4 comments/ 51213 views/ 2 favorites Pay Day By: EroticLily The clock ticks down to the final minute of the work day and I exhale, glancing anxiously toward my boss' office door. A small grin forms on my rouged lips because it's Tuesday. Payday, of sorts. I've hustled and bustled for him all day long, sharpening his pencils to their finest points, meticulously scrubbing the coffee pot, though he rarely tastes the stuff, and repeatedly tucking my limp dark hair into a tight bun to keep it off my neck, which he's said is quite delicious to stare at as I walk away from him to return to my front desk station. It's 5:01 pm on Tuesday and I'm giddy as I twist the locks on the office door, waiting for him to emerge from his private work den. My fingers shake with need to be in his blonde mane as his tongue slithers precariously close to my hot cunt. "Laurel." My boss's deep voice booms behind me, making the baby hairs on the back of my neck unfurl and stand on edge. He's awoken from his work coma. He's ready to play. I'm silent, waiting for him to begin his round of questions. I've worked for him in this marketing firm for several weeks now and I know what's in store. "Have you sharpened all my pencils?" "Yes." I reply, though I know he only uses black ball point pens. He steps through the doorway, craning his neck to catch my big brown eyes. I turn to face my boss, remaining still, my hands resting at the hem of my pinstriped skirt. "Cleaned the coffee pot?" "Yes." Several times. But I'll do it again for good measure before I cab it home. My boss nods in approval, stepping toward me in his thousand dollar suit, not a strand of his golden yellow hair out of place. His crystal blue eyes traveling longingly down my lithe body, mentally popping the buttons off my cream-colored blouse. "Messages?" He drawls, motioning to me in a little circle with his sturdy index finger. It hurts to tear my eyes from his handsome face, but I do. With my back facing my handsome employer, I go over the messages for the day. "Teller is fine with the reschedule for tomorrow afternoon. Mr. Judson has invited you for golf on Friday..." I bite my lip, recalling the last message. "And your wife would like you to bring home some salmon filets. Three. Because you eat two." His palm moves to my nape, delicately tickling my lily-white flesh. I exhale, my body waiting for his contact for hours. "You're a good secretary, Laurel." My employer says in that silky tone as he presses up against my back, nudging his hips into my backside. I blush softly as he tilts his head and touches his thin lips to my skin from behind me. "Thank you." I murmur, closing my eyes as his mouth trails down to the trim of my top, where the fabric obstructs his view of my body. "Are you wet for me?" My boss whispers, his fingers gliding down to my waist, slowly pulling my blouse untucked from my skirt. "Y-yes." My voice quivers in my throat. I come to work wet for him. My panties stick to my soaked cunt lips throughout the day, as I smile and carry out my secretarial duties, pining away for his secret kiss. "Let's see..." He challenges, wrapping his arms around me, pressing his erection into my ass as his fingers grasp the hem of my skirt, bunching it up to grant himself quick access. I part my legs willingly, biting my red lips as the blonde's fingers make a preliminary pass, just brushing over my puffed cunt lips. "No panties today, Laurel?" The surprise rings clear in his question. I can sense the smirk on his perfect lips. "No." I reply, wondering if he'll be pleased. I know his wife would never do something so naughty. That's why he likes me better. He's told me so, and I believe him. A low chuckle resonates in the back of my employer's throat. His is pleased. "Go to the couch." He instructs, releasing me. I beam, knowing I've done well. I will be rewarded. My hands move to my blouse as I go, pulling the tiny buttons free from their holes. His sapphire pools follow my movements as the blouse crinkles in my hands, peeling off my thin frame. I lift my hands to my back, unclasping my blue bra. Have I mentioned how blue has become my favorite color thanks to him? My admirer shifts his weight from left to right, the tent in his pants apparent as he watches me undress. I discard my bra, dropping it by the foot of the couch, turning toward him so he can see my pert nipples screaming out from my small breasts. "Open." He hisses, clenching his fists at his sides, beckoning me to finish undressing quickly. I give a slight nod and my cheeks bloom with new heat. My fingers work quickly to push my skirt down, exposing my bare sex for my boss's pleasure. I push my heels off but before I can roll down my knee socks, he's in front of me, grasping my hips, lowering me back on the forest green leather couch in the reception area. I'm naked, except for my black knee socks. He's fully clothed and sporting a raging hard-on. I know what happens now. I part my legs for him happily, watching with delight as he first devours me with his beautiful eyes, then he licks his lips. I squirm, anticipating the sumptuous lick of his tongue. He grasps my thighs and he sinks to his knees, the pleats coming out of his expensive suit for the righteous cause of eating out his naughty secretary. The powerful executive runs his thick index finger between my damp lips, sending a shiver down my exposed back. The couch wheezes as I lean back on my elbows, pushing my hips toward him. "I might just give you a raise." He teases, parting my fattened lips, leaning his face in and pressing his tongue flat against my wet flesh. A moan shakes free from my lips. He flicks his tongue against my soaked pink folds, then pushes into my shiny slit, fucking me slowly with as much of its length as he can fit. His eyes lock onto mine and I whimper for more. His thumb presses firmly to my clit, nudging it back and forth as his tongue wriggles between my hot walls. The phone jingles. It's most likely his wife, asking for the whereabouts of him and her fish filets. My boss grunts against my wet core, making me whine, pushing his tongue in and out of me more rapidly. I can't help myself now, writhing against his face, I reach for him and grasp two thick tufts of his flaxen hair. He groans into me, licking and sucking my tender flesh, my sweet juices glossing his lips, tongue and chin. I wish he would let me satisfy him in return, but I know he won't. It's his thing. Getting me off, making me cry with pleasure, tasting my dripping cunt. Best employee benefits package I've ever gotten, even if my employer is a bit anal-retentive. He eases two fingers into my tight hole and I moan loudly, pulling his mouth flush to my aching clit. The ficus is wilting in the corner, I notice briefly, but I don't care. I'll have it replaced by morning. He don't bother to mention either, knowing I'll take care of it. Like a good little secretary. The teasing man's fingers bang inside my squeezing walls as his tongue swirls over my pink clit, his teeth lightly pulling on it. My thighs tremble. I can't lie still anymore, the pressure building within my glistening cunt intensifying from his efforts. My chest rises and falls before his watchful eyes and he reaches up with his free hand, squeezing my breast in his warm palm. "Uhh," I breathe out shakily, grasping his hair tight, arching my back off the green couch, bucking into my boss's face. His rough tongue lashes up against my swollen bud and he commands me with a husky voice, "Come." That's all it takes. I whimper and my head falls back, my hair slipping from the pins I've used to secure in place. My dark hair sprawls free over my naked shoulders and my abdomen flexes rapidly. My walls clench tightly around his probing fingers and tongue. They spasm hard and I cum for him, bathing his slick mouth with my precious nectar. He laps up every drop, pressing his nose against my clit, inhaling me deeply. My body shivers, sagging into the couch. He kisses my inner thighs softly. And it's over. I'm panting for him, my office god, but he pulls away, smoothing his palm over his thinly-veiled erection. "Good work today, Laurel." He murmurs, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his silky locks. The diligent executive adjusts his tie and nods at me, his eyes roving up from my spent frame to finally settle on my eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow." He turns on his polished heel without another word, retreating into his office to gather his things. I take another moment to compose myself and get up. My legs wobble, the warmth of my orgasm trickles down my thigh. I smile to myself, pulling my clothes together. I get dressed and I hobble to the reception desk and pen a note to myself: "Replace ficus." I wash the coffee pot, my clit still tingling. He leaves from the back door, I leave through the front. I continue to wait for my raise. Pay Day Note: Arkhamverse Harley. This takes place 5 months after the end of Arkham Origins. Harley has busted Joker out of jail, and they're now hiding out at an abandoned warehouse. This is the first time she worked for him. ***** "So whaddaya think, mistah J?" Joker cackled wildly as Harley stepped out from behind a divider, auditioning her new look. White make-up caked her face, while her cheeks were painted bright pink. A black domino mask framed her eyes, her blonde hair pulled back into twin pigtails, her body garbed in a nurse's outfit that had been tailored to trail off into a mini-skirt, on top of a black-and-red corset with thigh-high boots and tight fishnets. "Oh, I get it! You're a harlequin! Harleen, you clever little scamp, you!" "I stitched it myself," Harley beamed. "Do you really like it?" "My dear Harleen, who could have known that underneath that staid old doctor's coat lay such a positively ravishing vision?" Harley blushed and gazed down at her feet, trying to hide how red her cheeks had become. "Shucks, Mistah J, all my friends call me Harley." Joker sprang to his feet and brought his face within inches of Harley's, his hands squeezing her cheeks as their noses touched. "Weeellll, then, Harley...this just might be the start of a hilarious friendship." Harley exhaled deeply, giddy with excitement, until Joker abruptly moved away and began walking out of the room, his manner instantly shifting to a more business-like approach. "Come on, dear. We have things to do!" She paced after him, trying to keep up with his brisk walk, as they walked down the hall towards the lower staircase. "How come we got things to do already? We just busted out!" Joker grinned at his new accomplice. "Well, sweetcheeks, you may recall I had quite the little army of louts and undesirables working for me when I was burning down that dreadful old penitentiary. They don't really work cheap, but a few bank robberies here and there covered those expenses quite nicely. Of course," he continued, gnashing his teeth, "the Dork Knight decided to be this city's resident party-pooper. Sequence of events later, my men are all in hospitals with broken ribs, smashed noses, and all sorts of grievous bodily harm, none of which is covered under my employment scheme." "And of course," he sighed, "quite a few of them expect me to reimburse them, ungrateful little weasels. You're a doctor, Harley. You know how expensive medical bills are." He shook his head as they walked down the two flights of stairs leading to the basement. "I wish Canada had a crazy man in a bat costume. I could just move there." "So we're squeezed for cash?" Harley asked, taking the steps two at a time. "I got some dough sitting in a bank, Mistah J - we can use that -" Joker's grin widened. "Awfully sweet of you, my dear, but I've already negotiated a new agreement with my men, courtesy some terms of employment they found very appealing. All that remains now is paying the poor chaps." The Clown Prince of Gotham kicked open the doors to the basement, and as Harley stepped in behind him, she spotted at least 40 men gathered in the large hall, all of them bearing the musculature and bruises of hardened criminals. Many of them broke out in silly grins when they spotted her. "Well, boys, I promised I'd pay up, and barring the times when I'm lying through my teeth, I always keep my promises!" the Joker exclaimed. "I don't get it, Mistah J," Harley whispered, "how are you gonna pay these bozos if you don't have any money on ya?" Joker chuckled. "Oh, Harley, Harley, Harley, these men don't want money! Such a base pursuit, I always say. No, I managed to get them interested in something much more fun than dollar bills." One of the thugs, a large black man with a scar across his face, cleared his throat loudly to get Joker's attention. "Yo, you gonna stand around talkin' all day or are we gonna get a crack at this slut?" A stunned Harley looked at the Joker, whose expression seemed almost apologetic. Almost. "Mistah J, you didn't!" "My cash-flow situation really was quite troublesome, dear. But one look at those rather raunchy pictures you slipped under my cell door was enough for these gentlemen to dismiss my debt in favor of something much more appealing. Isn't it just wonderful how things turn out for the best?" "But," Harley stammered, "I didn't sign up for this -" "What's the matter, Harley?" the Joker said, the playful twinkle in his eye contrasting sharply with the dangerous growl in his voice. "Don't you want to be a team player?" Harley hesitated, weighing her options. She'd abandoned everything to join up with the Joker - he really understood her like no one else ever had. But she hadn't expected something like this in her future. Then again, she just couldn't disappoint the Joker. More than anything else, she wanted her Mistah J's approval. "I guess I could do this," she said, trying to affect a smile. "Promise it'll just be this one time?" The Joker laughed maniacally, slapping Harley on the ass and pushing her into the center of the room. "Splendid! You won't regret hitching your ride to my wagon, sweetheart." Making his way to the exit, he turned around and grinned at his henchman. "I'll be back in a few hours, boys. Remember - you break her, you bought her!" As the door slammed shut behind him, the horny henchmen formed a circle around Harley, who maintained a nervous smile as she eyed the prominent bulges at the front of their pants. The scarred leader grabbed Harley by the waist and pulled her close, one hand sneaking under his mini-skirt to grope her buttocks. "I hope your fine ass is ready, girl," he grinned. The men around her were all pulling off their belts and unzipping their pants. The leader grabbed Harley's corset by the top and tried to rip it off, but Harley shoved his hand away and stepped back. "Watch it, pal! I spent a really long time putting this outfit together. I said I'd help Mistah J, but that don't mean you can get rough with me!" Reaching behind her back, Harley began undoing the clasps of her corset, neatly disrobing and setting the garment aside. The thugs whooped and hollered at the sight of her large breasts, excitedly stroking their erections to full length. Harley giggled and did a small jump; and the men groaned as they watched her tits jiggle in front of them. The leader of the thugs unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, glistening black cock; Harley fell to her knees and got to work, swallowing the meat in front of her. The leader grabbed the back of Harley's head and pushed her deeper down his cock, releasing just enough for her to pull a few inches back out before pushing down again. He rolled his head back as he felt the blonde bombshell suck him off, while Harley reached out and grabbed two more cocks, stroking them slowly from head to base. The leader pulled out until only the tip of his cock was in Harley's mouth, just past her lips, giving enough space for two more thugs to squeeze their cocks in from the side of her mouth. The three men proceeded to thrust in and out of Harley's mouth; every time one cock slipped out, it was hastily crammed back in, and Harley waved her tongue around inside her mouth across the surface of each organ. From behind her, she could feel another thug start to pull down her panties and boots. "Be - mmprgh - careful," she mumbled, juggling the three cocks in her mouth while her bare ass was revealed to the crowd around her. The men admired her plump melons, slapping their cocks against her buttocks as more hands reached around to squeeze and pinch her nipples. Before long, the three men fucking her mouth began firing their loads down her throat; Harley gulped as she swallowed the streams of semen. "Holy shit, this slut's drinking it all, boys!" the leader yelled. Once they were spent, the trio pulled their cocks free and Harley coughed out more cum, a thin trickle of seed pouring out of her left nostril. Meanwhile, the men standing behind her grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her down on the ground, on her back, spreading her legs and forming a line to piledrive her dripping wet pussy. The first man bent down and plunged right inside without a moment's warning, groaning with lust as his pistoning cock split her pussy open. Another henchman, a dwarf with a rapsheet for aggravated assault, sat down on Harley's chest and slipped his thick cock between her cleavage, kneading her nipples as he squeezed her breasts tight around his thrusting member. Harley gestured to another man to join in, and he squatted over her head and stroked his cock over her head as she sucked his balls. Her hands reached out to another two cocks, feverishly masturbating them to climax. The feeling of Harley's tight, wet cunt around his cock proved too much for the thug inside her, and he yelled out in triumph as he spent his seed inside her. Mere seconds after he pulled out, another man took his place, thrusting faster and faster into her tight pussy. The dwarf fucking Harley's tits reached his peak and splattered his cum all over her neck and chin, while the man getting his balls tongued shuddered as his semen was released all over Harley's face and hair. Harley's hands were soon slick with cum as well, the fruits of her dual handjobs. Another group of men took their places immediately, and another group after them, and another after that, and by the time Harley had serviced half the men in the room in this way, her face was drenched in cum, her features barely visible underneath the semen. She gasped and greedily slurped the cum around her mouth, even as her pussy had been reduced to a reservoir of semen, the combined fluids of over 25 men coating her thighs and pooling on the floor around her ass. Eventually, her cunt was just too full for another wave of cocks, so the thugs lifted her up and bent her over a nearby table, baring her ass to the cocks of the remaining men. As the first man walked up to her, another man tapped him on the shoulder to halt him in his path. "Hold on, man, if we're doing this chick for all the medical expenses, Junior should get first crack at that ass." "What's so special about Junior?" the first man demanded. "All of us got roughed up by the Bat." "Yeah, but Junior's the only one who lost an eye to one of them batarangs," came the reply. "Alright, that's kinda sad, but lots of us got hurt real bad -" "And Junior had to get checked out for PTSD!" another man chimed. "Okaay, but -" "And the doctors said they couldn't reattach all his toes!" "Alright, alright!" the first man relented. "Junior, you're up." Harley craned her neck around and took in the sight of Junior, a giant man with a black eye-patch and a limp in his walk, nervously eyeing the foot-long monster swinging between his legs. "Hiya, Junior," she said, praying he would be gentle. Junior grinned, grabbing her buttocks with his large hands and spreading them apart. "Hiya, Harley," he replied, forcing inch after inch of his python into her rectum. Harley closed her eyes and gripped the table tight, willing herself to ignore the pain, reminding herself again and again that this was a good thing; after Junior had stretched her asshole out, it would be easier to take the line of cocks coming after him. Junior managed to sink eight inches of cock in before he could go no further, his thick rod separating Harley's cheeks, preventing them from touching each other. He pulled a few inches out and slammed back in, thrusting faster and faster until he was bouncing off Harley's butt, squeezing her cheeks tight around his cock. The table shook and creaked as Junior released all the frustrations of the past month, fucking Harley's virgin butthole, until he finally roared in climax. A torrent of cum exploded into Harley's bowels, and as Junior pulled his cock out with a wet *pop*, Harley dropped down to the floor, spraying cum from her asshole. Another man immediately took Junior's place, but the giant had stretched Harley's ass too wide for a single man to enjoy. Harley's ass widened as she felt two cocks prodding at her base. "Now hold on, who said you could -" Her protests were cut off by a whorish groan, as two thugs squeezed their cocks inside her ass, pounding in and out while Harley continued to slurp the deposits of semen that were trickling down her face. Before long, they had emptied their loads inside her, and were replaced by another pair, who pushed as deep as they could go, until their hips were pressed tight against Harley's body. Long minutes passed as the remaining men took their places in the line and sodomized Harley's sore, aching rectum, leaving it as drenched and dirty as her thoroughly used pussy. Once every man had come at least once, they spread Harley out on the floor and began jacking off over her hot body, firing more loads all over her. Cum splattered across Harley's heaving breasts, dripping down her taut abdomen and into her pussy, spraying at her face as the clown held her mouth open and tried to slurp up as much of it as she possibly could. When it was done, Harley's body was caked from head to toe in semen, her blond hair matted with sticky seed, her body lying in a small lake of male fluids. The men, having received what they were due, left her on the floor of the basement and made their way out. Harley lay there for an hour, absentmindedly running a finger across her body and licking up the cum that sticked to it, until the door flew open again. With a herculean effort, she sat up as the Joker stood over her, overjoyed at his new apprentice's team spirit."We're in the black, my dear! No more debts for us, don't you fret! On to the next caper!" "Wha - what're we gonna do next, Mistah J?" Harley stammered, her voice obscured by the cum dripping into her mouth whenever she opened. Joker kneeled down and grinned. "Well, Harley, I've hired Croc to break into a vault for me, and he likes his payment up front..."