bottom lip trembles. Here it comes!

You squeeze the clamp and open its jaws. I dare to look down. My nipple looks flattened. As we stare at it, it slowly expands. Hot blood floods like lava back into it bringing with it feeling. It doesn't seem possible but I'm actually forgetting all about my bottom. My nipple's almost back to its normal size again now and getting angrier by the second.

"Ooooh fuck!" I whisper.

You lean down to me and kiss it gently. You draw my now swollen nipple into your mouth and flick it with your tongue. I put my head back and suck in air through my teeth. It hurts unimaginably but it feels so good. It seems to be connected directly to my pussy as each flick of your tongue causes a small but definite twitch on the dormant plug that's still filling me.

"And the other one. Ready?"

No! Really no. I drop my gaze back to you and nod. You look right into my eyes as you squeeze the right clamp open. I try to keep my eyes open, to lose myself in the depths of your eyes just for that moment, you have such beautiful blue eyes, but the pain is too much.

As blood engorges my right nipple sensation returns with a vengeance. It's every bit as bad as the left one which despite your sensual kissing isn't hurting any less. You switch your attention to the right one and suck it as it grows in your mouth. I lean back slightly with my hands behind me, my head rocks backwards, my back arches. You cup each breast in your hands and kiss and suck both of them in turn.

You can't miss the effect this is having on me. I want you so much right now. Every nerve is on end. My clit is beginning an insistent low throb again, my pussy is squeezing and pulsing again, my breath is becoming shallow.

I move my hands to find your head. It's the first time I've touched you. I want to touch every part of you. My fingers explore from the nape of your neck up and over the top of your head to your face. My thumbs trace a line down your cheekbones to your jaw. I want you so much right now. I want you to lick my pussy, to fuck my pussy, to smother me totally. I want to be under you, used by you. I want to mould myself to you. I want to make you feel so good.

And I want you to dominate me. To make me feel small and safe. And wanted. And yours.

I try to lean back and lift my legs, I want to wrap them around your waist, to draw you closer to me. The extra pressure on my injured seat is almost unbearable but if it brings you on top of me it will so be worth it. My legs lock around you. I pull you back. Our weight is on the balance point, I almost have you. I'm sure I hear you moan a little. You want me too. I know it.

"Fuck me" I murmur breathily, "Now. You want me as much as I want you." I persist. "Fuck me."

I know it's not your intention to fuck me like this. I'm guessing that you have other plans. I don't know what they are but I know now that you never intended for me to seduce you like this. But I am doing it anyway. I'm feeling more powerful with every second I hold onto you. I know that I can get you if I really turn it up. Your head lowers slightly. I can reach your ear. My tongue flicks your lobe.

I gasp gently, "Fuck me."

I trail my nails lightly down your back. I feel you shudder slightly. I'll do everything I know to win this one. I nibble your ear and whisper "I want you."

You pull back a little, I think maybe to undo your trousers and pull this plug out of me so you can slide into me and take me right here on your desk. You look right into my eyes and for a second you look so hungry then with a blink the look hardens. I know right away that I've lost.

You pull out of my embrace and stand. You look almost shaken up. You step away from me.

"Get back under there!"

I slide from the desk, grab my towel, flip it over to the cooler damp side and slink carefully back into the hole.

As frustrating as this is for me I now know that it's as hard for you too. But you're resolve and strength has really impressed me. Most men would have given in ages ago and we'd be going at it hammer and tong by now. And as much as I want you, I want it to be on your terms not mine.

"You still haven't earned that yet."

"How do I earn it Sir?"

"I want to see what you can do."

What does that mean? What I can do with what?

"I don't understand Sir."

"I know. But you will pet. You will."

You scoop up my clothes, open the drawer and drop them in.



Under His Desk Ch. 04



I hear a knock on the door.

"Keep quiet," to me. "Come in" to the door.

"Mr Martin, your next appointment is here. Shall I show her in?"

"Right on time. Good good! Yes, please do. Come in Ms Keene. Please take a seat."

On time? You were expecting someone? Who is she?

"Thank you." I hear heels click across the floor to the chair. "Is this yours?" She sounds amused.

"Ah no. Here let me take that."

You stand and move away. You return, open the drawer again and drop my handbag into it. You offer no explanation to her. I know I'd be wondering why you have a women's bag in your office. You sit back down and slide your chair back towards me. My eyes are back on your cock. I can't help it. I stare, transfixed, I'm convinced I can will it to move.

"So you know why you're here?"

I don't! What is she doing here? What are you doing? Will this take long? It's unbearable that something else is eating into our time.

"Yes Mr Martin, I got your email. Though it's a little unusual I have to say."

"Well thank you for coming. Can I get you anything, a drink perhaps?"

"No thank you."

Damn, I'm thirsty now! I hadn't thought about it until now. I don't suppose I'll be offered a drink. No of course not! I'm not here am I!

"Is there anything you would like to ask Ms Keene?"

"Please, call me Abbie, and yes, I do have a couple of questions though I think you've answered most of them already."

What is this? An interview? Why would you schedule this for now? Unless it was already scheduled and you couldn't rearrange it. Yes. That must be it! I'll just sit it out under here then. At least I have a good view. I'm not entirely sure that I won't touch your cock while I wait.

Ooh imagine that! Playing with you under your desk while you pretend nothing's happening. I'm sure you'll like it. I've stopped listening to what you're saying. I'm imagining how good it would feel to rub my hands slowly up your thighs, to reach your cock and feel it through your thin trousers, watch it respond to my touch. Dare i? I wonder if you can ignore me.

I'm sure I saw it twitch then! How come you're hard? Is it because the woman opposite you is attractive? Is it just because you have me under here? Your secret pleasure provider! Are you imagining me sucking your cock? Would you like me to? What are you thinking?

I want to put my hands on you. I want to feel your thighs. I want to pleasure you while you do whatever it is you're doing. I imagine myself touching you, unzipping your trousers, releasing you. I can see you standing hard under your desk here. I wonder if I can quietly slide my legs under me to kneel to get closer to you. I want to learn every inch of your beautiful cock. I will taste you, lick and suck you. I want you so much.

Will it please you though? Yes I think it probably will. Probably? My hands lift up towards your knees but I stop short of laying them on you. Why have I hesitated? I look at my hands then to your cock. What's stopping me?

What if I'm wrong? What if you think I'm taking advantage of the fact that you won't be able to stop me without revealing my presence? That's exactly what I am doing after all isn't it? I can't take any more strokes of The Cane I know that much. But that's not the worst punishment I can think of. What if helping myself to you means that's all I get? That's not a chance I dare take. My hands drop back to my own thighs again and scold myself for being so fucking impatient.

But you said you wanted to see what I can do. Maybe this is what you meant. Maybe I'm supposed to use my initiative and pleasure you without you having to ask. What else could you mean? What if not doing anything is as bad? Oh what do I do?

Fuck it! Sometimes if you don't try you don't get. So I'll go with it being just a case of jump and don't look down! My right hand lands lightly on your left knee and gently squeezes. Testing the water. I put my left hand on your right thigh just above your knee. You don't react. Is that good? Bad? Oh come on! Help me out a bit would you? I decide to play safe and stroke downwards first. Both hands slide over your knees and round the backs of your legs. I can feel the defined muscles through the material. I take my hands off you. I think maybe if you want me to carry on you'll move your feet or legs. You don't move either.

But you didn't move away either. That might mean that you do want me to carry on. I gingerly put my hands back onto your knees and slightly squeeze. Nothing. Not even a quiver. I caress your thighs moving ever so slowly upwards. I touch everywhere from the seat of your chair on the outside of your leg to the seat between your legs and inch up so tentatively. I'm so excited that you're not stopping me. My pussy sends a tingle through me. I have to stifle a giggle. At least something's encouraging me!

Your cock. I'm half way there. It looks so uncomfortable, trapped in your clothes. I only want to make you feel better Sir. You'll feel so much better if you let me take care of you like this.

My hands move another inch. I feel the bigness of your thighs. So strong, so big. Rugby legs or a runner maybe. Another inch. I squeeze, massaging slightly. My thumbs dig into your inner thighs. I lick my lips. How far are you going to let me go with this? I'm growing more confident with every inch. Closer and closer. I turn my hands so that my fingers are splayed forwards and slowly but very definitely close the gap completely.

I'm there! I barely touch you. My index finger merely brushes against your hard cock when your hands drop hard onto my wrists, grab them and squeeze so tightly I almost cry out. You remove my hands from your leg and let me go. I shrink back into my hole taking both hands with me. There's my answer then! So close! So fucking close.

Your chair rolls back, you stand and move around the desk. "Ok then, are you ready?"

I realise I have no idea what's going on. Ready for what? Who? Am I ready? Should I have been listening? I was so preoccupied with your cock, what have I missed?

The other chair rolls into my view and with it are a pair of black stilettos and the smoothest pretty legs I have ever met up close. Ok, they're the only legs I have met up close. They disappear up into a dark skirt. The legs are too close to the desk for their owner to see me I think. The legs sit down on the edge of the chair right in front of me and slide towards me. I shrink backwards trying to avoid being bumped by a knee.

Two very pretty hands with very well manicured nails drop onto the skirt and in one very surprising swift movement pull the skirt right up. The pretty legs part very definitely and for the first time in my life I'm staring right at a pussy that's not my own. I just gawp. My mind goes completely blank. What if anything am I supposed to do now? It's a pussy! And it's wet.

Her legs widen as far as they will go before they stop at the chair arms. Her fingers, tipped with the reddest nail polish I've ever seen slip gently between her neat folds and one finger disappears inside her. I'm mesmerised. It's beautiful! Her fingers slip back and forth. She's masturbating right in front of me. Does she even know I'm here?

I can't move! I don't know what to do. I've never even kissed another woman before. She drags her finger up through her folds and away from her pussy. Her hand with her fingers extended comes straight at me under the desk! Guess that answers that one then!

"Suck her fingers!"

"Yes Sir." and my mouth opens. Her fingers slide in, my tongue is all over them and I'm sucking lightly. Her taste overwhelms me. It's sweet but with a muskiness. I suck harder, lick harder but her fingers are withdrawn leaving my mouth hanging open comically. Her hands disappear from view. I wait, staring at her. She's smooth and hairless. I can see her tiny bud hiding underneath its hood, her perfect labia framing her glistening wetness, inviting me, daring me to touch.

I lick my lips and savour her taste. I know what's coming now. I know what's expected of me. I've never licked pussy before. I've wondered about it though. Anticipation races through my mind and body. I want to taste her properly, I want to feel her and I want to see if I can make her cum. Can i?

"I'm waiting."

"Yes Sir."

I gingerly put my hands on her thighs just as I had on yours only seconds ago. I watch them slide up towards the top. I hesitate. I'm too scared to touch it. What if I hurt her? Scratch her or something. I move my right hand around to the inside of her thigh.

I glance up. I can see you watching. You nod slightly to me. I'm so glad you're being patient. Do you know I've not done this before? I can't remember if I've told you I want to try. And right now I'm not really sure if I'm mostly doing this for her pleasure or for my curiosity but I do know I'm doing it for you.

I look back at her pussy again and let my hand touch one for the first time. It's no great surprise that it feels a lot like mine; just it's over there and not under me. I must know my way around a pussy! I've got one for fucks sake! It's not a complete mystery. I've just never had the opportunity before. Or maybe I've just been too afraid to take it. I'm so nervous I'll get it wrong. But then I know what I like being done to me so that is what I'll do to her. To Abbie.

I stroke my fingers downwards past her clit, between her wet lips, over her opening and stop. I can feel those tiny twitches that mine does! She wants my fingers inside her!

I push my middle finger forward. There's no resistance, only hot wetness. I'm aware of my fingernail and careful not to hurt her. It slides easily in. I withdraw it and send in my index finger too the second time. That's tighter. Wow she must really make it hard for a thick cock to get in. I glance up to you again. You're smiling and watching intently.

I turn my hand over with my fingers still inside her so now my palms up and I can hook into her better. I bring my left hand onto her pelvic mound and drop my thumb onto her clit where I start small rhythmic circles. Her cunt tightens and releases. I start to slide my fingers in and out of her rubbing against the ridges inside that I know is her g-spot. She's reacting, I'm gaining confidence.

It's working too. She's wetter. Much wetter. I pull my fingers right out of her and stick them straight into my mouth looking right at you. She tastes sweeter now. My thumb keeps working on her clit while I devour every drop of her on my fingers and now hand. You would love the taste of her, I know you would. I stare back at her, she's open for me. I want to lick her but I can't get close enough. Maybe I can push her legs up onto the desk then I'll be able to lick her.

I push her chair back a little and put my hands behind her knees to lift her legs. She's not sure what I'm doing but you know.

"Put your feet on the desk Abbie. I think my slut wants to lick you." You smile at me again.

"Thank you Sir."

Her feet go up and she even slides lower into the chair. She's totally open to me now. I hook my feet under me so that I'm kneeling and I run my hands back down her thighs and with my thumbs I pull her soft lips gently apart exposing her very pink, very wet cunt. My mouth is inches from her. I can taste her already but I know this will be better. She's gasping slightly. She wants my mouth on her, she wants to feel my tongue search her. And as greedy as I am for her I know how much her anticipation will be feeding her desire right now. And I feel amazing.

And powerful.

My tongue first makes contact with the trickle of clear sweet nectar just below her hole. I lightly lap upwards pushing gently into her, collecting her wetness. God she's delicious. I lick her again harder this time. Letting my tongue flatten out across her hole instead of penetrating her. The third lick is from the very bottom right up and over her clit. The reaction to that is undeniable. She twitches violently and moans. Have I really never done this before? It just feels so natural.

Are you watching? Can you see your hungry little slut under your desk, crouching like something feral, eating cunt for the very first time? For you.

I lap at her. Long hard strokes, tasting her all the time, savouring and devouring her. Each one the same length, pressure and speed. Each one flicking over her clit at the end. And each one ending in her legs twitching from what I know feels like a small shock. She's loving it and so am I. I don't break the rhythm. I want to take her to the edge first and I think this will. She's moaning. The muscles in her thighs are tensing. I slide my thumbs into her, really push them deep into her and pull them right back out to where they were, holding her wet pink cunt wide open to me and I lick and lick.

She starts to shake. No, more like she starts to vibrate and immediately I slow. I still lick very slowly and with hardly any pressure. She gasps, she sounds frustrated. I'm sure I'm not meant to make her cum that easily. She almost did then, didn't she? I think she might have done in another minute or so. How many times can I do that?

I want to try something else. I always cum this way but I don't want her to, I just want to know if she will. I keep up the gentle lapping until I'm sure she's off the edge again. I let go with my thumbs, one goes just above her clit pulling upwards to fully expose it from his hood. She's so sensitive now. I slide 2 fingers into her tightening pussy under my chin. Push them in really hard and wiggle them. I love how her muscles grip. I start to slide my fingers in and out again as I did earlier, really pressing on her g spot again but start licking her clit as well. Flicking it with the tip of my tongue and sucking on it. My fingers speed up, press harder, she tightens and gasps. My fingers piston in and out, rubbing on her g spot and making squelchy sounds, she's so fucking wet. And I'm licking and sucking her clit. She's really moaning. She's so wound up. I could let her cum now. Should I? Is that what you want?

I look up to you for help. "Sir?"

I know I have control of her. She's not my Dominant. Only you are. She's shown nothing to make me serve her. And you've not told me to either. You put her in front of me, I'm serving you. I'll make her cum when you want me to. Do you want me to?

"Yes my pet?"

I lick her clit a couple of times. "Do you want her to cum yet Sir?"

"Yessssss," she hisses "Oh fuck yes, I want to cum."

I ignore her. You say nothing, I lick her again and keep my eyes on yours waiting for your answer. She's bucking and shaking. Another flick and she squeals. My fingers slow but curl inside her, the palm of my hand is soaking wet, her cunt is squeezing so tight and releasing, tight and releasing. She's ready to go. She just needs pushing.

Do I push her? You're smiling. You nod again. Such a slight movement, almost nothing and yet it's all it takes to bring about Abbies orgasm. I clamp my mouth down onto her clit, suck it and lick it over and over again. My fingers piston into her again and for a few seconds she's still. She's holding her breath, calm.

Now she's cumming hard. Her feet slip off the desk and her legs slam downwards and onto my back as she tries to arch her back but can't. The guttural cry that escapes her mouth causes you to move quickly and clamp your hand over it to prevent any more noise from her. I pull my fingers from her and replace them with my tongue. I lick into her as far and as hard as I can. She's shaking all over. Her fingers are clawing at the chair arms, her thighs lock around my head. And she gushes hot sweet liquid all over my tongue and chin.

I keep licking her until the tension starts to loosen from her back and legs. Her orgasm subsides. The shaking becomes intermittent and less intense. You let her mouth go and she sighs or moans or something, I'm not really sure what to call it. I'm amazed by what just happened. I kinda want to say "ta-daaaa" but that would be wildly inappropriate! Instead I lick her one last time and untangle myself from her legs so that I can slide back under your desk. You're grinning at me though. That's good! That's VERY good!

I smile back at you then lick my lips and lower my face towards the floor.

Abbie takes a moment to recover. She sits herself up, closes her legs and quietly says "Wow." I even more quietly echo "Wow indeed!"

Abbies chair is rolled out of sight with Abbie still sitting in it. She's still dazed.

"Alice, is there anything you need right now?"

"I could do to visit the bathroom Sir."

"You have two minutes before I want you back under there again. The bathroom's over here by the door. One minute fifty."

"Thank You Sir."

I'm already half way out. Oh thank god for that you have a private loo. I didn't know how I would get dressed, look presentable and make it to a more public bathroom in time. I see Abbie properly, she sees me. We smile at each other but my need to pee and time limit I'm on mean I keep going right past her. She's pretty though, I have time to think that as I dart for the door I thought earlier was a cupboard and race through it.

I close it behind me. I'm in a tiny bathroom with just a toilet, a hand basin and a mirror above it. I sit down carefully wincing from the pain. The seats cool but my bottom still screams at me to be careful. I try to reflect on the last couple of hours and wonder again what the hell I'm doing. Or what's going to happen next.

"One minute."

Fuck, I finish peeing and quickly wash my hands. I look at myself in the mirror. It's ok, it's still me in there. I pout at myself and try to look sexy but just look silly. Never mind. I splash water on my face too and smile.

"You know you're going to be fucked by him today one way or another don't you?" my reflection stares back at me and we both know that's the truth.

"Thirty seconds!"

I put my hand on the door handle again, say to the mirror, "Lets do this then!" then open the door and step back into your office.



Under His Desk Ch. 05



I'm frozen in my tracks. You're fucking Abbie. She's bent over your desk and you're fucking her from behind. And you're grinning. My jaw hangs open. I'm not sure what to think yet. Am I shocked? Am I turned on? Well yes. Jealous? I don't know yet. I look into your eyes and pull my mouth closed until I'm biting my lower lip instead. I so wish you were fucking me, that much I do know.

"Sit in the corner pet."

"Yes Sir." My eyes flick to each of the corners of the room.

"That one." You gesture towards the one behind me. I take a step to turn.

"Move properly!"

Fuck! I drop to my hands and knees and crawl away from you. My head's down, hair hanging in my face. I reach the corner and turn round to kneel straightening my back and letting my hands rest on my thighs. I have a perfect view of you, from your feet all the way up your legs where I gaze at the sight at the top of them. Your trousers are undone and pushed down onto your thighs. Your fingers are digging into the flesh on her hips where you're holding Abbie, pulling yourself into her. You're slowly sliding your cock almost all the way out, enough so that I will see its shiny wet tip, then ploughing right back into her.

Higher. I take in your stomach and chest, lightly covered in hair, showing through your open shirt. Then finally your face. And you're looking right at me gazing back at you. I can't read your expression. Is it pleasure that's making your eyes close a little or are you mocking me?

I glance at Abbie. Her eyes are closed and she's pouting. She's mewling and gasping quietly. There's no doubt that she's enjoying herself.

I grin. I can't help it. She looks amazing. So do you. And I know that sooner or later, hopefully sooner, I'll feel what she's feeling. And that look in your eye, even if it is mocking, means you want me to feel what she's feeling too. As much as I want to be where Abbie is, watching you fuck her is turning me on so much.

My legs part slightly and one of my hands begins to slowly stroke up my thigh. I look at you as my hand slides all the way between my thighs and my fingers touch my lips. You're not looking my way now. Your eyes are forward looking at Abbies back. Your face is upturned and with every thrust into her. Your lips part just enough for me to see your teeth. I want to watch you, to drink in every detail of your pleasure.

My fingers slip easily past my pussy lips and feel the heat and wetness inside. My clit is a rock hard bud that feels as though it's almost vibrating with need. My finger brushes past it and the shock that is sends out makes me quietly gasp. I look again to you. Abbie looks up from the desk. Her hair is starting to stick to the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She looks over to me through half lidded eyes and sees me masturbating. Her eyes widen.

"Oooh," she purrs, "you really are a slut." It's the first time she speaks to me directly. I'm not sure if I should reply but I don't know what to say so I say nothing.

She grins and closes her eyes again as her head rolls back to face forward.

"Your slut's enjoying the show after all".

My fingers rub up and down my slit, wetness spreading onto my hand and thighs. I part them more and slide my left hand down to pull to my clit hood up exposing it fully to my rubbing fingers. I've still not cum yet. I can feel it starting to build, that tingle deep inside but I still don't know if I should let it happen. But I so need to.

I lean back against the wall and tilt my hips forward and slide my fingers into my pussy but it still feels empty and aches for your cock. If you look you'll see every part of me now. I want you to see. Look at me. Please look.

But you don't look. You ignore me, you even ignore Abbie's comment about me. I feel invisible now and once again very small. Have you forgotten about me? I don't know what to do. I feel as unsure and afraid as I did when I walked in your door.

To watch you fucking is such a sight. The heat is burning inside me. I want you so much right now it hurts.

"Turn around."

At first I think you're talking to Abbie, telling her you want her on her back. She must think that too because her head has lifted again, trying to look over her shoulder at you.

"Not you." You grip her hips harder and slam deep into her causing her back to arch and a moan to escape her lips. "You!" You're looking at me. "And keep your hands behind your back where I can see them from now on."

I slowly turn around and face the wall. My knees are pulled under me and I draw my hands together behind my back, not holding each other, my palms facing backwards. Open. They're exactly as handcuffs would hold them.

My knees are starting to ache from kneeling on the hard floor. I shuffle my position a little and my heels dig into my bottom a little. The pain had subsided but my heels dig into the welts and the pain renews itself making me wince.

The image of how you look fucking her is burned into my brain. My nipples, my pussy, my stinging cheeks all serve to remind me that when you're finished with her you'll want me.

So I wait. I've always waited. For today, for you. I relish being caught in the bondage of your words. It's so much more powerful than any physical bonds. I hear Abbie gasping and panting, moaning as she approaches her orgasm. I'm not listening to her now though. I'm just waiting.

I'm feeling the welts now. Really feeling them and understanding what they mean to me. And as I do I feel my pussy tighten. My hips rock a little. I close my eyes and feel the beginning of an impossible orgasm. My heels are grinding into my burning welts. Each rock sends fire through me and rests at my clit. My breath is deep and slow. Oh, do you know where I am? My head drops. I'm so still. I could never cum without touching or being touched but I can let the feeling flood me.

I'm startled by a soft hand on my shoulder. I look up and round. Abbie is dressed and smiling at me. She has an envelope in her hand and I think I understand who she is now. You've just paid her!

"He wants you over there now," she says kindly with the emphasis on 'you', and gestures with her head but her eyes don't leave mine.

I gaze at her. She's not just pretty. She's beautiful. Her eyes are the clearest blue with a darker blue ring round the edge and the longest lashes frame them perfectly. She touches my cheek with the back of a finger and strokes downwards towards my parted lips. I meet her finger with my tongue and gently suck the tip for a second before she blinks and pulls away.

She looks over to you then back to me smiling.

"Go on," she urges as she turns for the door.

I wait until I hear it click shut and lift up onto all fours. Before I turn I take a deep breath. The crawl across to you takes forever. My knee slides up to my wrist, my hand moves forwards. Every step is measured and steady. My head is low, my back is dipped making my hips and my shoulders rock as I move.

I reach you. You're standing, feet apart, facing me. I stop and sit back on my heels again. I don't know what to do next. I wait. You wait. What are you waiting for? What do you want me to do? Anything? Nothing?

"Look at me."

I look up. My eyes fix once again on your cock, standing out just above my head. With effort I tear my eyes away and look to your face. You're smiling. You saw me bite my lip when I stared at your cock. You reach down and put a finger under my chin pulling up gently. I rise onto my knees. Oh God! Your cocks right in front of my face now. I can smell Abbie's pussy. I can almost taste her again. I will my eyes to stay on yours. They don't. They drop to your cock. My mouth drops open. I look up again. I realise I'm almost panting with need.

You move your hips forward. Your cock touches my lip. Why don't I move? I just daren't. I have the strongest feeling that I have to be still. To put my mouth onto you feels like a trap, that you may pull away from me if I do. I've never second guessed myself like this. Your eyes hold me still.

Silently I mouth "Please Sir."

Your cock slides along my lip glossing it with your sweet precum, and rests against my cheek. You flick it so that it bounces against my cheek. I lick my lips and wait.

"Please Sir." I whisper.

"What do you want?" You ask. My eyes flick down to your cock and back up to yours.

"You Sir."

Your cock slides back towards my lips. You press lightly between them. I can taste her again. My tongue lifts towards my lips, hesitates, waits for you. So close. In my head I hear myself think over and over; 'Please don't get this wrong now'. You push forward. My lips part and you meet my tongue. I lick you, taste you as you slide deeper over my tongue.

"Suck Me".

I don't need telling twice. My tongue swirls over you tasting everywhere. I push forwards impaling myself on your cock. You meet resistance at the back of my throat, I push further onto you, my throat opens, and I push more fighting a gag as my lips almost meet your belly. I draw back licking and drooling then slide onto you again, right into my throat again. I lick the length of your cock from the tip to your balls then back up like an Abbie flavoured lolly pop. Then you disappear into my mouth again. I'm lashing my tongue over you and sucking then trying to get that last bit deeper and trying not to gag. I nod onto your cock. Sucking and licking.

Your hands find my head and your fingers run into my hair. They get tighter towards the back of my head. Your hips move forwards, push into me. You're holding me, you've taken over now. You're slowly but very deeply fucking my mouth. I'm hungry for you, you fill me. You stop again. My lips are so close to you. I can't breath. You pull my face right into you. I gag and pull back. I don't want to, I can't help it honestly. I try to babble 'sorry' but you revise your grip on my head and slide slowly but deliberately into my throat again. I relax. It takes every ounce of concentration not to gag again.

My eyes start to stream. I grab breaths through my nose when you pull back a little and hold it as you fuck me. My nose is running too. Spit is everywhere. You speed up a little. I can't move my head away, I can't do anything but take what you want to give me. My tongue still flicking across Your swollen head each time it comes into reach before plunging deep again.

My right hand reaches up and cups your balls. They're hard and ready to release. My left hand finds my pussy. My fingers slip easily between my wet lips and start to circle my clit.

You fuck me harder. I gag and try to pull away again but I can't. You hold me firm and keep going. I can't breath. You feel bigger than before. And harder. I squeeze my eyes closed and grab a nose full of air when I can. I've got to stop you. I can't take it any more. But I can't stop you. I rub my clit instead. Oh God I could cum!

And then you do. You pull back and I feel your cock pulse in my mouth, then heat, and you slam back into my throat. Another pulse, another jet fills my throat. I try to swallow so I don't choke but I can't swallow with you so deep still.

"Don't swallow any! I want to see it all."

I press on my clit and start to cum too. You pull out of my mouth and another load hits me across my mouth. Some lands on my tongue and some runs down my chin. My own orgasm takes over and I shake and shudder and throw my head back. I would cry out but my throats full of cum and all I manage is a strangled gargle.

Another jet of cum lands on my face from my cheek to above my left eye. I twitch and my orgasm subsides. My head is still back and most of your cum is trickling to the back of my mouth. I lick some that I feel next to my mouth. I open my right eye. The left one is glued shut. Cum and spit are running down my chin. I catch it with my finger and wipe it upwards into my mouth not wanting to spill any more.

"You may swallow." I close my mouth and move my tongue around savouring the taste of you and then I swallow it down. I carefully lick and suck your cock clean. You let me then pull away. I settle back onto my heels and again lick at my cheek as more cum slips down my face.

I wait. I realise that as calm and still as I might look my heart is racing and I would jump up whooping if I could. You dress and only when you slip your shoes on last do you hand me my clothes.

"Get dressed."

I look for my bra. You have it and my thong in your hand still. I reach for them.

"You don't need these."

The thong I can live without but my nipples will show! I blush. You turn away but I'm sure I saw you start to grin. I grin too and pull on my skirt.

"We have to be going. Are you ready?" I pick up my handbag with shaking fingers.

"Ready for what Sir?" You take my hand and squeeze it reassuringly.

"Ready for the weekend Alice."

You take my arm and look into my eyes, smiling.

"You're mine now."

*****

The End

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