0 comments/ 33027 views/ 0 favorites Office Encounter By: sensual_symbiosis I walk through the office with the confidence born of purpose--high heels clacking on the tiled floor, short skirt brushing against my thighs. I walk into your office and close the door behind me and flip the lock. You look up from your desk, with a shocked expression on your face that says, "What the hell are you doing?" as eloquently as words. Before you can formulate your protest at this invasion, I approach your desk chair, spin you sideways and drop to my knees before you. "Michelle, what on earth," you splutter, as I reach for your zipper and begin undoing your pants. In spite of your shock, your cock is hard and as I tug at your clothing, it springs out inches from my face. Any objections you have are stilled as my lips descend, taking the head of your cock into my mouth. I run my tongue around it and you gasp. I have wanted to do this to you for so long. I run my warm, wet tongue up and down your shaft over and over and you grab the arms of your chair hard enough to make your knuckles white. I linger a moment to tongue that sensitive spot at the juncture where your cock joins your balls and then gently take your balls into my mouth and roll them on my tongue, enjoying the full, tight, fuzzy feel of them. At this you moan and your hands move to my cheeks. I shift to take your cock into my mouth in one swoop. Your hips buck involuntarily as your cock hits the back of my throat. I move my head up and down, my lips stroking your cock, my tongue rubbing it in long slow wet strokes. "Oh God, Michelle" you moan. I reach my hands under you, cupping your ass and pulling you close, diving my throat deeply onto your member. I feel it swell and then the sweet/salty warm gush of your load is flowing down my throat. Your moans grow softer as I continue sucking you gently until I am sure I have savored every last drop of you. You lean back in your chair and look down at me amazement and satisfaction glazing over your eyes. I stand up and smile, "Oh I’m not through with you just yet; now it's my turn!" I shove the report you were reading to the side, clearing a space on your desk. I sit facing you, and spread my legs, placing my feet on the arms of the chair in which you sit. I lean forward and cup the back of your head, pulling you forward firmly until your face is between my thighs. I lean back slightly, parting my legs so that you can see my shaven pussy lips glistening with the evidence of my arousal. You place your hands on my inner thighs and move forward, tongue extended. The tip touches me, parting my lips and I gasp softly. You move your hands to my hips and pull me slightly forward on the desk until my ass is on the edge to allow you greater access and leverage. I sit up a little and grab the back of your head as your tongue begins long slow sweeps the length of my pussy, tasting and spreading my wetness. I arch my back, pumping my clit against the tip of your nose while your tongue delves deeply into my aching hole. Pulling your head in as close as possible, I grind my clit into you, bringing on a shuddering, gushing orgasm that leaves us both gasping for air. I look down and notice you are hard again. I stand up and turn around, offering you my pussy and ass for your pleasure. I bend over the desk and you rise up out of the seat. I feel your hands on my hips and then you enter me with one hard thrust that pushes me into the desk, crushing my breasts against it. Holding my hips, you pump rhythmically into me--your balls slapping my ass, my body being slammed into the desk. Still sensitive from the tongue lashing of a few minutes before, I quickly feel the waves of pleasure building in my clit and radiating throughout my pussy. I moan and my body stiffens as the orgasm ripples through me. I feel you pull your cock out, and before I can ask why, I feel the head of it rubbing against my ass, relaxing it. You gently push the head into me. As you begin to enter, there is mild pain, but you are slow and easy and it quickly passes. Once your cock head has entered, the rest follows easily, and you start pumping in short slow strokes. As I become accustomed to the feel of you in my most forbidden hole, you start pumping faster, allowing more of your length to enter me. Your right hand reaches around me and dips to my clit, rubbing in soft circles. I begin pushing my ass back against you, urging you to fuck me harder, faster. Your hand rubs in rhythm to your pumping and I can feel your breath getting ragged as the tightness of my ass heightens your pleasure. You put your hands on my hips again, and I begin touching myself. I move my finger on my clit rubbing it firmly trying to time my orgasm to match yours. When I feel your cock swell within me, I allow my release to come and my ass clenches around your cock like a fist, squeezing your orgasm out of you. Your breath comes harshly and your noises are primitive and animal as your hot load fills my ass. You collapse across my back, pinning me to the desk for a moment and them pull out slowly. I turn around, and we smile at each other as we arrange our clothing and clean up. Then I walk out of your office the same way I walked in, without a word. Office Encounter My name is Anna, I'm a freelance writer always hunting for a good story preferably finding those in my own life, which is due to my desire and attraction to men. I don't make my choice on look or style, on wealth or success, the only thing that counts to me is the ability to give me an exceptional moment of pleasure, something different, something outstanding, something that I will always remember and that will worth to be written down. One of these men is Dave. He is a software analyst, working in one of those huge office complexes in the heart of the city. We had been knowing each other for more than a year but only met occasionally. Some months had passed since our last meeting when I thought it might be an idea to check out how he's working. So I was standing in the middle of the office, smiling at the secretary, telling her that I wanted to see her boss. She was asking me if I had an appointment which I denied. At that time he suddenly entered the room, looking at me in complete surprise. Sure he was never ever expecting me to be here at all. He just waved at me telling me to come to his office. I walked on over and closed the door behind me, locking it. He was standing there at the window, staring at me, not saying a word, me still at the door, waiting. Then, at a sudden, he crossed the room quickly, grabbing for my arm and my hips, pulling me closely, kissing my mouth hardly, his tongue forcing between my lips pushing inside deeply, pressing me to the wall with his body. One of his hands wandering from my hips to my ass, the other hand being in my neck making it impossible to move my head away. I started forgetting about everything, only feeling the need for letting go and just living for this moment. I began returning his kiss, sucking on his lips, softly first, tasting it with the tip of my tongue, then harder, searching for his tongue to play with one another. I was pressing my body close to his, moving my hips on him, feeling his dick growing hard against me, my hands moving under his shirt to feel for his skin, scratching his back, slowly running my nails over it from his shoulders down to his ass, up and down. Then he was ripping off my shirt, uncovering my tits, running his hands over it, pinching my nipples to make me shiver in anticipation. My hand went down to feel for his dick, moving over it through his pants to feel how it was all big and hard already. Then he suddenly pushed me through the room to the table, making me sit on it, lifting my skirt to reveal that I was not wearing anything beneath it, showing my pussy wet of all the juices that were already running down my legs. He opened his pants quickly, taking his dick in his hand, showing me that it was all up and grown big, pushing it inside me as hard as he could, making me scream as I felt it going inside deep, stretching my pussy wide. He started fucking me like crazy, pushing in and out hardly, me raising my hips up to make him come in as deep as possible. At a sudden he was pulling back out of me, catching me from the table to turn me around. So I was standing there, my arms on the table, my legs spread wide, feeling his hands on my pussy covering his fingers with my juices, spreading the wetness from my pussy between my legs to my ass, then again pushing his dick inside my pussy from behind but now fucking very slowly back and forth, deep inside and almost completely out again, going on and on, his hands grabbing for my tits to hold it and squeeze it with every move. Then he pulled out again, now only moving his dicks between my legs, rubbing it on my pussy, making it completely wet, touching my ass with the tip of it, going between the cheeks and moving from my ass to my pussy back and forth slowly but without interrupting, spreading the wetness everywhere between my ass and pussy. Then suddenly he held back, holding his dick close to my ass only touching it lightly, then in one move thrusting his dick inside my ass hardly, just for staying deep inside, his balls touching the cheeks of my ass, not moving, but his hands wandering to my pussy, beginning to massage my clit with his fingers, making me move my body on his finger to receive more of its pleasure. Then he began moving his dick slowly first , his fingers pushing inside my pussy at the same time, then going harder, his fingers still moving in and out of my pussy rubbing my clit faster. I was moving my hips, pushing back and forth hardly, pressing his hand to my pussy, making it move harder and faster on me, having his fingers fucking me deeply and his palm rotating over my clit, my other hand going over my tits, squeezing them and up to my mouth, fucking it with my fingers, sucking on them, starting to scream out loudly as I was cumming hard on him, slipping down on the floor, making him letting go of me. He was leaning to the table, his dick still in its full erection covered with my wetness. I was crawling forward to him, kneeling in front of him, taking his dick in my hand and slowly starting to suck on its tip, then moving my tongue all over it to lick all my juices from him, then taking it all in my mouth, sucking it hardly with my lips covering it, my tongue moving on it quickly, my hand between his legs caressing his balls, finally letting go to lick down his dick towards his balls, licking over them and between his legs to his ass, pushing my tongue between it, back and forth from his ass to his balls going faster and faster thrusting my tongue as deep between his cheeks as possible. Then again licking up to his dick, over it and up to his stomach, pressing my tits to his dick, taking it with my hand to move it over my nipples, striking it with my hand while pressing it between my tits, then moving my hands to his ass holding it tightly and my mouth down on his dick again taking it all in, pushing it deep inside, sucking harder and faster, feeling his dick growing still harder, hearing him breathing hardly, and then feeling him shooting in my mouth, tasting and drinking all of his cum, not letting go of his dick as he kept filling my mouth, making it run down from my lips to my body. Finally both collapsing on the floor feeling absolutely free and relieved. Office Encounter Craig liked to work late at the office. Left in peace he got more done, and when business was over he had time to himself. Time he put to good use. A superfast Internet connection let him browse his favorite porn sites without the endless delays and dropped connections he suffered at home on his ancient PC. He knew the company had strict policy on viewing inappropriate material, but he knew more about the computer system than anybody in the office and was well able to cover his tracks. It was not that any of the sites he visited were particularly offensive or that he had much to hide, still he had to keep his after hours activity under wraps. He knew no-one would understand his peculiar taste. Craig Alexander Brunswick, unmarried 24-year-old graduate of business and economics, temporary acting second assistant to the senior supervising partner for corporate affairs in LMX Industries (Southwest division), was a dedicated panty enthusiast. He simply loved panties and all things that could be done with them, always had and always would. His so far limited experience with girlfriends had only confirmed his attraction. He had probably started his obsessive interest by daydreaming about the demure models posing in lingerie in his mother's shopping catalogs. Such wonderful concoctions of excitingly shiny or lacy fabric over smooth shapely forms, all delicate trimmings, exotic fastenings, contrast of colors, the women always so perfect. That real women could wear such things under their clothes had fascinated him as a young boy, and when he became old enough to masturbate he did, frequently and enthusiastically, thinking of those women, looking at their pictures, and coming joyously, most often with the aid of his own mother's underclothes to give solid dimension to his blissful fantasies. However it started, his panty fancy took flight with the growth of the Internet. It seemed to serve up an inexhaustible supply of panty porn in one form or another, too much to fulfill a lifetime of looking, and he hadn't to look very hard to find what he liked. His preferred imagery would in fact seem rather tame if it came to an inquest. No hardcore stuff, nothing distasteful and certainly nothing illegal. Not much that was offensive, or particularly unusual for those of a broad mind. When he thought about it, there was nothing really that involved actual sex, or much nudity. He preferred photographs of partially clothed women engaged in simple, seemingly innocent poses, not far removed from the catalog pictures of early yearnings. Any age, any type, pretty or plain; anything would go if panties were on show. Dressed, undressed, or undressing, alone or not alone; all he asked was that intoxicating display of feminine undergarments in their seemingly infinite variety. Yes, harmless enough, it might even be thought quaint, but for better or worse that was his taste, and he would readily concede it was so peculiar to most that he preferred to keep it his secret. A guilty pleasure, but pleasure it was. He stared now at a somewhat mature woman with short blonde hair and black underwear, smiling seductively as she lay on a bed, breasts cupped by her arm, transparent negligee slid off one shoulder, her relaxed hand fondling inside her panties. He could easily imagine burying his head in those fulsome breasts, breathing in her fragrance, his own hands running under those smooth silky panties. His cock bulged in his pants, his loins ached. He had time to himself before the cleaners arrived, and the urge was irresistible. He unzipped, and grasped his erection, eyes fixed on that sultry smiling face and those pretty black panties as he rubbed his cock firmly up and down in slow steady strokes. Voices and footsteps sounded out in the corridor. Quickly he tucked his erection into his shorts, and fastened his pants. He reached for some papers to look busy. There was no need; a door slammed down the hall and he heard raised muffled voices. After waiting a long moment for his cock to subside, he cautiously went out to look. His boss had returned to the office with his young female assistant, a stuck up bitch if ever there was one. Model looks and she knew it. They had left an hour earlier, now they seemed to be having some kind of argument. Their voices carried along the corridor, but then quieted down. He crept nearer and peeped through the partly open blinds to his boss's office. Holy fuck. His boss had his assistant bent over his desk, her panties and hose down around one leg, shoes off and skirt bunched up over her waist. Pants around his ankles, the boss held her roughly by the shoulders and pounded her from behind. "You like that, bitch?" Evidently she did. Her hands groped behind to pull him to her as she bucked wildly, long blonde hair tossed back as she gasped and spurred him on. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me." Unseen in the corridor, Craig slipped a hand inside his pants and caressed his cock, enjoying the show. He hardly dared breathe as he pressed his nose as close to the glass as he dared. They about had their backs to him, so he wouldn't be seen the other side of the blinds, even if they were not so absorbed, but still he made sure to keep silent. The assistant's moans grew louder, his boss grunting on each thrust, her hair bunched in his fist as he pulled her head back, pressing down on her body as they rocked and swayed, humping faster and faster. They were like wild animals, and didn't seem to care whether anybody was left in the office, their lust obviously too hot to wait. They were ready for it too; in no time his boss came, barging the assistant hard into the desk, groaning as he bent over her still writhing body then collapsing on top, clearly spent. After the brief moment that they lay gasping he grunted, and tore away, pulling up his pants, snatching from her limp foot as he did so the panties, which he twirled from a finger as he slumped to the chair behind his desk. Craig barely had time to get started, but continued to stroke his erection as he drank in the sight of the assistant's long legs and creamy bare buttocks. She lay over the desk, head down for a while, then brushed hair from her face, pulled the hose from her leg and reached for her shoes. She smoothed down her skirt and stood looking at Craig's boss, now smirking behind his desk. "Well?" she asked, coldly. "Well, what?" "My panties." "Yours?" he laughed. "I paid for them." "You bastard." She turned on her heel and stormed out, stuffing her hose in her bag and tugging on shoes. Craig hastily zipped up, and flattened himself behind the water cooler, but she was too angry to notice him hiding there and went the other way, slamming the main doors as she left. In the sudden quiet Craig dare not creep back to his own office, and peeped between the blinds again. His boss sat behind his desk, holding the panties up in his hands. He brought them close for a moment and seemed ready to kiss or caress them. Craig's heart skipped - was it possible his boss shared his own tastes? Yet he just laughed, and dropped the panties into a wastebasket. He rose abruptly, grabbed his jacket and left the same way as his erstwhile lover. Craig heard the bang of the outside office door, and stood in the silence, feeling his heart beating from the unexpected excitement of the last few minutes. He now had the whole office to himself. His interest piqued, he entered his boss's office and stooped to the wastebasket by the desk. On top lay treasure. He pulled out the panties and thrilled at the sight: ivory silk, delicately trimmed in pure lace, with a small pretty bow at the front. Very expensive, very sexy. The crotch was damp. Spellbound, Craig brought the panties to his face. His still semi-erect penis surged into life as the sweet smell of pussy filled his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, and rubbed the panties over his face, feeling the cool silk that moments before had caressed the assistant's smooth skin, had pressed against her trim bush, stretched taut over her ass, pulled tight against her juicy cunt. He touched the tip of his tongue to the crotch, savoring the taste. Quickly he undid his pants, and his erection burst free as he slid his shorts down. He closed his eyes and stroked his cock, imagining the assistant bent over the desk right here beside him as she had been just moments ago. He held the panties up to his nose to breathe in her scent as he imagined that he was fucking her. Yes, fucking that stuck-up bitch, treating her to a good dose of what she deserved, filling her sweet precious pussy that she no doubt thought was too good for the likes of him. She could never imagine he would know what she kept so proudly hidden in her designer underwear, yet here now he had intimate connection with her most precious asset. With the panties pressed to his face he knew exactly how she smelt when she was ready for sex, and the smell made him ready too. He was ready to respond to that animal scent, and if she were here now he would show her how ready he was, his engorged penis throbbing in his fist, purple head bulging with power. He would give it to her, all right, hearing her beg for it the way she had begged the boss. Craig thrust his hips, jerking his cock, imagining what he would do to her, that bitch, that stuck up bitch, that hot fucking bitch. He would show her her place, yes he would, using her roughly in the way that his boss had, loving every moment, knowing that was what she wanted, what she needed. He needed it too. His eyes were shut tight as the blood pounded in his head, his senses flooded with the scent of her panties, hand stroking faster and faster. God, oh, God, oh God... he moaned and sniffed greedily, her juices flooding his senses. "Madre de Dios!" He gasped and froze, cock in hand, pants around his ankles and the delicate panties draped over his face. He came back to reality and stared dizzily. In the doorway stood a young Latina holding a plastic pail. Craig snatched the panties away as she stood open-mouthed, and tried to step forward but stumbled, and made a useless attempt to cover himself. She gave a little scream and dropped the pail, clattering to the floor as she fled. He groped to pull up his pants, and heard hysterical chatter in Spanish from further down the corridor as he blundered after her in an effort to explain. He reached his office, tucking in his shirt and breathing hard. The cleaning woman stood with two others, one much older, the other much fatter, both of whom she cowered behind as he burst in. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you! I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry you were afraid. I'm sorry." The fat girl held a vacuum nozzle brandished like a weapon in his direction. "Really, I didn't mean to give you a shock like that, it's all right, I work here. This is my desk, see here, my photo ID. I was just--I was just--" "We know what you were doing, senor." The older one fixed him with a stern gaze, and whispered something in Spanish that caused the fat one to burst into laughter. Even the young girl allowed herself a smile. Craig felt himself redden. "You like to see senoritas in their little panties, no?" Oh, God. He had left the browser window open on his computer screen, with the mature woman and her black underwear. The three of them stood behind his desk looking at it with some amusement. "Mmm, she has pretty panties. You like pretty panties, no?" He was rooted with fear, shame, embarrassment. "You think hers are so pretty as mine?" That shocked him. He felt as if he were in a dream, or a nightmare. His head throbbed, he felt sick and dizzy, and unaccountably weak. As he tried to comprehend her words the woman raised up her coverall, showing her legs to the top of her thighs. She seemed to be naked under it, until she suddenly exposed her underwear. A pair of voluminous white panties. He reeled at the shock of it, unable to speak, an unbearable heat rising in him. The two younger girls shrieked with laughter. The woman stepped forward slowly, hem of her coverall held up to her waist, rolling her hips provocatively to squeals of delight from the others. "You like only to look or you like sometimes to touch?" The woman advanced, and he swallowed hard, unable to move. The younger one said something under her breath and they all laughed again. "You like to touch your little pee-pee, no? Ah, but what do you have there, little one?" The woman saw the panties hanging from his pocket and roughly snatched them out. He now felt completely paralyzed. "Yours?" She looked coyly at him and strung them out between her fingers, bringing them to her nose, theatrically. The girls collapsed in peals of laughter. "Mmm, such strange perfume. No, no, I think these are not yours at all." His head was giddy, his body felt weak. "No, they--they... I found them," he stammered, lamely. "I found them, and--" "You found them, and they make you feel sexy. You find they turn you on." She spoke huskily, no longer acting. "They make your little pee-pee grow hard." The fat girl made a comment in Spanish and the older woman raised an eyebrow, glancing to his crotch. "Yes, you are hard there. Let us see. Oh, you are shy, but you must let us see what you keep here in your pants. Sisters, come here and help the shy senor take off his pants and show us." This couldn't be happening. He should say something, they had no right to do this. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he uttered a sound, the woman brought the panties to his face and roughly stuffed them in his mouth. Shocked, he reeled backwards and bumped into a chair as the woman grasped his pants at the front and pulled down the zip. Her experienced hand reached in and grabbed hold of his cock. "I don't think your boss knows what you do here on your own, does he, senor. Maybe we should tell him about this picture on your computer. Maybe we should show him these panties you found. Perhaps he knows to who they belong. Would you like us to tell?" The blood drained from Craig's face. He shook his head dumbly. The woman held a firm grip on his penis. Her other hand undid the top button on his pants. The fat girl came around behind him and slid the pants down, tugging his shorts to his knees as she did so. He tried to protest but made only muffled sounds as the older woman pressed her fingers to his lips, the silk panties folded inside. She massaged his cock roughly. He groaned. "Hush, little one, you make so much noise." He doubled in spasm as she dug a fingernail into his cock, then grabbed his balls tight with her other hand. The blood pounded in his head, he was unable to resist, completely at her mercy, under their control. The fat girl knelt at his feet, yanking off his shoes and tugging his pants from his ankles. The younger one joined the humiliation, loosening his tie before nimbly unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it over his shoulders. His arms felt like lead as she pulled the sleeves down, for a moment imprisoning his arms behind his back. The older woman ran her hand appreciatively over his near hairless chest, and traced the muscles down to his stomach as she dug her nails in. He grunted involuntarily as she gave a hard pull on his stiff cock, making him stumble just as the fat girl lifted one leg from his trousers. He fell forward, cock slipping from the woman's hand, and he fell hard, rolling onto the carpet. He struggled for a moment, his shirt tangled behind his back, pants rolled over his feet. As the fat girl tugged again at his pants, the three women doubled with laughter. He felt sudden anger at the unjust humiliation. He tried to sit up, wrestling his arms about and panting through the silken gag. Swiftly, the fat girl pushed him back and sat heavily on his chest, winding him. He still had the panties in his mouth and panicked a little, his breath in short tight snorts through his nose. The young girl quickly leaned down and pulled out the panties. He looked in her eyes and gasped, "Thank you." She smiled shyly. The older woman looked down. "There is something you can do more than say thank you." She reached under her blue nylon coverall and pulled down her panties. White, plain nylon, more than a little dirty he noticed with fascination despite his distressed state. She leaned over him and brought the panties to his face. "Mine are not so pretty, but perhaps they attract you in a different way," she said huskily as she slipped them over his mouth and nose. He had no power to resist as the panties were pulled tight like a mask, the woman's hands stroking his head through the nylon, pulling the waistband up under his throat, the dirty cotton crotch panel tight across his nose. The smell was incredible: deep, musky, spicy. This was not the delicate scent of sexual excitement like the last pair of panties, daintily tainted on intimate contact, but the rich earthy smell of a working woman, permeating the very fabric. These were the daily secretions of sweat and urine, without notion of modesty. The pungent aroma overwhelmed him as the woman slid the panties up and down across his nose, rubbing the filthy crotch hard against his open nostrils. He breathed in again and again, gasping at the power of it. "There, little one, smell what a real woman is like. You do not get such as this from a picture. Now, see where this smell comes from, and know what a real woman can be." The woman removed the panties from his face, then pushed the fat girl back a little. He watched with alarm as she lifted her coverall and stepped over to straddle his shoulders, lowering herself onto his face. Suddenly he was engulfed in her thick fleshy thighs. Her dark hairy mound pressed against his nose and mouth, his nostrils filled with the musky scent direct from her cunt as her wet lips squelched over his mouth. The woman gripped his hair at the temples, forcing him up to meet her as she thrust against him. She was so wet, her thick slippery juices running down his chin, which he licked as he fought for air between urgent thrusts. "Use your tongue here, little puppy," she ordered, and the other girls giggled and squealed encouragement. The fat one had turned about to face his cock, rigid beyond all control. As he tentatively probed with his tongue at the fleshy cunt over his face in response to the command, he felt a hand seize his cock and pull back the skin till it ached. Then the grip was released, and replaced by a gentler hand. A warm wet mouth slid over the head, shocking him with the unexpected sensation. He wondered for a moment how the fat girl had bent down, then realized it must be the young girl, now eager to join the action. He heard the fat girl murmuring encouragement, digging her nails into his stomach and whispering urgent words in Spanish that he could not understand. The older woman muttered in Spanish too, seemingly lost in her own world as she rocked back and forth on his face, guiding him firmly to the spot where she wanted attention from his now eager tongue. He probed deep inside, juices streaming out. He had never tasted anything quite like this; greasy and musky, syrupy thick, utterly intoxicating. He lapped furiously, giving himself over to the situation about which he could do nothing but obey animal instincts. With wild abandon he felt waves of pleasure build in his body, his breathing constricted by the weight of the fat girl on his chest, and the woman jiggling frantically across his face, forcing his breathing in gasps. His hips rolled to meet the mouth sliding smoothly up and down his erect shaft, his arms still pinned uncomfortably under his body and feet wrapped in rolled pants. Unable to move of his own volition, his senses were completely given over to the demands of the three eager women cruelly using his body. Office Encounter All at once the woman on his shoulders shuddered and cried out. Fingers clenched at his hair as she trembled and gasped. She ground her hot swollen lips against him, rubbing her hardened clit up to his nose, her thighs tightened so that he could hear nothing beyond the blood racing in his ears. It was too much for him, he felt himself come and gave a quick jerk of his hips to alert the girl sucking his cock. He felt cold air as she withdrew, then his cock was wrapped in something soft and smooth. The silk panties she took from his mouth, he judged, and he came at the thought. Hot streams of semen pumped through his shaft, firing out directly into the material pulled tight over the head and wrapped around the shaft. The girls squealed in delight at the thick sticky mess bubbling through. He came in spurts over and over, groaning in delirium as he shot every drop. The woman rolled off his face and turned to see the result. "Hola! See how messy is el bebe." She lifted the panties from his now softening cock and dangled them from a finger. She clicked her tongue and knelt over him. "The baby must learn to clean up his own mess." His eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do. Still weak from the force of his orgasm, with arms numb behind his back, and the fat girl still weighing heavy on his chest, he could not move as the woman stuffed the panties back in his mouth. He tasted his own cum, thick and salty. The woman pushed the fat girl off him and reached to roll him over. His arms were still hopelessly tangled in his shirt, but then he felt her tug his elbows together. One of the other girls had found a roll of tape, that screeched as she wound it round and round his arms, elbow to wrist behind his back. Alarmed, he began to struggle, trying to spit out the gag. Deftly, the girl wound tape around his mouth, sealing the panties inside, and continued to wrap round his head and over his eyes. His face was nearly covered. At last his pants were pulled from his ankles, and he felt a sudden chill, naked as he was. His mind still reeled from the incredible assault, and he felt his humiliation could not be any worse. Yet then he heard the woman remark, "He looks like a baby, sisters, but is something not missing?" "Si," laughed the fat girl. "He should be wearing his diaper." To his horror, he now felt his ankles pulled up as something was slipped over. Not his pants, nor his shorts as he might have hoped, but the woman's own roomy panties, retrieved from the floor. The girls pulled them up to his thighs as he sat there helpless. Then he was rolled over again onto his knees, and the panties were pulled over his hips. The elastic snapped around his waist. A hand smoothed the material across his buttocks, and the girls seemed to murmur their approval. Despite himself he felt an erotic charge. Confined in its smooth nylon prison his penis began to stir once again. "He is naughty, this one!" exclaimed the woman. She slapped him hard on the ass, a sharp stinging pain. He groaned and panted through the mask and the gag, unable even to see let alone argue. "We must leave him alone like a little baby to think of how naughty he has been." With a final flourish, the girls wrapped the rest of the tape round and round his ankles and knees, and attached the loose end to the air conditioning unit on the wall beside his desk. Then they left him alone, bound and nearly naked on the floor. Craig lay helpless as he listened to the women go about their business along the corridor, chattering and laughing, the whine of their vacuum cleaner growing faint as they moved from office to office along the hall. At first he struggled to free himself, yet succeeded only in tightening the tape bonds wound painfully at his ankles and wrists - stretched taut they would never snap. He could barely move his hands, and found no sharp edge to begin to cut through. He rubbed hopefully against the air conditioner but it was no use. Exhausted, he slumped to the floor. He could not see, could not call out, could hardly even move. He seemed to drift in and out of consciousness, so that he could not say how long he had lain there, until he realized with alarm that all had gone quiet. He tried to raise himself up, but was held fast against the air conditioning unit. He tugged uselessly, and sagged back to the floor where he tried to collect his thoughts. Had they gone? Surely the women would not leave him there. Although he was next to naked the room was not cold, and indeed the air conditioner functioned to keep the temperature constant, but how could they know he might not suffer from some illness or infirmity that a night on the floor would only exacerbate? He felt a fury of indignation. What had he done to deserve such disrespect! As minutes passed to what seemed like hours - or could even have been - he began to resign himself to the fact that they had indeed deserted him, and anger turned to despair. It must surely be dark by now, though he couldn't see through the thick blindfold of tape. The sickening possibility hit that he might have to remain there on the floor of his office until morning. He lived alone, no-one would miss him, and the first person to find him would be the first into the office. He considered the unhappy possibilities. It might be Dan, the office junior, or Celia the personnel manager. It might even be Dorothy the mousey old maid as they called her. He fervently hoped it were not; the shock of seeing him like this might bring on a heart attack. Fuck it. He couldn't think much could be worse about his miserable situation. It had to be Dan, please let it be Dan, he was not much younger than Craig, and could surely understand something of how this came about. Together they could somehow laugh it off. He might convince Celia it was some kind of rough-house prank cooked up by friends. She would be suspicious but she didn't seem to like him much anyway, so her opinion could hardly be lower. Dorothy probably wouldn't understand what the heck was going on. Those three were usually the only ones there before Craig made it in to the office, though occasionally the boss was there early. Oh, God, not the boss. He would know instantly the whole situation when he found the silk panties still stuffed in Craig's mouth. That could never be laughed off or explained away. Craig struggled furiously to release the bonds, and shook his head from side to side, desperate at least to clear his tape blindfold or slip down the gag so he could spit out the panties. He really felt he could gag on them, still tangy from his own semen. It was no use, he just made the bonds more uncomfortable. He was soon reduced to tears of frustration, and fell exhausted once more. He lay there on the prickly carpet, feeling his heart pound. Why had they done this to him, those women, why, why? Damn it, he would have their jobs. But who was he kidding, a few pictures on the Internet were chickenfeed to this. Craig Alexander Brunswick would become legendary across the entire company as the man who got fired for being found tied up in the office wearing women's underwear. He might even make the evening news. He held his breath suddenly as he heard a noise outside. Thank God. That must be one of the cleaning woman come back to release him. If so they seemed in no hurry, he heard movement in one of the rooms down the corridor. Here was only the hum of his computer, the faint buzz of florescent light and the whisper of the air conditioner unit to which he was still firmly attached. Whoever it was, they did not seem about to come to his rescue, so it was not likely to be the cleaners after all. Should he try to call out? He wondered who it could be, moving about in the office down there. Perhaps it was morning already. His heart pounded, trying to think what to do. Who arrived first at the office, Dorothy, Celia, or Dan? Or perhaps someone else. He thought he knew the sound of the footsteps. Footsteps coming closer, stopping at his door. He was about to find out. THE END Office Encounter I walk into your office... and see you standing there, leaning against your desk, arms crossed in front of you, waiting for me. I close the door softly behind me, and walk to you. I stop when your arms unfold and your right hand reaches up to cup my left cheek. My eyes close and I sigh softly. Your thumb brushing my cheek, my head turning into your hand. Your thumb moves to brush against my lips, which are painted a deep red just for you. My lips part slightly. The tip of your thumb traces my full upper lip, back and forth, before finally sliding into my mouth. My teeth close down on your thumb, holding it there. My tongue dances on your thumb, teasing it. My mouth expertly working around your thumb while my mind races and imagines there's something else in my mouth. You know what I want, and you start to slide your thumb out of my mouth, teasing me as much as I'm teasing you. My eyes still closed, I'm imagining the look on your face as you watch your thumb slide out of my mouth - my lipstick smearing slightly, my lips full and wanting, my mouth warm and wet. You slide your thumb back into my mouth, and I let out a low, deep whimper. Your hand is cupping my jaw now, and I can feel a slight pressure as your hand is guiding my mouth down. Lower, lower. No words spoken, yet I somehow know what it is you want. Your hand goes lower, and I'm almost forced to lower myself to my knees in front of you. My skirt bunching up a little as I do. My eyes still closed, now kneeling before you. You continue to fuck my mouth with your right thumb, and I start to move my head in response. Bobbing my mouth on your thumb, desperately wishing it was another part of you. I can hear the zipper of your pants being opened, I can feel the heat radiating off of you, so close to my face. I feel you slide your thumb out of my mouth. I open my eyes and look up at you. I see that you've only opened up your pants enough to free your cock, and I can see that you've got a thick drop of pre-cum waiting for me on the tip. My mouth opens and my tongue slides out, quietly begging for a taste. With your hand wrapped around the base of your cock, you guide the swollen head to my upper lip, mixing your pre-cum with my lipstick, smearing it even more. Over the top lip, down to the bottom. Your breathing becoming heavier. The want in your eyes more clear. You run your free hand back through my hair. Still teasing my mouth with your sweet pre-cum. You lift your cock up and gently slap my waiting tongue with the head, leaving a thin trail of pre-cum between the head and my tongue. You let out a deep, animal groan before you finally slide the entire length of your cock into my mouth. My nose and chin pressed tight against your pants. You're fucking my mouth now. Long, deep strokes. Your hand moving my head. I'm on my knees, rocking. My hands slide down the front of me, lifting the front of my skirt up to play with myself. My thin panties are already soaked with my juices. I open my eyes to look at you, knowing we don't have all that much time, hoping you're going to let me taste you, my eyes begging for your sweet cum. My throat opens for you, and your cock slides in even deeper. Suddenly you withdraw your cock from my mouth, pull me to my feet by my wrist, and spin me quickly around so that I'm now facing your desk. You plant my hands on the desk. Your own hands run up my arms and down my sides, your fingers brushing over the full swells of my breasts. Down my hips, you pull up my skirt so that it's bunched around my waist now. I knew I was going to come and see you, and I dressed for you - white lace garter belt and stockings, matching white satin panties and 3" heels. I feel you roughly pull my panties to the side, and 2 of your fingers slide easily into my dripping pussy. You take a step closer to me when I squeal out, and your left hand comes up and covers my mouth so the people just outside the door won't hear us. I feel your fingers leave me after just a few strokes, but they're quickly replaced with the hot head of your cock. It feels like my pussy is on fire, I need your cock so bad now I can hardly take it. With your hand still on my mouth, your free hand guides the head of your cock to my pussy. My pussy clenches, knowing how stretched it's going to be once your cock is inside me. I feel you move closer behind me, pressing me against your desk. Suddenly, my cunt is filled with your cock, burning and stretched around you. You're grunting as you fuck me - hard, fast, needing, animalistic. My panties pulled obscenely to the side as you fuck me right there in your office. Your left hand still on my mouth, your right hand now under my shirt squeezing my heavy breast. Your fingers digging in. I can already feel your thick cock throbbing inside me, and I know you're going to reward me with your sweet cum. A few more strokes, and you suddenly fill my cunt completely, grunting as you do. I can feel your seed running out of me with your last few strokes. Still nothing said between us, you step back from me, redress yourself, and walk around your desk and sit down. I stand up, compose myself, and just as quietly leave your office, repairing my smeared lipstick as I do.