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An Office Encounter

By: kopking



There I was, sat at my desk talking to the manager from my previous shop and catching up on the gossip. The office door opened and in you walked making sure it was closed properly behind you. As I looked over you brought your finger to your lips to keep me from saying anything, then you pointed through the wall to the canteen where a couple of the other staff where on lunch. I looked at you with a puzzled expression on my face but you just smiled at me. I made my excuses and said goodbye to my colleague, placing the handset back in the cradle I turned towards you to se what was going on.

As I swivelled around in my chair, you had your hands under the hem of your skirt and you were pulling down your panties. Before I knew what was happening they were down to your ankles. You merely stepped out of them and walked towards where I sat, opened mouthed. You moved in between my desk and myself, perching yourself on the edge of my desk. 

I was about to say something when you again brought you finger to your lips to quiet me. Your hands found the hem of you skirt for the second time and you pulled it all the way up, exposing you pussy to my gaze. My eyes were wide in disbelief my heart was racing. The girls next door could come in at any moment, but that's not what made me feel this way. You had shaven your pussy for me and I could quite easily see your state of arousal. I looked up at you, your smile was mischievous but your eyes were full of lust. You reached behind my head and pulled me towards your hot wet pussy. 

My tongue immediately went into overdrive, normally I would savour the moment but I knew we didn't have long. My hands were up your skirt playing with your bottom so I let one of them stray around and inserted one, then two fingers into your pussy as my tongue played with your clit. You were shaking and your breathing was fast and heavy, all the time your hands were clasped to the back of my head. As I continued my delicious task your legs started to shake and before long your whimpers started to get slightly louder. Your orgasm hit you like a whirlwind; it was all you could do not to scream out as you pushed my head away and slumped to the floor.

As you were coming back down to earth you noticed the bulge in my trousers and got to your knees. Reaching for my zip with both hands you quickly undid it and pulled out my throbbing erection. After stroking it gently a couple of times you sank your mouth over it and started to suck it hungrily. Alternating every now and then to suck the end hard and then take almost the whole length in your mouth. Occasionally pulling it out to lick up and down the shaft. As you did this your hands sought out my belt, pulling it open and unfastening my trousers. Your hands hooked in the waistband started to pull them down; I raised my hips to give you the help you needed. That done you let my cock fall out of your mouth as you reached up again and made short work of my boxers. 

You stood up, straddled my thighs and reached around for my cock, lowering yourself onto it really slowly until the whole length was inside you. You sat there savouring the moment with your arms wrapped tight around me. Your lips found mine and we kissed each other hungrily, the aroma's of our combined juices fuelling our desire.

You broke the kiss and started to move up and down on my cock, the feeling was so intense and I reached up and opened your blouse, freeing your breasts from the confines of their silk prison. My head lowered almost involuntarily and started to suck on your nipple's as one hand strayed down to play with your clit. I could see you starting to breathe heavily again. Your climax was close but you stood up letting my cock fall out of you and turned around. 

Stepping out of your skirt completely you reached between you legs to find my still hard cock, your naked bottom exposed to my gaze. You lowered yourself down again impaling yourself on my rigid member, but this time there was no pause. Your hips were pumping as you almost hurriedly started to fuck me hard. I reached around to your pussy and my fingers played with your clit. Your breathing became even heavier than before. As I stood up you had to move with me, your body coming to rest on my desk. Your naked breasts with their hard nipple's almost scratching lines into the polished wooden surface. I grabbed hold of your hips and started pumping into your soaking pussy. I could already feel your juices trickling out of you. I started to speed up as you put your and in your mouth to stifle your moans, your legs almost giving up beneath you. Your climax hit you hard and as it did I held my cock inside you as far as it would go as your pussy convulsed around my cock.

You stood up and my cock slipped out of your pussy once more. Pushing me down back into my chair, you sat down and put my cock back into your mouth. There I was with my head back, listening to the staff in the next room discussing their new decorating projects, they could have walked in at any moment. As your mouth and hands worked on my pulsating cock, the thought of being caught only added to the thrill, and as I looked up to watch you I couldn't believe my eyes. You were sat with my cock in your mouth with one hand stroking the shaft, your breasts were coated with my saliva from where I had been sucking them and your legs were wide open. Your other hand was playing with your clit, your juices running out of your pussy. Your breathing was becoming erratic again and I knew you were close to a third orgasm. I looked up into your face and that was all I needed. As well as everything else you were actually smiling at me as you worked on my cock. 

That was it, that was all I needed as I started to shoot my come into your beautiful wet mouth. My hips were almost lifting off the seat as my orgasm raged through me. As I looked down once more I could see you stroking my cock now, as you were yourself returning back down to earth. 

You stood up and kissed me once more before picking your panties up off the floor. I took them out of your hand and pushed them between your legs, wiping up all the sticky juices from your pussy. Giving your clit a little rub as I did so. You moaned once more kissing me as you did so. I pulled your panties from between your legs, the silky wetness felt fantastic in my hand. I quickly folded them and put them in my pocket, as I had fastened my trousers by now. The frown on your face was quite evident so I whispered in your ear "You'll have to get them back after work", before kissing your neck and ear a few times.

I could feel my cock stiffening again and I knew you were getting aroused yourself. The people next door would be finishing their lunch soon and we couldn't risk it any more. I watched as you put your breasts away and then shimmied back into your skirt. I was still hard as you left the office, my hand in my pocket feeling the silk of your panties and knowing that you would be naked under your skirt for the rest of the day. Then again, maybe I was looking forward to seeing you after work!

An Office Encounter Ch. 01



I was sitting in the staff restaurant spending lunch time, as I often did, with a colleague from another department, Dot Masters, a very fanciable forty-something lady whom I had known, not in a biblical sense unfortunately, for many years. We had both successfully worked our way up through the company into responsible positions over the years, and we now headed our own departments. But this success had come at a cost; I had divorced some years before, Dot fairly recently. Yet colleagues is what we had remained, and our friendship did not extend outside working hours.

But all that was about to change. 

This particular day there was not much conversation, and my mind (and possibly my eye) was wandering, when I became aware that Dot was leaning towards me and muttering something in my ear.

"Pardon -- sorry, I did not quite catch what you said."

"I said, I think you are turning into a dirty old man!"

"Dot, how could you say such a thing about an old and respected colleague?"

"Well," she said, "You seem to be staring at that rather pretty young girl over there"

I flushed, rather embarrassed, because I hadn't meant to stare, but there was more than a grain of truth in what she said.

"And I can see that bulge in your trousers..."

"I wish...." I said. I couldn't really deny it, but it was working from memory. I tried to make an excuse.

"That's just my handkerchief."

"Well, fancy that", she said, "Me, an experienced woman, and that's the first time in all these years that I have realised that men had pockets in their Y-fronts."

"Well, I have to admit she is rather pretty, so young and innocent."

"You see", said Dot, "Dirty old man. I rest my case."

"And I can't help noticing that she seems to be showing rather a lot of leg today. Rather nice long and shapely leg, too."

"That may not be coincidence", replied Dot.

My mind was no longer wandering. Indeed it had suddenly become quite sharply focussed. What could she mean?

"That is a very strange thing to say."

"The girl is called Lisa Jones and she happens to work in my department", explained Dot. "She has not been with us very long, and I called her into my office the other day to review progress. I think she was a bit worried, but I sought to reassure her -- she is really one of the best workers in the department. She was quite pleased when I told her this, and she relaxed a bit and we got talking. She said that this was her first job since leaving college, and she was living by herself in her own flat for the first time. She said that she liked her independence, but it could be a bit lonely sometimes. I said I could sympathise with that, as I too was now living on my own. I suggested to her that she was an attractive girl, and that there were plenty of good looking young men working for the company, so it was likely she would not be lonely for very long.

She asked if she could speak confidentially. I said of course, this is an informal chat just to see how you are getting on, and it is entirely informal, off the record. She went on to explain that in fact she did not mind young men, but actually she would prefer an older, more mature man, wiser in the ways of the world, who could, to coin a phrase, show her the ropes. I thought I would make a joke, and expressed the hope that she did not mean that literally. I was a bit taken aback when she said that actually she wouldn't mind, if she had been a bit naughty."

Dot paused in her narrative to let it all sink in. Then she continued. 

"I said to Lisa that I thought I might be able to help her out. I said I thought I knew someone who might just fit the bill."

"Lucky bastard!" I said, "Who's that then?"

"You."

I had to hold on to the table to stop myself from falling out of my chair. Now well into my fifties, I thought such things had passed me by long before.

"Dot, how could you suggest such a thing!"

"Well, at least think about it", said Dot, "Sounds like it's the best offer you've had for some time!"

She wasn't wrong. I looked up to have another glance at Lisa, but she had already gone.

"Hence the leg show I suppose. Does she agree to this?"

Dot replied, "Well she is willing to give it a try if you are. As she said, you're not the worst looking man in the world."

"Well thanks very much!" I said, "That's a real back hander if ever there was one. Does the phrase 'damned with faint praise' mean anything to you?"

Still, though I did not want to admit it, I was well aware that I was no longer Mr. Universe. Never was, in truth.

"I'll have to give it some thought, Dot. I don't know how I will react. After all it has been a long time."

"A long time since what?" asked Dot, knowing perfectly well what I meant.

"Mind your own business"

"There is a catch", Said Dot, and now she seemed more hesitant, "I...I want to share her."

Once again the table came to my rescue.

"Dot -- I had no idea -- are you gay?"

"Well, not really, but I am prepared to make an exception for such a pretty girl. It's been quite a long time for me too, you know."

It was time to go back to our offices. As we left the dining room, Dot said, "You will think about it, won't you?"

"Think about it -- It's very unlikely that I will be thinking about anything else! Can't you see I'm having some difficulty walking?"

She giggled. "At least the flesh is willing."

I was right -- that afternoon not much work was getting done, as my mind went through what Dot had said, and I found myself thinking about various wicked and lustful scenarios. It did not take all that long, now that I think about it again, to come up with an evil little plan. Dot was right; I am a dirty old man! 



An Office Encounter Ch. 02



I 'phoned Dot. "Are you alone in the office? -- Good -- here is a little suggestion. Tell me what you think. Instruct Lisa that she has to come to my office at 5-30 p.m. sharp. There will be no one else about by then. On the dot, you might say! And tell her to remove her knickers before she comes -- perhaps in more than one sense of the word! I'm sorry, but you have made me feel suddenly very wicked!"

"And I have not forgotten about you. As you know, one of my executive privileges is to have a small toilet and shower room as part of my office suite -- you can come up before Lisa and hide in there so that you can watch and listen."

"What have you got in mind," asked Dot. 

"You will have to wait and see." Now emboldened, I added, "But if it goes well, maybe we could go further and have a weekend together. If nothing else I could provide her with a good dinner. I'm not a bad hand in the kitchen these days. Well, what do you think?"

"Sounds good to me," said Dot, "But just one thing. Lisa does not know about my wish to be involved, and I would rather it stayed that way just at the moment, just in case it all goes pear shaped."

"OK, agreed. And tell Lisa that I will understand and not hold it against her if she decides she does not want to do this. I have no wish to force myself upon her -- this arrangement has to be by mutual agreement."

"Oh, I think she will be there" said Dot, and hung up the 'phone.

Having made my plan, I was able to get on with the rest of my work. Indeed I seem to have acquired a spring in my step, not to mention other parts of my anatomy, that I had not felt for some time as I went about my various tasks.

At about 5-15, I cleared my desk. I had remembered a Christmas freebie I had been given some time back, an oversized plastic ruler, half a metre long. I'd no idea what to do with it -- until now. I dug it out from the back of a cupboard and laid it across the desk.

There was a soft knock at the office door, and Dot came in. She looked at the cleared desk top and the ruler. "Oo -- that looks interesting!"

"And you called me a dirty old man!" I said, "What about you being a dirty old woman!"

"A bit less of the 'old' if you don't mind," she sniggered, as she went into my little rest room, leaving the door ajar.

I was by this time feeling both excited and distinctly nervous. But at 5-30 prompt there was another soft knock at the door.

"Come in," I said, firmly, trying to sound in charge of the situation. Lisa's head came round the door.

"Ah, Miss Jones -- come in. Oh, and lock the door behind you, if you please"

Lisa came in and stood before the desk, looking demurely at the carpet. She was wearing a good quality black business suit, knee length skirt, white blouse, black flat shoes, with discreet make-up, and her hair up in a bun. 

"Now, Miss Jones, do you know why I have sent for you?"

"No, sir." The 'sir' shook me a bit; she was willing to play her part, then. 

"Miss Jones, it has come to my attention (not the only thing that had come to attention, either!) that you are not wearing knickers in the office."

(It was rather a good little idea, although I say it myself.)

"But sir, Mrs. Masters told me to take my knickers off!"

"I don't care what Mrs. Masters said. It is company policy that all employees should be properly attired at work."

"I'm sorry sir, I did not mean to be naughty."

The magic word. 

"Very well, Miss Jones. Naughty girls should be punished, don't you agree?"

"Yes, sir"

I picked up the ruler.

"Bend over the desk Miss Jones!"

She quickly complied. I stood up and walked round the desk. 

"For this infringement, Miss Jones, I think six strokes are appropriate."

"Yes, sir."

"On your bare buttocks, Miss Jones. Then you will understand better why you should wear knickers. Pull up your skirt."

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that."

"Miss Jones, if you disobey my instruction, you will receive twelve strokes. Now do as you are told!"

She started to cry! "I can't do that sir," she sobbed.

"Miss Jones, stop that nonsense. You are a grown woman." Judging by the shapely arse in front of me, I was rather stating the obvious! "Now what is the problem?"

"I think I might have been doubly naughty sir, and I don't want you to be too cross with me."

"Explain."

"I can't sir," she said, and the tears started to flow again, and she blushed with embarrassment. I soon found out why.

"Very well, I shall do it for you." I pulled her skirt up over her waist, and got the most delightful surprise. I put it into words so that Dot could have more listening pleasure.

"Miss Jones, I am deeply shocked," I exclaimed, "I thought you were a sweet, innocent young woman, and here I find that not only are you not wearing knickers, you are not wearing tights, but wearing stockings and suspenders! Really Miss Jones! This is most irregular. Twelve strokes it is then! Prepare yourself."

What is it about stockings and suspenders? Or is it just men of a certain age, like me?

I swished the ruler through the air once or twice for effect while admiring the view. The bottom now available to me really was most shapely, and the effect of the stocking and suspenders was incredibly sexy. Perhaps not unnaturally my eyes were drawn to her beautiful young cunt. The lips looked quite swollen and glistened with dampness, and I thought I could see a little button poking through. My little game seemed to be having the hoped-for effect of getting her turned on. It was certainly working for me - I was well aware of now sporting the most enormous hard-on!

I thought I would just wind Dot up with more verbals, and perhaps prolong the "agony" a bit more for Lisa.

"I am pleased to note in your favour, Miss Jones, that your anatomical response is positive. I note that your external labia are swollen and moist, and that your clitoris is visibly erect. This mitigating circumstance will reduce the severity of your punishment."

I had not taken into account how far into it Lisa now was.

"Please sir, that won't be necessary. I have been very naughty and deserve to have my bottom spanked good and hard. Please beat me soundly sir. Please do it now. Shall I count the strokes, sir?"

"Miss Jones, I did not ask you for a contribution. However I like your idea and you may follow your wish. Let us therefore proceed."

I took up my position a couple of feet to the left of Lisa, raised my arm with the ruler to full height, and brought it down with some force across Lisa's buttocks. There was a satisfying "Thwack" and a nice red stripe appeared on her arse. There was a sharp intake of breath -- but I was not sure whether that came from Lisa or the bathroom, where, I had almost forgotten, Dot was listening and possibly peeping.

Tears welled up in Lisa's eyes, but she started the count. "One, sir."

"Did that sting, Miss Jones?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. It was intended to."

I brought down the ruler on her arse a second and third time without delay, varying the positions of the strokes slightly. Again Lisa counted, but she did not make much noise. She certainly did not move or protest. I was beginning to enjoy this. I was finding out new things about myself. Just pure lustfulness - having this young sexy arse available for me to abuse.

I applied three more strokes in rapid succession.

"Four, five, six"

"Miss Jones, I think you should be aware that I am very pleased with you. Your ability to accept your punishment without protest does you great credit. I shall now vary the approach slightly, by applying strokes to the tops of your thighs. Part your legs so that I may have access to your inner thighs and your clitoris."

I thought I detected a slight shudder when I said this, but she did not delay in complying, opening her legs a good couple of feet.

I aimed to the top of her left thigh. "Seven." Then her right thigh. "Eight"

Then I moved my position slightly and aimed for the inner side of first her left thigh, then moving again for the inner side of her right thigh. "Nine." "Ten."

"You really are a very good girl, Miss Jones, I am deeply impressed by your stoicism"

"Thank you sir"

"But now for the Coup de Grace."

I moved back to Lisa's left side, and swung the ruler down on her bottom two last times, aiming right across her cunt and clitoris.

That did it -- this time she sobbed out loud counting the last two strokes.

I waited while she had time to recover herself. She did not move from her position prone across the desk. I hoped I had not overdone it.

"May I speak, sir?" she asked, after a few moments.

"Ah, Miss Jones, you have learned well! You may speak."

"I'm sorry I was naughty sir. Thank you for punishing me. Those last blows really hurt. Please sir could you...."

She hesitated. "Yes Miss Jones, what is it -- speak up girl!"

"Please sir.....Will you kiss it better?"

Quite clearly I had died and gone to heaven. I thought I would take the opportunity of teasing her (and Dot) some more. 

"Really Miss Jones, that is a highly irregular request. I am a senior executive of this company and you are a new employee."

I paused.

"However, on mature reflection, since you have been such a good girl, I think it only right that on this occasion that I accede to your request."

I put out my hand to her left buttock, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.

"Miss Jones, you have lovely smooth skin. My compliments. You obviously look after yourself well."

So saying, I moved to kneel between her still open legs. 

"Miss Jones, you should be aware that not many other people in this company have brought this executive to his knees!"

I started to massage her buttocks and her thighs gently, allowing my fingers to brush her moist labia and clittie, which seemed to cause slight shudders.

"I hope this is making you feel better, Miss Jones."

"Oh, it is, sir, it is!"

I could not mistake the sexy aroma.

"Miss Jones, you seem to be in a state of, how can I put it politely - sexual arousal. I feel I should take certain steps to alleviate those feelings."

Without beating about the bush -- to coin a phrase -- I leant forward and applied a big wet kiss to her cunt. The sensation was totally gorgeous, soft and velvety, and Lisa seemed to like it, judging by the way she started to push her arse to my mouth. I started to lap the full length of her cunt, making sure I gave attention to her clittie, and going along the sensitive tissue as far as her anus. 

"Oh please sir, can I cum? I want to cum now sir!"

"Please do!" So saying, I grasped the front of her thighs, enjoying the erotic feel of stocking top, thigh, and suspender, and pulled her towards me. I started to concentrate on her clittie, sucking and nibbling, and in what seemed like no time at all, she started to shudder and push her arse even harder into my face.

"Oh, god, I'm cumming,... I'm cummmmmmming!"

This seemed to go on for some time, until the intensity died down and she started to relax, Finally she flopped onto the desk top with an audible, satisfied sigh.

"Thank you sir, that was wonderful, just what I needed."

After a few moments, she asked, "Can I go now sir?"

"No, Miss Jones, but you may rise from the desk; there is one problem remaining, which you can help me with."

"Yes, sir, gladly, sir."

"The problem is this, Miss Jones. You have had sexual satisfaction, but I have not. I still have a full erection, but sexual intercourse would be unwise, because at the short notice at which your punishment was arranged, I was unable to get to a chemist to obtain a prophylactic. You understand my meaning?"

"Yes, sir"

"I think you know what to do?"

"Yes, sir"

A change seemed to come over her. The shy innocent girl had gone, and a more confident, predatory character emerged. Without further prompting, she loosened her hair, allowing luxuriant locks to frame her face. She took off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse to the waist. She was wearing a very sheer white bra, which made her erect nipples very obvious. Her breasts, though not large, were beautifully round and inviting to the touch.

"To put it in simple terms, I am to kneel in front of you so that you can fuck my mouth and make me swallow your cum!"

"I have doubts about the colloquial directness of your language, Miss Jones, but its succinctness is only to be admired. Very well, proceed."

She immediately knelt in front of me and before I knew it my trousers and Y-fronts were round my ankles, my erection boldly on view. Lisa looked up at me with a slight smile on her lips, and a wicked look in her eye.

"I am ready -- fuck my mouth!" 

I leant forward slightly so that I could reach down to feel her breasts, cupping them in my hands, before giving her nipples some good hard tweaks. She closed her eyes and her head went back, sighing with pleasure. The now open mouth was too much of an invitation, and I pushed my penis in. Her lips closed around my shaft, the glans resting on her tongue.

After such a session, it was obvious that it would not be long before I started to cum. I pushed my hands into her beautiful soft hair behind her head and held her gently while starting to thrust in and out of her mouth, so that the glans of my penis rubbed along her tongue, and in no time I was spasming, my cum spurting into her mouth.

"Miss Jones, you are just wonderful!" I exclaimed, not knowing how to say what I felt about the marvellous blow job she was giving me.

She kept gently sucking on my penis until my erection had receded, then she looked up at me and opened her mouth to show me my cum, then she swallowed it down.

"Very well, Miss Jones, you may go."

She stood up and headed for the office door, not even pausing to adjust her clothes. As she went to unlock the door, she turned her head and with a slightly lascivious smile, said, "I may be naughty again, sir. If I am, sir, will you spank me again sir?"

"You may count on it, Miss Jones -- much as you did today, in fact. Oh, by the way, I have something for you in my desk. I walked round the desk and took out a piece of paper. I went across to Miss Jones and handed it to her. As she read it, I moved behind her and put my arms around her waist, gently pulling her to me. There was no resistance. She read:-

Saturday, 7 p.m. for dinner, Bring overnight bag.

Dress -- plain, black, silk lingerie

And it gave my address and telephone. 

There was a footnote -- Another person, a lady, may be present.

She nodded her assent and turned her face towards me. She gave me a long gentle kiss as I cupped her breasts for one more time. Then she opened the door and was gone.



An Office Encounter Ch. 03



I went back to my chair, which I pulled back from my desk, and sat down, lolling at full stretch, relaxed and contented.

Dot emerged from her hiding place. I hastened to cover myself up, not having bothered up til then to do up my trousers. 

"Please, not on my account," said Dot, "After what I've just seen and heard, the sight of your equipment is no big deal -- literally and metaphorically at the present time!"

"Thanks a lot!," I said, "But seriously though, that really was something else! Thanks for setting it up for me, I really did think that I had gone past the days of such delights."

"Actually you were very good -- I didn't know you had it in you."

"I didn't; I had it in Lisa -- her mouth anyway."

Dot said, "I am going to be serious now. The little exhibition you and Lisa put on has made me very randy. As I intimated at lunch time, it has been a long time for me since I had some good sex. We've been friends and colleagues for a good many years, but I want to cross a Rubicon with you now which is going to change things between us. I am past the age when I need to worry about pregnancy, so will you give me a good hard fucking?"

"Dot, I would love to!," I said, "Come here and give me a kiss."

She came towards me and leant forward; our lips met in a warm and gentle lingering kiss, and I felt her hand stray down to my cock, which was starting to harden up nicely again.

She broke away. "I am quite intrigued by your s & m idea. I've never been punished like that. I took my knickers off to frig myself while you were dealing with Lisa, so now I'm afraid I'm improperly dressed and you will have to spank me, too."

Without more ado she walked to my right side, then stretched herself over my knee. Hoisting up her skirt and exposing a rather more ample rear than Lisa, but nice and rounded nevertheless, she said, "Just the palm of the hand in the first instance, twelve times, like Lisa. But don't hold back -- I'll tell you if you are over-doing it. I want to see if a little pain really does enhance the fuck that follows"

Well, a gentleman always agrees to do what a lady asks, so without warning I started to spank her with some energy, each buttock alternatively, without pause, bringing a nice red glow to her arse.

Dot gasped with each blow, and her language took on a certain coarseness. Between gritted teeth she said, "You bastard, you'd better fuck me properly after this!"

After being spanked, she got up and took off her blouse, then undid her bra, allowing her ample breasts freedom. She thrust forward to my mouth saying, "Suck these tits, and don't be gentle!" I sucked hard and chewed on each nipple in turn. Her arousal was getting to me. 

"Bend over that desk, bitch, I want to taste your cunt, and then I'm going to fuck you like sex is going out of fashion!"

She did not hesitate, but turned and bent over the desk, spreading her legs, and bringing her hands behind her she hoisted up her skirt and separated her arse cheeks. I knelt behind her and grasped her thighs, pulling her cunt towards my mouth, I sucked hungrily on her outer lips and then went searching for her clittie with my tongue. I sucked and nibbled on her clitoris, then lapped eagerly on her cunt and up to her arsehole and back. Judging by the very animal sounds coming from Dot, and the way she was thrusting her arse at my face, she was very turned on.

Before long she was demanding, "Fuck me now, you bastard, and do it properly!"

I stood up, moved close to her arse, and pushed my cock hard into her waiting cunt. I reached forward and pushed my hands round her to grasp her breasts. She raised herself up somewhat off the desk, saying, "Pinch my nipples while you fuck me!"

I grasped her nipples with thumbs and forefingers, squeezing an pulling on them.

"Get this, bitch," I said, "It will take me a long time to cum after fucking Lisa's mouth so I am going to fuck your cunt as hard as I can," and so saying I started to slam into her with as much force as I could muster. She was obviously enjoying this, bucking her arse in time with my thrusts, as I continued, "And then just when you are about to come, I'm going to fuck your arse, fuck-bitch!"

Her breathing was changing now, starting to come in short gasps, and her orgasm was clearly approaching. I could feel the muscles of her lovely soft and very wet vagina starting to spasm. 

"Don't you dare rape my anus!" she gasped, but she made no move to stop me, as I pushed her down to the desk again, pulled out of her cunt, and positioned my cock head against her anal pucker. I judged that there was enough cunt juice on my cock to provide lubrication, so I pushed into her arse -- there was little resistance. She lifted her head as tears came to her eyes with the pain and the pleasure. She grasped the edge of the desk in front of her, and said between clenched teeth, "I've never been taken in the arse before. Fuck it good or else!"

I grasped her hips and started to thrust gently in and out of her arse. I gave her another couple of hard slaps on her buttocks, "Just to remind you who is in charge. Your cunt and your arse belong to me, now, and later I shall be claiming ownership rights on your tits and mouth too!"

"Fuck me harder, you bastard!"

All this was driving us to the edge, and I thrust deeper and deeper into her anus. Before long we both started to cum with long orgasms. Dot was shouting and shrieking, "Yeeees, fuck me, fuck my arse, I`m cummingggggg..."

I saw stars as I started to pump copious amounts of semen into her.

"I can feel your cum, I can feel your cum in my aaaaarse!" she groaned as she experienced one shuddering cum after another.

As the outside world started to enter my senses again, I realised I had flopped on top of Dot, squashing her onto the desk top. I made an effort to raise myself, and slumped back into my chair. I reached out for Dot and pulled her over to sit on my knee. I put arms around her and cuddled her up, her head resting on my shoulder.

Dot started to cry.

"Dot, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Oh, it's not you," she said through her tears, "It's just the sheer relief. The release of so much frustration."

I held her tighter, and kissed the top of her head, taking in her aroma, enjoying the simple pleasure, the peace of holding another human being.

After a time, her tears subsided, and I spoke again, "Still, I am sorry in a way. You know how the MD feels about what he coyly refers to as fraternisation among the staff. Risking my own job is one thing, but risking yours and Lisa's is entirely another."

"Don't worry," said Dot, "I am discreet, and I am sure Lisa will be. And anyway, it is not as though we are married or in relationships, is it? Besides, it's none of the MD's fucking business."

Well, that was one way of putting it!

"But we are on company premises," I said, "We had better tidy up and go."

I was not sure where I would be sleeping that night, except that it would be beside Dot.



An Office Encounter Ch. 04



I was somewhat perplexed by my new situation. As Dot had said, we had crossed a Rubicon and there was no going back. It was difficult to behave as I had had done previously with Dot at work. 

That night Dot had slept with me at my house, and in contrast to our efforts in the office, we had had a long evening of gentle loving. The companionship, the presence of another loving soul in the house became more important than the sex. 

We did of course talk. Well into the night. Among other things I suggested that I ought now to cancel the date I had made with Lisa.

"Oh, no," said Dot, "A bit late in the day perhaps, but I think we should continue to explore our new found freedoms. I will talk to Lisa tomorrow and explain the situation, that I will be the other person you suggested might be present on the note you gave her, and I will of course give her the option to cancel. But I'll bet you five pence she will be there on Saturday."

The next evening, Friday as it happened, I was relaxing at home, hoping to catch up on my rest, when the door bell rang. I opened the door to find Dot. "I hope you don't mind me coming round unannounced," she said, "But I thought we could go through arrangements for this weekend."

She was carrying what looked like an overnight bag with her, which I felt was quite promising. On the other hand she was not wearing anything overtly sexy, just jeans and a jumper.

"Come in," I said, giving her a quick kiss, "I'll make us a pot of tea -- Earl Grey OK?"

It's an age thing, you know. I knew alcohol would make me more sleepy, and I was hoping that Dot would not want that. Anyway any discussion of the weekend ahead would doubtless make me very randy again.

The tea made, we sat side by side on the sofa -- a bit like an old married couple in fact. I decided I liked the feeling. "I talked to Lisa," said Dot, after a while, "And she is happy for me to be there too. She said she is not aware of any particular lesbian tendency, but being as she is on the submissive side, the thought of being dealt with by an older women, one with authority, might be quite a turn on."

It certainly was for me! Then Dot excused herself and headed off for the bathroom, taking her bag with her. That seemed a bit odd, but I very soon found out why. When she returned I got the shock of my life! The jeans and jumper had gone. She had put on very red lipstick, and was wearing a black lace-up basque, black thong, black stockings and suspenders, long black gloves, and black boots. She was brandishing a cane!

I stared foolishly in open-mouthed amazement. 

"OK, Mr. Senior Executive," she said, with heavy sarcasm, "You've shown that you can dish it out. Now let's see if you can take it."

She pointed to a chair. "Drop your trousers and under pants and bend over that chair!"

I was so shocked -- in a daze -- that I did what I was told. "Twelve you gave me," she said, "You will find out that if you mess with Ms. Masters, there will be a payback."

So saying she laid in to me with all her strength. She really was suddenly very angry and I did not know how to react, so I just stayed there and took it. It really did hurt like hell, but perversely it gave me a hard on like the Empire State Building.

"That was for me!" she said, apparently some of the anger spent. "Stay down!" and she gave me another twelve. "That was for Lisa. I am going to the bedroom now. You will stay there for five minutes, then you will strip off your clothes and come to the bedroom."

I was quite happy to stay there and take some respite. I doubted that I would be able to sit down for a week or more! 

Sooner than I expected Dot called from the bedroom, "I'm waiting."

I hurriedly undressed, wondering what on earth Dot had in mind for me now, and staggered along the corridor and into the bedroom. I indeed got another surprise, but this time a rather more pleasant, not to say exciting one -- quite a vision. Dot was sitting up on the bed, propped up on pillows against the headboard. She had pushed down the cups of her basque, exposing her lovely, ample breasts, the erect nipples standing out like organ stops. She sat with her legs apart, and had pulled her thong to one side. She had inserted a large vibrator into her cunt¸ and switched it on as I entered the room. The pain in my arse seemed to go away at this point.

"Yesterday evening I seem to remember you said something about claiming ownership rights on my tits and mouth."

"Y y yes, I did," I managed to stammer out.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it, man!"

So saying, she pushed her breasts together making an inviting cleavage and at the same time pouted her luscious red lips.

I hastily climbed onto the bed and knelt straddling her, so that I could push my penis between her ample breasts. I started to give her a good titty fuck, cupping her breasts in my hands, but it was not long before she looked up at me and said, "That vibrator is going to make me cum soon. Fuck my mouth. I want to taste your cum while I am cumming myself!" She lowered herself down the bed until her mouth was level with my cock. Without ceremony I thrust into her mouth as far as I could until she was gagging, then put my hands behind her head, holding her on my cock for a few seconds, before retreating and thrusting again. I pulled back, looked down at Dot, and asked, "Too much?"

"No, use my mouth until you cum, let me take your cum in my mouth!"

I started to pump her mouth again, building up a good strong rhythm, and it was not very long before I could feel my orgasm approaching.

"Get ready, Dot, I'm cumming, I'm cummmming" and I proceeded to unload my semen into her mouth. She started cumming and gagging, groaning as a big orgasm went through her.

"Swallow it down, swallow my cum!" I shouted, as Dot shuddered with pleasure, gasping for breath as my erection started to subside. As we both started to calm down, she gently sucked and licked on my cock to clean it, swallowing all my cum.

"That was fantastic!" she said, "I've never cum with a cock in my mouth before. What's your secret?."

"You are," I said.

"Well hurry up and get hard again, because I want you to fuck my cunt."

She pulled out the vibrator from her cunt and held it up to my mouth. "Here," she said, "Taste me -- suck on this. Find out what it's like to have a cock filling your mouth!"

I did as she said and cleaned off the vibrator, getting a nice taste of Dot's vagina. With that sort of encouragement, I was hard again soon enough. I got Dot to lie down with a couple of pillows under her hips to raise her arse off the bed. I helped her get her boots and knickers off and knelt between her legs, raising them up so that her ankles were resting on my shoulders, before pushing my cock deep into her cunt. She was very inviting, warm and wet. I rubbed my pubic bone hard up against her to stimulate her clit. 

"That feels great!" she said, "Now fuck me long and slow -- to start with anyway."

I felt up and down her stocking clad legs, sucked on her toes, played with her breasts and rock-like nipples. 

Before long she opened her legs wider and reached behind my arse, starting to pull me in towards her. 

"That's it, "she said, "Grind into my clittie!" as she started thrusting herself, going quicker now.

"I never knew you were such a stud!"

"Neither did I!" I said, as I started to increase the pace of my movements to match hers, "But then I had no idea that a respectable woman like you could be so voracious!"

We started to go faster and harder, our breathing getting shorter, the dirty talk adding to our pleasure and excitement.

"Use me!" she gasped, "Use me! Abuse me. Make me your fuck bitch!"

I was soon getting past the point of no return again, and started to spasm, shouting, "I'm cuming in your cunt, you fucking whore!" and she started shouting and screaming as another massive orgasm ripped through her, "Fuck me, make me cum you bastard, I'm cummmming....."

She lowered her legs and I lay on top of her for a few minutes. After a while I said to her, "This isn't very comfortable now, is it? Shall we get into bed?" Which we did. We cuddled up together and it was not long before I was asleep. But Dot did not mind. She was asleep before I was.

Next morning I awoke to find this gorgeous basque-clad lady lying with her back to me, resting peacefully. I snuggled up to her and she stirred. "Hold me," she said, sleepily. One arm went under her and round her shoulder, my hand finding and gently cupping her warm, soft breast, the other going round her waist.

We dozed for a while, then I came to with a slight start. "Good God, Dot, what are we doing?"

"Making up for lost time?"

"And that episode with the cane? There was very real anger there."

"Yes," she said, "Sorry about that. I don't know what happened there. You are quite right -- I did suddenly feel hugely angry. I really saw red. Years of resentment at the treatment of men in general and husbands in particular, I think. But not you -- you just were unfortunate enough to be in the firing line."

"Please don't apologise. After all I dished it out to you and Lisa, and I'm sure that something of the same feeling was there in me. But I'm honoured that you have the confidence to be so honest and up-front about it. You do pay me a great compliment by doing so."

The talk got to me again, unfortunately, and before I had thought about it I had another erection, which I was gently rubbing into Dot's arse cleavage. I felt her nipple hardening up under my hand, so it seemed my attentions were not entirely unwelcome.

She turned her head towards me. "Kiss me, you randy old sod!" she said, laughing.



An Office Encounter Ch. 05



That Saturday morning, Dot and I did not rise very early. We both wanted to be well rested by the time our young visitor would arrive. We decided not to make any specific plans for Lisa's arrival, agreeing that it would be best to let matters take their course. The morning was spent in dressing gowns, with the papers and plenty of good coffee. After a light lunch we strolled down to the shops to get some provisions. In the afternoon we spent a bit of time relaxing in the garden, enjoying the fresh air, and soon enough it was time to start getting ready. I made a good corned beef hash. Yes I know it's cheap, but it is very tasty and it does not spoil with keeping; for some reason I had the idea there might be a delay in sitting down to dinner. 

Dot and I shared a relaxing hot bath together, and then she took herself off to get ready, telling me that I should not expect to see her again until Lisa arrived -- another surprise for me, and Lisa as well, she hoped. "Bring Lisa to the main bedroom, tell her to knock on the door, and wait. Perhaps you could give her a preliminary warm-up, if you understand my meaning!" Dot was also going to try a little roll-play, she explained.

In due time there was a knock at the front door, and I let Lisa in. She was wearing a long black coat, and she handed me a bag, saying this was her contribution -- a couple of bottles of "Bardolino Classico" -- she had clearly been talking to Dot about plans for the weekend ahead.

"I'll open one of these," I said, heading for the kitchen, "If you would like to take off your coat and hang it up" -- there were some hangers in the hallway -- "The lounge is there," I said pointing towards the open door.

I opened a bottle and left it to stand for a while. I went into the lounge. "Wow!" I said to Lisa, "You look really beautiful. Come, let me welcome you properly!" I held out my open arms and she came to me; we kissed, a warm and gentle lingering kiss. She was wearing a black dress, as I had requested, a long plain dress that revealed little apart from her slim youthful figure, but nevertheless she did look absolutely stunning, with her hair up and discrete makeup. For a young women with a supposed submissive streak, she looked the epitome of style and poise; natural dignity.

I allowed my hands to stray down and cup her buttocks, pulling her into my already stiffening erection. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed more passionately. 

"I never thought I would say something like this to anybody, Lisa, but you really do have the most spankable bottom. I hope you've been a naughty girl!"

"Oh, I think I might have - Daddy." She was in little girl mode again, though I was not sure about the incestuous connotation of what she called me. I questioned the use of the term, and she said it was just between us on these "special occasions," so I thought I had better allow it.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask, Daddy. Are you going to spank me?"

I did not say anything, but went to the settee and sat down, pointing to my lap. Lisa got the message and came and laid herself across my lap. "Oo, Daddy, I can feel something hard," she giggled, "I think you must be pleased to see me." Indeed I was, very!

"Lisa, you really are a naughty and mischievous girl!" I said, and without further ado spanked her a dozen times soundly across her beautiful arse.

"Thank you for spanking me Daddy, I needed that," she said, "I won't be naughty again, not for a while, anyway...."

"Come," I said, taking her hand and raising her up, "Let's go and find Dot. I think you had better call her 'Mistress' "

I took her to the main bedroom, and told her to knock at the door. An authoritative voice said, "Only naughty girls may come in. Is there one there?"

"I think so," I said, "In fact I had to spank her already this evening."

"Very well. Open the door" A new Dot was standing in the middle of the room, legs apart. She had on a black leather basque with low cut cups that displayed her ample breasts, with already erect nipples, black stockings and suspenders, long boots and gloves. To make things "worse" she was not wearing knickers, and had shaved off her pubic hair, so her labia, pink and already moist with anticipation, were clearly visible.

"Oh, Dot!" I gasped.

"No men may enter at the present time," instructed Dot, "Though they may stand in the doorway and watch. Lisa, you may enter, but you will only speak when spoken to, do you understand"

Lisa nodded her assent, and I realised that she was in fact still gripping my hand, but very tightly.

"Very well, Child, enter. Come and stand in front of me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I did not say you could speak. Take off your dress. Turn to face the man while you do so, as the sight may be of interest to him." Dot is quite good at understatement. "I want to see if your bottom is nice and red from your spanking." 

Lisa turned towards me and reached back to undo the zip of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, looking down demurely as she did so. I was again stunned by her beauty -- those lovely long legs were encased in black silk stockings, and she wore a minimal suspender belt, with sheer black see-through thong and bra. Talk about dressing (or is that undressing?) to kill -- I was certainly dying for it! I was by now sporting a decent sized trouser bulge.

"Ah," said Dot, "I see that the man has something that may be of use to us presently. Now turn and look me up and down, Child."

"You seem to be blushing, Child. Is it because you are exposed to an older women?"

"No, Mistress."

"Why then, Child?"

"Wicked thoughts have entered my mind, Mistress."

"Be specific, Child"

"I am fascinated by your -- uh -- your -- uh - shaven - uh...." And she started to cry as she had in my office, "I can't say it Mistress, it is not becoming for a young innocent to use such language. It's too embarrassing."

Lisa certainly knew how to play her part, for Dot was clearly well into the scene. A young innocent indeed! I tried to hide my smile, remembering her in my office a few days before.

"What you mean, Child, is that you like my shaven cunt. Say it Child!"

"I can't Mistress," wailed Lisa. It was the same tactic she had used in my office.

"You know what will happen if you do not do as you are told, don't you, Child?"

"Yes, Mistress. You will punish me, Mistress."

"Very well. Go to the dressing table, where you will find a number of implements suitable for punishing naughty girls. You may choose the implement"

This was all new to me -- Dot really had been busy! She, like me, was starting to enjoy the power she had over Lisa. She was flushed with excitement and her nipples were very erect. 

"What have you chosen, Child?"

"The paddle, Mistress"

"Good. Bring it to me. Now bend over and touch your toes. Make your bottom available to me."

"I am going to give you six strokes. You will remain silent, or I shall increase the severity of your punishment."

Dot moved into position and spanked Lisa with the paddle. She did not use the force or feeling that she had with me, this was more lust than revenge. Nevertheless there were some nice satisfying thwacks as the paddle made contact with Lisa's buttocks, and her arse developed a nice red glow. But though she shed tears, Lisa made no sound.

"Very good, child, now you will have a reward for your fortitude. Stand. Let down your hair -- you will see, or feel, why in a moment."

Lisa stood up, still looking demurely down -- or was she looking at Dot's cunt?

"So, Child, you were interested to look at my cunt, even if you could not say the word. Would you like to taste it? Would you like to taste a bit of older cunt?"

Where did she get this language?

"Yes Mistress"

"Well say it then -- ask me properly!"

"May I taste your cunt, Mistress?" She did not seem to have any problem with the word now. I wonder why?

"Kneel then, and begin."

Lisa knelt and brought her face up to Dot's crotch, planting a lingering, open-mouthed, wet kiss on Dot's cunt. The dominating attitude started to diminish, as Dot used Lisa's name for the first time. 

"Lisa, that's heavenly! I did not know that a women could turn me on so much!"

Dot put her hands into Lisa's hair, and started to slowly fuck Lisa's face. Then she stopped and said, "Lisa, part my lips and find my clit please!" Lisa put her hands up to Dot's cunt and carefully parted the outer lips -- it seemed to be a new experience for her, too. She started to lick the length of Dot's cunt, mixing the action with nibbling on Dot's clitoris.

Dot was clearly getting worked up, and she suddenly looked in my direction. I thought I had been forgotten.

"The man may undress. Let us see if he has something of interest to us," she said, looking down at Lisa, "What do you think?"

Lisa looked round at me, now standing naked and sporting a large erection. Lisa nodded.

"I think we might be able to use it for our pleasure, Lisa, the man will be the sex object for a change! The man may enter the room and stand behind me," instructed Dot. "He will put his arms round me and play with my breasts and nipples. He will push his cock between my legs but not, repeat not, penetrate me. He will allow the head of his cock to rub against my clitoris. You, Lisa, will please resume your oral attentions. Open your mouth wide so that you are encompassing the cock head and my clitoris. The man will now gently fuck us. But he will not come until I am ready to do so. Then he will fill your mouth with his semen, but please don't swallow it, Lisa, I would like to share it with you."

Needless to say I was just about ready to explode by this time! I put my arms round Dot and started to play with her nipples, rolling them between finger and thumb, then pinching them. She closed her eyes and leaned back on me, turning towards me and kissing me. "You certainly know how to give a girl a good time!" she said. My attention was distracted by a hand on my penis -- Lisa was pulling my tool to Dot's required position, the back of my cock head rubbing against Dot's clit. I then felt Lisa's mouth and tongue working on my glans. "The pleasure is all mine," I said to Dot, and I started to thrust back and forth against Dot's clit. It was not long before Dot was starting to cum. "Yes, Yes -- that's it, keep going, keep going.....Ahhhhhh!"

Needless to say this had the required effect on me, and I started to cum myself, Lisa's tongue was just magic, and I spurted my semen into her mouth. 

"Thanks, Jim, that was just fantastic. Go and lie on the bed to recover -- Lisa might need you shortly, she has not cum yet...."

I did as she suggested. Then she said to Lisa, "Come and kiss me, I've never kissed a woman before, especially not one with a mouthful of cum."

While I relaxed on the bed, Lisa and Dot shared a long loving kiss, entwined in each others arms, exchanging my semen. A new experience for both of them, as I understood it, and they seemed to be enjoying it.

I heard Dot say, "May I feel you, Lisa? I have not touched a beautiful young woman like you before."

Lisa replied, "Yes please," and turned round with her back to Dot. Dot put her arms round Lisa, and stroked her body up and down, before gently cupping Lisa's breasts. She pulled the sheer material aside, and started to finger Lisa's nipples; they turned their faces towards each other and kissed again, and then one of Dot's hands went down across Lisa's stomach to her crotch, cupping her love mound. At the same time, she said, "Lisa, why don't you feel me too, I would like you to gently finger-fuck me."

Then Dot pulled Lisa's thong aside and started to finger-fuck Lisa, too. "Oh, you are so hot and wet, Lisa, would you like a cock to fuck you now?"

"I think so," said Lisa, and they both came and climbed up on the bed. You may not be surprised to know that I was quite erect again by now. 

"Lisa, you straddle the cock." Lisa kneeled across my torso and deftly guided my cock into her lovely cunt; there was no resistance, she was indeed warm and wet and inviting. 

"Well, I am not going to miss an opportunity either," said Dot, and before I knew what was happening she was kneeling over my face and thrusting her cunt at my mouth.

Nice to be wanted, isn't it?

The ladies were now getting into the action, kissing and fondling each other, while rocking back and forwards on my cock and face respectively. It certainly was an intoxicating feeling, my cock being milked by Lisa's cunt, the smell and taste of Dot overwhelming my senses, and it was not long before I was coming again, pulling Dot towards my mouth, licking her cunt, nibbling her clit, and at the same time thrusting hard into Lisa. It seemed to work for the girls, for they where shouting and screaming as they came too.

After a while, the girls came and lay either side of me and we lay together in satisfied silence.

After a few minutes, I said, "Anyone fancy dinner?"

"Typical male!" scoffed Dot, "When he's not thinking about his dick, he's thinking about his stomach!"

"Well, I need the energy," I said, "Looks like it could be a long night....."

Epilogue.

We had tried very hard to be discreet. But inevitably one day I got the call.

I picked up the 'phone; the MD's voice said, "If you've got a minute Jim, can you pop up to my office?"

You don't refuse the MD's requests. I went up to his suite and his secretary told me brightly -- that at least was a good sign -- to go straight in, the MD was expecting me. As I entered I was a little bit nonplussed to find that Dot was already there.

"Ah, come in Jim, nice to see you -- please take a seat." He indicated a chair alongside Dot in front of the desk.

"I've got some good news and some bad news for you." The MD would have his joke.

"We are opening a new office abroad, and after considering the various people in the organisation, it soon became clear that You and Dot would make the ideal team to head up the new operation. What about it?"

I was now thoroughly confused and had apparently lost my powers of speech. The MD continued, "You will have complete freedom to run the operation as you see fit in respect of local trading conditions. The board has complete confidence in you both. Modern offices and accommodation -- to a high standard -- will be provided, as will a luxury vehicle, and domestic staff."

He paused, then said after a few moments, "Well, What do you think?"

I had the distinct feeling that I had received something of an ultimatum, albeit one delivered in a rather attractive wrapper. I nodded my assent, and his next comment confirmed my suspicion.

"Good, I'm so pleased. We would hate to lose you."

My mouth started to work again as the surprise wore off.

"Was that the good news or the bad news?"

"The good news of course. The bad news is that it is a long way away. Kuala Lumpur."

And that is why I am sitting on my verandah, pausing as I write, looking out across a luxuriant garden, through the palm trees down to a turquoise tropical sea. I share the large, luxurious bungalow with my partner in life as well as business, Dot Masters.

In the secluded grounds of our house, there is a smaller but equally luxurious bungalow, which is used by our wonderful assistant, Lisa Jones.



An Office Encounter with Consequences



The story I am going to write about is the result of agreeing to become an obedient servant to my boss. This was after being given a choice of being fired or being a servant to her. Why; for having sex on the company premises, after hours, in a restricted area of the building.

I work in the accounts receivables department. My boss is a tyrant; most of the time. Managers love her because of her no nonsense attitude. She is also beautiful and that might explain the other manager's interest. I will admit I am jealous. She is perfectly proportioned for her five foot-six inches. Her long, silky black hair reaching to her shoulder blades with no split or dry ends is the talk of the office. Those green catty eyes send the message, "Don't mess." She always dresses in office attire immaculately matched and always in slacks with medium heels, colors matching her outfit.

The rest of us usually wear jeans and sneakers. She reports to a female manager. There is office gossip that there is something going on between them but who knows since she always brags about what she and her husband do on weekends. My supervisors name is Geraldine and her supervisor is Mildred. Mildred is an overweight lady in her late forties. Geraldine is in her early thirties.

I have only been in the section a little over a year but with the company five years. There are ten of us in the section comprising of six women and four men. 

Rumors have it that Geraldine has been with the organization for over ten years and this is the only company where she has worked.

It was a Monday, around nine in the morning when I received an e-mail from the tyrant asking me to report to her office at ten thirty. It was not an unusual request because we would go over invoices periodically. I reported as requested and sat in front of her desk. She was not there and that was normal; so no big surprise.

When she arrived she closed her office door behind her. Her doing that startled me because that was not normally the case. When she reached her desk, she lifted a manila envelope and removed what looked like pictures. She placed them on a table in her office and then asked me to look at the pictures.

I walked to the table and I nearly died on the spot. They were of me blowing a co-worker, him having me lying on some boxes doing me from behind, and me on my back, him eating me while I was mauling my breasts with my hands and another with my hands on his head pulling him to me for more action.

Geraldine had returned to her desk which I had not noticed. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard, "Sherry sit down and let's get down to business."

I returned to the chair and heard, "Sherry that action on company property, in a restricted area calls for immediate dismissal. Clear out your desk over the lunch hour and only take your personal items. Is that understood?"

By then I was bawling and felt a box of tissues landing in my lap. I could not look at Geraldine.

I managed to say, "Yes, I understand."

I then heard, "Times are tough out there. I wish you luck in finding something. However there is an option. I will offer you an alternative which is being my servant; catering to my desires and wishes when I request that; think it over. If you desire to serve me, go out at lunch time and buy some cotton undies if you are not wearing them and be at your desk at one o'clock sharp. If not, then take your things and the best of luck searching for a suitable position."

The tyrant left the room and I sat in shock while thinking about my options. I went to the ladies room, into a stall where I cried more and thought more about my options. It was eleven thirty when I returned to my desk. I called Ronny, the guy in the picture and said, "Just calling to check if you want lunch today." He said, "Sorry babe but Jill is coming by." Jill is his wife. 

It bothered me that nothing was said to him yet. I then decided I would go out and buy panties, be back at one and I would quit anytime later if being the tyrant's servant become unbearable.

I was sitting at my desk at one when Geraldine walked by and said, "Come to my office, Sherry."

I followed her and heard, "Take this package and go to the ladies room. Put it on along with your new cotton panty. I don't want to see your face until five-fifteen in my office; go now and do as you were told."

When I reached a stall, I opened the brown sack and pulled out a battery operated clit vibrator still in its plastic wrapper. It was obvious it was remote-controlled and the control was not there but batteries were. It was in the form of a pink butterfly. I debated whether I should put it in place or ignore the orders and quit. I decided I'd better do it and put on a cotton panty suspecting something would happen during the afternoon hours.

I went back to my desk worrying about the vibrator all the time I was working. I was startled when in mid afternoon it began to vibrate gently. I tried to ignore it but that did not work. I knew if she did not turn it off or I did not take it off I was going to orgasm there at my desk. I could smell my juices lifting up to my nostrils from between my thighs. I knew then why she told me to put on cotton panties. I was being turned-on, scared and nervous all at the same time. 

I headed to the ladies room and the vibration stopped. I decided to continue to the ladies room to take it off. I was soaking wet and tense so I brought myself to orgasm with my fingers. When I returned to my desk an e-mail was flashing, "I hope you did not take the butterfly off. If you did, put it back on immediately."

I rushed to the ladies room and put the butterfly back in place. As soon as I sat at my desk the butterfly started again and a message on the computer said, "Don't you dare head to the ladies room unless it is to use the facility for its intended purpose."

It was difficult working while the butterfly was buzzing. I clenched my fist and muffled my moans as I had two orgasms at my desk about thirty minutes apart. The last one was at four-fifty-five and the vibrations stopped. I took a deep breath and hurried to get caught up on my work so I would be ready to go to her office at five-fifteen.

At five I said bye to my co-workers telling them I was behind and was staying. The butterfly began vibrating at five again. Linda, one of my co-workers stopped and asked if I was feeling alright because I looked flushed. I smiled and just said, "I feel fine. It's probably because I am rushing to get out of here." No one sticks around after five. We are all ready to charge the door at four-fifty-nine. Well I need to take that back. I would rendezvous with the guy in the picture at ten minutes past the hour. 

At five fifteen I headed to Geraldine's office. As soon as I stood the vibration started again. God I was going to have an orgasm in front of her, I thought. She did not look up from her desk when I arrived and said, "Don't go anywhere. Take off your wet panties and give them to me."

I stepped off to the side in shock hearing her asking me to do this in her office and decided I'd better do it. I stepped out of my shoes and dropped my jeans. God, even my jeans were wet. When I slipped my fingers into the waistband of the panties, the vibrator went into high speed and I shuddered with an orgasm. My body shuddering was telling her what the butterfly had done. I turned crimson in color and heard, "Awesome, Sherry. Now give me your panties when you catch your breath."

I stepped out of my jeans and took the panties off and then put my jeans back on. Before pulling the zipper up I heard, "Leave the fly open my pet." What was with this my pet? Was I to become like a dog begging for her attention?

I walked to the desk and handed her the wet panties. She placed them under her nose, smiled and said, "MMMMmmmm, they smell so sweet. I am glad you decided to be my pet. Soon you will realize it was a good decision. She stood and walked to me. We were looking each other eye to eye as her hand slid into my open fly. I had to close my eyes. Her finger found my hard clit. She started to massage it as her left forearm was placed on my right shoulder. I was on the verge of climaxing when she withdrew her hand and asked, "Have you ever tasted your love juice, Sherry?"

I shook my head no.

"Then it's time that you did. Open your mouth and clean my fingers, now."

I was horrified at the thought and scared at the same time. I thought if men can taste me; I guessed I could taste myself. I opened my mouth slowly and soon she swished the fingers around in my mouth while at the same time smiling and saying, "Friday night you can taste me at my place. If you have other plans cancel them. You can go home now but be sure you have the butterfly in place in the morning when you report for work. You can leave your soaked panties with me. I will sleep with them for the next few nights. They will stimulate my brain and other parts of me. I am leaking myself imagining what we might be doing Friday night."

I was beside myself leaving. I had just tasted my own love juice and the aftertaste was still lingering. I was on the verge of an orgasm, and just being told I will taste her Friday evening. My mind was spinning as I staggered to the ladies room to induce that hanging orgasm. I lowered my jeans when I reached a stall. I rapidly brought myself to the needed orgasm. I then debated with myself should I or should I not taste my love juices again. I then lifted my sopping wet hand to my nose. I proceeded to lick it. When I had finished my hand was free of the juices it had been covered in. I sat on the stool shaking my head and wondered where this will all go. 

I did as she requested for the rest of the week after receiving an e-mail Tuesday telling me to have it in place everyday henceforth. The rest of the week, twice a day, once in the morning and again in the afternoon sometime I'd have an orgasm induced by the vibrating butterfly except for Friday afternoon.

An e-mail Friday gave me the address and time to be at her home. Ronny was out-of-town all week and it was impossible to talk with him. For some reason he was ignoring my e-mails which made it disconcerting.

I arrived at her place at the designated time. I was taking steps into the unknown but so long as I could tolerate it I would hang in there because I needed the job. The door was answered by a guy in his mid thirties. He was handsome with great looking abs standing bare chest in work out shorts, grinning and saying, "I am Ricky Martin's look alike and the name is Jim. You can close your mouth now and follow me. Jim had black wavy curled hair, medium length. His cologne smelled nice as I followed him. Gerry is expecting you and so am I after listening to Gerry talk about you." I was wondering if Jim heard my heart pounding in my chest as I followed him into the unknown.

I followed Jim down a flight of stairs and through a door. The room was dark except for a spotlight on Geraldine on her knees blowing a guy who was red ball gagged and blindfolded. His hands were in handcuffs behind him. Between his back and his hands, was a floor to ceiling pole that his neck and waist were attached to which appeared to be Velcro straps. It reminded me of those poles that girls use in Gentleman's Clubs. His legs were spread apart with a spreader bar, cuffed and secured to the floor. When I spotted another empty pole nearby, my pussy woke up as my brain told me that was soon to be my pole and I'd be secured to it and someone would be eating me; but who.

Geraldine ignored me and was massaging the guy's balls as well as deep throating him. The site of her silky black hair in a ponytail made her look all that much sexier. It was bobbing nicely as she moved her head blowing the guy. Who was the guy and why was he there crossed my mind. I thought I was going to be the only person there with Geraldine.

Jim stepped behind me, pushed my blond hair to the side, buried his nose into my neck, reached around, cupped my breasts and said, "Damn you smell good enough to eat which I will soon do, but first do you recognize the guy?"

I took a hard look and it was Ronny, the married guy that I was having some fun time with on the company premises. My mind went spinning. "Yes I do," came from my lips.

I heard, "He not only likes your pussy but also likes what Geraldine is doing for him. Look at the hard-on he has for Geraldine. Have you ever seen it that hard? Take a good look at the veins. You can count them from here. I think it would blow up like a stick of dynamite but I'm not aware of one that has yet."

I admitted to myself that his cock was the hardest I had ever seen. Her deep throating him was getting to him. His moaning and trying to move told me he was on the verge of cumming.

I stood silent as Ronny was showing signs of an orgasm. Jim was massaging my breasts still covered in a silk blouse but bra less. Then it crossed my mind that maybe this was why Ronny was not returning my e-mail or calls; he had been threatened.

Geraldine pulled her mouth from his cock, stood up, walked over to me, looked me in the eyes, then took my face with her two hands, pulled our mouths together and began kissing me as Jim was really massaging my bra less breasts through my blouse by then. I began to warm up even though I did not know what all was going to transpire later but had some inclination from the sights in front of me.

Geraldine pushed back and said, "I am glad that you obeyed and welcome. Tonight you will be taking your first step in learning how to serve me. There will be other steps to follow. Now shall we get started?"

"Notice Ronny there liking my mouth; he agreed as you did to serve me after second thoughts." 

"I promised the security guy who took the pictures that he could fuck you from time to time with my approval. He agreed to keep his silence about you and Ronny and what was going on in the storage room. Jake will be by later to sample that hot looking ass of yours but it's Jim's turn first. Do your boy friends compliment you on your ass? Ronny will have pleasure of watching you eat me while Jim fucks you doggy style. Now close your mouth, undress and join me on the mat over there."

I wanted to bolt and run but run where. 

I saw what appeared to be a mattress off to the side in a dimly lit area. It had what appeared to be a quilted mattress covering a brown colored rubber looking sheet. My heart skipped a beat knowing that there must be lots of fluids being collected on the quilted cover.

I began to undress as Geraldine went back over and sucked Ronny hard again since he had gotten soft. I heard Jim undressing. Ronny was hard in no time, he was groaning and shoving his hips forward so more cock would go down Geraldine's throat with the limited movement he had. Geraldine pulled off of him before he could fire his load. She removed the ball gag and asked, "Do you want some water or refreshment, my horny pet?"

We heard, "Please Mistress get me off. God I am getting blue balls."

Geraldine said, "For sure and they will ache all next week. Now I have a little show for you."

As she reached to take his blind fold off, I turned my back to him. He had seen my hairless pussy many times but for some reason I felt overly exposed in front of the three of them.

I heard, "Turn around Sherry and say hello to your office lover. Come over here and blow him a little bit but don't let him fire. But before you do that, give my pussy a few flicks of your tongue and then kiss Ronny with my juices on your tongue and lips so he will want more."

I walked over to them with cold clammy hands, trembling, eyes focused on the floor. I knelt in front of Geraldine and heard her say, "Jim, doesn't Sherry exhibit a lot of innocence?"

I heard, in unison, "She sure does Gerry," "Come on pet, lick me quickly so we can have some serious sex and make Ronny here beg for release."

I stared at her bald pussy, lips filled with blood and beads of liquid glistening on the inside folds. I knew then that was what she meant Monday when she said I would taste her. 

Hesitantly I used my fingers to expose her clit. The aroma emitting from her was pleasant enough. It had been years since a girl friend and I ate each other in college. As a result, I recalled my technique and started with it. I then gave her slit some long swipes with my pointed tongue, realizing her juices were not going to be nasty but pleasant. 

I then stood, placed my hands on the sides of Ronny's face, placed my lips on Ronny and lashed at his tongue with mine. He was eager because his mouth was open for me. Just as my tongue entered his mouth, two fingers rammed into my pussy and began to fuck me. I heard, "Ronny my pet, Sherry loves this pussy fingering I am giving her. I bet you wish it was your cock doing her like you do at the office. Do you have anything left for your wife when you and Sherry are finished?"

Geraldine continued, "Alright, Sherry now follow me. Eat me nicely while Jim there makes a nice deposit in that cunt of yours but don't you dare cum. If you do, those whips on the walls will have a nice taste of your skin." More lights illuminated the room and in particular a spotlight focused on the mattress as the light on Ronny went out.

I froze in my steps looking at the different assortment of whips and ropes on the wall, ropes hanging from the ceiling and other toys displayed on the wall. Looking at everything caused fear to overwhelm me which surely had me not going for an orgasm. 

I knelt and wrapped my arms around Geraldine's uplifted thighs so I could hold her swollen pussy lips open. As I ate Geraldine from a doggy position, Jim fucked me from slow to fast. Sounds of him drilling me filled the room. His nuts were hitting my butt cheeks meaning his eight inches were buried deep in me somewhere. Every time I started to build, I glanced at the wall with the whips which cooled me down. The aroma of sex permeated the air.

Geraldine was muttered, "Oh god pet, you are good. You do not need any training on how to please a woman. My god yes, there that's it, Oh Jim she is good at eating pussy; oh yes, yes, yes."

Jim muttered, "You were right in assuming she would be tight love. This is the best selection you have made in some time. God she is tight. Jake is going to love her and I bet he will want to do her at least once a week if not more. You know he may even ask your permission to introduce her to some of his friends."

As Jim was picking up his pace, mine was picking up on Geraldine. She had placed her hands on the back of my head pulling me tight to her gash and I heard, "Oh Jim I'm there, give her that nut juice that you have been saving all week."

They both moaned as they had their orgasm which almost made me cum but glances from time to time at the whips hanging on the wall put my fire out.

When everyone recovered I heard, "Jim, bring Ronny here and let him clean Sherry up and then she can give him dessert if he can get her that far with his tongue. Lie on your back Sherry and let your office lover enjoy the cocktail in you."

I then positioned myself on my back.

I was feeling sorry for Ronny. He was going to be slurping my juices mixed with Jim's nut juice. Was he going to do it?

Ronny hobbled over to us with the leg spreader in place. Jim helped him to kneel and then I heard, "Jim your cock looks so nasty with all of your cum clinging to it. Why don't you feed it to Sherry and let her clean it up."

"No, please don't make me do that. I don't even let Ronny cum in my mouth. I have never let any guy cum in my mouth."

"Well that's alright pet, which whip on the wall shall I use to convince you that it would be a good idea to clean my husband's cock?"

"Oh god, Okay, okay I will clean him up but please don't make me gag."