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A Day at the Office

By: Cuddles



I met this guy name Michael in June at a restaurant and the first time we met, although I had a boyfriend, we hit off and we had sex in his car. I don't know what it is about him but he has a very strong, magnetic and yet erotic force in him that just attracts me and every time I see him, we end up having sex.

One day I was at work, just sitting around doing nothing. No one was in the office so I decided to give him a call. We arranged for him to meet me at the office. I somehow got nervous, like it was a big moment for me. That's just the effect he has on me. I listened to my desk radio for a few minutes while I waited for him and I somehow drifted off to sleep. The door buzzer woke me up and I looked from behind my desk to see who it was. It was him and I felt my heart beat beginning to speed. I opened the door for him and him he walked in. I rose to meet him and when we met I outstretched my hands to hug him. We hugged and we kissed for a very long time. He told me I looked nice and I thanked him. All this time we were in between hugs and kisses. When we released each other, he held my hand and led me to one of the vacant offices in the room.

I sat down on the desk and he came between my legs and we began to kiss again. He lifted my legs and began to kiss my thighs and behind my knees.

'You smell so good' he said and I moaned. He kissed my pussy through my panty and then he proceeded to remove them. He began to lick my pussy, something I think he does very well. He licked and sucked my clit until I was bucking off the table and grabbing his hair. He slipped a finger into my wetness and finger fucked me with a calmness that made me begged for more. I ground my hips against his hand and he slipped another two in. He pulled them out and licked my juices from his fingers. He lifted my top and moved aside my bra. He kissed my breasts and licked the nipples while he began to undress himself. He took of his pants and shirt. I sat up and we exchanged places on the table. When he sat down, I started kissing his nipples, circling them with the tip of my tongue. He closed his eyes and moaned. I kissed and licked his navel, going all the way down until my face met his dick. I kissed it and gently took it into my hands. I wanted to pleasure him until he was screaming my name. I licked the head and gently suck on it. I kept on sucking and rubbing the shaft. I licked and suck the head and he pushed into my mouth. I knew he wanted me to go deeper but I refused and continue to tease him. He groaned and I kept on sucking. When I felt it was time to go deeper. I opened my lips and I engulfed his dick into my hot, moist mouth.

'Oh shit' he groaned 'more, baby, I like that, yeahhhhhhhh'. I kept on sucking his shaft, licking it up and down, tasting every part of it. I massaged his balls and he pushed further into my mouth. I pulled my mouth away from his dick and I moved them down to his balls. I sucked each one of them until he screamed my name begging me to stop. I kept on sucking them and rubbing his dick and he told me he is going to cum soon.

I took my mouth of and he quickly got off the table. I went down on the carpet and bend over on all fours. He positioned himself behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He rubbed his dick back and forth on my clit, getting it all wet from my juices. I took off my top and he pushed in the tip and slowly pushed his way inside. He began to fuck me and I felt my pussy widening to accommodate him. I felt his dick rubbing against my inner walls and I moaned. He pushed deeper and he grabbed my ass and began to fuck me very hard and fast. We fucked like this for 10 mins until he pulled out and told me he was cumin. He came all over my ass while I rubbed my clit. He sat down and pulled me on to his lap. I sat there and we talked and kissed, he rubbed my clit.

'You're so wet and hot' he said and I smiled. He gently rubbed my clit with his thumb while I rubbed his cock to get it hard. In 3 mins he was hard and ready to go again. He laid down and put me to straddle him. I knelt over him and position my pussy over his cock. I grabbed his shaft and inserted it into my waiting pussy. He moaned and I began to ride him slow and deep, feeling him sliding in out of me. I leaned down to kiss him and he took one of my breasts in his mouth and sucked it. I rode him deeper and faster until he took off his mouth and groaned my name. He grabbed my ass and spread the cheeks, I began to grind my hips against his.

'Oh shit' he said and I thought he was going to cum again so I slowed down eventually to a stop.

'False alarm' he smiled and I closed my eyes and began to rotate my hips against him. I got up and turned myself around, so that I was backing him. I felt him rubbing his dick as I pulled up, then suddenly I felt his finger slide into my asshole. While I was riding him, he finger fucked me in the ass. I moaned and grabbed his knees and bounced harder and faster on his dick. He began to push up into my cunt further and further until his balls were slapping against my ass. We went at it like this for 15 mins and then I got off. I helped him up on his feet and we headed for the desk. I leaned over and let my upper body lean on the desk. I spread my legs and waited for Michael to fuck my pussy. He came behind me and spread my ass and rammed his cock far up into my pussy. I moaned and closed my eyes. He began to fuck me slow but he increased his pace to a hard, fast steady rhythm. I grabbed the sides of the desk until my knuckles turned white and Michael continued to fuck my pussy hard and rough. He grabbed my hips and slammed his dick further and further into me. His thighs slapped against my ass hard and fast and the contact made a lot of noise. It felt soooo good I felt myself cumming and I screamed. I came so hard on his dick that his dick slipped out of my pussy suddenly. He pushed it back in and continued to fuck me and then he too came hard. He rammed it into me while he came. I felt his sperm hitting my pussy as he pulled out and squirted all over my pussy and my ass.

When he had cooled off, we cleaned up ourselves and got dress suddenly aware that someone could enter the office any minute. We both smiled at each other and kissed.

'Until we meet again' he said and kissed me deep and long. I kissed him back and we said our goodbyes.

That made my day a pleasant one.

A Day at the Office



The morning sun has barely crested the skyline on the shorter winter day. You open the car door and reach for my elbow, helping me from the seat, waiting until i stand steady upon my high heels before turning and waiting for me to follow. Your voice reaches my ears, low and firm; “Eyes down pet, and keep those hands deep in the pockets.” You know that my lowered eyes will draw less attention, and should my hands be seen, the wide leather cuffs round my wrists would draw a glance or two. The oversized beige trench coat is non-descript, and the weather befits its wearing. The collar pulled high keeps the leather about my neck from view. Silently i nod with an unseen motion, but You’ve no doubt of my compliance. i stay close behind as Your long steps lead me to a new place.

We are alone in the elevator and my eyes never rise. i’ve no idea how many floors we traverse, and when the doors whoosh quietly open i await Your lead before following closely once more. The scents of a place of business penetrate my thoughts and yet i still look nowhere but at the back of Your heels. You stop upon reaching a door and i hear the soft click of a lock turning. You wait until i have entered before closing the door once more and again i hear the lock, reversing its motion to seal us within.

Your fingers lift to trace my jaw and slowly lift my chin, kissing me softly. “Oh pet, it will be a most enjoyable day at the office I think.” i see Your smile and feel nothing more than the desire to please You, for that easy smile to be in place when i am gifted with the sight of Your face.

Turning to the room You reach a desk and sit in the high backed leather chair, motioning me to come close. i approach Your side and stand silently, hands still deeply hidden, eyes once more lowered. “Take off the coat, hang it on the stand and return to me. Leave the belt on the desk.”

Silently i comply, slipping my hands from the pockets and loosening the belt, pulling it from the loops and folding it carefully, movements quick and sure. You watch as i softly tug each button from the hole it occupies and slide the coat down over my shoulders. i turn away, the coat draped over my arm and carry it to the stand in the far corner. As i turn back to You i look up ever so briefly, needing a glimpse of that smile. i am not disappointed. Once more my eyes lower and You watch my return, breasts spilling softly from the lacy lavender bra, the matching panty high on my thighs and tight fitting. i know the smile i was graced with upon turning was the result of You watching my silk covered ass sway gently as i went to hang the coat. i reach Your side once more and i sink slowly to my knees beside Your chair, thighs spread to Your view, a cuffed wrist lying upon each one, ending in an open, upturned palm. i slowly lift my face to You, waiting for Your command.

You reach for the cloth belt of the coat and unfold it, stretching its length and tugging at it, pulling it taut between Your hands. “Your wrists pet.” i lift them to You and You thread one end of the belt through the metal ring of each cuff, leaving but an inch or two between them as You fasten a knot. You slide the remaining length through Your palm, reaching the other end and it finds a home through the ring at the collar round my neck. The belt is just long enough tied in this way that my hands will go no lower than below my breasts. You gaze at me, nod, then slowly roll Your chair away from the desk. You point into the knee space, Your words spoken quietly, “Your home for the day Mine...please…” and Your hand opens to wave at the empty space.

my head ducks low and i crawl carefully on my knees, turning once in the cubbyhole, sitting down upon my ass, knees high and thighs apart, hands pressed to my breasts to take some pull from my neck. i lift my eyes to You and nod once, smiling with my eyes. “Thank You Sir, for giving me such a nice place to stay.” You reach to me and caress my cheek, then pull away and rise, walking to the door. i hear the lock turn again, the door opening. You return to Your chair and pull it in closer, as i press back to allow Your legs room. i hear Your voice with one more command. “Not a sound pet…not a whimper, not a cough…in fact, were I you, I would be very careful about breathing to loudly. Do you understand?” i lean my face against Your leg and nod in reply, knowing the command began when it was uttered and my answer was not to be voiced. Your reply, “Good girl,” sends my spirit soaring; for once more i have pleased You.

i lean into the semi-darkness of the knee space and listen as You begin Your workday. Drawers open and close. The tap of the keyboard. A ringing telephone answered. Papers moved about. Occasionally You reach with the toe of Your shoe and press between my legs. i carefully raise my hands so that i can lay my head against the wood, biting my bottom lip to keep the soft moans from escaping.

Several times You have risen and left the desk, always careful to push the empty chair close in. And several times i have heard others enter, but the words spoken go unheard as i concentrate on being very still, on breathing very quietly. And after each visitor leaves You honor me with Your touch, the foot lifting to stroke it’s leather surface across my leg and into my heat.

When time for lunch arrives You speak without ever leaning to look at me. “I’ll be back pet. Be a good girl and lay down please. Turn Your back to me and face the wall.” i maneuver my body so that the curl of my back faces You and press as close to the wall as my position will allow. Then i feel Your touch as You spread my hair out far behind me. And then the wheels of the chair roll across it, pinning me further in my space.

“Don’t move an inch girl. I’ll not see a hair out of place when I return.” i listen as Your footsteps fade, realizing that You chose not to close the door and anyone could enter at anytime. i breathe deeply before closing my eyes and wishing for Your quick return, fearing discovery with every moment that passes.

An eternity seems to pass before i hear footsteps once more. my eyes open widely and i focus on the shadowed wood grain in front of my face, listening intently. Then voices…and it is not You…and i tremble silently, holding my breath as long as i can between a silent exhale and search for new air. Finally they are gone and the tears of relief well in my eyes, my breathing calms and i try and think how long You have been gone.

Just as i begin to think that my body can no longer hold this position i jerk ever so slightly, the sound of steps approaching the desk closer and closer. And i feel the wheels glide from my hair, tasting the blood from the bite into my lip as i wait to see who has discovered me. Then a bone shuddering sigh of relief, soundless but felt to the soul, as i hear Your voice and Your hand touches my shoulder. “Well done girl.” i hear the smile in Your voice as You continue. “I like to find my things exactly as I left them. Sit up now. I’ve got a drink of water for you.” With those words i twist and turn my way back into a sitting position as You take Your seat and slide close to the desk.

i see Your hand come down the side of the chair, in it a bottle of water. “Drink pet. I’ll only hold it for a moment.” i lean forward and clasp the small opening of the bottle with my lips, tugging upon it and pulling deeply, swallowing the cool water with quiet tilts of my head. Three, four, five deep swallows, and then the bottle is gone. i scoot back into the corner, leaning back and pulling my knees up, elbows resting upon them, my thighs open once more to Your touch. And touch me You do…the toe of Your shoe glides up and down my heat, teasing more and more. i know You feel my squirming…and that it is all right as long as You don’t hear a sound.

The rubbing becomes relentless and my breathing harder. i struggle to focus on silence as You bring me closer and closer to the edge. i lift my hips trying to press harder against You, to snatch at my release and then the touch is gone. i crumple down as the chair rolls back and You stand to leave the room without a word. i close my eyes and slowly bring my senses under control.

When You return You are not alone. Someone sits across the desk from You and the conversation seems to last an eternity, the presence of another increasing my tension with every agonizing moment. i have no idea of the time, of how much longer to go or how long it has been. Only that it is afternoon. Finally the strange voice stands and leaves and Your toe finds its way once more to my wet crotch. i hear the scratch of pen on paper as You murmur, “I should bring you to work more often girl.” Your throaty low laughter rings in my ears as my face flames red out of Your sight.

i lean my head back and close my eyes, wishing the day to end, wanting to touch You, moan Your name. i reach out with hands bound together, leaning into my own reach and stroke Your leg, able to resist no longer…fearing that You will pull away, relieved when You stretch a bit closer. Boldly i lay my head upon Your knee and close my eyes, my heart slowing a bit for the first time that day. Realizing how Your touch can both excite me and calm me, cause fear and cause joy….i smile softly to myself and rub my cheek over the rough cloth of Your pant leg.

my eyes flash open as You suddenly slide back the chair and i push deeper into the corner. i hear the muffled sound of Your voice as You speak with someone and then the closing…and locking….of the door. Your footsteps approach and Your legs re-appear within my vision as You take Your seat and slide forward. i look up to see Your hands at Your fly, the sound of the zipper lowering echoing beneath the desk. Your hand emerges with Your hardened cock held out to me and then without a word Your hand is gone and You return to work, the sound of pen on paper heard once more.

i rise as straight as i am able, knowing what is expected, and kneel between Your parted thighs. my bound hands brace at the edge of Your seat and i lean far to pull You into my mouth. With my hands of no use i cannot tease and play. i simply draw You deep and full into my throat and begin to fuck. Careful to keep my moans of desire buried, careful to make no sounds of need or want, i am silent as Your cock disappears passed my lips again and again. i hear the pen drop atop the desk and feel Your thighs tighten against either side of my head. i know You are close to peaking and i pull harder, stronger suction milking at Your shaft.

Your hips buck once and then You are still in Your chair as You cum hard and long into my mouth. i swallow quickly, each hot stream of Your seed flowing quickly down my throat, knowing if any cum should reach Your clothing i will be punished. When the last spasm has passed and the last swallow taken i hold very still, Your slightly softening cock still held in my hot mouth. Very gently i press You deeper until my lips rest firm at the base, my breath felt inside the fly of Your pants. i tighten my lips and pull one long easy stroke from base to tip, making sure You are as clean as i can make You with only my lips and tongue. The very second that Your cock leaves my lips Your hand appears; You adjust Yourself, zip Your fly and once again begin to write. The only words i hear are, “Rest, little one.” i press back into the corner and sitting with thighs open to You i close my eyes, head lying against the inside wall of the desk.

The scraping of the chair’s wheels rouses me from my dozing and i look around. The room feels darker somehow, and i know it is time to leave. i have no idea how long i slept but the sound of Your voice brings me fully awake immediately. “Kneel up, Mine.” i scramble from beneath the desk and kneel high before You, waiting silently, my eyes looking straight ahead. You reach for the tie at my collar and gently loose the knot. i hold my hands steady, not letting them drop when the binding falls between my legs. You repeat the procedure between my hands and hold the belt out to me. “Time to go home. Fetch your coat.”

i grasp the belt in my fingers with one hand and take the hand You offer to stand slowly, legs stiff from being curled so long. Once standing i turn and walk slowly to the rack, draping the coat over my arm before turning and approaching You once more. You lift the coat from my arm and hold it open to me. i slide in one arm, transfer the belt to the other hand and slide in the other, once again facing You. You reach for the buttons at the top and i stand still and straight as You fasten each one, all the way down. You slip the belt from my fingers and thread it through the loops, cinching it tightly round my waist. You reach up and smooth the hair back from my face gently, then lift the collar with a sharp little tug, concealing my neck once again.

Your eyes travel my body once, assuring that all is in place. “Hands in pockets girl. Don’t get sloppy on Me.” i quickly slide my hands into the deep pockets of the coat and turn to follow You out the door, standing to the side as You lock it, then waiting for the elevator.

The elevator ride is silent and quick. Keeping my eyes down i follow You out of the building and to the car, slipping into the leather seat as You hold the door, inhaling Your scent as You reach across me to buckle my seatbelt. i reach across and unlock Your door after You have closed mine, then return my hand to the pocket. You sit, draw the seatbelt across Your torso and lap, turning to me as You do so.

“You pleased Me well today pet. Did you enjoy your day?” I lift my eyes to Yours, a loving smile upon my lips. i nod softly and speak quietly, “Yes Master, i did. It was a joy to be so near You for the entire day. Thank You.”

You smile at my answer and start the car. No further words are spoken on the drive home. But they aren’t needed. We both know what will happen when we get there.



A Day at the Office



My husband had been working some really long hours. Long to the point where I heard him come in at night but when I woke up in the morning he was already gone. I was working myself but didn't have such bad hours. After not seeing him for eight days straight, I decided to swing by his office to see if I remembered what he looked like. I did but before I could say hello, he whizzed past me and said, "Gotta run to a meeting. I'll be right back." His two assistants followed him out the door, leaving me alone in his office.

I don't know what it was but being left alone that sparked my imagination. I looked at his desk, which was one of three in the single room office. It was the biggest of the three and all I could imagine was my husband bending me over the edge of doing me from behind. I took my blazer off and sat down. My imagination raced and I contemplated releasing some of the tension that had built over the past few days. My skirt, while cut just below the knee, had enough of a slit to where I could easily hike it up and take care of myself. As I began to inch the skirt up I noticed someone walk by the office. 

"Damn, a window!" I thought. Not deterred and now very horny, I slid down under his desk. It was completely enclosed so I turned around, leaned back, raised my knees and placed my feet flat on the floor. My skirt slid down easily down my thighs and I closed my eyes and imagined being bent over the desk. While its always better to have a man's hands on you, the excitement of doing what I was doing under the desk more than made up for the lack of a man there. Even though I was rubbing through both a shirt and a bra, my nipples responded immediately to my touch. I had already moistened my panties so much; I figured I'd have to take them off when I was done anyway so I continued to rub on top of them. (I was thinking of leaving them in his drawer for a surprise.) I just leaned back and imagined being face down and clutching the sides of the desk so I could really be pounded.

But before I could get much further into in, I heard the door swing open. I froze then realized I couldn't be seen. Normally I may I thought of how I was going to get out but as soon as my husband sat in his chair, I knew what I needed to do. Our eyes exchanged a quick look as I grabbed him by the crotch and rolled him into me. The zipper on his suit pants came down easily as he coughed to hide the noise of what was going on from his assistants. What started off as a completely soft cock, sprang to life in my mouth before I had the chance to pump it twice. This was no time for teasing – I wanted him now. If he wasn't going to fuck my pussy at home, I was going to make him fuck my mouth at work. I was completely consumed. I reached up and grabbed one of his hands and put it on the back of my head. He ran his fingers down to the scalp and then grabbed a hand full of hair and began to pull me ever more forcefully down onto his cock.

Normally I'd swallow in such a situation (not that this had ever happened before) but my I needed him to touch me all over. As I guided him into my mouth with my left hand, I unbuttoned my shirt with my right. It wasn't long before I had both it and my bra off. I could feel him starting to come and I pulled my head back. The first eruption hit my chin and then I guided the rest of him all over my breasts. I know if was all mental but I could feel the heat of his passion in every drop of come as it hit my chest. I returned back to my resting position and rubbed him into me as I began to finish myself off. It wouldn't be long now. I realized about two minutes into my pleasuring of myself that I had not let go of his cock. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't come in a week but when I felt his cock begin to come to life again, I began heading for a very intense orgasm. 

But just as I was about to come, I was jolted back to the reality of the situation when I heard my husband start to talk to his coworkers. My heart jumped when I heard him send them out for coffee. "It's going to be a late night," he said. 

As soon as the door closed, he rolled back and looked down at me. I was topless, covered in come and panting. I guess guys like that. I still had not let go of his cock – which was now hard again. He pulled me up but I was hesitant because of the window. I was trembling a bit too - I really needed to come badly. As I cleared the desktop, I saw that he had pulled his curtains shut. "Finally, I'm going to get some!" I thought. But before I could say a word to him he spun me around and pushed me over the edge of the desk. I wrapped my arms around it and felt him crash into me.

I'd love to write in more detail where things went from there but I kind of passed out on the desk. But I think its safe to say I finally got to come.



A Day at the Office



I came home from work, exhausted. My roommate greeted me as usual and asked me how my day went, “Fine, but definitely unusual.”

“Well dinner won’t be done for about an hour, just got home myself, so tell me about it.”

We both sat down on the couch facing each other as she handed me a glass of white wine.

“I need this.”

“So tell me.”

“Well Jim my boss calls me into his office an hour or so after lunch. I knock, he tells me to come in and I take a seat. But he says nothing at first-sort of like he’s uncomfortable about what he is going to say. I’m thinking, shit he’s going to fire me, so my heart starts pounding and I am prepared to blast him.”

“And?”

Well he sat there and then cleared his throat, like he was going to make a speech. A feeling of dread came over me, but I sat there calmly, trying to breathe. So he finally says, “Julie I wanted to discuss something with you, something that is a little sensitive and I’m hoping that you will react as I want you to. I’ve been watching you and your performance and I must say I am impressed.”

“Whew, at least he wasn’t going to fire you.”

“Yeah well it got better. So he looks at me, just kind of staring and I knew something was going to happen, wasn’t sure what, but I was a little more calm now. Well he finally blurts out that while he thinks my performance is great, he’d like to see me perform a few extra duties.”

“Great more work.”

“Like I needed more, I’m swamped already. So I said, like what? Then he gets this smirk on his face and tells me that he would just love to see me perform on the top of his desk.”

“He said that? Just came out and said that?”

“Yep.”

“What did you do?”

“What do you think I did. I got up and walked towards the door.”

“You said nothing?”

“Nope, just walked to the door. Then reached for the handle and locked it.”

“You did not!”

“Hell yes I did, you know I’ve been hot for him since day one and I thought, why not?”

“So what happened?”

“Well I locked the handle and turned around. He was sitting there with a surprised look on his face. I don’t think he thought I would do it. I walked back to his desk and stood in front of it, just waiting.”

“So what did he say?”

“He said, why don’t you take your blouse off, I’ve always wanted to see what your tits looked like.”

“Did you?”

“Yep, but very slowly. Unbuttoning one button at a time. I took off my blouse and stood there.”

“He told me, now take off your bra. I undid my bra and lowered the straps. He was practically drooling. Then I turned my back to him before I let the bra fall to the floor, then stood there. Finally he said, turn around I want to see. So I did. I’m not sure if my nipples were hard because the room was cool or because I was excited, in either case, I could tell he liked it. He told me to take off my skirt. So I unzipped and let it drop. So I’m standing there in thigh highs and panties and he’s says nothing, just stares.”

“And?”

“Well I walked around his desk and stood in front of him. He reached out and ran his hand up my thigh and gave my ass a smack, then murmured-”nice”

My roommate squirmed a little as I told her that he then put his hands in my panties and ran them across my ass. Slowly he lowered my panties, first exposing my ass and telling me to turn around, which I did. He waited a minute before he pulled my panties the rest of the way down, then told me to bend over some. I was wet already and he was about to see that I was. So I bent over and let him get a good look.

“Oh my God Julie, this is too good.”

“You should have been there, I was hot as hell”

“I bet.”

“So he tells me to sit on his desk and I do. He pulls up his chair and gets real close to me, then tells me to open my legs as widely as I can, that he wants to see my pussy. So I opened my legs slowly, making him wait. I guess I was going too slow because he finally reached out, grabbed my knees and pushed my legs open as far as they could go. He ran his fingers across my cunt, spreading my wetness all around. I thought I was going to scream, I wanted his tongue on me already. He must have read my mind because before I knew it, his face was buried in my pussy, licking away at me. He stuck his fingers in me and start to finger fuck me hard. It felt great but I wanted his cock in me. I was close to cumming, when he stopped. He stood up, shoved all of the stuff off his desk and told me to get on my hands and knees.”

“Oh fuck Julie, did you?”

“Oh hell yes, I wanted it bad by now. So I got on hand and knees and presented him with my pussy and ass, his choice for the taking. I didn’t care what he fucked as long as he did. I could hear him unzip his pants and them dropping to the floor. He ran his hand across my pussy, working a couple of fingers into me again, then pulled them out. I felt his cock rubbing against me and felt him start to enter me, slowly at first, then I guess he wanted it as badly as I did, because suddenly he just slammed inside me. He must have been huge, because my pussy felt as stretched as she could be.”

“And?”

“Well he started fucking me hard, slam all the way in, then pull out almost completely, then slam back in. I’m once again close to cumming and he stops.”

“No he did not!”

“Yep, next thing I know I can feel his cock resting up against my ass and I was thinking this is either going to be real good or it’s gonna hurt like hell. I can feel him making my ass wet by rubbing my pussy juice all over my ass and rubbing his cock all over me too. Then I can feel his cock pushing against my ass and he starts sliding in. I swear he was huge because he barely got in me and I thought he was going to split me in two.”

“Did you tell him to stop?”

“Hell no. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. So he starts to slowly go in deeper and I tried to relax. I felt him fill me completely with his cock, but he didn’t move. He wanted until I was ready and then he started to fuck me slowly. It was feeling so good that I started to fuck him right back and then he started to really fuck me. I told him to fuck my ass hard. He grabbed my waist and pulled me hard against him, shoving his cock inside me.”

“Did you like it?”

“I more than liked it, I loved it. I wanted him to fuck me hard, almost tear me open I wanted to be fucked so bad.”

“And?’

“Well he pumped away at my ass, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. Then he reached round and started playing with my pussy and that sent me over the edge. I started cumming on his hand while he fucked my ass.”

I watched as my roommate’s hand moved to her own pussy without her even noticing that she was doing it. I smiled to myself at the thoughts that raced through my mind.

“What happened next?”

“Nothing, he got dressed and so did I.”

“That was it?”

“Well as I walked out I did ask him if my performance was satisfactory. He told me to expect a raise anytime I walk into his office.”

I watched as my roommate sat there, hand still on her pussy. Finally she blurted out “After this I’ve gotta get myself off, watch the oven for me.”

“Do you need any help?”

“No the lasagne is already made, just needs to bake.”

“I wasn’t talking about helping with dinner.”

My roommate let out a surprised gasp followed by a quiet moan, then whispered, “Would you?”

“My pleasure and yours if I do it right.”

I leaned forward and kissed her gently, nibbling at her beautiful lips, slipping my tongue into her mouth, teasing her’s with mine. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, anticipating the moment. When I got to the last button I discovered she was braless. Her breasts were full and gorgeous and the temptation to take them into my mouth was too much to resist. I kissed her neck and then her shoulders and finally her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking on them gently. She moaned a little louder as she placed her hand on my head and pulled me closer to her. I gently removed her blouse and began to unbutton her jeans. She moved my hands away and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them herself. She wiggled her way out of them and threw them onto the floor. I could feel how wet she was even through her pink panties. I worked my fingers inside them and touched her pussy for the first time. 

I started to run my fingers up and down her lips, spreading her wetness all around, then lifted my fingers to my mouth and tasted her. Her taste was sweet and delicate almost tasteless. I placed my fingers against her lips and she licked at my fingers, then began to suck on them. Now it was my turn to get wet. I felt my pussy clench as she took my fingers into her mouth, flicking her tongue across them. I kissed her again tasting her once more. She lifted her ass up and worked her panties off. I got the first glimpse of her pussy, pink and wet and irresistiable. She leaned back and I lowered my head to her pussy as she watched. 

Using my fingers I opened her up and ran my tongue across her clit. She let out a gasp, then reached out and gently pushed my face into her pussy. That was all the encouragement I needed. I began to lick at her, lapping at her wetness. I used my fingers to open her up more and shoved my tongue inside her, sliding my tongue in and out of her, tongue fucking her as deeply as I could. I rubbed my fingers across her clit as my tongue slipped in and out of her. She began to grind her pussy against my tongue and fingers, forcing me inside her more. I started to lick her faster and deeper, wanting her to cum in my mouth. I felt her body begin to tense and I knew she was close, so I took her clit between my teeth and flicked my tongue across it as quickly as I could. Her back began to arch and she began to cum in my mouth, her cum filling my mouth. I licked harder and faster to get all of it. 

She lay for a moment, then whispered “You think you could get a job working for you, I’m sure Jim wouldn’t mind a threesome now and then?”

“I bet he wouldn’t, neither would I.”



A Day At The Office



Karen was pulled off the bed, her pajamas stripped from her think and meek body. Hands drove her mad as they traveled all over her body. She was dripping with desire. Then suddenly she heard a loud and disturbing noise. It was her alarm clock. She was awake and wished that she wasn’t. She hadn’t had sex since Steve left her and she was about to burst with sexual frustration and energy lately. Today seemed much worse than most days. 

She flicked off her alarm clock and stripped off her clothes as she walked into the master bath. She turned on the hottest shower and let the scalding water sooth her tingling body. The soft peaks of her nipples hardened as her hands lingered between her legs where she’d been washing herself. Work seemed a million miles from what she really wanted to be doing today, but she didn’t have time. 

She climbed out of the shower and threw on the shortest skirt with nothing but a thin pair of pink lace panties underneath. The look was complete with her slightly sensual tight, white button-down shirt and no bra. White stilettos held her legs up and her hair, usually worn in a bun flowed freely and strawberry blonde, down her shoulders. At least if I can look like I’m getting some maybe I’ll feel better, she thought. 

She was a legal secretary at a law firm called Big Richard’s Corporation. It wasn’t as wonderful as it may have seemed to some women. Her boss Pedro Richards, was beautiful, Mexican with a large form, complete with slick black hair and the lushest skin she’d ever seen. 

However, as he towered over Karen now and reprimanded her for being five minutes tardy, she found she barely heard his words, her eyes were so intent on his crotch. Was he staring at her breasts or was that her imagination. She mustered up the coyest face she could and murmured, “I’m sorry sir, I got caught up in the shower.” 

“Would you like to join me in my office, Ms. Brookes? I feel that perhaps we need to have a bit of a chat.”

“Why yes sir,” she replied meekly, sliding immediately back into the shell she barely peeked out of. Despite herself, as she followed him into his office, she absently twirled a lock of her hair and wondered what he would look like out of his suit. 

Tom Davis sat in the chair opposite her boss’s desk. He was a gorgeous blonde who couldn’t have been a day over thirty with rock hard pecs and sparkling blue eyes. Today those eyes were full of mischief as they watched her every move as well as Pedro’s. 

“Have a seat Ms. Brookes,” Pedro commanded. 

Automatically she complied, absently she licked her lips. Why couldn’t she shake this feeling, she wondered. She found herself watching Tom and speculating on whether he was going to stay or leave. Rather he not see my humiliation she thought hastily. Pedro as if reading her mind, glanced at Tom.

“Mr. Davis could you excuse us for five minutes, then if you would please return, we’ll finish our discussion.”

“Certainly sir,” said the Blonde God that Karen could no longer keep her eyes off of. 

Pedro turned to Karen, “So how do you see fit for me to punish you for your slight tardiness today.”

Karen looked him straight in the eye and murmured something under her breath. Here goes, she thought to herself and feigned self confidence. By now he was watching her like a starving hawk in the wild about to eat her heart or worse. She decided she had nothing to lose. Suggestively, she ran her hand up her leg and lifted her skirt ever so slightly until he could see the pink lace panties beneath. “Anything you would like,” she purred.

He glanced quickly at her in disbelief, but called for Tom who quietly entered and then locked the door behind him. Pedro kneeled in front of her and reached up forcefully pulling her skirt above her hips. He pressed his lips to the wetness in her panties and kissed her gently. She moaned a bit as he tugged them down and over her heels. His hot Mexican tongue stroked her clit gently until she felt she may as well be on fire. Her clit was throbbing with need as he slide his fingers deep inside her. 

Tom yanked the buttons of her top open in one quick motion and threw the shirt to the floor. He stroked her nipples gently with his fingertips as Pedro began to rub his face all over her pussy, driving her almost wild. 

He threw her skirt to the floor and lifted her to the desk to lay her down there. Her butt was slightly over the edge of the desk but he held her legs so she was fully exposed. 

He straddled her stomach, his back to her and moaned as she hungrily took his large hard cock into her hands and began to stroke it as she licked the head with her tongue. Once again he shoved his face between his legs and sucked her clit hard as he shook his head a bit. The fingers probing inside of her felt wonderful and suddenly there were two tongues, moving in unison all over her pussy. 

Tom had knelt below her. Karen moaned at the two tireless tongues that teased her and sucked on her until she felt the wave of pleasure rising from her feet extend itself into her womb and she let out a soft moan as her body convulsed with her climax. The vibration of her moans on his hard cock almost pushed Pedro over the edge. 

He pushed her to the floor on all fours and got on his knees behind her. Gently he stroked her clit and the lips of her pussy with the head of his throbbing cock. Then when she felt as if she could take no more, he drove it deep inside her. Tom stood before her and she reached for his cock, shoving it into her mouth. Wasting no time with teasing she drew it in and out of her throat, sucking in the same thrusts that Pedro was fucking her with. This felt like Heaven to her. Her fingers squeezed Tom’s balls, making him cry out. Again she felt the fingers on her clit. Faster and harder he took her from behind and she kept up, pulling Tom in her mouth harder each time. Tom pulled his cock from her mouth. 

“I’m almost there, but I want some of that hot pussy too.” He said to Pedro. 

Pedro withdrew from her, making her cry out again. Lifting her from the floor, he stood her in front of him. Tom bent his head to her breast and sucked her nipples as Pedro eased his huge cock far into her ass, making her almost scream with passion and pain. 

To her surprise, Tom thrust his cock deep inside her pussy. The two began to move together at the same time, in and out until it began to feel as if she had one giant hard cock that rammed into her over and over again. No longer she could take this and she fell to her knees, knocking both of them from her as they came and she came. 

To be continued….



A Day at the Office



[For those of you who've never heard of a Chasti-Permalock (or the predecessor, the "Chastilock2000"), a bit of introduction is in order. Back in 1998, I was watching some infomercial (for lack of a better programme), and was struck by the uncanny way that one Barbie-dollish spokesmodel was hyping up a product as though it were the greatest thing since sliced bread. I even forget what it was, but I remember realizing that it was something she'd probably never used, would never *have* to use, and probably wouldn't be all that good for her, anyway. And yet that pasted-on grin and phony enthusiasm was infectious. I was fascinated, but not in the product, just the Hollywood-style delivery of it.

So to be completely off-the-wall, I imagined some grinning, bubble-headed spokesmodel narrating in all seriousness an infomercial for a permanent chastity device which would rob her of her own sexual pleasure for the rest of her life (but make her constantly craving), and yet somehow she seems convinced that this was a good thing. Moreso, it utilized nanotechnology at an advanced state far beyond current theory (probably impossible, but that's the joy of fantasy). The concept was totally ludicrous, and nobody would ever go for a story like that.

I had it completely written (aside from some edits and additions by J.G. Leathers) in about three hours. The early badly-colored line-art took a little longer.

The "Chastilock2000 Infomercial" became a cult fave in the USENET newsgroups, it's been suggested that it inspired a name for two actual chastity devices which appeared in a few months following (Chastilock and CB2000 -- although both are male devices), and later my website (http://www.sweetchastity.com/) grew out of the realization from this little tale that there were some twisted people out there who actually enjoyed my kinky stuff. Well, that story is six years old last March (although I got the site URL much later), and what follows is one of a number of sequels it has inspired (by several authors, although the one below is mine).

Yes, it's weird (and it winds up slowly at first), but I hope you find it fun!]

A Day at the Office

By ten to seven, the main-floor lobby of the Chasti-Permalock building is already quite active these days. Sometimes, you'll catch a glimpse of political figures, foreign businessmen, military officials.... The other morning, we even had pop stars Britt Baby and PsycheDelia from the Diva Dolls pass through -- rumor is that there's a cross-promotion agreement in development, so perhaps they're going to be wearing our appliances, soon.

Employees punch in on the main floor, now. Ever since they brought in the scanners to do check-in, they like to encorporate that in the main lobby security clearance. I think they just like to have us show off our C-P devices so that onlookers can see that the staff proudly wears them.

Yeah, we inevitably have to show off our Chasti-Permalocks. After speaking into the voice print mic and giving a retinal scan, I lifted the front of my skirt and the attendant ran the hand scanner over the bar code embedded just above the device where pubic hair once grew, until a >blip

Security is a huge issue here, particularily because of the nature of the technology that we wield. There is a global partial-moratorium on nanotech research, with Chasti-Permalock Corporation being one of the very few to be licensed internationally to research and utilize nanoscale tools (a more accurate term than "nanobots," because they're often more likely a charged compound than the kind of 'bot that we're used to).

And when you think about it, it's absolutely necessary. When you're talking about sub-atomic particles geared toward rebuilding matter on a molecular level, you're talking about being able to rebuild all of creation. Splitting an atom would be easy, and you don't need a several-ton warhead to do it. Without regulation, we could be looking at a shift from the old nuclear government-hoarded weapons of mass destruction to private enterprise knowledge-capable mass destruction. A laboratory accident could conceivably wipe out a city or begin a chain reaction that destroys an ecosystem. Oops.

You can guess how many folks would like to get their hands on this technology. Right now, Chasti-Permalock is one of three companies licensed in its use. And different divisions of the company direct many varied applications. The Vyrtu Division oversees medical applications, although the biological functions of Chasti-Permalock's devices require that the division works very closely with their central one. CPFab is researching the use of nanotechnology in construction endeavors and other commercial enterprise, while CPBotix deals with the cutting-edge Artificial Intelligence work we're doing, CP++ directs device and nanoscale programming, and "Ops" is the nickname we have for the unofficial division that works with the military and (as the rumor goes) probably accounts for the lion's share of our funding. My Division is CPKulture, which oversees many departments in the mainstream market geared toward pop commodities: entertainment, fashion, cosmetics (although some of the more radical bodily modification is governed by Vyrtu), and everything on down to the aesthetics of the basic devices that Chasti-Permalock is best known for, themselves. My own role is secretarial, in the Public Relations Department.

Excuse me. The Human Relations Department. I keep forgetting about the recent name change.

All the way up the elevator, I couldn't help thinking about the bar code. Upon accessing a new floor of the building, or entering or exiting a new cluster of offices, we have to get our bar code scanned -- this is how our movements throughout the building are continually monitored. It is also for this reason that it is mandatory in the dress code that women wear mini-skirts and only their devices underneath, barring special personal circumstances. But it disturbs me that our bar codes are so intimate, while men (that is, unless they're part of the various intergendered programs) can wear theirs on their chests. They justify this by physiology: we can't have women publically baring their breasts and men publically baring their genitals (the vast majority of women wear permanent genital devices like mine, and the few exceptions are indecency exceptions that management is willing to live with). What's worse is the bar code's significance. For example, when we get our bar codes scanned to leave the building, we sign the same asset management form that we would if we were taking some other major piece of company property off the premises.

I'm not the only one who's noticed the implications. Several co-workers have remarked on this.

"Keep in mind, though," Ellen from the Telco department had said, "that once you're Chasti-Permalock, you're always Chasti-Permalock. They pretty much own us, anyway. That non-disclosure agreement we sign when accepted for employment here gives them authorization to 'upgrade' our devices upon termination, and we all know that means cutting off all ability to communicate our knowledge of company programs to anyone else... and just about all ability to otherwise function as a human being, in the process. It's not really a change in treatment of staff so much as an acknowledgement of that fact."

Sixth floor. I scanned in, and scanned again when I reached the HRD entrance. "Good morning, Jasmine," Cindy beamed from behind the reception desk. "The board meeting's at eight and we've got a few guests coming in for it. Mr. Sternson wants you to report to him at least a half hour before the meeting. Oh, and you're a mouth girl, today."

A "mouth girl." As if there was ever any doubt.

Sexual favors are not only abused in this company, they've become expected. Part of it is from maintaining an atmosphere of having to enjoy as much pleasure as we can before we lose it to the devices we'll be volunteered to wear. There's no secret that Chasti-Permalock Corporation bucks the sexual harassment policies of other workplaces -- they even welcome the attention, so that prospective employees and the public at large acknowledge that sexuality is a part of the bargain in working for C-P. Therefore, all applicants agree to submit to that treatment. After all, sexuality is an integral part of the market that Chasti-Permalock deals with. They don't hire often, so they can be extremely selective and only take on compliant personnel. When I started there, it was partly for the excitement, I admit.

And that's how I became a mouth girl. Sexual duties are assigned daily. Cindy's usually given ass duties, even though she hates anal sex. Me, I'm always a mouth girl. When I took the job, my talents were assessed and I was given top marks for oral performance. It usually takes several months or even a year or two before a new employee is volunteered for device testing, but within the first two weeks of my employment here, I received permanent vaginal and anal devices. There was no doubt as to where they wanted me perpetually assigned. So I'm a mouth girl. Rare days, I'm assigned "tongue" duties -- oral chores for women -- and I've never been assigned as "hand girl" (I'm not even sure it exists, aside from on paper) or "titty girl," but otherwise, my repertoire is limited. I sort of regret having practiced on a bottle for the couple days before my job interview.

But that was several years ago. Before setting up at the office, I paused to fix myself a coffee in the employee lounge. Cindy slipped in, having had the same idea. "Hey, listen," she confided in a whisper, "I overheard Winston talking about the mass-market devices. He said something about a back door feature. Do you think that the company might be getting involved with population control? I mean, being that they're so closely allied with the government..."

I stopped her there. I've observed that it's not healthy to speculate, in this company. "If they were talking about a 'back door' feature," I fib, "it was probably a euphemism to describe an anal device."

"You think so? I mean, I've heard some weird things..."

"You're only getting half-conversations, Cindy. It's not good to be jumping to conclusions." I didn't elaborate, but I was aware that people who jump to conclusions tend to get reassigned to CPBotix or CP++ suddenly.

"I suppose you're right," she said, tossing sugar into her mug. As for me, I had to hurry to get ready for the day. Especially if I wanted to squeeze in a visit to Pam, this afternoon.

I'm barely in my office when the shocks zapped me.

My anal device is a simple remote-control one. Two quick zaps meant that Sternson wanted to see me in the office right now. He obviously wouldn't wait for seven-thirty. The zaps aren't too bad. Punishment, on the other hand... well, let's just say that I didn't dally.

Sternson is a big man, broad-shouldered and heavy-set. He has a lot of weight on him, but also a certain amount of strength. He dresses in grey, like some bland director of the Ministry of Truth, and his hard eyes are just as piercing and darkly inquisitive. "Were you delayed chatting with Cindy again?"

"Only long enough to pour a coffee, sir." Something in his stare told me that he was somehow aware of everything said. I was suddenly afraid for her. "She's silly, but she's an innocent kid at heart. She'll learn."

He said nothing in response to that. Instead, he tapped the Chasti-Permalock between my legs. "Today's your tongue day, isn't it? And Carole is out on assignment."

I blushed. "I was hoping to see Pam, this afternoon, Sir," I admit.

My Chasti-Permalock vaginal device has an experimental timer programmed into it. If I don't make a certain quota by 7:00 at night, it will begin to shock me intermittently until I fulfill that quota.

The quotas are quite devious. There are sensors embedded on my tongue that can detect the presence of certain chamicals. From Tuesday to Saturday, it has to detect semen in my mouth twice during the course of the day, or it will allow the shocks to kick in.

But Mondays, it has to detect vaginal fluids instead, on one of those two outings.

"No good," he says. "Pam will be out of the office this afternoon, and there aren't too many other women in this department who aren't sealed up. There's Cindy, but she has to stay at her desk." He pressed his fingers between my lips, urged my mouth open, and then inspected my tongue and teeth as though inspecting a horse. "Fortunately, I have another solution, although it will require cancelling all of your other plans, today."

"Sir?" With Sternson, "Sir" is a required appelation which carries almost the same weight as "Master." I feel submissive every time I way it.

"I just received a call from a very special guest who has opted to sit in on our board meeting, this morning. She has expressed interest in being attended to by a white woman who has an aversion to lesbian encounters, but is still compliant and skilled at them. Well, we all know that you protest the lesbian portion of your weekly quota. As to your skills there, reports vary -- but given who the guest is, I suggest that you put in the same kind of enthusiasm as you do with your other oral duties."

"Um, who's the guest, Sir?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stepped back to his desk, sat back in his chair with his legs alongside it, knees open. "There is a possibility that this guest may require your services for the evening, so then there is the one male portion of your Monday quota to consider. I suppose that I should take care of that, right now."

I understood, and crawled around his desk, to unbutton his trousers. I'm trained to undo the zipper with my teeth, so my face was pressed to his throbbing erection, all the way down. A quick downward slide of his pants and undershorts, and the object of my attentions was freed.

I began with the subtleties, some breaths and licks, a couple of kisses and then some intricate tonguing up and down the length of it. I was reverent and hungry at the same time. After a bit of worship, I opened wide and took it in.

I always hate going down on Sternson. His member is massive, making my jaw ache from the girth. However stiff I can keep my upper lip, there's always a risk of scraping with my teeth. Whenever I get too close, I have to resort to giving little love nibbles, as though I'd meant for the teeth to touch. Even worse, deep-throating is difficult, as it reaches far past the back of my throat. Good breath control is absolutely necessary.

I made sure to generate the required humming and wet sucking sounds for him, as well. If I moan from deep enough within my throat, he can feel the vibrations in my lips.

He got closer to the end and the salty taste became thicker until finally he knotted his fingers in my hair and thrust into my mouth several times. All I could do was breathe on the withdrawals and suck hard as he rode my tongue. And swallow. Lots of swallowing.

When it was finally over, I looked up to him from on my knees, sticky cum trickling down my chin. Oral sex is such a submissive act. But there was one final gesture needed: "Thank you, Sir," I complied.

"You'd better clean yourself up," he stated.

"Yes Sir," I replied, still trying to swallow down all the taste of him. Then, I paused as I stood to leave. "I still don't know what this meeting is, Sir."

"The top brass upstairs have come to an agreement on a cross-promotions contract, and have handed it to us to negotiate the details."

"Oh." Still not enlightened, I went back, wiped up, sorted the things in the office that I probably wouldn't get to that day, went to the restroom to brush my teeth and change into my attendant's uniform, and then reported to the boardroom.

Nicole and Desiree were already kneeling inside the doorway when I arrived. I took my place beside them.

"You mean they're actually going through with it?" Desiree whispered to Nicole excitedly.

"Well, I don't know if they're actually going to be permanent devices, or what, but yeah. I mean, this is history in the making," Nikki bubbled.

"What?" I was hoping it would be a clue about the morning events.

"The Diva Dolls. The pop singers. They're making a deal with the company to promote our devices. Just a minute ago, Cindy heard a rumor that one of the girls would be sitting in on this meeting. And I'm guessing that's why you're here, Jazz."

I blushed. I was never a lesbian, and it still caused me considerable embarassment when people knew that I had to service women as one of my Chasti-Permalock device's requirements. 

"I guess that mouth of yours is multi-talented, isn't it, Jazz?" Nicole quipped.

"Winston said that was the one thing that kept them from volunteering her for a pussyface," Desiree added.

"Quit it!" I growled. I wasn't going to take that from them. Not here in the boardroom, and, uh... well, on my knees... wearing my attendant uniform....

The attendant's uniform is a fairly simple ensemble, consisting of 3/4-length silk gloves, ankle boots with 6" heels, a boned satin corset, a choker, a jacket which was bolero-cut in front and tuxedo-tailed in back, and a bellhop's hat, all in royal purple with gold trimmings. Our breasts and vaginal devices were left exposed.

They didn't have an opportunity to continue with their taunts. Members and guests began filing in for the meeting -- at first an occasional one or two, and then a steady stream of people until there were about twenty. Some were executives who I'd recognized, others were music industry folk -- agents, managers, legal consultants. As each entered, we dutifully dealt a welcoming kiss to the swelling crotch of each one, except for the stenographer and security people (any time there were guests, they were always accompanied by security). When paying my homage to one of the guests, he patted my head, turned to one of my colleagues and quipped, "this has got to be a wonderfully sexy place to work...."

And then, she was standing in the doorway, waiting for everyone's adulation as she entered.

I didn't know much about the Diva Dolls, aside from the fact that they were five women who were all image and no substance that the recording industry packaged with lame pop music and sold to the public. They all had tacky stage names (SweetHeart, LeatherEtte, PsycheDelia...), and were similar to other pop tart groups that I'm vaguely familiar with from the past eighty years -- the Tricks, the Go-gos, Tantala, the Spice Girls... although I couldn't name anything they've ever recorded. But this one, she was known to the public by the hokey name "Black Beauty," and was rumored to be a disagreeable sort. Certainly, she wasn't without her own set of controversies, even just a year and a half into her stardom.

She seemed a little startled when Nicole leaned forward to place her kiss, but then when her manager nodded and swept his hand toward Desiree in an invitation to proceed down the queue, she caught on and laughed uproariously.

When she arrived to stand before me, I knew that I had to make my kiss a little hotter, a little more exciting, so I buried myself into the fabric of her skirt until I felt my lips press against her pubic mound. My kiss was flaming and passionate on her, and ended with a lick of the cloth that seperated me from her labia.

"Ooh." She suddenly beamed, a sparkle appearing in her eyes. She ran her hand through my hair as though petting a dog. "Is this one 'Jazz'?"

I don't know if it's the way I shrunk away from her slightly or the fact that my face turned red, but I involuntarily answered her question for her. "She should crawl over to my chair and wait by my side," she stated, grinning wryly.




A Day at the Office



They exchanged greetings and took their seats, and as the attendant girls rose to take their positions on opposite sides of the room, I found myself on hands and knees, taking my place beside her feet.

She looked down to me and whispered: "I'm Brandy. But you are to call me 'Mistress'."

"Yes, Mistress," I blushed. She patted me on the head and then turned back to the proceedings.

The morning passed with discussions of sponsorships and public appearances. Chasti-Permalock was going to kick in 40 million dollars into their tour and album marketing campaign, and all five pop tarts were going to do television advertisements, as well as hyping the products in the cosmetics magazines and participating in a 5-way nude-except-for-devices Playboy photo shoot (the magazine had already agreed to it and one of the representatives was present at the meeting). Brandy had agreed to flash her device at the upcoming Grammy Awards ceremony as the first public acknowledgement that they were wearing the appliances, but with the understanding that if there was a public backlash, she'd pretend it was an accident.

More money was being discussed and traded than I could ever fathom. There were other surprises, too. Such as the fact that the Diva Doll known as 'LeatherEtte" was still a virgin and already wore chastity belts (apparently, it was an inquiry on her behalf that led to the deal being discussed, although it also sounded as though it was not her own preference to live a life of chastity). Or that Chasti-Permalock had been silent financiers for the girls for some time and that there had been a recent humbling break arranged by C-P for all the girls after their last tour, the nature of which I couldn't determine.

It didn't matter. My role was to attend to Brandy's every need, and from the moment that she poked her foot under my nose, I was oblivious to everything but attending to her feet and legs. I polished her shoe leather with my tongue, shining it, poking into the open top to slip a little between her big and second toes. I did circles around her anklebones and loving strides up her calves, with a little play in the valleys behind her knees. It's amazing the things you never think about: how the idea of foot fetish always seems so creepy until you're actually there, lavishing attention on someone, realizing you're actually enjoying the playful indulgence.

Well, there is the sweat. Brandy slipped her shoe off, and suddenly I was kissing the soles, her sweat filling and overwhelming my senses. Of course, her feet didn't necessarily stink, relatively speaking, but it was still an overriding scent.

Like this, I was able to play with her toes. She was wearing nylons, but of thin enough guage as to still be quite pliable and unobstructive. I slipped my tongue between each of her toes, tasted the salty crevices there and slid on, coming to suck on her big toe symbolically. She seemed to rise to attention at that, so I know it struck a positive chord of some sort in her.

I had been gradually moving around her chair until I was under the table, facing her legs. It felt as fulfilling as ever being on my knees before "Black Beauty," regardless of her stardom, but also because of it. There's something about being on my knees that is rewarding and enchanting. Of course, as a mouth girl, most of my sex is experienced on my knees. Maybe it's the submissive in me: kneeling, I feel that I belong.

I was working my way up the insides of her thighs, now, teasing around her kneecaps and trailing up toward her delta. I felt her skirt wrinkle upon my nose from my ascent, and then felt her hand upon my head.

"Easy, girl. Not here. We're just about to wrap it up."

And with that, I nestled into her thighs, nuzzling the skin and administering an occasional lick. I slipped my nose a little under her skirt to sniff her heat, a kind of light musk. I don't know if there's something biological, or what, but there's always seemed to be a tinge of burnt leather in the African smell, an awe-inspiring thick, primal lust.

Contemplating such things made me feel like a dog in heat. Such animalistic urges inspired by smells. And yet we go years without paying any conscious attention to how important that sense really is.

The meeting broke, and everyone pulled away in a cacophony. I was rewarded with a few amused glances when I crawled out from under the table alongside Brandy's chair. My cheeks burned hotly.

The activity of the next few moments passed quickly and with enough confusion that I couldn't take it all in. I recall that Brandy had determined that I should remain on my knees and crawl alongside her out to her waiting limo for the festivities being provided for her the rest of that evening. Someone in management suggested that if I was to crawl through the lobby downstairs still clad in my attendant's uniform, I should have some pasties to cover my nipples. Most of the other activity surrounded meeting agendas, with most talk focusing on the fact that Chasti-Permalock was to provide a woman kitted up per Brandy's specifications for their next video and tour -- she would get back to them as to what those specifications would be. Not long after I was following at heel behind Brandy, on a leash and collar that had materialized in someone's hand.

Through the lobby, this caused quite a stir. Brandy's stardom instantly drew the attention, and my visible status only caused even more speculation. We went to the security exit, and I had to kneel back on my haunches for the guard to scan my bar code to sign me out. I went to reach up for the release form to exit the premises...

... but he had handed it to Brandy to sign. She was the one borrowing company property, today.

There wasn't enough time to think about it. We slipped into the limo quickly, and were away.

"Don't you worry about what the media's going to make over that show?" I inquired.

"Ah, don't you worry about that. If it gets people talking, it's good press."

(And indeed, within days, the tabloids were filled with photos of the lobby passage, along with stories that claimed that I was Brandy's love slave, that she had a bevy of twenty sex prisoners, that she (*gasp*) MAY be a lesbian, that she dumped her last boyfriend for a dog.... I myself received several requests for subsequent interviews, but as Chasti-Permalock management had previously assured Brandy, my confidentiality agreement prevented me from discussing anything I did for the company's sake)

I was taken to an estate on the city limits, one of the "vacation homes" that the Diva Dolls used. Most of the Dolls were away, Brandy had said, but Britt might stop through on occasion.

We entered, Brandy sent her attendants on their way, and then she took me to a large sitting room. She slipped the leash I wore between her legs and drew it up her back, the effect pulling me in between her legs until her skirt wrinkled and folded upon itself along my nose up to my lower eyelids, and my nose and mouth nestled into what I discovered was a very wet cunt.

"Just so we have an understanding," she spoke, sternly, "THIS is what you are here to worship." I felt a trickle of moisture dribble onto my cheek. "You will keep your lips within kissing distance of my womanhood at all times, unless I make a special exception for one reason or another. If we have a conversation, I want to feel your hot breath on me, and look down at your eyes peering through my fur. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered instinctively.

The use of the word "Mistress" brought a smile to her face. "I see you are already familiar with rule number two. In any case, I'm not in the mood for discussion, right now. I plan to ride your face. You'll probably have very little to do during this, aside from trying to keep your breaths. After, we can talk and then a little more subtle loving. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistr--"

That was as far as I got. Instantly, her hands were behind my head, her thighs squeezed around me, and her hips thrusting, as she humped my face. "You should also know," I could barely hear her, "that I ejaculate a fair bit when I cum. I'm a gusher. You're going to get fairly wet."

Up and down, chin to forehead and back, she slid frantically, juicing over me completely. Her wetness trickled down my neck and she hadn't even orgasmed, yet.

But when she did orgasm, it was spectacular. I was thoroughly baptized in her thick musky smell, and I was sure that I would be smelling it on me for days to come. She had marked her property.

It was over in a flurry. She had evidently been in a state of need for some time. She collapsed to the floor, and I with her.

"That was beautiful, Jazz. Thank you. I SO needed someone to take the edge of that hunger. The rest of the evening will be great, but I need to rest."

I wanted to wipe my face. But she stopped me. "No, our agreement is that your mouth remains at my pussy. You can do whatever you need to from down there."

We rested a minute. Then, out of curiosity, I asked, "in your agreement with Chasti-Permalock, what device did you agree to wear? If you're this hungry, I can't imagine you'd want a vaginal device, or at least not a permanent one."

"As a matter of fact," I AM getting a permanent vaginal device. No punishment features, just some intermittent buzzing to keep me a little excited."

"But aren't you going to miss cumming?"

"Chasti-Permalock has been fostering our careers for several years. We had been signing contracts without knowing how much we were signing over to the company. The discussions we've been having are actually not necessary -- they could force us to do promotions for them. But they'd rather that we participate willingly and with a little enthusiasm, so they're doing it as a mutual business move."

"But Chasti-Permalock has some riders that dictate the next twenty years of my life. You see, we were all just on seperate retreats following our last tour, ostensibly to teach us a little humility. I spent mine sharing a prison cell with an old, stinky, fat fart. They promised me that when my career is over, I'm going to live out the rest of my contract -- up to the twenty years -- servicing such perverts."

"I'm primarily lesbian. I'd rather wear a Chasti-Permalock device, be free from getting used there by these men, and become immortal enough to still have my youth and beauty after my contract is up, instead of endure it all and have my life gone by. Once our career is on the skids, I don't look forward to what's beyond."

"And what's the half-life of a pop group like ours? Especially a group of girls who don't particularily like each other. Three albums before the one that bombs? Our second didn't do so great, and I'm not impressed by the ones they gave us to record this time around. At least solo singers can 'reinvent themselves' by changing their wardrobe a little and doing a Playboy shoot or a classy movie."

"What about going solo?" I asked.

"I tried to get a deal struck. They all want Britt to be the one to go solo. Britt. Got the brains of a half-baked poodle. She'd stick a live grenade in her twat and pull out the pin if someone convinced her it would be fun. You can start licking my twat again, Jazz. Slowly."

I complied. "That's probably why they want Britt. Easy to manipulate. They hate it when we've got independent thought."

"You don't like your band-mates much, do you?" I noted, my tongue darting back to its work immediately after speaking. I was ministering mostly to the outside of her cunt, right now, straying as far away as the cracks where her thighs meet her crotch -- and the wonderfully intense tendons at that juncture which transmit everything to the clit on a lower level... perfect for recharging one's erotic batteries.

"You don't have to live with them on the road," Brandy laughed. "Christ. Britt's giggling gets on my nerves after awhile. And Andi -- "SweetHeart" to you -- is so pumped on her own ego that her breasts are going to pop. She's convinced she's the only one in the band with talent, and she's going to be the next Madonna, or the next Caledonia Cross. Feh. The worst of them, though, is PsycheDelia. She's actually a nice kid, but all that coke she uses is going to burn right through her brain and into her ass. Which is not a large distance, considering where they're positioned. She truly IS PsycheDelia. We had that name for her long before we all had the current image."

"That's how it all started, you know. The execs caught on that we were calling her that, and came up with tart names for all of us, complete with trashy go-go mini outfits. Then, everyone gets flashy multicolor, and I got stuck with drab, lame-ass white. Fuckin' white. Everything in music is about black music in white trappings. All the hyped superstars over the past hundred years were white folks made to sound black. Mariah Carey, Gillene Thomas Hawkins, Rick Astley, Enienna Ridge, JGK, Elvis Presley...."


"I don't know who these people are," I come up for air.

She patted my head. "That's okay, dear. Just keep licking. Me, I got a whole century of useless music trivia stored in my head. That's why they find me so threatening."

She started drifting, lost in thought. "A whole century. I wonder what the next century's going to hold, anyway. Now that I'm going to get to see it, that is. That's what's neat about the Chasti-Permalock stuff. You trade the ability to reproduce -- which is fine, because we're overpopulated as it is -- but you get to live practically forever."

"Maybe the future will be like that wacky story about that guy claiming to be from the year 2186 and that mankind had rebelled against some evil conglomerate and your company -- yeah, your company -- was at the center of it. Did you hear about that? Probably laughed in the boardrooms all day. Yeah, and apparently all bio-enhanced people were turned into slave commodities, with laws only recognizing true humans and granting rights to only them, but that the people in charge were really secretly bio-enhanced too... I mean, where did he come up with all this bullshit?"

"There's more immediate worries, I suppose," she pointed out. "There's enough growing protest over Chasti-Permalock that our promo could backfire. They say we're giving up our humanity."

"Personally, I'd rather be alive in another two hundred years with a few added features than dead in thirty."

I was picking up the pace a little by this point, and she was melting into the ministrations. Even her speech seemed to be drifting off. That is, until Britt skipped into the room.

"Oh! Sorry, Brandy!"

"Could you leave us alone awhile, kid?" Brandy called back to her. "I'm gonna be teaching my little puppy here some tricks, and I'd like some quiet."

"Puppy?" She giggled. "She doesn't LOOK like a puppy!"

"You know what I mean."

Britt just started chuckling, though. "Hold on. I've got just the thing. It'll stretch and fit, I'm sure. I think I left it here, a few months ago."

"What are you talking about, girl?" But Britt was already dancing up the stairs. I started back to my duties, but no sooner did the sound of her galloping disappear, and it started a resurgence all the way down the staircase.

"Brandy, this is SO cool! You've got to try this!" She was carrying a box, the lid already half off, and some latex fabric spilled over the edge.

"Britt, not now. I mean it...."

"No, this is serious. I wore this for Adrian, one night, and this suit is so cool. You should put your puppy in it. She'll be a REAL puppy, then." She was giggling incessantly. Brandy was getting annoyed, and I could tell from the tension in her thighs that the mood was gone, so I relented from my attempts to keep her relaxed, and simply kept my face over her crotch to protect her dignity. Brandy was edgy. I, however, wasn't quite so at home with the idea of being subjected to the unexpected.

"Look!" she beamed. "It's got little mitts that look like doggie fingers, and everything. And this mask, it's got flopsy ears, but leaves her mouth open for, well, what she's doing right now, I suppose.... Plus, it's got openings for her breasts and, well, I guess she doesn't need the crotch opening. But look at this tail!" It's great! You squeeze it, and it's all springy! When she crawls, she'll be wagging her tail. That is, if you can take that other plug out of her ass. Otherwise, she can't use the tail."

"Let me get this straight, Britt. YOU wore THIS for our ROAD MANAGER?!?"

"He heh he... Well, you know... we were just playing...."

"Here. Let me see those mitts."

Britt passed the box to Brandy, and she rifled through it for a few moments. I was getting a little more worried, at this point. I wasn't sure I liked this idea.

And then, she looked down at me with that lush sparkle in her eye that she had this morning when we met for the first time. And a diabolical grin....

___________________

Morning rose, and by ten to seven, the main-floor lobby of the Chasti-Permalock building is already quite active. This morning, everyone present received a bit more entertainment than they had bargained for.

"Black Beauty," the Diva Doll that everyone had seen leaving the building with a woman on leash in tow, had returned to turn a pet over to the security people. They scanned my bar code, and she signed the goods return form, turning me over to a guard.

I was dressed head-to-toe in tight-fitting black rubber with holes exposing my tits and plugged crotch, my hands sealed in confining mittens shaped to look like paws, and my legs folded over and restricted so that my ankles were pressed to my ass. I could only walk on hands and knees.

A collar sealed over the openings of my suit and my doggie mask, presenting a seamless appearance. The mask was fairly insidious, with attached dog ears and it actually covered my eyes, but was thinner at the eye sockets, so that I could see through to a limited extent. There was a dog snout that extended out a slight inch or so at my nose. From the upper lip to chin, though, I was open for use.

There were also two little ringing bells attached by clips to my nipples to attract attention to me, and I carried the tail plug that I was unable to wear between my teeth like a bone.

Brandy handed my leash over to one of the guards. "You'll have to lead her to her office, because I'm sure that she's not going to be able to get there on her own." Then, she crouched down and patted me on the head. "Take care sweet little bitch. I hope you get to lick me again before I get my appliances."

And then she turned and left.

Quickly, we did the retinal scan, and then obediently, I followed the guard on up to the sixth floor.

Cindy wasn't at the desk. Instead, there was a new girl. The guard noted this and asked about her.

"Oh, Cindy's been transferred. I'm Marla. And this must be Jazz. Jasmine, Mr. Sternson wants to see you first thing."

The guard reliquished my leash to her, and I was led to Big Brother Sternson's office.

He greeted me with a smile. "Well. I see you've had quite the night. What's that you've got in your mouth?"

He took the damned thing, and I was finally able to suck back the drool I'd been trailing, and then speak: "I don't know why they wanted me to bring the tail. I can't wear it, anyway."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I'm sure we could work it into a systems upgrade. It'd be a little more of an overhaul than usual, but..."

"Excuse my bluntness, Sir, but can I get out of this thing? I've got lots of work on my agenda, this week."

"Well," he answered, "you don't have quite so much anymore. There's been a change of plans. You see, part of our deal with the Diva Dolls was to provide a woman in Chasti-Permalock gear to their specifications. And Brandy's been particularily impressed with you. So you're going to be reassigned. As their mascot for the next little while."




A Day at the Office



"Mascot, Sir?"

"Well, yes. They want you exactly as you are now. Plus the tail. Only, in something a little more... permanent. Chasti-Permalock -style."

My heart leapt up into my throat, and a few tears sprang to my eyes. "But..."

"You remember company policy, don't you? You agreed to it when you were hired on. You'll wear what we assign and be transferred where we see fit. And after you've done your tenure as the Diva Dolls' mascot, you can be our mascot here, at Chasti-Permalock. We'll reprogram your quotas so that both male and female sexual fluids count at all times, but you will need three feedings a day."

"But I don't want to be a dog!" I protested. "Can't someone else...?"

"Absolutely not. Brandy was quite specific. You did too good a job pleasing her, pet. She's determined to get you, and you only. And we've initiated a legal name change on your behalf, too. you're just going to have a single name, from now on, no surname." He opened a cupboard door and turned a floor-to-top mirror mounted on the door so that I saw myself in it. "'Jasmine' isn't here anymore. Jazz, meet 'Muffy'. You'd better make the most of the next three days, because that's how long Tech Services says they're going to need to get your suit ready...."



A Day at the Office



As I wake slowly from a very erotic dream, I hear the shower running. I am feeling a little frisky, so I climb out of bed and join you in the shower. Before you can tell me you don't have time to fool around before going to work, I'm on my knees at your feet sliding your cock into my warm mouth. It does not take long for you to get into my blowjob. I look up at you, you have your head thrown back, and you are starting to breathe faster. You have my head in your hands and you are slowly thrusting your hips back and forth to push more of your cock in my mouth. I let you slide your cock the whole way into my mouth until my nose is tickled by your pubic hair. I could feel your cock get a little bigger and start to pulse in my mouth, before you grabbed the back of my head and held my mouth still so you could cum. I sucked a little harder, massaging your balls, prolonging your orgasm. When you were done, you pulled your cock from my mouth because your head started to get ticklish. You watched me as I swallowed every drop. I got up and out of the shower while you finished getting ready for work. 

I crawled back onto the bed, and knowing you would not have any time to bring me to orgasm, I turned on our favorite porn video and got out my dildo. I started running my hands all over my body, getting very excited. I reached down to feel my pussy and found myself to be soaking wet. I let out a little moan and rubbed my clit. I shoved my dildo into my pussy until it could go no further. I started moving the dildo in and out of my sloppy pussy while I watched a woman being fucked on the video. I was so lost in making myself cum, that I never heard you come out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. When I finally tore my eyes away from the screen, I found you leaning against the bedroom wall, intently watching me with a very big bulge poking out of your towel. 

You started walking towards me after I took notice to you and put my fingers on my clit while you took over pushing the dildo in and out of me. You started moving it faster and faster until I was moaning, thrashing, and begging you to fuck me. Instead of removing the dildo, you flipped me over, lubed up my ass, and slid your cock into my ass. Now that I was full from you and the dildo, it didn't take very long at all for my second orgasm to tear through me. I thought I was going to cum forever! The second one abated, but you did not stop ramming both your cock and the dildo into me, and I was still rubbing my clit. A minute later, another orgasm rocked my system. I was seeing stars. I was incoherent. And at the tail end of my orgasm, yours hit and you let out one long moan and then collapsed on top of me. We stayed that way for a few minutes until I reminded you that you had to get to work. 

You groaned a little as your dick slid out of my ass. I sighed in contentment. I heard you moving around getting ready for work and as I drifted off into a light doze, you kissed me good-bye and went to work.

I woke in the throws of an orgasm, my hand buried in my wet cunt. As my spasms subside, I look at the clock and see it is 10 AM. I get out of bed and go in to take a shower. I have the day off, and an idea is forming in my head. I am still so horny from our morning activities that I want more. 

I get out of the shower, dry off, and go to the closet to choose my outfit. As I stand in front of my closet, inspiration struck! I would wear my fishnet thigh highs, black lacy crotchless panties, garter belt, black lacy bra, and a trench coat. Finishing my outfit are my four inch black heels that make my legs go forever. Feeling very satisfied with my decision, I head for the door so I can surprise you at work. 

As I ride in the cab that will take me to your downtown office, I fantasize about what I am going to do to you once I close and lock the door behind me. I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see me walk through the door! I smile to myself as I reach under my trench coat to see how wet my panties are. I can't help but let out a little moan as my fingers graze my throbbing clit. I look up just in time to see the cabby glancing away from the rearview mirror. I keep my hand under my trench coat, absently rubbing my wet pussy while watching the rearview mirror for the cabby's eyes to come back to me. I see his eyes slide to mine in the mirror and knowing I hold him captive, I pull my fingers from my dripping cunt and put them in my mouth to lick every drop of my fluid off of my fingers. I hear a small gasp come from him as he tries to concentrate on traffic. A minute later, he pulls up in front of your office building and as I hand him the money, I notice a nice bulge in the front of his pants. I ask him if he enjoyed the show. He just nodded at me. 

I walk in the front door, seeing your assistant picking up her phone to announce me to you, I put my finger to my mouth to give her the "shh" sign. I tell her that I want to surprise you and ask her if you are free. She looks at your calendar and tells me you have the next 45 minutes free until your lunch meeting at 12:30. "Perfect," I say. 

I open your office door and see your back. I slip in the door and close and lock it behind me. When the door clicks, you turn around to face me. Seeing me, your face lights up. 

As you ask me what I am doing there, I start walking slowly towards you. I say, "I am here to knock your socks off." My eyes stay on your face as I slowly undo the belt of my coat. I hear your sharp intake of breath as the coat slides off my shoulders to pool at my feet. 

"Oh...my" is all you say as I close the distance between us. I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you as I slowly walk you backwards to your desk chair. Once you are situated, I clear a space on your desk and sit facing you. I put my feet on either side of your thighs and starting at my feet, started running my hands lightly up my legs. I watched your face as my hands lightly grazed my inner thighs. 

Your eyes are transfixed on my hands as they move up my body to cup my breasts, making my nipples hard. I start back down my body, and as I near my inner thighs again, I let my legs fall open, letting you see the opening in my crotchless panties. I slip my finger in the opening, softly caressing my wet folds. I dip my finger into my dripping pussy and then pull my finger out and put it in my mouth. I retrace the path to my pussy, dipping my finger back into my hole. This time, I put my finger into your mouth to let you suck my juices off my finger. You start to reach for my hips to pull me closer to you, but I push you back into your chair. I stand in front of you, turn around and pull my panties off. Then I sit back on your desk in front of you again and let my legs fall open. 

I lightly stroke my outer lips until I can't take it anymore. I pull open my pussy lips and start stroking my clit, dipping my fingers into my pussy after a few strokes. It isn't long before my first orgasm hits me. 

I come down from my orgasm, and see the bulge in the front of your pants. I get on my knees in front of you and pull your zipper down and free your cock. You are already hard and ready for my mouth. I start stroking your shaft, watching your face. Still watching your face, I lean over and lick the underside of your cock to the tip. This makes you twitch a little. I then take your entire head into my mouth. You grab my head so you can thrust into my mouth a little further. 

I continue to let you fuck my face for a few minutes, all the while reaching between my legs to rub my clit. When I am on the verge of another orgasm, I take my mouth from your cock, stand up, turn around and sit on your cock. I sink down to take your whole length and I hear you moan in pleasure, your hands coming to my hips. I take your hands in mine and move them to knead my tits, thrusting faster and faster, riding your cock until I feel your hips moving to meet mine. I take one of your hands in mine and put it between my legs so I can teach you how to rub my clit to make me cum. It doesn't take long for my second orgasm to come and I start moaning and telling you that I'm cumming. 

Your orgasm starts with mine and you grab my hips to keep me still so you can pour yourself into me. As our orgasms subside, I slump over and lay my head on your desk so I can catch my breath. I feel you lay your head on my back. 

After a few minutes, we untangle ourselves and get cleaned up. I decide to leave my panties in your desk drawer to bring a smile to your face later. I pull my trench coat back on and turn around to see you pulling your zipper back up. After we are straightened again, I come over and give you a very long, involved kiss. "Have a good day, baby." I say as I walk towards your door. I turn back to wink at you, unlock your office door and left you to your lunch meeting at 12:30. I smile all the way home, and look forward to fulfilling my next fantasy...