0 comments/ 40805 views/ 11 favorites Amanda is SO Wicked! By: hobrigef A collective sigh went around the place as Amanda arrived for work on Monday morning. Amanda Sinclair was nineteen years old and she was gorgeous, one of those girls who stopped men in their tracks, made them lose their train of thought. She was blessed in every department. At five foot six, she was slim but curved in all the right places. Spectacular legs, great tits and an arse to die for. Perfect skin of course, smooth and lightly tanned. Cascading brown hair, rich and wavy, framing a face that possessed true beauty. Liquid brown eyes, generous mouth, lips that were full and pouting but not to the point of cliché. A face that was truly lovely and managed to mix innocence with sexiness in exactly the proportion that's pretty much guaranteed to drive men crazy. Second week of her new job and Amanda was settling in nicely. "Morning boys," she said, flashing a smile as she sashayed across the room to her desk. Several pairs of longing male eyes followed her every move. She knew the guys were ogling but it wasn't a problem as far as she was concerned. Being the object of male desire was something Amanda was used to. Any case, she enjoyed the attention. Rather fun, in fact, to be a hot looking girl in an office full of men! She was wearing a low cut top and a form fitting skirt, cut a couple of inches above the knee. Nothing you would call slutty, or inappropriate for the office, but the top was nevertheless quite revealing, especially as she was braless, and the skirt ... well, Amanda knew that John and Colin, who had desks with a good view of hers, were already picturing what was going to happen when she sat down and crossed her legs, how the skirt would slide teasingly up her thighs as she shifted around and got comfortable. The very same thing had happened on her commute this morning. So funny, every guy in the carriage craning to get a better view! Amanda enjoyed it when men stared at her legs on the train. She liked the thought of them wistfully comparing her to their plain looking wives, imagined them fantasising about her, longing to be able to do more than just look, while she sat there tantalising them in her sexy little skirt. "Fuck Amanda, you look hot this morning," leered Greg Malone, as she passed by his desk. "Why, thank you Greg," she smiled, enjoying the way he was looking at her. Kind of like a dog staring at a juicy bone. Greg was about her age and he wasn't bad looking, in truth, and so she didn't mind flirting with him a little. Looking around, she could see that her entrance already had Colin Chowdry fiddling surreptitiously with his trousers. Such a loser, thought Amanda. No wonder he was the butt of so many jokes around the office. Colin Chowdry was considerably older than the other guys in their small company, a couple of years older, even, than the boss, Mr Lucas. He was also short, overweight and totally lacking in confidence. Colin was, in theory, the office supervisor, the number two to Lucas, but he had virtually no real authority and Amanda had noticed how Greg and the others either ignored or made fun of him. Amanda sat down and made as if to cross her legs but then, teasingly, she didn't. Knowing exactly what she was doing, she decided to sit quite demurely for a while. Fun to toy with guys like this. Play with their minds. All the guys were in before her, Colin and Greg, John Mason, Pete Cole, Barry Anderson, but Lucas's office over in the corner was empty. "Where's the boss?" she enquired. "Day off," said Barry. "Yeah just us today, babe," grinned Greg. "Guess Colin is in charge, then," she said, smiling. "Mmmm guess so. Gonna be working double hard with Chowders in charge, aren't we chaps?" Greg's voice dripped with sarcasm. Outbreak of sniggering from the others. "Oh absolutely," agreed John Mason and Amanda giggled. Colin didn't say anything, just looked down and tapped away at his computer. For an hour or so, things were fairly normal. Amanda continued sitting demurely at her desk, deliciously aware of being ogled by five guys. In the office, like everywhere else, different guys looked at her in different ways. Some of the bolder types, like Greg, ogled quite blatantly. With others, the ones that were more polite, or else were the shy, timid sort, it was more furtive. Admiring, lustful glances when they thought she wasn't looking. Like Colin Chowdry now, for example. God, what a jerk the guy was. Amanda, recognising the perfect victim, made a point of looking straight at Colin as she swivelled her seat towards him and then slowly, sexily, crossed her legs. She smirked to make it clear that she knew he'd been ogling and he looked away, blushing furiously. Amanda smiled to herself. She particularly enjoyed teasing loser guys like Colin Chowdry. Reminded her of school. It was back in school, three or four years ago, that Amanda started to notice the effect she had on the male of the species. At first she found it slightly awkward but, before long, she relaxed and began to relish being the sexiest girl around. She loved how the boys looked at her. The male teachers too. The yearning etched across their faces when she was in their presence. So obvious how they all desired her. She became a tease, took to wearing outfits that flaunted her luscious body. Tight, low slung jeans with skimpy, cropped tee-shirts. Short skirts that showed off her legs. Silky blouses with enough buttons undone to reveal tantalising glimpses of her breasts. She drove the boys insane and loved every minute of it. And the way boys behaved around her, she liked that too. Hanging around like lapdogs, fawning over her, competing in ever more desperate ways for her attention. Amanda found it a little pathetic but she also found it exciting. Such fun to mess with their heads, egg them on a little, coolly observe as they made complete fools of themselves. Amanda did some traditional dating stuff with a few of the cuter looking buys, just to try it out, and because she enjoyed making the other girls, especially the ugly ones, jealous but she soon realised that what really turned her on was the POWER of being a gorgeous looking girl. Realising she could get away with just about anything, Amanda became cruel and capricious. Her heart stopping beauty meant that she could, if she so wished, bring great pleasure to others but it also granted her the power to tease and torment and it was this, she found, that really interested her. During her final year in school, she developed strongly in that direction. She led boys on shamelessly, got a kick out of torturing them. When she dated now, it was purely because, sometimes, going out with a boy made teasing him even more fun. Amanda would spend the date manipulating the hapless boy, alternately inflaming and denying his passion. Get him all worked up then leave him, at the end of the night, horny and frustrated. One of her favourite things was to drive some poor boy so wild with lust that he would literally end up begging to make out with her. He'd plead like some tearful puppy dog and Amanda would just giggle, let him grovel for a while, and then send him home. One thing she particularly liked doing, back then, was picking on the more nerdy guys. They were so helpless, some of them, and it was fun to humiliate them. Chubby little loser guys like Colin Chowdry who, to Amanda's amusement, was again casting sneaky, longing looks in her direction. It was obvious he was trying very hard not to stare at her legs but couldn't help himself. With the boss being away, Amanda decided today was an excellent opportunity to have a little fun with Colin Chowdry, to really tease the poor guy. "You okay there, Col?" "Um, yes Amanda," he mumbled, blushing and uncomfortable. "Not ogling my legs, are you?" grinning wickedly. Colin looked down, too embarrassed to answer, as jeers rang out from Greg and the others. Amanda smiled and considered her next move. She was in control of this situation and was experiencing a thrill of power. She knew that it was mean of her, making fun of Colin like this, especially in front of the whole office, but there was something quite pathetic about him, something helpless, which made Amanda want to see just how far she could go. "Colin, come here," she ordered, waggling a finger at him, "C'mon, Chubs, I wanna talk to you." Sniggering from the others at hearing Amanda use one of the many unflattering nicknames they had for Colin. Colin clearly didn't want to leave his seat but felt he had no choice. He got up and shuffled over to Amanda. Once he got there, Amanda ignored him for a while, kept him standing at her desk while she dealt with a couple of emails. With where he was standing, she knew he'd be getting a good view down her top and that he'd be struggling not to stare at her tits. After about five minutes she looked up and, sure enough, poor Colin was caught in the act. "What are you staring at, Colin?" she demanded, looking at him and trying not to laugh. "Um, nnnothing Amanda." Amanda was pleased to see that, despite his obvious discomfort, and despite the sniggering from the other guys, Colin had a bulge in his pants. It was known that Colin Chowdry had no success whatsoever with women. He was nearly forty but still lived with his parents, probably hadn't had a shag in years, if ever, and such a close up view of the gorgeous Amanda Sinclair, sitting there in her tight skirt and skimpy top, legs and cleavage teasingly on display, was having a major league effect on the poor guy. Amanda, really enjoying herself now, glanced down to check how much of her breasts were on view to someone standing where Colin was standing. She didn't need to do that, of course, because she knew exactly how revealing her top was but the sarcastic pantomime served to increase Colin's embarrassment and it added to the general hilarity in the room. Greg and the others were falling about laughing. Amanda looked up and stared at Colin. Her gaze was cool and amused. "Strange, because I could have sworn you were drooling at my tits." Amanda glanced over at Greg Malone and winked at him. Big bad Greg was a nasty bully and Amanda had noticed how he loved to persecute the unfortunate Colin. "What do you think, Greg? Was Mr Chubby Chops here staring down my top?" "Too fucking right he was," said Greg, grinning, "Guy's a fucking pervert as well as being a lard arse." "Aw, c'mon Greg," she giggled, "that's really mean. He's just a bit on the chubby side, that's all. And he's not a pervert, it's just that he fancies me like crazy. That's what I think anyway." "Yeah, I bet he does," chuckled Greg. "I know, let's ask him, shall we? ... so, Colin, which is it? ... are you a pervert, or do you really really fancy me?" Colin stood silent, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him. "C'mon Chubby Cheeks, we'd really like to know," said Amanda, forcing poor Colin to answer. "I fffancy you, Amanda," he managed to stammer, to the massive amusement of everyone. "You see, Greg. Told you, didn't I? Colin likes looking at me because he thinks I'm absolutely gorgeous. That's right isn't it, Colin?" "Yes, Amanda," mumbled the horribly embarrassed Colin. "Yes what, Colin?" giggled Amanda. She had poor Colin on the spit now and was slowly roasting him. "I like looking at you, Amanda" "And why's that?" "Because you're gggorgeous" "Aw thank you Colin, so sweet!" giggled Amanda. "What a fucking dork!" shouted Greg, to hoots of laughter. He and the other three guys were thoroughly enjoying watching Amanda humiliate the unfortunate Colin. "And sexy?" she pouted, "Do you think I'm sexy, Colin?" "Oh yes, Amanda" blurted Colin. He knew Amanda was mocking him but he did think she was the sexiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on. He fantasised about her, day and night. "Well that's nice of you to say, Colin. I'm glad you think I'm sexy. What about my outfit today, do you like it?" Colin nodded. His face had gone beetroot red and he was starting to sweat. Amanda, cool and amused, was smiling at him and he could hear the others jeering. "Which do you like best, my skirt or my top?" asked Amanda, and the room erupted in laughter. Poor Colin, too embarrassed to speak, nodded again. "Has the cat got your tongue or something? Come on Colin, I need to know ... my skirt or my top? ... which is more sexy in your opinion?" "I dddunno ... your sssskirt, I suppose," stammered Colin, feeling more and more humiliated as this went on. "Oh, so you don't like my top then?" "I ddddo, Amanda," stuttered Colin, miserably. "Because I know most guys would like me in this top. Greg, you like my top, don't you?" "Love your top, Amanda," grinned Greg. "You see, Colin?" said Amanda, looking quite sternly at Colin. "Yyyyes, Amanda." "Yes what? ... yes, you just love how sexy I look in this top?" Colin nodded, acutely ashamed and embarrassed. His face was burning and he could feel the sweat trickling down his neck and inside his shirt. He was desperate for Amanda to stop making fun of him. "Looks like Fatboy likes Amanda's top, then" said John Mason, sardonically. His timing was good and everyone, including Amanda, fell about laughing. Everyone but Colin that is. Colin was not laughing, he was making a kind of whimpering noise. Amanda went quiet and just stared at Colin for a while, relishing the situation, revelling in her power. He was completely helpless and it was just a matter of deciding the most amusing way to carry on tormenting him. "Listen Colin, from now on if you want to ogle me, just ask me first okay?" "Okkkay Amanda." "Like if I'm wearing a short skirt, for example, just say ... "Amanda, please can I admire your sexy legs for a few minutes?" ... and, you never know, if I'm in the mood I may just let you. You understand?" "Umm, okay," mumbled Colin. "I might wear fishnets tomorrow, by the way ... would you like that? ... would you like to see how my legs look in fishnets?" Colin nodded. "Mmmm, a nice pencil skirt and fishnets ... I bet you can picture that right now, can't you?" He nodded again. "You don't have to be shy about it, Colin. I like men looking at me. Just so long as it's only looking, of course. And you're only ever going to be ... err ... looking, aren't you Chubs?" she chuckled. "Yyyes, Amanda," stammered the hapless Colin. "That's all he ever does," said Greg. More laughter from everyone in the room. "Aw, don't you have a girlfriend then, Col?" asked Amanda, taunting him. "Nnnno." "Have you ever had a girlfriend?" "Nnnno, Amanda." "Oh, you poor sex starved man! You must be so ... I dunno ... frustrated I suppose is the word I'm looking for. Can you imagine that, Greg? Can you imagine how frustrated poor Colin must be?" "Yeah Amanda, bet he's fucking gagging for it the whole time!" grinned Greg. "Are you frustrated then, Col?" asked Amanda. Colin nodded but couldn't answer. "Aw, poor old Chubsy," giggled Amanda, "and here's me, who you really fancy but who you can't have, coming to work every day in short skirts and revealing little tops, looking all sexy and gorgeous ... almost like I'm deliberately torturing you, isn't it?" "Hey Amanda, I think he's ogling you but I didn't hear him ask," piped up Barry Anderson. "Yeah Amanda, he's taking liberties, the fat little bastard," agreed Greg. Amanda just looked up at Colin and quizzically raised an eyebrow. She had the poor guy dangling on a string. "Colin?" she said. "Err Amanda ... ppplease can I umm ... can I please ogle you?" Amanda had a fit of the giggles, then nodded and reclined back in her chair. She stretched her arms back so that her tits pushed against the flimsy material of her top, slowly crossed her legs and allowed her skirt to ride a little further up her thighs. She wriggled one of her feet out of her shoe and let the shoe dangle provocatively from her red painted toes. The whole teasing performance had the desired effect on poor Colin whose erection was now back and looking more obvious than ever from where Amanda was sitting. It was also pretty clear to Amanda that he wasn't very well endowed. "You don't think I enjoy tantalising you, do you Colin?" she grinned. "You don't think I'm a ... you know ... a bit of a tease, do you?" It was an impossible question and Colin mumbled something unintelligible as jeers and laughter rang around the room. "Because that's not a nice thing to say about a girl. Just 'cos I'm pretty and I like wearing short skirts and showing off my sexy legs to get men worked up and excited, that doesn't mean I'm a tease, does it?" "Nnnno, Amanda." "And you are excited, aren't you Colin?" she giggled, looking pointedly at the front of Colin's trousers and winking at Greg to make it obvious what was going on. "Hey Amanda, has he a got a boner?" jeered Greg. "Why don't you come and take a look?" said Amanda, grinning at Greg. "Come on," she giggled, "bring your chair over and let's play a little game." A couple of minutes later and poor Colin was stood there, facing both Amanda and Greg. The others stayed where they were, watching avidly. "So, Colin," giggled Amanda, "we were wondering if you've got a hard-on from all the drooling over me you've been doing this morning." Amanda could see that Colin did still have something of a hard-on ... as indeed, in rather bigger proportions, did Greg! "Ppplease Amanda," whined Colin, getting rather distressed now. It was bad enough being tormented by Amanda Sinclair but it felt a whole lot worse now she'd roped in that bastard, Greg Malone. Greg had joined the company about six months ago and he'd made Colin's life at work a total misery, for almost all of that time, with his sadistic bullying. Colin hated him and he hated himself even more for being such a wimp and allowing it to happen. "Pppplease Amanda," said Greg, cruelly mimicking Colin, "ppplease don't ask me stuff like that." "Aw don't make fun of him, Greg," giggled Amanda, "it's not his fault if looking at me has made his dick hard. I bet you've got a hard-on too, haven't you sweetie?" "Yeah, but at least mine is worth talking about," said Greg, giving her a wolfish grin, "not like pencil dick here." Greg pointed at Colin and waggled his little finger to make it clear to Amanda what he meant. Amanda chuckled at that. "Mmmm, I can see you've got nothing to worry about in that department," she said, looking at Greg's very sizeable bulge and licking her lips appreciatively, "but ... you know ... maybe Colin just needs a little female attention." "Am I right, Colin?" giggled Amanda, slipping off a shoe, stretching her leg out towards Colin, "do you need a little female attention?" and she placed her bare foot up against the little bulge at the front of Colin's trousers. For the next few minutes, Amanda's foot lazily toyed around with Colin through his trousers. She pressed against him, moved the sole of her foot up and down his dick, every so often, just to really drive him mad, she wiggled her toes around where she could feel the end of his hard little cock was. Colin didn't know where to look or what to do. He felt humiliated by Amanda's cruel teasing, and he wanted her to stop, but he was powerless to resist. The girl was just so gorgeous looking. And the way her legs looked in that skirt, especially the leg she'd stretched out to torment him with ... oh god oh god. His poor, starved cock was tingling was excitement and he was getting more and more desperate to explode. Somehow, though, every time he got to the verge of that happening, the tormenting little bitch seemed to sense it and she would ease up on the stimulation until the moment passed. It was sheer torture! Amanda is SO Wicked! But if Colin thought that things couldn't get much worse for him, he was wrong. "Oh fuck Amanda, he's leaking!" said Greg, cackling with laughter. And it was true. Poor Colin's cock, over stimulated by Amanda's teasing foot, had started to dribble and a wet patch had appeared through his trousers. He looked mortified. "Hey come see this, people" called Greg, and the other three leapt up and came over to Amanda's desk, crowding round poor Colin. "Oh yuck!" said Barry and they all jeered at the wretched Colin. Amanda had taken her foot away from Colin's groin and she was giggling at Greg and the others. She winked at John Mason, "John, honey, why don't you go lock the door so we don't get disturbed while we play around with Chubbs?" "Sure, Amanda," grinned John, clearly a little excited at being called "honey" by the gorgeous Amanda Sinclair. The sound of the door locking only increased poor Colin's feeling of dread. "And put the phones on voicemail, John sweetie," she giggled, "Let's have no interruptions." "So what do you reckon, boys?" she asked when John had returned, "should I make our little fat friend come in his pants or should I leave him high and dry? ... well, not dry by the looks of it but, you know, all frustrated." The audience was split with two votes each for come in his pants and leave him frustrated. "Colin, which do prefer?" asked Amanda, "would you like to come in your pants, in front of all the guys, or would you rather stay frustrated?" "Um dunno," muttered the wretched Colin. "You have to choose, I'm afraid, Colin," said Amanda, with an evil grin. "Gggguess I'd rather come in my pppants," he managed to say. "Well, ask me nicely then." "Ppplease Amanda ... ppplease make me come in my pppants," said Colin, utterly humiliated now. The four other guys could barely believe what Amanda was doing to the wretched Colin and they were laughing fit to burst. "Poor bastard," said Barry, struggling to control himself. "Make him beg, Amanda," suggested Pete Cole. "Yeah Amanda, let's see the little fucker beg," said Greg, grinning at Amanda. "You heard the guys, Colin," giggled Amanda, "you have to beg me to make you come in your pants. C'mon, don't be a spoilsport. That's right Chubby Chops, get down on the floor and crawl over here." Colin, humiliated beyond words, did as instructed. Amanda, giggling uncontrollably, slipped off her shoes. "And kiss my feet while you're begging. Worship me," she ordered. For the next few minutes, with everyone looking on and jeering, Amanda kept Colin down on the floor at her feet, kissing and licking them, as he pleaded to be allowed to come in his pants. It was a funny but truly pathetic spectacle. Particularly funny was how Amanda wiggled her feet around to make it difficult for Colin to know where his mouth was meant to be. "Okay, you can get up now, I've made my decision," she told him, finally. Colin lumbered to his feet and stood in front of Amanda. Greg wheeled his chair in closer and the other guys crowded round for a better view. Nobody wanted to miss any of this. "Sorry Col, no can do," said Amanda, "I quite like the idea of you messing your pants, but ... you know ... I think it's more fun if you don't get to come. Don't worry, you can think about me and jerk off when you get home." "Bet he does too," chuckled Greg, "dirty little bastard." Amanda glanced at Greg and saw that he clearly had the most enormous erection. She guessed that he was turned on by seeing Colin so humiliated. She reckoned Greg was probably getting off on the situation as much as she was. "Colin, get down on all fours and pretend you're a little dog," ordered Amanda, winking at Greg. "Yeah, Lardyboy!" shouted Greg in delight, "make like the fucking dog that you are." The wretched Colin got down on all fours as everyone looked on laughing. "Looks just like a dog now, Greg, don't you think?" giggled Amanda. "Fucking mangy dog, if you ask me," said Greg. "Aw don't be mean, Greg sweetie," said Amanda, "He looks like a nice little pooch, I think. C'mon Colin, get into the part. You're a little doggy woggy. Let's hear you go woof." "Woof," went Colin. He'd never felt so demeaned and degraded. "Come on Pooch, more enthusiasm please," instructed Amanda. "Woof woof woof woof," went poor Colin and, sensing more was required, he started scampering around in a small circle, and woofing, in front of the jeering group. Amanda let him do that for quite a while. She sat there savouring her power, as a gorgeous young girl, to so cruelly humiliate a man twenty years older. God it was funny. Now, what else should she do? Amanda grinned around at Greg, John, Barry and Pete. "Kick him if you want, guys," she giggled. It turned out that everybody did want to kick him. Amanda sat and enjoyed the spectacle as poor Colin, still having to act like a dog, was kicked to kingdom come by the pack of four guys. They kicked him hard and pretty much all over and Amanda, giggling the whole time, let it go on until he was whimpering for mercy. "Okay, enough," she said, and they finally stopped. "Except you, Greg," she grinned, "You can give him one more if you like. Do you wanna give him one more?" "You fucking bet I do!" grinned Greg. "I wanna see a nice hard one from behind, right between his legs, right in the balls. Okay with that, sweetie?" said Amanda, grinning at Greg. Greg grinned back and nodded. It was like all his Christmases had come at once. "Pppplease Amanda," whimpered the pathetic and frightened Colin. "Shut up Colin and get in position," she snapped, "Yeah that's it, let Greg see the target." "Okay sweetie, when you're ready," said Amanda, giggling at Greg. Greg ran in and delivered a kick of crunching force right where Amanda had told him to. Colin grunted, then screamed as he doubled up and rolled around the floor. It was clear he was in agony. Amanda looked down at him. "Colin, please stop blubbering, it's starting to annoy me. Plus you're in everyone's way ... why don't you go and sit in a corner and let the rest of us get on with some work?" Colin, still crying, crawled painfully off to the far corner of the room and the other guys went grinning back to their desks. "Guess we'd better let him pull himself together," chuckled Amanda, and it was pretty clear, both from her tone and the cruel expression on her lovely face, that there would be plenty more fun and games before the day was out. For the next half hour, Amanda alternated between working and looking over to check on Colin, slumped on the floor in the corner, weeping. The other guys just ignored him. "How's it going, Colin?" she called out, seeing that he'd finally stopped crying and was sitting up. "Umm, okkkay," he mumbled. God the guy was really pathetic, thought Amanda. "Hey, did you hear that? Colin's feeling better now," she said, grinning wickedly at the other guys. She beckoned them back to her desk and they all wheeled their chairs over. "Now, where were we?" she grinned. "Torturing the fuck out of Lardball," said Greg, grinning back at her. Amanda looked across to the corner of the room. "Colin, come back over here," she ordered, grinning at her victim. Poor, terrified Colin, consumed by a feeling of dread, got up and shuffled over to Amanda's desk. Amanda pointed to the middle of the circle of chairs in which she and the four guys were now sitting, indicating that Colin should stand right there. Amanda smiled and put her finger to her lips for everyone to be quiet and, for ten minutes or so, the five of them simply stared and smirked at Colin, enjoying his fear and his shame. He was extremely distressed now, staring down at the floor and starting to cry again. Amanda finally broke the silence. "Colin, do you know what I want now?" "Um, no Amanda," he replied, trembling with fear and trepidation. "I wanna see that little dick I was teasing this morning." Hoots of laughter from everyone. One or two whistles too. "Yeah Amanda, make him drop his pants," yelled Barry. "Let's see his pathetic little package," sneered Greg. Colin shook his head in distress. "Nnnno Amanda, I dddon't want to do that," he pleaded, really crying now. "Aw, look at him blubber," grinned Pete Cole. "That's 'cos he knows what a fucking tiny dick he's got," sniggered Greg. Amanda was merciless. "Pants down to your ankles, Colin," she snapped, "otherwise I'll get the guys to start kicking you again." A few seconds later and the wretched Colin was stood in front of them with his trousers and his underpants down by his ankles. There were bruises all over his legs, where he'd been kicked around earlier, and his balls looked a funny blue colour from where Greg had landed his heavy size eleven shoe that final time. His dick was soft and looked tiny. "God where's his dick, Amanda? I can hardly even see it," mocked Greg. "Watch this, boys," said Amanda and she got up from her chair and stood before Colin. "Colin, look," she said, smiling sweetly, and she bent over in front of him so that he could see right down her top. The guys were hooting with laughter. "Yeah tease him, Amanda," sniggered Pete Cole. "Can you tell I'm not wearing a bra, Col?" she giggled, "Can you see my ... you know ... can you see my nipples?" "Um, yes Amanda" mumbled the drooling, tantalised Colin. "Look at my tits, Colin, aren't they just the nicest tits you've ever seen? Can you imagine fondling them, Colin? Can you imagine how good that would feel? Mmmm, I bet you can." Amanda reached down with her hand and started to lightly tickle Colin's balls, all the time displaying her tits in front of him, flaunting them right under his nose. As she toyed with his balls, she allowed her fingers to continually brush up against his cock, and every now and again she ran a finger teasingly up and down the underside of his shaft. Before long, poor Colin was on fire and his cock was fully erect. "Look, the poor sod's got a hard-on again," yelled John Mason, in fits of laughter. "Yeah, all of four inches," said Pete. "Amanda you are such a little bitch," grinned Greg, "Fucking cruel, cock teasing the poor bastard like that." Amanda knew that was meant as a compliment and she took it as such. "Mmmm, well I guess I just can't help myself sometimes," she giggled, as she took Colin's cock into her palm and started squeezing it. "Is this driving you mad, Colin?" she said in a baby girl voice, "Do you wish I'd let you come instead of just teasing?" Colin could only grunt. Amanda was indeed driving him mad. She had him groaning like an animal, bucking his hips forward in a desperate, but vain, attempt to get a more satisfying, orgasm inducing contact with her teasing hand. And all the time, he was being cruelly tantalised by the sight of her luscious tits jiggling around inside that skimpy little top of hers. Oh god oh god oh god ... in some ways, this was even worse than the kicking! Amanda brought poor Colin, one last time, to the edge of coming and then she turned and sat back down. "Poor little man," she giggled, "Just look how small your cock is, even when I've teased it and made it all hard." "Umm, sorry Amanda," said Colin, pathetically, even though she hadn't asked for an apology. "Go fetch me a coffee, Colin," she instructed, pointing to the corner of the room where the coffee and the kettle was, "And make it nice and hot. No milk." Colin shuffled off, a pathetic sight, with his pants still down around his ankles. He would have liked to pull them up again but knew Amanda wouldn't let him. "Terrible to see a man with no dignity, isn't it?" joked John Mason, and he gave Colin a slap on his bare arse as he shuffled by. Colin came shuffling back with Amanda's coffee and gave it to her. "Okay, Colin, get naked now," she snapped, to yelps of approval from the guys. Colin slowly, sadly removed the rest of his clothes. "Go put them in the corner and then come back here," said Amanda. The wretched Colin did so and now stood stark naked in front of everyone. "God, just look at him," sneered Pete, "Talk about a tub of lard." "Every young girl's dream," sniggered Amanda. "Colin, get down on the floor," she told him now, "Yeah, that's right, lie on your back. Good." Amanda took a sip from her coffee. "This is way too hot to drink, Colin. Can't you do anything right?" "Sssorry Amanda," he whimpered from his prone position on the floor. "I'm afraid that sorry isn't always good enough, Colin," said Amanda, a cruel smile playing on her sexy, pouting lips. "Can you guess where this coffee might end up going, Colin?" "No Amanda, please no!" pleaded the poor wretch, knowing exactly what Amanda had in mind. "Yeah Amanda, burn the fat little bastard," shouted Barry. "Colin, you'll be relieved to hear that I'm not gonna pour this boiling hot coffee over your horrible, naked body," said Amanda, to a chorus of disappointment. She looked around the others with an evil grin on her beautiful face. "But one of the boys is gonna do exactly that," she said. "Noooo!" screamed Colin. "Volunteers?" asked Amanda. She grinned as four hands shot up. "Here Greg, sweetie," she said, and she handed the cup to Greg who took it and stood over Colin. Amanda could see that Greg had the most massive erection inside his trousers. "You other guys, hold him down so he can't move. That way, Greg can take his time and do it nice and slowly. And Greg, why don't you get that big dick of yours out so Colin can see it before you pour the coffee over him? ... you know, let him see what a real man looks like." Greg grinned wolfishly. "Love to, Amanda," he said and he unzipped his fly to pull out his large, erect cock. It was at least eight inches long and pretty thick too. "Mmmm, that looks yummy Greg," pouted Amanda, sexily, licking her lips at the sight of Greg's very impressive tool. "Now Colin, before Greg burns you, I want you to tell him what a nice, big dick he's got and what a pathetically small one you've got." "Tell him, Colin!" she commanded. Colin was trying very hard to choke back his tears but wasn't succeeding. "Greg, you have a nice, big dick," he blubbered. "And yours?" prodded the merciless Amanda. "I've got a pathetic small dick." Greg looked down and laughed at the unfortunate Colin. He crouched down over him and tilted the cup of steaming coffee, holding it over Colin's naked belly. He looked up at Amanda who grinned and nodded. "So, Lardarse, maybe you should call me Mr Superdick," he grinned, coffee hovering. "Yes, Colin," giggled Amanda, to laughter from them all, "Ask Mr Superdick if you can have a coffee!" Poor Colin knew it was no good protesting. "Please Mr Superdick, ccccan I have a ccccoffee," he stuttered "You sure can, Fatboy," grinned Greg, and he proceded to slowly pour the scalding hot coffee over Colin's belly. Colin screamed in agony as the liquid burned his skin. He tried to thresh his limbs around but couldn't move because of the other guys holding him down. "That's it Greg, sweetie," giggled Amanda as she watched from her chair, "I wanna see you really torture him." The ordeal was terrible and Greg, as instructed, made it last quite a long time. "Pour some on his cock, Greg," said Barry, clearly enjoying this immensely, "and his balls, Greg, burn the bastard's balls." "My pleasure, Baz," grinned Greg, and he dribbled the last of the boiling liquid over poor Colin's groin. "Ouch, that has gotta hurt!" exclaimed John Mason. Greg finally finished and the four guys got up and went back to their chairs. "Well it's not hard anymore, is it?" chuckled Barry, looking down at Colin. Colin Chowdry was curled up naked on the floor, twitching and whimpering like a tortured animal. Amanda, giggling at Barry's last comment, marvelled at how she'd reduced a grown man to this. Christ, just look at the bruising all over his body. The painful looking burns too, where Greg had tortured him with the hot coffee. What a sorry looking mess! And this in addition to the mental cruelty, the teasing and the abject humiliation. She could tell that Greg and the other guys were in thrall to her and she felt a delicious thrill of power. Amanda knew she could do anything now, absolutely anything. "Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" she said, smiling at Greg. "Fuck, yes! You're a real fun girl, baby, you know that?" "Well I can see you did enjoy it, by the look of that lovely big dick," giggled Amanda. "Yeah," grinned Greg, and he strolled over and kicked Colin the ribs. Everyone laughed and then, one by one, the other guys did the same. Got up, kicked the naked, prone Colin in the ribs and sat back down. "You bastards" giggled Amanda, "hasn't he suffered enough for now?" "Suppose so," muttered Barry, clearly a bit disappointed. Not for long though. "Hey, you know that nice big cock of yours, Greg baby?" said Anita, smiling sexily at him. "Yeah?" Amanda looked at Greg's exposed dick and licked her lips suggestively, "Looks to me like it could do with ... you know ... being taken care of, maybe." "I could do with a blowjob if that's what you mean," grinned Greg, leaning back in his chair and giving his dick a couple of strokes. "Exactly," pouted Amanda, "and I'd love to do it, obviously, but I can't with us being in the office, and plus with everyone watching." "Shame," said Greg. "But I can think of someone else in the room who'd be a perfect candidate for helping you out ... you know what I mean, sweetie?" she giggled, looking down at Colin and then back at Greg. "Oh my goodness, I do believe she's gonna make the poor bastard suck Greg off!" exclaimed Pete. Amanda grinned across at Greg. "You just make yourself nice and comfortable sweetie, okay?" "Oh yeah," grunted Greg, face flushed with anticipation and wearing the expression of a cat that's got the cream. He opened the front his trousers, making his large, erect cock fully accessible, then settled back in his seat with his hands behind his head. "Colin?" Amanda prompted in a light mocking voice, knowing that he was totally broken. Colin painfully raised himself up from the floor and, half standing half kneeling, he looked over at Amanda. Through his tears, he could see that she had a cruel smile on her face. He was beyond protesting, beyond pleading with her, he just wanted his ordeal to finish so he could crawl off home. What made things worse was that, even in his current awful predicament, he remained acutely conscious of how badly he desired her, how much she excited him. For example, he couldn't help but notice that, the way she was sitting now, leaning back and with her lovely legs teasingly crossed, her skirt had slid a long way up her thighs and she was looking sexier than ever. Despite how the little bitch was torturing him, she still made him feel horny and that added to his sense of shame. Amanda gazed at Colin, saw where he was looking ... shit, the poor sod was ogling at her legs again, what a fucking scream! Giggling uncontollably, she fixed Colin in the eye and simply inclined her head in the direction of Greg. Her power right now was absolute and words were no longer necessary. Sure enough, the abject Colin duly crawled over, on his hands and knees, to where Greg was waiting for him.