0 comments/ 21554 views/ 2 favorites Hard Day By: Rebell Doll As I come through the door I can tell you’ve had a hard day. Just something about the way you’re slumped down in the sofa watching TV. And the fact that my Mustang’s still in the garage with the hood up helped some, too. I kick my heels off and bend down to give you a kiss. “Bad day, hun?” I can’t help but smile as you grumble about the parts not coming in yet again today; there are grease smears on your cheek and forehead. I stop you mid sentence with a deep soulful kiss. “Betcha I can make you feel better,” I say with a sly smile. As I turn quickly to turn the TV off my skirt flairs up letting you see a glimpse of my bare ass. You suppress a smile wondering if I’m wearing a thong or nothing at all. I put my hand out to help you up off the sofa. You kiss my palm gently before taking it and standing up in front of me. A smile passes between us before your lips find mine. After a long kiss, our tongues probing each other’s mouth we finally part. I start softly kissing all over your face and neck I unhook your bib overalls and shove them to the floor. I move to your neck and ear as I unbutton my black silk blouse. You fake being shocked as your hands slide up under my skirt, “no panties today?” I smile and bite your chest as you lightly smack my ass. I shrug out of my shirt as you unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Tracing invisible swirls up my back you finally unhook my bra and let my breasts free. I arch slightly as you lean down to take a nipple in your mouth tracing circles around it and the ring that pierces it. Your thumb follows the same pattern on my other breast. Quickly you switch nipples and give me a teasing bite before you pull away from me. Sighing with pleasure I lead you off to the bathroom. You stand watching me thinking of how beautiful I am as I kneel down to work the faucet. I shudder slightly as I turned on the cold water. As hot as I was I wanted us to create our own steam. I keep a smile on my face just thinking of your body sopping wet against mine. I turn around slightly and notice the loving stare on your face. Your erection grows watching my ass moving while I get the water temperature just right. Finally the water was hot enough for us. I step in the tub and motion for you to follow me. With a sly smile on your face you step in behind me. Pulling the curtain shut you gently kiss my shoulder. The water beats down on my breasts as you wash my hair. Your soapy hands slowly work down my back. I moan softly as you firmly grab my ass. As your fingers move to my inner thighs they brush against my lips. I shift slightly as you slide one into my increasingly wet pussy. I gasp with delight as you work it in and out. Just as I’m about to cum you stop. “Fuckin’ tease,” I laugh as your hands slide their way up my stomach and linger on my breasts. I turn around and smile, “Your turn”. Facing you I wash the last of the grease off of your body. My hands, slick with soapsuds, follow my tongue down your chest. I wash your legs down to your feet barely paying any attention to your cock. On the way back up I gently hold your balls and just barely lick around the head of your dick. I lick teasingly down your shaft. As you begin to moan I reach behind you and turn off the water. “Payback, huh?” I stand and smile, “I’m not done with you yet.” Dripping wet, we make our way to the bedroom. As I grab my favorite oil, you sit there on the bed like a king. “Roll over and lay down.” “Yes, ma’am! But not without a kiss first.” I sit down straddling you and start to lean down but you’ve already worked your way down my neck to my breasts. Your tongue flicks over my nipple and gently tugs at the ring. Your hand wraps around my other breast with your thumb rubbing slowly over my left nipple. I sigh with pleasure as you try to fit my whole breast in your mouth. You switch your mouth to my left breast as your hand takes up where your tongue left off. After what seems like a blissful eternity your hands slowly move to my lower back as your mouth moves up to mine. With my arms around your neck we sit there locked in a passionate embrace exploring each other’s mouths as if we’d never kissed before. You pull away from me and smile, “now are you gonna use that oil or just threaten me with it?” “Roll over and lay down.” I warm the oil in my hands and start to work it into your back. As I feel your muscles have loosening I tell you to roll over and start to massage your chest. “Feeling better?” “Almost,” and without warning you roll over and pin me under you. You kiss me roughly as your hand finds its way between my legs. I try to squeal as you slide a finger in my still wet pussy but your lips are sealed over mine, your tongue wildly exploring my mouth. Expertly you bring me to an orgasm. The shudders have almost stopped as you slowly start to finger my pussy again; I moan, “Fuck me”. You slide another finger in my hot wet pussy and your thumb starts doing slow circles on my swollen clit. My eyes roll back in my head as a slight scream escapes my lips. My body shakes as another orgasm hits. You pull me close to you as lick my juice off your fingers. “Mmmm” As we lay there, with my head on your chest and your arms wrapped around me, my hand wanders down to your cock. I hold your thick throbbing cock in my hand for a moment before I start slowly working it up and down. Moments later I swivel around so that I’m leaning across your chest with my head in your lap. I lick around your head then swirl my tongue around your shaft as you go deeper in my mouth. Just as slowly I pull back up, but with my hand following right behind my lips. I keep licking up and down your shaft stopping only to suck on your head. As I move down your shaft again, I continue onto your balls. I lick one, then the other then hold them both in my mouth. Your moans and groans continue to get louder and deeper. Finally, I climb on top of you, so I’m straddling you with my feet beside you instead of on my knees. I almost cum again as you slide your dick into my dripping pussy. “Ride me, beautiful.” And I do. Our rhythm only slows so I can lean forward to kiss you and to let you lick my nipples. As sit back your hands stay on my breasts, fondling them until ecstasy comes to us. A moment after you cum, the most powerful orgasm washes over me. You moan one last time as my pussy spasms on your still hard cock. Exhaustion sets in as we stretch out. My leg slides over to touch yours. Your hand rests lightly on my back. Just as am drifting off to sleep you whisper, “I do feel better, thank you.” Hard Day at the Office At about four p.m. yesterday, I discovered I'd left my design portfolio on the kitchen counter. I was supposed to meet with the board of directors at 5:30 and if I didn't have that portfolio, I was screwed. So I called my wife, Alora, and begged her to bring it to me. Let me just say—I have an amazing wife. Alora is a gorgeous brunette with a killer body and a sweet, bubbly personality. She works from home as a graphic artist. Asking her to leave in the middle of the day is definitely a big inconvenience. However, she good-naturedly agreed and I hung up the phone with a smile on my face. While I waited for Alora I did as much preparation for the big meeting as I could without having the portfolio in my hand. I was completely focused on my presentation outline when she walked into my office. Wrenching myself away from my notes, I was shocked to see what my wife was wearing. She had on a short, tight minidress in shiny metallic fabric, tall clear heels and a long, loose coat with a fur collar. Her voluptuous breasts were buoyant and round under the thin fabric and I could clearly see both erect nipples. My cock rose in my pants as I stared at her long, strong legs and the sexy stripper shoes. Alora carefully slipped the coat off and draped it on a chair. She was holding my portfolio. "Hi baby," my wife said casually. "Here's your file." Speechless, I walked over and kissed her deeply. She was wearing my favorite perfume. I took the portfolio and deposited it unceremoniously on my desk, no longer interested in either my project or my impending meeting. "What are you doing, Alora?" "Nothing, babe. Just dropping off your stuff. So I guess I should get back to work—" She headed for the door, knowing I would prevent her from leaving. Which I did. I sidestepped quickly, slammed the door and locked it. We sized each other up for a moment. My cock was now hard as a rock, poking out the front of my dress pants insistently. She reached out and traced its outline with her fingers. I couldn't take it anymore. Lunging for her, I kissed her hard and squeezed her round little ass with both hands. She raised one leg and wrapped it around my pants, putting exquisite pressure on my dick, and leaned back slightly to let even more of her boobs show above the sexy dress. We didn't stay there long. My lust was out of control and I needed to be inside her now. We backed toward my desk. She unbuttoned my shirt and I stuck one hand up underneath her dress, stroking the folds of her pussy gently. Alora rarely wore panties and today was no exception. She was incredibly wet. I felt her spread her legs so I obligingly inserted two fingers into her dripping sex, making her moan with pleasure and melt against my bare chest as I pumped her slowly. My fingers searched deep inside her. I curved them hard against her pussy walls and she gasped as I hit her g-spot. Soon she was grinding herself against my fingers and working her way to a giant orgasm. I kept fingering her, harder and harder, eventually putting three fingers inside her pussy and ramming her g-spot in just the way I knew she liked it, pumping her hand until she clenched against me and bit back a scream of sexual joy. Moments later, she shimmied off my fingers and beckoned to me to sit down in my office chair behind my desk. I dropped my pants and briefs and sat down, stroking my 9" cock gently, expecting her to sit on my dick. She didn't. I watched her walk around the front of my desk. She dropped to her knees and crawled underneath it. I couldn't believe my wife was about to make my fantasy of an at-work, under-the-desk BJ a reality, but that's exactly what she was doing. I felt her tug at my desk chair to roll me closer to the desk. I couldn't even see her, only feel her soft hands stroking my legs. I felt her tongue flick the sensitive tip of my cock. Damn, she was good. She licked it from the base to the tip, still invisible underneath my desk. I sat back and groaned in ecstasy as she licked me all over. She sucked gently at each ball, taking them into her mouth and working them carefully with her tongue. Finally, when she knew I wanted it more than anything, she took my cock all the way into her mouth and began to deep-throat me. She impaled her mouth on my dick with each stroke. Her perfect little lips felt wet and soft against my cock as she mouth-fucked me, giving the perfect combination of friction and suppleness. I reached under the desk and grabbed her head, pushing my cock deeper into her throat as she sucked hungrily. When I felt like I was getting close to coming in her mouth, I pulled back and stood up. My wife came out from under the desk. She knew what was next. She worked the dress down, exposing her bare, round breasts, and stood there rubbing her nipples and waiting for me as I cleared off my desk hastily, spilling papers and the portfolio and files and receipts into a confused paper tangle on the floor. My dripping cock stuck straight in front of me. I was still wearing my crisp white dress shirt; Alora had on the tall stripper shoes and the metallic dress, which she'd now hiked up so both her breasts and the tip of her shaved mound were exposed. As soon as I'd cleared us a space, Alora sat down on my huge executive desk. She'd been a cheerleader in college and could still do the splits, so when she spread her legs, the heels of her shoes pointed to opposite walls and I could see actually into her hot, wet pussy. I grabbed a thigh with each hand and paused a moment to admire the picture of my wife ready and waiting on my desk. Then I positioned my dick at her entrance and started pushing the thick head inside of her. She raised her arms above her head and moaned. I leaned over, pushing myself another inch or so into her, and licked one generous 36D breast. I began sucking her tits while I gradually stuck my dick into her pulsing cunt. She writhed in anticipation. I knew she wanted me to fuck her hard, but I liked making her wait a bit. Eventually I'd pushed myself about six inches inside of her. I used one hand to hold her wrists over her head and flicked her clit with the other, sending her into spasms of pleasure. Once I'd amused myself with her tits and shallow fucked her for a while, I too needed to fuck her good and hard. I kept her wrists pinioned and curled my other hand against her shoulder for leverage. She grinned at me. My naughty little wife loves getting fucked, and the office environment was making both of us hot as hell. I grabbed her shoulder and cranked my cock deep into her pussy. My cockhead pressed against the back of her walls. We both closed our eyes and succumbed to pure pleasure. I thrust in and out of her, gaining speed, making sure each stroke reached the absolute back of her and burying myself balls-deep in her sweet snatch. My wife's breasts bounced up and down as I fucked her. The desk squeaked and started moving backward as my strokes became ever deeper and harder. I forced her legs wider apart and moved both hands to her shoulders, pumping into her as I felt my orgasm approaching. Alora's perfect body felt both firm and yielding underneath me. She was a slave to my dick, pierced by its girth and length. We were both panting and moaning gently and I could sense she was on the verge of a giant orgasm, too. We came together as I gave one last hard thrust, hitting her g-spot and sending us into paradise at the same time. I felt my dick spurt inside of her. We held there and enjoyed the hot cum filling her pussy and surrounding my cock. When I finally pulled out, she put one finger inside herself and brought it to her lips to taste my cum. When we'd recovered, we climbed off the desk and straightened ourselves in silence. She fixed her dress and retrieved her coat before helping me pile the miscellaneous papers back on my desk, making sure to put the portfolio on top. It was 5:15. I wrapped my arms around my wife and kissed her. Stopping in the doorway, she said slyly, "Good luck with your meeting. Hope I helped you relax a bit." "Thanks. I'm certainly more relaxed... See you at home." Like I said, I'm a lucky man. Thanks to Alora, I gave a great presentation... Although my mind kept wandering to what had just happened in my office. This morning, I left a bag of files on the hall table. Damn. I just don't know why I've been so forgetful. Guess I'll have to call my wife again. Hard Day at the Office I suppose that working in a female dominated job like this should have been a clear enough sign, but I had managed to keep it all a secret for this long. Sure there were little tells, but I if I kept my head down and maintain a pretty low profile at work it was all OK. And so here I was, four years working as an administrator (glorified pool secretary!) within a typical bland manufacturing company. Apparently we made something to do with aircraft engines, but it was all beyond me. Just get the job done well and people saw me as professional and hard working. In the modern world it was accepted that guys could be administrators just as much as girls could be mechanics and to tell the truth, so long as I got the work done I was pretty much off everyone's radar. Just 'that guy in the admin team' I suppose. If I thought about it I guess I should have known that it would all come out eventually, but I never imagined anything quite like what I'm going to recall here. I was part of a pool of staff that carried out all the administration for the senior level executives in the company. Some of them had a direct PA, but most submitted work which got distributed between us. The usual letters, invoices, requests and so on. I was the only guy working in the pool with five other women under Lucy, the head administrator. We all got along, but that's about as far as it went towards me. I still didn't feel part of the collective, but didn't feel any animosity from the other girls either. They were friendly enough, but, let's say, I wouldn't expect to be asked out on the town with them. I had been cross dressing for what now seemed like a very long time. Initially it was shifty rummaging through female relatives drawers, longing glances through lingerie catalogues as a teenager, ending up with a rather extensive wardrobe of clothes, shoes and underwear now. Living by myself allowed me the privacy that I liked to practice my fetish. I never really wanted to be a woman, but just loved the sensuality and power I felt dressing up as one. It always seems so unfair that women had all the glamour and fun! And I always felt a new confidence when I went out dressed up that I didn't have in my 'regular' life. My physical appearance helped a lot. Partly it was down to luck and my genes, but also diet and exercise that maximized my physical assets. I was naturally tall and skinny: 5ft11 in my bare stockings and a smidge under 10 stones in weight. Regular work outs at the gym kept me toned, avoiding bulking out too much! This left me with slender, shapely legs and kept my body and shoulders slim. At 23 years old I looked young and fresh, and my mother's genes had blessed me with a boyish delicate face and appearance. As a result I normally found that I had to try to 'butch' up for my daytime persona with crisp white shirts and shapeless trousers! Like a lot of transvestites I'd tried to give it all up, bundling all my clothes into bins and swearing to stop it all (usually after some near miss...), but it always seeped back into my life. At the time I was happy and comfortable with my lifestyle. I had a nice steady job during the day and an alternative female persona for evenings and nights out. Each existence was separate and never crossed-over except for really extra-ordinary circumstances. But then this is all about one of those occasions, which led on to so much more... Work officially finished at 12:00 on a Friday, so that day I pretended to be busy with work and carried on into the afternoon. Well, I did genuinely have work still left to do, but ordinarily I'd want to leave on the dot for the weekend just like everyone else. Tonight I had other plans though. "Don't work too hard, you'll make us all look bad," said Karen on her way past "Have a good weekend Karen, see you Monday," I replied I could see that staying longer wasn't making me friends with the other girls, but the brief flash of a smile from my boss Lucy made up for it. Brownie points for the conscientious worker! Tonight I was meeting up with some of my 'girl' friends in town and had a weekend break planned. We'd booked a minibus for us all to go down to London for the weekend, spending some relaxing time in an posh 5 star hotel and evenings in some of our favorite alternative clubs. I couldn't wait to get dolled up ready for our mini-adventure. The big problem was that I needed to be ready at 4:00pm, which didn't give me time to get home, change and get into town. That meant breaking my major ground rule of mixing business and pleasure. I had to get ready and dressed at work, and I had to bring in my weekend clothes to work. They were sat in my weekend bag, which I had brought in early and stashed out of sight under my desk. All day I'd kept one foot discreetly up against it so I was positive it was still hidden away there, and now the waiting was almost over. By 2:00 almost everyone in the building had left for the weekend. There were a still a few engineers and executives about, but I was sure I hadn't seen any girls around. I was planning to make a break for it to the ladies, so once I was inside there I was safe. A lot of the lights had already been turned out and the day was turning to winter dusk outside. "I'll leave it another 30 minutes and give it a try," I thought. Handily the women's toilets were located just out of sight from the office door a little along the corridor. By now I hadn't seen anyone pass our office door for 20 minutes. I was certain there was almost no one else left here, but I felt a little tingle as I got up with my weekend bag to sneak to the ladies. With my heart beating hard I left the office and turned left down the corridor, pausing at the water cooler to take a slow drink and pretend to read one of the company's motivational pieces on the news board. "OK, this is it," I thought after no one had left the ladies for a good 5 minutes, "All the admin girls have left, it's now or never". Confidently I picked up my weekend bag, slung it over my shoulder and moved quickly and quietly down the corridor, past the men's room, and with one last cautious glace over my shoulder slipped into the sanctuary of the ladies toilet. My heart was still pounding as the automatic lights flickered on. No one in here -- phew! Just to be sure I went into the second to last cubicle and locked the door. Now I could relax a little and get into my dressing routine. I quickly stripped off and filled the carrier bag I'd brought along with all my day clothes. Last night I had spent a luxurious evening bathing, waxing, shaving and moisturizing my entire body. Now I stood for a moment enjoying the feel of my hands gliding over my soft smooth body. Sitting down on the loo I pulled on a pair a silky hold up stockings, the light fabric gliding easily up my freshly waxed legs. And with my pair of black leather boots that went up to just below the knee zipped on at least now I would appear 'normal' from under the toilet door in an emergency. Feeling much more relaxed now, I could really go to work on my female image. First I attached my wonderful C cup silicon fakes and blending in the edges with some foundation. I then got out my pocket mirror and starting to apply my makeup. Not too much, but enough to bring out some of the natural feminine look to my boyish face. Too much makeup smacked of tragic tranny! By keeping it low key I could normally pass without too many unwanted double takes. So, I applied some of my favorite foundation followed by a light dusting of blusher to bring out my cheekbones. Next I put on some dusky eye shadow to match my hazel color, followed by coal grey eyeliner to open up my eyes and the first coat of mascara. My favorite subject at school was always art: who knew being so handy with a brush would come in so useful! The only real splash of color was reserved for my crimson lipstick, with a touch of lip gloss. Tonight I was going for elegant and stylish, so standing up again I slipped on a delicate lacy black thong, followed by the matching bra. Then I wriggled into my killer Little Black Dress. I loved this dress and always pulled it out for a good night out. It hugged where it should, hid my worst bits and fitted like a dream. I guess the way the hem line ended just below my stocking tops helped too! Next I applied some pre-prepared crimson painted nails and while I waited for them to dry I brushed on a second coat of mascara and fluttered my eyelashes to myself in my mirror. Finally I took my favorite brunette bob wig out of the box in my weekend bag and fixed it into place. It was a modern cut that angled forwards and down with a straight cut fringe. It went very well with the young-classy-thing I was going for. With some luck I might make someone's night in the bar tonight! Once I was happy with my appearance I gingerly opened the cubicle door to check myself out in the bathroom mirror and make any final adjustments. "Woh, sexy honey," I thought to myself. I whispered another silent prayer to the cute gym instructor that had come up with the routines that had added shape to my cute ass. Just need a few tweaks to my blusher, tidy up a stray hair or two and I'm ready to hit the streets! I turned back to the cubicle and picked up my makeup bag off the toilet seat and put it next to the middle sink. I then leaned down to retrieve my day clothes and stuff them into my weekend bag. Now fully dressed I was enjoying the snug fit of my clothes and as I bent to pick up my bag I relished the feel of my black dress's hem inching up the back of my thighs to reveal a peek of stocking top and bare flesh. Mm that felt good as I kept one leg straight and paused bent over double reaching for my bag. Just as I was enjoying the luxurious stretch down the back of my leg, I froze mid bend as I heard the outer door suddenly swing open. Panicking I stood upright again, but didn't know what to do. The inner door opened and I heard heels tap across the tiled floor. "OK... OK... keep calm and casual," I thought to myself. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I felt sure anyone in the same room could hear. Clutching my bag I returned to the sink where I had left my makeup kit. By looking down slightly I could keep the fringe of my wig concealing my face. With some luck she'd go to a cubicle and I could slip out without any questions or confrontation. Flicking my eyes up to the mirror I saw that I looked good enough to pass, it was just a pity I couldn't do a final touch to my makeup. With a feeling of dread I felt the presence of someone walk behind me and take up position at the next sink. "Why had I taken the middle sink?" I thought to myself. "Oh no, now I've got to stay and do something at least else it looks odd." I took out my blusher brush and touched up my face, trying desperately to look calm and collected. Glancing to my left in the mirror I saw Helen, one of the senior executives styling her hair with her fingers and a small can of hair spray. "Idiot!" I thought, "Of course there was Helen as well as the office girls. I'd forgotten about the one female executive who could be working late in her office!" "God, these long meetings play havoc with my hair!" she said. "I'm sure it's the air con, but I always come out of that room looking a mess." "Yeah, I know what you mean," I mumbled, desperate for something to say. "And I'm supposed to be going out tonight," she said, "now it's too late to go home and I've got to keep these stuffy work clothes on." So far she seemed far too preoccupied to notice me much, so with gathering confidence I chanced a longer look to my left. She was wearing a modern cut navy blue skirt suit, with a white blouse underneath. The suit suited her figure well and true to Helen's form the skirt was that little bit shorter than necessary for business. I had to admit that she looked good, just as she always did. She was rather short, under 5ft I estimated, but her sensuous curvy body and larger than average chest more than made up for it. Matching navy blue 3 inch high heels also helped disguise her height, with the added bonus of making the most of her heart shaped rear. And if she wasn't eye catching enough there was the shock of fiery red hair which contrasted so well with her creamy white skin. "No, you look great," I replied "Just maybe lose a few buttons on your blouse and add some more makeup and you'll be OK for bars." I couldn't believe what was going on here. I needed to leave and quick and here I was having a conversation with one of the high level management dressed as a woman! I'd be lucky to keep my job if she realized. "Oh, thanks," said Helen. "Could I borrow some eyeliner? I don't keep any at work." "Sure," I replied, cursing myself for mentioning makeup. I rummaged in my makeup bag and passed her my eyeliner, without turning away from the mirror. I continued to tweak my hair and makeup while Helen concentrated on applying eyeliner. She finished what she was doing and passed me the makeup. I turned to take it and fumbled it with the rest of my makeup back into my weekend bag. "Right I better get going," I said, still trying to avoid eye contact with Helen. "OK. Me too, I'm about done in here. Thanks for the eyeliner again." "No problem," I replied. Turning to leave we both made for the door and for an instant I looked straight at Helen. There was a slightly quizzical look on her face, and then it was gone. I opened the door and pushed my way out into the relative freedom of the corridor. "Look like you're on for a big one," she commented as she followed me out "What are you planning?" "Um... I'm meeting some friends in town and we're bussing down to London," I mumbled "Uh huh..." she answered. "... well you have fun" she finally said. Still on edge I turned to go, but was called back after three steps. "Excuse me," said Helen. "I hate to do this, really I do, but you do work here don't you?" "Sure," I replied casually, screaming on the inside, "down in the finance office with Sue." "Oh, just I haven't seen you around much. Are you new?" "Yeah. I transferred from the Northern branch 3 months ago." "Ah right I see." There was another long pause, "sorry to do this, but can I see your ID? We've had a few security breaches recently and you can never be too careful." "No problem," I replied. I squatted down next to my weekend bag and made a big show of rummaging inside searching for my ID. Desperately I thought "What am I going to do now? I can't show her my card!" "Sorry, I must have lost it somewhere," I said with maybe a little too much confidence. "Right." said Helen. She sighed and finally added, "well, would you mind coming with me while we sort all this out?" "Sure, but I do have to go soon you know." "Yes, this will all get sorted quickly one way or another," she replied ominously Feeling like I was falling in a dream I followed Helen back through my office past my desk and towards her executive office along the far side. I'd never ventured into her office before and I was surprised how nice it was in here compared to out in the drones section. There were large windows down one side of the office, looking out over the landscaped grounds our office block sat in. A large desk dominated one corner of the spacious office, with a wall of books and files to the left of it. In the opposite corner to the desk was a low coffee table surrounded by 6 easy chairs. Evidently this was where the deals were made. The only other furniture to be seen were a selection of large foliage plants dotted around the room, Helen's black leather high backed office chair and a further standard office chair pulled up to the other side of the desk. She went behind the desk and sat before motioning me to sit opposite her. "OK then..." she said, "sorry, what did you say your name was?" "Rachel," I blurted out, "Rachel Stevenson" "OK then Rachel. We need to find your ID in a hurry or get you cross checked with Security. What's it going to be?" By now I'd resigned myself to losing my job and life as I knew it, so it was either humiliation now with Helen or humiliation with Helen and a selection of Neanderthal security guards as well. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry. "I think I may have found it in my bag," I hoarsely whispered. Not able to meet Helen's eyes I silently placed my ID card on her desk and hung my head: ready for the noose. Helen placed a finger on the card and slid it across the desk. "Well, well, now it's all clear," Helen exclaimed, "you're in big trouble now missy! Stealing employee ID cards is serious and getting on private premises is against the law. I've no idea how you got hold of this card or if they know it's missing. Or is it a copy? Whatever! What are you looking for and who are you working for?" Stunned, I sat there with my mouth gaping open as I couldn't believe that she hadn't made a connection. I felt a moment's pride at the realization that she hadn't recognized me, then I sunk back into fear, as I realized this was getting out of hand and wasn't necessarily any better than before. Helen just sat behind her desk and bore into me with angry eyes. "We've too many contracts recently with no warning or reason. Now I think we might have found our leak. I do not like looking bad professionally! Someone is going to pay for this: either you or who sent you depending on how much you tell me now!" she said with a steel edge to her voice. To my shame, in my panic and despair I had started to cry a little. "I don't know... Uhh, no one sent me," I sobbed "Right then missy, if you don't want to answer me, let's see what you say to Security," Helen said. She reached for the phone and lifted the receiver to her head. Still keeping her eyes fixed on me she asked to speak to Security. I raised my eyes to look at Helen and silently pleaded with her. Her brow suddenly furrowed and I watched as her jaw dropped open and her mouth formed a surprised 'o' with the sudden realization. We sat staring at each other, and I held my breath. After what seemed a eternity, Helen realized she had a phone to her ear and had obviously heard someone speaking still. "What?" she spoke into the phone, "... no... Sorry, just a mistake. I thought I saw someone, but it's just one of my guys working late... No... No problem... OK, thanks". Slowly she dropped the receiver back onto the phone cradle, never taking her eyes off me and incredulously shaking her head from side to side. "Really? Is that really you, Jack?" she finally asked. "Yes," I muttered and hung my head again. "Wow. This must be a Friday. They're always the worst after I've stayed late too many days in a row!" she said. "I need a drink. Fancy one?" she asked pulling open a desk drawer and getting out a bottle of bourbon. "No thanks," I whispered, eyes fixed onto the desk. "OK. Well, I'll pour you one and you see if you want it later. Come and sit with me at the coffee table." I sensed a softening in Helen's attitude, and looking up she had the same quizzical look on her face as before with none of the anger I'd just seen. "You know, I knew I recognized something earlier," she said, "but I thought it was just someone possibly new rather than you. It never occurred at all." Pouring a good measure into two tumblers, she took a sip from one and gestured over to the easy chairs in the corner. "Here you go if you like," she said placing one drink before me on the coffee table. Changing my mind I took a glass and tentatively took a sip. I wasn't used to spirits much at all, let alone bourbon. I coughed pathetically in response to the harsh feeling of it going down my throat. Helen sat down to my left diagonally across at the coffee table stifling giggles as I choked. Hard Day at the Office "You really are more like a girl than a boy aren't you?" she said "I don't normally drink spirits," I spluttered in defense. "I can tell!" she laughed. We sat for a few silent moments. I occasionally sipped my drink while Helen knocked hers back in deep gulps. Finally she crossed one leg over the other and leaned towards me slightly. "So Jack, how long has this been going on?" "Well", I sighed, "on and off most of my teens and adult life. But hardly ever like this, I promise! It's always on my own time and I've never got ready at work here before. I must be just so unlucky to get caught." "Oh, I don't know. These things have a way of working themselves out. Maybe it's good to have it in the open and talk about it. Maybe it's just my good luck," said Helen mischievously. I looked questioningly into her eyes and was confused to see a glint of intensity and desire in hers. What was going on here now? Of course, everyone in the office had heard the rumors about Helen and how she got to where she was, but I'm sure it was just office folklore. And that skinny brunette secretary -- Amy was it? -- that suddenly had to be moved to the northern office. Surely what they said about that can't have been true, can it? "Erm..." I managed a faint smile, "so what happens now? Will I lose my job when you tell my boss?" "Well honey, technically I'm Lucy's boss, so I guess I'm yours too. And I can keep a secret, can you..?" She leaned over to me and started to dab at my eyes and face with a handkerchief. "You've made such a mess, Rachel. You don't want your pretty face messy for your friends later, do you?" I felt a thrill from Helen using my female persona and accepting me as I was. I had forgot all about going out tonight, and now I'm here in Helen's office, at my work place, exposed and not knowing what was happening or going on. I felt like a whirlwind had deposited me here and now this kind soul was tending to my injuries. "That's right sweetie. Some of your color is coming back to you and now we just need to fix up your makeup again. Where's your mascara?" I indicated it was in my bag and she pulled out my makeup bag. She perched herself in front of me on the coffee table to touch up my makeup. She leant forward and placed one hand onto my right stocking clad thigh "Now look up for me," she said. She leaned in to reapply some mascara. "And now down." I realized to my delight that Helen had chosen to lose three buttons on her blouse giving me a fine view of a generously filled white lacy bra. As she leant back she caught my gaze and smirked. "Naughty girl!" she admonished, "we don't want any unsightly bulges do we!" She playfully slapped my knee with the palm of her hand. I blushed scarlet, but she carried on finishing my makeup. "Now stand up and let me have a proper look at you," she said, pulling me by my hands to my feet. I stood for her in the open space in the middle of her office as she walked around me, fussing and tugging material. "Very nice indeed sweetie," she whispered, "you've got better legs than me!" "Oh I don't think so Helen!" I gushed, "your legs are divine, especially in those seamed tights." "Stockings dahling," she drawled, "I never wear tights. They're so troublesome when it comes to quick access." She winked and lifted her skirt hem to reveal stocking tops and creamy flesh. I grinned and felt a definite stir in my little panties. "You look good to go honey," she said after giving me a final look over and going back to sit in her leather office chair. "Oh, OK," I said, looking slightly disappointed and I made to go to the door. "Aren't you forgetting to thank me?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, yes... sorry," I stammered, "thank you so much Helen, I owe you big time. I really appreciate this." "Not like that silly," said Helen. She rolled her chair back from her desk to show that she had hitched her skirt up over her stocking tops and was spreading her thighs open allowing a clear view of a panty less shaved pussy. She smiled as I gasped. "Oh did I mention I don't like panties either?" she said innocently, "I never know when I need a quick feel..." She beckoned me over with one curled finger and in a daze I walked behind her desk and stood before her. "That's a good girl," she murmured to me, "Come and thank your helpful, accommodating horny boss." She pulled down on my arms sharply so I dropped to my knees in front of her. "That's it honey. Thank me nicely and I'm sure no one will find out about your filthy secret identity." Clearly in charge now, she took my trembling hands and placed each one on her spread stocking clad thighs, drawing me in closer. "Us girls in business always have to help each other out, don't you think?" she said. She brushed some hair away from my eyes gently. Teasing her hand through my hair she carefully but firmly pushed my face in between her spread legs. I willingly let my face be pushed into her bare pussy, gingerly stuck out my tongue and brushed it up her slit. She was almost completely shaved smooth, with a carefully trimmed patch of hair just above her lips. I was fascinated by the smooth feel of her shaved pussy and explored my tongue around the folds of her pussy lips. This got an appreciative moan from Helen and she massaged her fingers harder into my head. My cock was already straining in their tiny black lace prison, but I Obviously wasn't the only one very turned on here. I could taste sweet beads of juice forming inside her already. As I continued to lap at Helen's increasingly wet pussy my hands explored her legs more. I slowly stroked up and down her thighs and calves, enjoying the cool feel of her hold up stockings and felt Helen shiver and squirm slightly when I crossed the transition to bare flesh. Instinctively I reached under my dress and adjusted my panties to allow myself a little more freedom. "No! My naughty slut will not play with herself while she is busy servicing me!" said Helen sternly. She cupped my head in her hands and pulled my face deep into her until I was smothered into her pussy. My face was actually spreading her lips wide, with no choice but to have my nose buried into her. Eagerly I pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside my new boss's pussy, exploring inside her. With a little movement of my head I was able to push my nose over her clit as I sucked, licked and probed her with my tongue. Helen yelped with pleasure, grinding her hips onto my face but not releasing the pressure with her hands. My hands returned to her legs and by lifting up behind her knees I was able to bend Helen's legs back on top of her, spreading her legs even wider. She reached down the side of the chair and the back reclined allowing her to wriggle down so that her bum perched just on the edge of the chair. The brief release allowed me to lean back and catch my breath. As I did so I took in the now rather disheveled look of my boss laid back in her chair, legs bend up and spread wide with her skirt up around her waist. While I'd been busy she'd also unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and slid the straps of her bra down her arms releasing her gorgeous chest. I stopped there a second enjoying the view of her squeezing her magnificent soft breasts and pulling at one nipple with one hand as the other had snaked down to her pussy and was rubbing her clit. The look of desire directed towards me almost took me by surprise. "Oh honey, looks like something is giving you away," she teased, eyeing up the obvious tent in my dress. "Lift your dress and let me see now bitch!" Kneeling upright, I raised the hem on my skirt over my stocking tops and revealed my lacy black thong straining to hold onto my now throbbing 8 inches. Slightly sheepishly I looked up towards Helen again. "Wow sweetie, that does look good," she said, as she increased the speed of her fingers on her clit. "Take it out and show me now." I managed to unhook my stiff cock from the elastic waistband of my thong and it sprung out jutting out severely from my body. "Mmmm yeah baby, I love it!" she murmured. "God, I need you to make me come sweetie. Fuck me now! Get that big cock inside me you little slut!" I eagerly moved forward and knelt between her legs. She'd dropped the level of the chair so it was now at a perfect height for me to enter her, and I held my throbbing cock at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her. "Don't tease me you little whore! Get it in me now, or do you want everyone in this office to know your nasty little secret? What would the girls in the office think about you if they found out you're such a dirty little slut whore?" Obediently I slid all the way in "Ahhhhmmmmm, " Helen moaned, almost sighing with pleasure of getting filled with my cock. "Now fuck me hard bitch, I want to come," she demanded. I took hold of thighs and started plunging deep in and out of her pussy as she kneaded her full boobs and frantically rubbed at her clit. After a few strokes it was clear that the office chair Helen was lying back in was rolling around too much. I struggled to get a proper purchase on her. "No, no, no! This is pathetic. I want to be fucked not tickled." She shoved me off her and got up. Then pushing aside a pile of paperwork she bent low over her desk and offered her ass up towards me. "Now, give it to me properly," she growled over her shoulder. I took up position behind her and without warning slammed up deep inside her. "Mmmm, that's much better slut. Now fuck me hard like my good little bitch." Now getting the idea I started pounding her pussy hard and deep. She pushed one hand under herself so she could continue to rub her clit. I grabbed hard at her waist so that I could add more force to my thrusts. "Mmmm, yes honey, that's it, yes... yes," she moaned, "ohh, god. You're going to make me come you naughty little slut!" She was thrashing around on the desk clearly enjoying squashing her breasts into the table and continuously grinding her clit with her fingers. I felt her legs buckle as her knees gave way. "Yes! Yes! Oh, god yes!" she squealed as her thighs clamped together around her hand. She continued to shudder as I carried on fucking her. "Mmmmm, I'm going to come too," I moaned. "Tell me when," she ordered. I carried on for a few more seconds, but was already close to the edge and the sight of my new boss thrashing out her orgasm on the table in front of me had pushed me beyond. "Any second now..." I stammered trying to hold on to my orgasm. She suddenly pushed me away and stood up again. Turning round she pushed me back into her chair with enough force that the chair rolled into the wall. She eyed my stiff rod with hunger as she dropped to her knees, blouse still wide open and full breasts overflowing her loose bra. Holding my balls in one hand, she firmly stroked my cock with the other as she flicked her tongue back and forth over the head. She was looking up into my eyes, and even though she was in this submissive position she was clearly still in charge. Now that she wanted my cum she was going to take it! "Mmmmmmmm," I groaned. Her oral talents were amazing and my eyes rolled in my head as I could no longer hold on. Sensing a tightening in my balls, she held back my foreskin with her hand at the base of my cock and started rapidly bobbing her head up and down my shaft while massaging my balls. "Ohhh god, yes! I'm going to come! Ohhhhmm... Yes!" She eagerly swallowed every huge spurt of come I released into her warm mouth, not releasing my cock until she had drained it entirely. I lay there panting with a sheen of sweat on my face. "Mmm. Thank you Rachel, you're such an obedient employee," said Helen sweetly. "No, thank you Helen. That was incredible." She pushed up on the chair arms and stood up, then pulled her clothes back into position. She smoothed her skirt and blouse back into place and as she tidied up her hair, she appeared as if nothing had just happened. "Thank you Rachel, you've been very appreciative. I'm sure no one needs to find out about your secret." I was still on my back in her chair, hair and makeup a complete mess, dress hitched up around my middle with a dwindling cock sprouting from out of my panties. "I think that is all," Helen continued, "no need to bring security into all of this." I must have been stunned motionless, as she added "You may leave for your big night out now Rachel." Shocked and bewildered I slowly stood up and tried shakily to tidy myself up. Helen returned back to her chair and busied herself with some paperwork on her desk. "I suggest you make a visit to the toilets to fix yourself up before leaving," she said, not looking up from her work, "you don't want to attract unwanted attention do you?" I turned to leave, still shocked that this had happened and now amazed that I was being tossed aside after I had served my purpose. "Don't you have something to say?" she asked as I made to leave her office. "What? erm... I.." I stuttered "Well, I've just saved your career, and saved you from all that embarrassment. Most bosses wouldn't have been so accommodating Rachel!" "Oh, right," I said, "thank you very much Ms Richardson." "You're welcome Rachel," she answered smiling smugly. As I stood in her doorway ready to leave, she smirked once more. Keeping her eyes fixed firmly on me she dipped her hand out of sight under the desk and slowly raised them to her mouth and lasciviously licked them clean. My cock swelled painfully against the panty elastic again. Bitch! She was enjoying this! "See you on Monday, have a good weekend," she added with a glint in her eye. I was beginning to feel it would have been easier if I had got turned over to the security guys! Feeling slightly groggy I closed the door behind me. I must have looked a state -- ruffled hair, streaked makeup, unsightly bulge in my dress. My hands hung limply at my sides with my weekend bag dangling loosely from my fingers. I stood and breathed out with a heavy sigh, shook my dazed head. Suddenly realising where I was and how I looked, I hurried furtively back to the ladies to clean myself up. I suspected that work was never going to be quite the same again... Hard Day at Work I love to go to work. I know some people will think I’m crazy, but let me tell you about my last day a work, then you can decide for yourself. It was a typical Tuesday morning when I showed up 10 min. late for work. I work in a sex toy shop. I guess you could call it a boutique, but basically we sell sex toys. My boss is a very demanding lady. I knew I was in trouble for showing up late. That’s why I did it. I love to keep the day full of surprises. Tuesdays are always real slow. I just thought I could help pass the time. Alice was watching the clock as I came in. I could tell from the look on her face I was in for something special today. “You’re late.” she hissed as I punched in. “I’m sorry.” I tried to look humble. “I got caught in traffic.” “That’s no excuse.” Alice had a wicked gleam in her eye. “I want you to go into the dressing room, take off your underclothes and wait for me. Now!” I was nearly dancing with excitement as I went into the spacious dressing room and took off my panties and my bra. Alice came in just as I was buttoning up my blouse and straightening my long, flowing skirt. “Well, young lady, I want no excuses from you. You were late. You will be punished. Understood?” I nodded respectfully. “Good. I want you to put on this gag. I don’t want to disturb any customers that wander in.” I put the ball gag in my mouth and Alice tightened it carefully behind me. She pushed me face down across the plush stool in the center of the room and pushed my legs wide apart. “Don’t move, slut.” My boss left the dressing room. When she returned I could see her arms full of every possible whip, clamp, dildo, and cream we sell. This was going to be a marathon session. “I am going to use every one of these on you today, slut. I intend to send you home so bruised and sore you will never be late again. I hope you’re ready.” Alice sounded way too happy about this whole idea. I was getting a little nervous. Alice unbuttoned my blouse and attached a pair of nipple clamps to my nipples. She turned the adjustable screws until I winced with pain. “Don’t think you’ll stay on that setting for long.” Alice giggled wickedly. Next she took out a tube of cream and applied it liberally to my already wet pussy. I could feel the cream begin to heat and tingle. Soon I knew the tingling would be unbearable and I would do anything to get relief. The breeze I could feel on my bare pussy and ass made me very aware of my skirt flipped up over my back. It made me feel even more vulnerable than if I were completely naked. It was very exciting to know I would be this way if customers came into the store. At that very minute the bell on the door signaled someone entering the store. Alice left me in the dressing room with a warning not to move while she was gone. I lay across the stool with my stomach fluttering. What if they came into the dressing room? What if they found me like this? What would they say? What would they think? I was so nervous and excited I didn’t notice the bell ring as the customers left the shop. I also didn’t notice Alice coming in to the room until she brought the leather slapper down on my exposed rear. Whack! Whack! Whack! I squealed into the ball gag. Whack! Whack! Whack! Alice laughed as I wriggled to get away from the blows. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! After about thirty blows Alice stopped. My rear felt like it was on fire. My sopping pussy was on fire, too. I could hardly keep my legs apart any more. Alice pulled out a slim, short vibrator and coated it liberally with the same cream she put on my pussy. She quickly inserted it in my asshole. Slowly the cream began to work. My whole body felt like a live wire. I couldn’t stay still any more. I tried to rub against the stool, but I couldn’t get into position. Alice laughed and picked up the leather cat-o-nine-tails. She brought it slashing down across my ass and thighs. I cried into the gag as the leather curled around my thighs and hips. Again and again the leather whistled through the air. Alice rained blows down on my helpless body as I twisted and moaned. Fifty blows this time and my skin was so sensitive the slightest touch would be agony. Alice leaned down and tightened the screws on my nipple clamps. Then she removed the vibe in my ass. The cream was still doing its job, and I was in desperate need of an orgasm. I didn’t think I’d be getting one soon, but I would do anything for release. Again the doorbell rang. Alice left me alone, crying for her touch. When she finally returned, I watched her strap on a huge dildo. My ball gag was removed and she moved the dildo in front of my face. It was about a foot long and three inches around. We didn’t sell many, since it was so big. Alice pushed it to my mouth. “Open up, slut.” she murmured. “ I want you to suck my big cock. While you do that I’m going to whip you with this riding crop. I won’t stop until you cum, so you’d better do a good job!” Alice brought the crop down across my ass. As she did that, she shoved the dildo into my mouth. She began to fuck my face violently as she rained down sharp blows with the crop. I was trying to suck as best I could with the crop striking hard, leaving welts on my ass. Finally I could take no more. My body jerked convulsively as I came harder than I could ever remember doing before. Alice continued to whip me and fuck my mouth until my body stilled. I moaned softly as she withdrew the dildo, but my ordeal wasn’t finished yet. “That was impressive.” Alice said. “Can you do it again? I intend to screw you in every hole. I want you to remember this for a long time!” The nipple clamps were tightened again. Alice began to coat the huge dildo with the heating cream. I groaned, but she had no pity or mercy. I could feel the dildo being positioned at the entrance of my pussy. Slowly the huge member pushed into me. Alice thrust in short bursts, enjoying my grunts of pain and pleasure. When she had the whole thing in all the way, she stopped for a minute to let the cream begin to work. I started to beg her to fuck me. I was shameless in my pleading. Alice pulled back and thrust in again. I was beyond any control. I shoved back into her grinding against her. I was desperate. So desperate I didn’t care when she began to pump me harder and harder. I loved the feeling of Alice slamming the fake cock in and out of me. She humped as hard as she could, but I was still screaming for more. I was still begging as Alice pulled the cock out of my pussy and positioned it higher. I nearly passed out when she thrust the head of the dildo into my burning ass. I squealed and grunted as she shoved the whole dildo in. Once it was in all the way, Alice grabbed a thick leather paddle and went to work on my ass. The pain and humiliation was incredible. My ass gripped the dildo tightly and I began to count the blows. I lost count at fifty, but the whipping continued. When Alice dropped the paddle, she began to ream me as hard as she could. I could hear her breathing harder as she slammed in and out of me. My whole body trembled and I could hardly breath when my orgasm took me. Alice rode me hard through the whole thing. I could tell she was getting off and it excited me more. She finished and pulled away from me. “I’m not finished with you, slut. Stand up!” Alice pulled me to my feet. She unbuttoned my blouse all the way and tightened the clamps. My nipples screamed with new pain. Alice picked up the cat and slashed at my nipples. Welts appeared instantly, but she kept hitting and hitting. She didn’t stop until the clamps were whipped off my nipples. The pain was so exquisite. I loved it, but I needed more. Alice understood this and pushed me back over the stool. She spread my legs and began to finger my soaking wet pussy. Slowly she worked her hand into my pussy, finally fitting her whole fist inside. I waited for her to begin to move, but Alice was pushing the envelope today. I moaned as she began to insert three fingers into my ass. I was so full I didn’t think I could take any more, but Alice knew I could. She patiently worked until herfist was in my ass as well as in my pussy. I was beyond thought. Alice pulled out one fist, shoved it in, pulled out the other, and shoved it in. She worked up a rhythm moving faster and faster. I couldn’t believe how incredible I felt. Like I wasn’t even myself. I was someone else, watching everything. Then I felt the orgasm building. I knew I would be in for the ride of my life. The waves began to roll over me. Alice kept up the rhythm and everything went black. I woke up in the employee lounge on the couch. My clothes were neatly arranged. Alice came in and smiled. “I hope you’ll be late again. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.” I will be!