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Casual Friday

By: antony_j



"Definitely desperate," Ann comments on her reflections in the mirror. Her pristine white blouse shows she doesn't want to be obvious, but it is buttoned down to show the opposite. Maybe this will work better than the power suits she has worn this week Her skirt is short enough to show of most of her legs. She will do almost anything to get a deal.

Ann will have to work miracles. Her business trip did not turn out as well as she hoped it would. She hasn't been able to get even near a deal. Spending her days negotiating endlessly in one of the hotels conference rooms has been a waste of time. The clients habit of inventing new demands and asking additional questions has driven her to the edge. Every other hour she wants to throw the newest version of the contracts in his face. Apparently he wants to make sure she can't live up to his expectations. Although she did her best, her efforts didn't get her anywhere and she doesn't have much hope left.

Today is Friday. A different approach might loosen him up and anyway, there is little to loose. This will be her version of casual Friday. When she walks the terrace to meet him he looks amused. His lips curl up in an smile, but he talks business as usual. Didn't he notice the change of style?

For an hour they talk business in the same way as the days before. He still doubts and she isn't able to assure him enough. "We are not getting anywhere," he says after an hour or two. "I don't think we will be able to sign any contract as long as you haven't met further conditions."

This will be hard to tell this at the office. A lot of work has been flushed down the drain. Ann's client has left without even making a promise. Even worse she has missed her plane. She will have to wait another day.

Ann decides to do what a woman does best: shopping. She ends up buying a tiny white bikini. It isn't decent enough to wear in the business hotels she normally visits. Even at the beach this skimpy outfit would be daring.

But the client left, the sun is shining and the pool is tempting she decides to take a dive. In the water Ann discovers the bikini is even more daring then she expected. Her nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric and the bikini bottom seems to show all too. It will be hard to get out of the water in a decent way.

Still in the water Ann sees her client. At first she thinks he will walk by, but he is heading for the pool. Ann pretends she didn't notice him and hopes he will have the courtesy to do the same. Showing some daring cleavage is one thing, wearing a tiny bikini another. But he doesn't walk by.

"Still here?" he asks surprised. "I thought you would be on your way back home." Ann tries to avoid the conversation with a short answer hoping he will leave, but he stays. She swims to the edge and answers his questions without leaving the water.

When he takes a seat next to the pool and orders some white wine she knows she won't be able to get away. She has to get out of the water. Being a gentleman, he lends her a helping hand.

"Quite interesting," he says without taking his eyes of her body.

"Thanks," Ann smiles at him and tries to act as if she wasn't almost naked.

She expects him to start asking questions about her business again, but he doesn't for a while and without speaking she drinks a glass of wine. She is happy with the silence. She's already uncomfortable enough. Virtually naked in front of a client. Her nipples and pussy are visible to anyone who wants to look and looking is what the client does.

Ann reaches for a towel. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says. "You might not want to miss the contract after all." She looks at him. "Just enjoy your drink as much as I enjoy the view."

"I have a proposition," he continues after a few minutes of silence in which Ann realises she might as well relax. "If you let me have my way with you, you will get the contract at your terms."

For a few seconds she doesn't know what to do. She either can slap him in the face or considers to take up his challenge. She wants to do the first, but she needs the contract.

Ann says nothing and pretends to enjoy your drink. He looks around, then bends over. "Stay put," he whispers in her ear while his hands touch her breast, playing with her hardening nipples. His other hand slides down between her legs, stroking her pussy through the still wet fabric. He pushes it aside and inserts a fingertip into her vagina.

"I made the right offer, you made the right choice," he says. Ann doesn't know where to look. She is embarrassed. She is felt up in public and it turns her on.

When the waiter returns her client stops, but with his hand still on her leg and her nipples clearly visible through the white fabric, little is left to the imagination. When the waiter looks at her she turns her head in shame.

"Get up and come with me," the client tells her after a while. He walks away without waiting. Ann follows him through the lobby. Even though the bikini has dried again and isn't transparent any more, several men stare at her body as she passes by.

In the elevator the client stands behind her pressing her almost nude body against his business suit. In the mirror he admires the contrast between her white skin and the dark fabric. On hand rests on her belly. The other cups a breast and pinches the nipple. "I love them most when they poke out," he whispers.

The client leads Ann to his room. When she enters the room she doubts her decision to play along. No doubt he will be all over her. She doesn't want to be a slut. But she does want that contract on her terms, so she has to meet his terms.

"I will be with you in a minute," he says. She walks to the window, looking away. He takes his cell phone and starts a conversation. On and off he takes a glance, admiring her body.

She hears his words. "Certainly. Yes, she is here," he says. "You might want to come and see for yourselfs."

She knows he just invited some people over. The door opens and two men step into the room. "There she is," he invites them in. "She needs the contract." He takes a video camera from his bag, positions himself to have a good view and leaves her in the hands of the newcomers.

The two men look at her, feasting their eyes on her body. One of them comes up and grabs her breasts, pushing the bikini top away. Ann doesn't like his bold behaviour and tries to push him away. "Don't," the client tells her. "Let them have their way."

It takes a few seconds for Ann to let her defences down. She looks away from the camera. The man doesn't mind she is not happy. He grabs her breasts again. He is rough. Pulling one breasts up by the nipple, sucking the other into his mouth.

The second man joins them from behind. She feels his erection through his pants, when he takes her long hair to pull her head back. He kisses her and forces his tongue into her mouth. He tastes of beer and smoke.

Ann doesn't like it. She feels like a slut. A hand slides over her belly into her bikini bottom. The fingers start to play with her pussy. "Tight and wet," the man behind her proclaims. "I like it."

Without undressing themselves they feel her up. They take their turn kissing her, they suck at her breasts and push their fingers into her vagina. She doesn't resist. Overwhelmed by her senses she isn't able to move. She gets aroused. Ann doesn't want them to stop anymore. She simply lets them have their way, even when one of them plays her anus while the other pushes three or four fingers inside her pussy. She is beyond control. She knows her arousal will be on video, but doesn't mind anymore. She is a slut. Her orgasm hits her hard. Her knees weaken. If the two men had not supported her, she would have fallen on the floor.

"That is enough," she hears her client says when the men don't stop. "Leave her now."

The men have a last feel of her body. Reluctantly they step aside. "Just go now," the client tells them and they leave the room. Ann is a mess. Her bikini bottom hangs between her knees, the tiny top wrapped around her neck as a strange piece of jewellery.

The client turns to her. "You can leave too. I will send you a copy of the tape and expect to have the contract on my desk next Monday."

Casual Friday



I've made love to you in my head a hundred times. Okay, probably more. I'm not usually the kind of girl who "fucks" a guy. For me, it's more than just the physical act. It's more than just bodies entangled and exploring. I want my mind to explore you, experience you. I want the intangible things too....the energy, the feeling. I want ALL of your attention. I've gone to bed many a night running a sensual erotic scenario through my mind with you. My first time with you would be one where I take you home and take my time with you.

Well, I must have woken up on the horny side of the bed, because one look at you today and I want to devour you. As you walk past my desk to go to your office, I thank God for Casual Fridays. Today, however, is "Can't Concentrate" Casual Friday. My head never moves, but my eyes follow you left to right and the jeans you're wearing show off your package nicely. And that ass? I want to bite it like an apple. If you said something as you passed, I never heard it. Don't even know what color shirt you are wearing. The phone rang and as I answered it, you disappeared into your office, closed the door and the morning ensued, but I knew who I was having for lunch today....

....Everyone has left for lunch. But I notice your office door is still closed. I am not letting this opportunity pass. I want you for more than just sex, but this has been building up inside me since we first met. I want you so badly and today is the day and the time is now. 

I walk over to your door and listen to be sure you're not talking on the phone. Perfect. All I hear is typing. I knock lightly and you respond for me to come in. I open the door and walk in and shut the door behind me. I don't utter a word. I just look at you and that sends a rush of hotness right into me. The way you're looking at me speaks volumes. You know why I'm here. You want me as much as I want you. We've never spoken of it to each other or anyone else but the attraction is noticed by everyone who knows us. Today will be the beginning.

"I have a meeting in twenty minutes," you said. I nodded and walked over to you as you stood up to meet me. There was no hesitation as we instantly started kissing, slowly at first. Up to this point, I imagined how you would taste and I wanted to savor it. You have a saltiness that is like candy to me and I wanted it all. I was breathing in your scent and it was getting me hotter, sending pulses through me. The feel of your lips on mine, communicating with our tongues with no words, and as you pressed yourself into me, I could feel you responding to me as I have wanted you to for so long. As it intensified, our breath becoming heavier, our heartbeats accelerating, I wanted to attack you right then. But I intend on making full use of all 20 minutes. 

I gently pull back and run my hands down your chest and stomach to get to your belt buckle, never taking my eyes off yours. "Your clothes make me uncomfortable...let's take them off." I released the hook from the strap and as it loosened you removed your shirt, which I now see is dark blue. My eyes couldn't get enough of you; the muscle, the color of your skin, and the perfect amount of hair on your chest which narrowed to the happy trail which I intended to follow. The feel of your skin, the warmth, you heart beating, was intoxicating to me. I gently kiss your lips and kiss my way to your ear, nibbling on it softly, letting you hear my breath, feel the heat of my exhales. You start to caress the back of my neck and shoulders, working you way down my body, but I remove your hands from me. I feel your frustration and excitement at the same time. But this is my time. I'm in control for this brief time...

I continue to your neck, kissing you, running my tongue down to taste you more. Your quick breathing and light moans are anticipating where I'm headed. Be patient. I lightly bite one of your nipples. You may not be sensitive but I love how it feels between my teeth as my tongue plays with it. You're right where I want you. I then unbutton and remove my top and lower my skirt to the floor and step out of it. The rest will come off shortly.

I kneel down in front of you and I lower your jeans and your underwear to the floor. I tap one foot to lift it and remove them then the other. Now it's time to get you ready for the finale'. You are most definitely aroused but we want you at full attention. I take you in one hand and start teasing you with my tongue. I get the tip good and wet and then run my tongue underneath all the way to the base. I lick my way back and now take you in slowly, tasting every inch. I move back and forth not too quickly, feeling you stiffening with each stroke. You place your hand at the back of my head, lightly grabbing my hair and set the pace that you desire. After I understood, I removed your hand and continued taking in your vim, your scent, your reactions. The happy trail that lead me to your manhood was a longer trip than it took to get you ready for me.

I stood up, motioned for you to sit in your chair. Your eyes were wild with passion. You want to take me now, don't you! As I remove my bra and panties, you stroke yourself waiting for me to engulf you. I walk over and straddle you, lowering myself onto you slowly, our eyes locked to each other's. You fill me perfectly. You command me with your length but I hold the reigns. You feel my heat around you. You feel how much I've ached for you. I ride you steadily and want to treasure every inch of you, but you have a meeting. I increase my intensity and as I feel your member rubbing my button, I devour you and you feel me clutching you as I start to climax, my hips gyrating and pressing into you so feel every tremble, every movement. I gasp a breath of gratitude into your ear. 

I keep riding you as I feel your body tighten ready to release. You pull me to you, hands on my ass, forcing my hips to ride you harder and faster. Your body tightens as you explode your essence into me. I love the feel of your body as you feed me the nourishment I've been waiting for. You remain inside me for a few more moments, both of us still, in each other's arms, reflecting on what just happened. We kiss softly but passionately. We know this was not just sex. The smiles on our faces verify that.

We get up and we have a few minutes to get cleaned up before everyone returns and you have your meeting....

Next time, it's my place. No time constraints and I WILL...take my time.



Casual Friday



I had a new job in a small company in our town. When I say new I suppose I should also say first job. I was finally gainfully employed and earning a salary. Not much of a salary, but it was a start. Basically I was the office girl and did whatever anyone told me to do. It wasn't a very large office, only half a dozen of us, including the manager, and everyone else considered themselves to be my superior. Very lowering to my self-esteem after lording it over the junior grades at school. 

Being the lowly office girl I got tapped to hold down the fort while everyone else went to the twelve o'clock lunch break. For one hour I reigned supreme in the office. Too bad there was never anyone to reign over.

When I first started work my mother had stressed that I had to dress the part of an office worker. Neat white blouse and neat black skirt was the order of the day. That's what I wore and I found myself fitting right in with everyone else. However, there was one bright spot regarding clothing.

"Fridays are casual days," I was told. "You don't have to dress for an office. You can wear anything you like as long as you're sensible about it. We don't directly interact with the public so we can get away with casual clothing occasionally. Not like the sales staff and customer agents. They always have to dress to send a message about what a serious firm we are."

Now being a trusting soul I took that information on board and on the first Friday I rolled up in a colourful flirty skirt and a t-shirt. Also, knowing the propensity of some people to play practical jokes, I had my normal work clothes stashed in a bag and brought them with me. It turned out that I worried needlessly. Everyone was dressed casually and my outfit didn't stand out. 

I continued wearing casual clothes on Fridays, the same as everyone else. For some reason I also continued to bring in my normal work clothes. It was a sort of 'just in case' thing. It made me feel a little happier so why not?

After I'd been there about a month there were rumours floating around that our manager was leaving. It was said that he'd found a better position in another state. Finally there was an announcement that yes, the manager would be departing, and that our current second in charge would be moving into his position. 

When the next Friday rolled around I got a slight surprise. Everyone had shot through to lunch at twelve, leaving me to queen it over an empty office, when the manager stuck his head out of his office door and asked me to step inside. It had never occurred to me that the manager didn't necessarily go to lunch when the troops did. I wondered if he'd ever heard me singing during my solitary vigils when everyone else was at lunch. Oh my, an embarrassing thought. I headed over to his office to see what he wanted.

"Ah, Meredith," he said. "As you know I'm leaving this firm for pastures new, and there was something I wanted to do before I go. Tell me, do you realise how much you stand out from the others when it's casual Friday?"

I'm like, "Say, what? I'm wearing the same sort of things that everyone else does. What does he mean, stand out?" I mean, really, I was wearing a nice light green ruffled blouse with quite a modest cleavage showing and a nice dark red lace flared skirt. I looked good but they weren't the sort of clothes to make me stand out from the crowd.

"I'm not sure what you mean," I said defensively. "My clothes are just good casual clothes and quite similar to what the other girls wear."

"True enough," he said, "but they have much nicer contents."

It was another 'say what' moment. I could feel myself blushing slightly. Then I was blushing a whole lot more because the manager was undoing the buttons of my blouse.

"Stop that," I snapped with a gasp, slapping at his hands and trying to redo the buttons he'd already undone. Talk about a losing task. He could undo them faster than I could do them up. Not only that, he pulled the blouse loose from my skirt and undid all the buttons while I was still trying to fasten the first couple.

Would you believe that he slapped my hands away from my blouse? Not hard, more pushing them out the way, and then he was slipping the blouse off my shoulders, exposing my bra, a bra that was definitely not the sort of item to be flashed around the office. It was lacy and silky, more decorative than supportive. I mean, I was still a teenager even if I was nearly twenty, and my breasts were quite capable of standing firm without support. 

I was trying to put my blouse back on properly and he was trying to slide it down my arms and he was winning.

"What are you trying to do?" I demanded. "You can't just go and take off my blouse."

"What I am DOING," he said, emphasizing the doing and ignoring the try, "is undressing you. Your figure has been tantalising me for a month now and I decided that seeing I'm leaving I may as well strip you and see if your figure is really as fine as I think. Now stop wriggling."

To ensure that I did as I was told he held my wrists together behind my back in one of his hands. Until then I'd never really considered what a large man he was, especially compared to a petite young lady such as myself.

He was also quite an experienced man, too. He flicked open the button and zip on my skirt and had it down in nothing flat. Despite my protests my panties followed my skirt and then he turned me around and undid my bra. Finally he let me go.

"You might as well let your things drop," he said, referring to the blouse and bra hovering around my wrists. "They're not exactly covering anything now."

Reluctantly I did so, standing there naked and furious and embarrassed all to hell. He stood in front of me, looking me up and down, and then twirled a finger to get me to turn around. I did a full three sixty turn, and then just stood there glaring at him.

"You have a really magnificent body," he said softly. "Well worth looking at."

He was continuing to look too, the lecherous heel. It turned out he wasn't content to look. He reached out with both hands and pressed a finger against each of my nipples, rolling them around slightly. Ye gods! You'd think they were on/off switches. As soon as he touched them I felt a flash of heat that went from my nipples all the way down to my groin, and my nipples stood up and practically waved to him.

I promptly backed up a step and he promptly closed the gap again. A couple more back steps and my bottom was pressing against his desk and I found myself leaning back against it. My hands automatically went behind me to brace myself and stop me falling flat on my back on the desk. 

Looking down along the length of my body my face blazed hotly. I was totally exposed. He'd have been hard pressed to find a position to put me in to show more. He reached out and flicked my nipples again and again I felt that flash of heat. Then he reached down and slowly unzipped himself.

I was slowly shaking my head from side to side, while keeping my horrified eyes glued to his groin, saying, "Oh, no. Uh-uh. Not going to happen. Forget it. I don't do that sort of thing. You're not touching me with that."

He ignored everything I was saying, just hauling his cock out into the light so I could see it. Looking at it all I could think of was, it figures. Big men have big cocks. It looked truly formidable. 

He took a step closer and his cock was pressing against my tummy, while his hands came up and closed over my breasts. He rubbed them lightly, enjoying the feel of them, while at the same time making lazy movements with hips so his erection rubbed back and forth across my tummy, emphasizing its size and hardness.

"You can't do this," I protested. "I told you, I don't do this sort of thing. Just back off, damn you."

"You're a virgin?" he asked, reading that I was in my blushing face. "Don't let it worry you. I'll take it slowly. You'll soon get the hang of it."

"I don't want to get the hang of it," I said with asperity, which he blandly ignored. 

He reached down and dragged his cock down along my stomach, across my mons, and slipped it into the gap between my legs. When he let it go it did it's best to stand up again but my pussy was in the way. It wound up pressed hard against my slit, pressing between my lips and encouraging them to part. Then he started a sliding motion, dragging his cock back and forth against my pudenda, signalling his intentions. 

Frustratingly I could feel my vagina picking up those signals. I seemed to be going soft and gooey inside, heat rising through me and moisture gathering. He kept up that slow see-saw, pushing along my slit and then dragging back, building up a slow agitation within me.

Now being virgin means you have no practical physical experience of sex. It doesn't mean you're completely ignorant of how the different parts fit together. Accordingly, I had decided that my manager wasn't actually going to have sex with me, but was just getting his rocks off in an intensely embarrassing manner. Then everything changed.

While he was rubbing his cock against me he was also fondling my breasts, rubbing them and getting closely acquainted with them. I was trying not to look at what he was doing but I promptly noticed when his hand dropped away from one of my breasts. I glanced down to see why and found he was taking hold of his cock. Then he did something and all of a sudden his cock wasn't rubbing against me, it was trying to push its way into me.

Did I say trying? Silly me. His erection just brushed past my lips with zero resistance from me and just like that there was this huge thing butting against my hymen. Not for long, though. His cock was as hard as a rock and my poor hymen didn't stand a chance, yielding with a sharp little stab, letting his triumphant cock surge forward along my passage.

I gave a little yelp when he broke through but after that all I was aware of was his cock, filling me up, stretching me, forcing me to take him, and there seemed to be an awful lot of him to take. He just kept pushing in until I could feel his groin rubbing against mine.

This was now an entirely new situation. It was one thing to have his cock rub against me, exciting me, albeit reluctantly. It was something else again to have that same cock jammed up inside me and doing terrible things to me feelings. Apart from the resentment that he'd dare to do this was the excitement of his cock rubbing against me, letting me know it was the master, and what it wanted, it took.

He dragged himself slowly out of my passage, but not right out, no matter how hopeful I was for a moment. Just before he popped free he stopped and returned. Doesn't seem like much when I say it, does it? He returned. What it actually meant was my letting out a startled cry as this cock came sailing back along my passage, wreaking havoc with my nerves as it came. My god, I'd never felt anything like it before. 

It didn't stop at that, either. Where he'd been gently rubbing back and forth along my lips he was now banging back and forth along my passage. No gentle rubbing this, quietly arousing me. This was a full on assault upon my senses, driving me to where he wanted me. 

I was quietly amazed, in the back of my mind, to note that I was moving with him. It wasn't deliberate on my part; it just seemed to happen naturally. I don't think I could have stopped if I tried and my body wasn't even going to let me try. I was banging against him just as sturdily as he was taking me.

God, I was glad that everyone else was at lunch because I was getting a trifle noisy. What with my protests (feeble though they were, there were protests), my gasps and my squeals, not to mention the slap of flesh against flesh, anyone who was in the office would have known what was happening. 

I lost track of what he was doing. All I knew was that I was being well and truly screwed and that I was doing my part. Wild excitement was tearing through me and it just kept on building as he took me and took me and took me some more.

Every time he thrust into me I could feel myself losing control. I couldn't take this, I just knew I couldn't. I was coming apart at the seams and didn't know what to do. Every time he came charging home I felt that had to be it, that had to be his final thrust, but no, another one was coming and all I could do was gasp and push to meet it.

Eventually I felt a subtle difference in what he was doing and then I knew that this was nearly the end. This time I was right. With a few last rapid thrusts he started shuddering and jerking against me and I knew that he was climaxing. He'd also managed to help me over that last little hurdle and I was shuddering as well as my own climax rolled through me.

I now discovered another thing that wasn't fair. All he had to do was zip up and he was looking all business-like again while I was still naked.

"Right, Meredith," he said. "When the others get back tell them I'm having an extended lunch and will be later than normal. You'd better get dressed before the others return. You can use my en suite," he added. 

Wasn't that magnanimous of him? I grabbed my clothes and flounced into the en suite. I also discovered that it's hard to flounce properly when you're buck naked and you just know a man is looking at your butt as you walk away.

I got tidied up, the others returned, and I went to lunch. When I got back from lunch it was work as normal and, sure enough, the manager was late back after an extended lunch. The swine didn't even look in my direction when he returned, just heading straight into his office.

I slowly stewed and fumed for the rest of the afternoon, although I did manage to hide it from the rest of the staff. But really, I was quite sure that what the manager had done qualified as rape. Sexual harassment at the very least, and it wasn't fair. He shouldn't be able to do things like that. I resolved to do something about it.

When it came time to knock off I stuffed around at my desk, ensuring that I would be the last to leave. The last bar the manager, that is. As soon as the others had gone I marched determinedly into his office. 

He was standing over by the window when I came in and turned to me, smiling.

"Ah, Meredith," he said. "Was there something you wanted to see me about?"

"Yes," I said very firmly. "About what you did to me at lunch-time."

"Mm," he murmured. "I wondered if you'd come back for a repeat performance."

Say, what? What was he on about? I stared at him feeling slightly stunned. What I should have done was turn around and run. Before I even twigged to what was going on he had my arm and was bending me forward over the desk.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," I squawked, although I was able to take a good guess.

I mean, how many clues does a person need? One, I was bent forward over his desk. Two, his hand was on my back, holding me there. Three, he'd flipped up my skirt and was currently pulling down my panties. So take three guesses, and the first two don't count.

I'd barely finished speaking and his hand was running over my bare bottom and against my mound, roughly rubbing my lips back and forth. 

I'm like, "Don't you fucking dare!" and he just laughed.

"Bit late to change your mind," he told me. "We both know this is what you came back for."

With that I could feel his erection pressing against me. I tried to squirm away but I was woefully late getting into the act. He knew just what he was doing and his cock was pushing past my lips even while I was squealing, "No, no, no, no, no, aaah."

Oddly enough, he took his time taking me this time. At lunch time it had been push, push, push, and I was nailed. Now, once he'd made contact, he was just easing into position, moving dead slow. Not that it made much practical difference from my point of view. If anything, this slowly, slowly, tactic was worse than the wham, bam, of the first time. I could feel him moving in, every inch of my passage expectant and waiting, my pussy totally ignoring my feelings and saying, "Hi, big fellow. Back again?"

Now that he was in me I knew what to expect. A hot assault upon my pussy until the world exploded around me. I waited for it to commence, feeling both anticipation and trepidation. I groaned silently. This was not the reason I was here. I was supposed to be protesting his earlier effort.

He fooled me, didn't he? Instead of the pussy pummelling I expected I got a slow, sensual, stroking of my senses. Yes, he was going in and out of me, but the big difference was the speed. He was just sliding in, nice and easy, letting me feel him gliding into position, my nerves twanging with every little movement. Then back out, still moving nice and slow.

How do I describe the feelings that swept through me? A sort of turbulent tranquillity? A sense of peace, threaded with excitement? I was rocking in place, taking him into me, knowing that there was no hurry and everything would come to fruition in its own good time. 

I was moaning softly, happily, enjoying the feeling, willing for it to just go on and on. There was no rush but, slowly and surely, I could feel the turbulence and excitement increasing while the peaceful tranquillity was being pushed to the rear. 

I was tossing my head about, not vigorously but in time to his slow movements. I needed something more and I was telling him so. What I got was more of the same, that continuous wearing away at my senses, lifting me up, driving me wild. He wasn't stopping, just going on and on, driving slowly in and retreating just as slowly, while I writhed under him, pleading.

He had to stop eventually, of course. I was just existing, my everything that cock of his and what it was doing to me. When he finally started moving faster all I could do was groan with relief and move with him. A few short hard strokes and I climaxed, and I climaxed in a big way. He did, too, I guess, but honestly, I was not worrying myself about how he was doing.

So I got to use the manager's en suite twice in one day. Lucky me. I also managed to get out while the getting was good. I would also, I decided, make any complaints via a letter. I was nearly home when I remembered. The damn man was leaving. He wouldn't be there next week. I should complain to the new manager? Somehow, I thought not. Simpler to chalk it up to experience and I have to admit, it was quite an experience.



Casual Friday...Exploited



(Personal Disclaimer: This story came from a recent dream and a whim to step out of my normal genre and give a little more raw something a try...for those of you into this stuff, I apologize if I screwed up the true sadistic aspects of the scenes; for those of you used to my 'softer', more romantic stuff I apologize if this offends you...but all please bear with me for a little different entertainment as I got a kick out of it and some personal pleasure as I wrote it.--wink- Thank you!) 

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I own a small, but pretty successful company, very successful actually in this down economy. I have forty-five employees of which thirty-five are women, women I've purposely selected and hired over the last few years not just for their work skills, but okay being very blunt about it, for their fantastic knockers and sweet asses. I have some of the most fantastic women on the payroll any man could ever dream of having working with him every day.

I'm also a male chauvinistic asshole and proud of it.

I love being both, a true red-blooded chauvinist and one hell of an obnoxious sexually harassing asshole of a boss. That is I loved it up until the weekend before last when a few of my female employees finally had had enough of my antics and decided to give their boss a taste of his own medicine at the risk of their very well paying jobs.

Two weeks ago Friday... 

'Casual Friday', had a unique meaning around my workplace. I fully encouraged the absolute in dress down. In fact, I as much as demanded the wear of the skimpiest outfits by the women on my staff, with halter tops and the shortest of short shorts being more the norm. The gals that wore super short skirts and an extra skimpy thong would actually get a well-deserved bonus in their bi-weekly paychecks for pleasing their boss. Of course, I found many an excuse to have my ladies do random bending over and leaning across desks to afford me a generous amount of stimulation during the workday. If they were really good at it they got an even bigger bonus, at least I thought so, with a pinch of a nipple or taut ass, or even better a nice rub of my near constant bugle up against them all throughout the day.

Now I know what you're thinking... 'Why would these women want to put up with all that crap from a boss like me?' Three reasons actually, first they knew what environment they were getting into when they hired on to a company like mine. We distribute sexual aids, or sex toys to those of you that really enjoy products like mine. So sex is pretty much the center of our universe. Second, I not only pay my folks well, I am big on the fringe benefits, probably having the best health and dental package in town. And speaking of package, third, for the ladies that allow themselves to partake they get the added benefit of experiencing my thick and mighty nine-inch rock hard cock. What woman wouldn't want a stud's cock like mine? Anyway, a few of the females on my payroll have partaken of the delight of my tall hard pole in one sexual fashion or another over the years.

It was a Friday and as usual I was enjoying the view of some of the skimpiest outfits on my ladies ever. I was also treated to some of the most reciprocal groping and pelvis rubbing I'd experienced during the many weeks of Fridays since I'd instituted casual Fridays.

I swear I walked around with a perpetually hard aching hard-on all day long!

It was going on 5:00 and as I was contemplating which of the sweet young asses on my staff I was going to offer myself to for the night, Wanda my very busty executive assistant came bouncing into the office.

"Jack, I know it's about quitting time, but..." My sexy right hand lady walked up and leaned over my desk. Her loose, gaping halter top barely held her two massive boobs while the nipples threatened to pop right through the thin red material, "some of the female employees have something they'd like to show you before you head home for the weekend, kind of an appreciation for all you've done to them, I mean for them, as their boss." She licked her lips and shook those big boobs which had my eyes ping-ponging back and forth watching them and their nips wobble.

"Uh, appreciation, huh?" This only piqued my want for sexual delight for the night as I was already nice and aroused in my Friday jeans, without my boxers, which was the standard dress for me on casual Fridays. "The female employees huh?"

"Yeah, that's what I said wasn't it." She retorted.

Yes, Wanda was also a tough broad. She was also one of my ladies I'd not gotten into her panties, but not for a lack of trying on my part. I more than put up with her impertinent attitude because she really was the one that ran the place. She got a more out of the staff than I did. Besides she also had the biggest of all the big knockers on the women and one of the tightest, sexiest asses. Even if I couldn't have those tits and that ass at least she always gave me a lot of jack-off fodder for those nights I couldn't get laid otherwise.

"Yeah, okay, if they want to show their gratitude for working for a great boss like me I'll come." I said with a huge grin.

"Yes, you are the greatest boss ever, with the longest and thickest dick of any man out there. Yeah, yeah, just shut up and come to the conference room."

"See I knew you appreciated your boss for his massive cock." I immediately stood with the prominent bulge running down my right leg. I thrust my hips toward her just to emphasize it even more.

"Oh my!" Wanda put the back of her hand to her forehead and produced a fake swoon. "You are one hunk of a boss and that dick just overwhelms me." She mockingly fanned herself.

"You know it's yours anytime you want it, baby."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've told you before you are just too much man for a humble woman like me." She winked and then turned on her high heels, swaying that hot ass and walking back toward the door. Over her shoulder she said, "Now come on stud, your other ladies are impatiently waiting on you." 

With my mighty hard-on strapped to my leg and leading the way I followed my hot assistant out my office door. 

I followed that sashaying sweet ass down the hallway until we made it to the conference room. There, Wanda stopped, turned and opened the door. "Go on in, everyone is waiting for you."

I walked up and puckered up. "Mmm, want to start out here?"

"Just get that dick of yours in there." She nodded.

I blew her a kiss and then turned with my hard-on still leading the way taking a step into the conference room. Before I could take another though something was put over my head, a cloth bag or the like and hands grabbed my arms and legs. 

"What the fuck?" I yelled out and tried to get loose.

But I was quickly lifted up off the ground and carried still in complete darkness with the hood on my head. I tried to flail my way out and even got one leg loose before my arms were twisted back and the pain made me stop fighting for a moment. It was long enough for them to get a better hold and the next thing I knew I was lifted up a little higher feeling as if I was tossed in the air. I came down hard back against a hard surface, the wind being knocked out of me. 

My legs were immediately spread and pinned down. My arms were pulled over my head and out at an angle. The next thing I felt were ropes or some kind of restraint being wrapped around my ankles and wrists. As they were pulled taut the hood was yanked off my head and I looked up to see Rachel at my left and Beth at my right each tying another knot in the ropes over my wrists. Looking down I saw Amy and Sandy doing the same to my ankles. At the very end of the table between my spread eagle legs was Wanda staring at me, her arms folded across her bountiful bosom. 

With a thoroughly shocked look on my face I'm sure, I yelled, "What the hell is this?"

Wanda just glared at me, but didn't say a word. As each girl finished tying me down securely they walked and stood beside my executive assistant. All five of them stood with their arms across their chests, all glaring at me.

I smiled and chuckled. "Well, you could have just asked me politely. I would have been more than willing to have sex with all of you. You don't need these ropes. Untie me and I'll service you all."

"See, even tied up and vulnerable you still think of your own pleasure." Wanda finally spoke, but still didn't adjust her imposing stance. "You have always been a totally selfish bastard."

"What are you talking about? I told you I would service you all. How is that selfish?"

"You just don't get it do you?" She asked as she moved her hands to her hips, looking even more serious.

"What's there to get? You girls are crazy and once I get up from here, if you don't all service me like I want then there may be a pile of pink slips waiting for you come Monday morning."

"Who's going to type them all up? You don't know how to use any of the office software." Wanda still looked very serious. "You know, Jack, I'm trying to be polite right now because we do still want to work for you. Honestly, I do respect you as a great businessman, I think we all do, we just don't respect you as a man. You are a very generous owner and boss when it comes to our pay and our benefits, but it's the personal unwanted selfish benefits you take out on us we despise. We're here to give you a chance to demonstrate that you can be a generous boss and a gentleman both." Wanda took a step back and then said. "Go to it girls." 

Beth and Amy stepped up and relieved me of my shoes and socks. Rachel and Sandy then stepped forward and each brandishing a huge pair of scissors proceeded to cut away my jeans all the way up my legs to my waistband.

My body was saying yes with my hard-on as hard as ever, but I was saying, "No! No! Stop!" 

They proceeded to peel the denim from my lower body. Having not worn boxers I was totally naked below the waist. I was indeed naked and unbelievably my manhood was sticking up still long and mostly hard. Admittedly, I have always had a fantasy of being tied down and teased but not without my consent, without knowing I was the one who allowed a woman to do it to me. Not only was this not consensual but it was way more than one woman. Which again being with more than one woman at a time was another fantasy of mine, fulfilled maybe three times over my lifetime, but always on my terms. Instead of being turned on, which I started out to be, but I was quickly becoming thoroughly pissed.

Wanda slowly walked around the table as if inspecting me as the girls finished cutting off my shirt. 

I felt my male member losing its strength, but it was still completely exposed. As she arrived at the lower side of the table she suddenly reached out and grabbed my balls in her right hand. I flinched and then relaxed as she just caressed them. I actually shivered in delight at the wonderful feeling of warm female fingers touching my manly nuts and I felt a rejuvenating erection. But when I saw the look on her face change as well as feel the pressure on my balls as she squeezed harder I tensed up my whole body. 

"Hey! Be careful down there." I cried out.

But Wanda smirked and squeezed all the harder.

I was totally caught off guard by this as she squeezed so hard I thought sure my balls would burst right out of their sacs. Yet, I was still terribly torn between the pleasure and the pain. I felt intensely vulnerable but I also felt incredibly turned on as my cock actually surged up again and looking down between pained squinted eyes I saw my ever more swelling purplish cockhead staring back up me. I had no idea what would happen next, whether it was going to result in a blissful release or more painful squeezing beyond belief, but I was entirely and literally in her hand and from the look on her face she more than knew it.

Still grasping my hairy testicles in her ever squeezing palm, she asked, "So these are your prized jewels huh, Jack?" I nodded. "Well your jewels belong to me right now." She squeezed harder.

"Fuck! Awwwww!"

"They belong to me and the rest of the women here that you have fucked around with for the last time," she gave me one last squeeze, pulled hard on my sac then mercifully let go.

"Shit!" This can't be happening I thought. Everything up to this point had been what I thought was just some serious teasing from my girls and they were showing their great appreciation for a great boss like me. Suddenly I knew was in deep trouble, but not wanting to let her or the rest of the bitches know I fought against the ropes. "You think you can get away with this?" I protested.

"You're the one tied up and powerless aren't you?"

"Well, you're wrong, I have plenty of power, I'm the owner of this company and I can fire you and the rest of these snide sluts. I'm not going to put up with this."

At that Wanda's lips actually widened into a broader smile. "How do you think you are going to stop us? You're tied to a table with your dick flapping in the breeze. You are ours to do with what we will."

I know I gave her a furious glare, but I also knew she was absolutely right. I fell back to the table even though I had the powerful compulsion to keep jerking at the restraints. 

"But you invited me here under false pretenses." I protested, albeit less enthusiastically. 

"No I didn't. We are here to show our appreciation, just not in the way you were expecting I suppose."

"Besides, your mouth may be saying no, but your dick is more than crying out yes." Rachel added.

"You're a total menace to all women." Wanda said as she continued to walk around the conference table. "But to show our appreciation for being very generous as a businessman we are going to give you your ultimate fantasy a faux gang bang from your sexiest employees." Wanda expressed incredulously.

I had to hold back a grin at that thought. "If you let me go now I won't fire the lot of you or even better file a complaint with the authorities."

"This from a man who is strapped totally naked to his own oversized conference table, oversized like his ego." She paused. "Not less important than that but I think you'll agree after seeing the evidence we've gathered over the last few months you'll be the one that has to work to keep from being hauled off to jail. Sandy." 

With that the lights dimmed and the projection screen came down out of the ceiling on the wall beyond my feet. I looked over and saw Sandy tapping away at her laptop. Suddenly on the screen were a series of still shots of me and various female employees of mine, my hands groping each one. "What the hell?" 

"Yes, with Sandy's savvy technology help we've been able to capture most of your obnoxious ways and your unwanted groping even to include video. Sandy, please proceed."

Up on the screen next came a video of Rachel, my lead receptionist and customer rep and I watched myself come in her office and work my way around her desk. Before long I had my hands as I usually did, feeling her up with the usual protests of, 'Mr. Jacobs, please don't', 'Mr. Jacobs, don't touch me like that', 'Mr. Jacobs, get your hand out of my pants', 'Mr., Jacobs, put that thing away!'...and yes, the camera did catch me pulling on my big boy as I sat on her desk, even catching me rubbing it across her arm leaving a nice long trail of pre-cum.

At first I grinned at the fond memories of that incident. I remembered jacking off over my own desk a few minutes later to the memory of sexy Rachel. Then as I watched and listened I did similar things to Beth, with the same playful protests. It was then I came to the remarkable realization that what they had on me was pretty incriminating. Suddenly my mind raced and desperately I tried to think of ways I could explain my behavior in those tapes and twist it to my favor. They had to readily admit none of them had ever really tried to stop me from all I did. They had never called me on it, other than for those playful protests. I always knew they knew they had one hell of a perpetually horny middle-aged sex aid distributor boss who just got his daily kicks flirting with his working girls. I was me and they knew it.

"Very cute, huh? It's nice to have it all on tape finally." Wanda turned. "Excellent work Sandy."

Wanda then looked back at me, that serious look on her face once again made more stern by the arms across her chest and her cocked hip. Even the accentuated push up of her ample bosom didn't distract me from this obvious dire situation. 

I know I looked up at her very bewildered and lost.

"I think you need to know we do not like being treated like the sex toys we distribute. We don't like being ogled all day long and felt up all the time." All the women I could see around the table nodded their heads in agreement, whispering to one another. 

"I'm, I'm sorry, I'm sor..." I stuttered, finally showing my hand that I was about freaked out of my mind. "Look, I'm sorry. I thought you ladies liked my love taps and what I thought were expected advances. I mean some of you even took advantage of this massive boner of mine." I grinned and tried to shake my hips a little between the restraints. 

"Yes, but why can't you enjoy the fruit without squeezing the fruit and bruising it?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, it's like you have to get your kicks with us and only seem to worry about how many times you get you're rocks off each week."

I lifted my head, straining at all the restraints. "I can cum just as much as I did when I was in my twenties so why shouldn't I still go for it?"

"Again, its al about you, your jollies, your satisfaction. Well, tonight if you get to cum we are going to make sure it's solely for our satisfaction and pleasure."

"Yeah right, when I cum, I'll obviously get lots of pleasure out of doing it. Its kind of the reason for cumming isn't it." I found some reserve of boldness still inside me. 

Wanda walked around to the opposite side of the table again stood there hands on hips and smiled, "I have another idea. I think it's time we altered the look of that tangled bush of yours. I keep myself trimmed and neat and now it's your turn."

With that Beth handed her a pair of those huge scissors they had used to cut off my clothes. Wanda held them up and opened and closed the crisscrossed blades a couple of very imposing times. My eyes blinked, my cock tingled and my balls felt as if they wanted to crawl up into my body. 

She reached out and grabbed a handful of my pubic hair.

"No. No. Please don't!" My heart beat madly in my chest.

"I won't cut it or them off, Jack. We are just going to do a bit of bush trimming." She lowered the scissors to my kinked hairs she had pulled out straight and in one snip came up with a huge clump of my pubes. "You just need to trust me, Jack."

I exhaled the huge breath I had been holding and proceeded to flinch and cringe with each snip she made.

Finally she held up one last clump of pubes in one hand and snapped the big scissors again in the other. "Okay that's the thick stuff, now on to the next tool. Amy." She let the last of my kinky pubes flutter to the table as she handed the scissors to Amy, my line supervisor, in exchange for an electric hair trimmer. I did pause in all my current angst to admire the short-haired brunette. She wore a very tight fitting crop top that I swear only had one button remaining fastened which left her very generous bosom spilling out for me to ogle as she leaned over the table and my leg toward Wanda on the other side. I think I actually smiled at her as she sure smiled and winked at me. I felt manhood respond in kind with a throbbing wave of its own until I heard...

'bzzzzzzz'

I looked between my legs and found Wanda already bent over my crotch and just about to begin shaving me down there. "Hey! Fuck! Stop! Don't!" I screamed out each word at the same time I tried to thrash from my bindings. When I jutted hips up I hit her hand.




Casual Friday...Exploited



"Whoa stud!" Wanda backed away, the trimmer still buzzing in her hand. "If you want me to cut that pickle or his peanut friends off just keep that up." 

"I don't want you to cut anything off!" I practically spat.

"Too late for that, most of the damage is done. Need to finish up so you won't have all these spikey hairs scratching your crotch and thighs." With that she lowered the trimmer and shaved up the left side of my still standing but somewhat deflated cock. 

Wanda proceeded to remove the rest of my pubic hair, down to stubble as all the other girls crowded around the end of the table watching. Her manual manipulation of my cock and balls along with the vibration of the trimmer strangely and sickly still had me carrying somewhat of a hard-on. It didn't hurt that my buxom employees showed a lot of skin and boob cleavage leaning over to watch. 

After a couple minutes Wanda turned off the trimmer and stood back to look at her handiwork. "What do you think ladies? Getting there, huh?"

"All that's left is a little shave," Beth said and that's when I looked over and saw a straight razor in her hand.

I know my eyes ballooned open zeroing in on the menacing implement she held up.

"Oh, yes, need to make him baby smooth down there." Rachel said.

"Yes, the finishing touches," Wanda said now trading trimmer for shiny sharp blade. Amy came to her with shaving gel in one hand and a bowl of water in the other.

Wanda shook the can and spayed out a blob of green gel onto her fingers, then she proceeded to lather up my whole crotch and even most way up my finally somewhat deflated cock. Only as she rubbed her hand up and down my softened shaft I couldn't deny the pleasurable feeling and without my consent my manhood immediately reversed course and with a mind of its own rose again.

I just knew I was going to have a heart attack as quick as the blood was flowing up and down my body, in and out of my manhood over and over. 

"My, my, a little sudsy finger job and he's primed again. What a lightweight!" Wanda commented as she finished lathering me up and wiped her hand on a towel. "Okay here we go." She turned to Beth and took the razor from her hand. As she bent down with that shiny steel between hers, getting ever closer to my precious junk...

"Wait! Wait!" I literally screamed again. I took a breath and said more calmly, "Do you even know how to use one of those things?"

"Yes, Jack, I've actually shaved a couple of boyfriends with a straight razor," she said as she lowered the blade into the lather just below my balls. "Chin, crotch it's all the same isn't?"

"What?" I screamed bloody murder this time as I felt the blade graze up over my left nut and froze. 

"I told you to trust me. Now lay still or I won't be responsible for any nicks." She slid the sharp edge of the razor down my cock and grazed it over the top of my balls again. 

I breathed short little gasps with each stroke of the blade, looking down at her hand and my crotch never wavering. I heard the mumbling of the other girls but was too focused on Wanda to pay any attention to what they were saying. I finally breathed a huge sigh of relief as I saw her put the razor in the bowl of sudsy water and leave it there.

"Here, let me wipe him down," Amy said, stepping up with a towel. 

She wiped the remaining gel and lather from my crotch and as she did, of course, she leaned over again giving me a good shot of her boobs. I could tell then she wasn't wearing a bra under that crop top as her nips were nice and popped, very clearly visible. That inspired me back into another erection that I looked down upon, but was so amazed to see a totally bare crotch and not that dark, somewhat graying tangle of pubes that used to surround my manhood, I cringed and felt my balls pull up again.

Wanda walked around the table and laughed. "That really is a wonderful sight. I've never seen an actual bald cock and clean smooth balls before. You know, Jack, it really does show off that tall pole of yours. And I almost hate to say this but it actually looks an inch or two taller without that hairy mess at the base." She reached out and ran her finger up the length of my shaft.

I shivered and watched my cockhead bob up and down over my gut. 

"You know he looks delicious, good enough to eat." I recognized Rachel's voice from the other side of the table.

"Not yet. It's not dinner time." Wanda said walking around my head toward the other end of the conference table. "In fact we have another surprise for Jacky-boy first. Lady Sandra, will you come in here please?"

With that Wanda stood at the side of the table her hands on the top near my hip as she looked over toward the door. 

My eyes popped once again and my jaw dropped when I saw my IT guru, Sandy, enter the room. Sandy usually was the most conservative of the women on my staff when it came to dress. She even wore these less than attractive black glasses. She seldom wore anything provocative any day of the week let alone on dress down Fridays. Oh by the way, she didn't have big boobs either. So why did I keep her on my staff if she violated all my special tenets of employment? I kept her on because she was one crack wizard when it came to computers and websites, which literally drove my business. 

But damn! 

This evening Sandy was beyond provocative. She walked into the conference room dressed in shiny black leather from the halter top to her mini skirt on down to the spike-heeled thigh-high boots. That long beautiful blonde hair of hers was pulled back very tightly to her head, giving her the most serious, stern look I'd ever seen on a woman, even more so than Wanda a bit ago. 

Once again if I had not been in the forced predicament it would have been a pure turn-on. As it was I did still have a good woody going.

It was in that lull of tension that I watched her bring something from behind her back... 

'Crack!'

"Fuck!" I screamed and my whole body flinched as the bull whip cracked in the air. 

The look in Sandy's eyes became more intense than before. She became the fucking epitome of the classic dominatrix. 

My body had only just calmed after the first crack of her whip when...'Crack!'

The whip struck the end of the wooden table this time and I heaved and bucked against my constraints. 

"Shut up, submissive!" Sandy called out and quickly cracked her whip against the table again.

'Crack!' I felt the short sharp breeze blow across my leg and ankle.

"What the hell is going on here?" I yelled at her and then looked back over to Wanda on the other side of the table. My executive assistant only gave me a very mischievous grin. 

"I said, shut up, you sniveling waste of a man." And Sandy raised her whip, paused, then...

'Crack!' it smacked against the table again, but I could swear the tip grazed my hip. I thrashed my body away.

"I think you better do as Lady Sandra commands," Rachel blurted out from down at my feet. The two girls on either side of her were giggling trying to keep from all-out laughing I could tell.

Sandy raised the whip again, but this time took another step forward in those spiked heels.

"No! Please!" I howled as I knew the next blow was going to be on my naked body next. I saw her rear back further and her arm came racing forward with the thin pain inducing whip. I shut my eyes tight, stiffened my entire body ready for the impact of that ribbon of sharp leather against my bare fully exposed skin. 

'Crack!'

I heard the menacing sound plainly enough but surprisingly didn't feel the leather strike me. Rather I felt another abrupt concentrated breeze wash over my arm this time. I opened my eyes to see Sandy had turned just little and was facing my head. She obviously had teased me with that blow and only just missed me again. But then with that stern look suddenly turning to one very mischievous grin mirroring Wanda's she raised the whip behind her. 

I just knew she meant business this time. "Please don't!" I yelled as my heart raced.

"Should I stop Wanda?" Sandy asked, stopping the whip in mid-swing.

I swiveled my head to the left and looked at Wanda still grinning at me. "Yes, for now. Let's wait to see if he learns to be more cooperative before we have to resort to more drastic measures," responded Wanda, as she leaned down nearly in my face. "Are you ready to get a better attitude?"

"Yes." I shakily grumbled out a response.

"Good, now..."I saw her look down toward my lower body. "Now we can't have that."

"What?" I asked looking down my body past my bound feet to the other three women standing there huddled and chucking.

"You've lost your erection. We have to make sure you stay aroused." She looked up to the other side of the table. "Well, Lady Sandra, I guess its time you worked Jack up in a different way."

"What?" I grimaced and looked back and forth between the two women on either side of me and the table. They nodded knowingly to one another. "What? No, you told her not to use the whip any more. I've not done anything to deserve a whipping."

"Oh but Jack, you have. You have done so much to the women here you deserve more than a whipping. But..." she reached out and ran a finger up and down my nearly wilted manhood, "we need to stimulate this little guy until he is hard again."

I was thoroughly confused at this point. One minute they were threatening to slice off my genitals with a scissors and a razor or whack them off with a leather whip and the next they were trying to give a hard-on. 

"Lady Sandra." Wanda called and nodded once more to the blonde dominatrix. 

With that Sandy climbed onto the table, whip still in her hand and stood over me with one spiked heel boot on my chest, the shiny pointed toe practically under my chin. She stood there looking down at me gliding the tip of the whip up one side of my body then down the other. When it disappeared behind her back I assumed she had dropped it, but then when I felt something graze my balls and slide up in between them I exhaled hard looking her right in the face as she glared at me licking her lips. I awaited the inevitable torture of my exposed and totally vulnerable crotch until she suddenly collapsed down upon my gut, knocking the rest of the breath out of my lungs.

She sat back on my stomach and stretched her legs out on either side of me the black glossy boots on either side of my head. As she sat on me and proceeded to unzip and slowly take off her one boot I could feel the cool leather of her mini-skirt rub up against my cockhead. The sensation at first was a little painful as it scraped dry against the leather, but as I felt myself growing again I shuddered and released a little pre-cum out the tip. When she worked the second boot off, my cockhead rubbed up smoothly against her leather covered backside obviously smearing my excitement across it. I could feel myself slowly extending and growing more and so I closed my eyes and savored the incredible erotic feeling.

Then...

'Crack!' there was that mind startling sound again. I opened my eyes in a flash and saw Sandy had cracked her whip up to the right of my head and was drawing it back slowly over my extended arm.

"What the fuck!" I look at her and then over at Wanda. "I thought you told her no more whips."

Wanda's grin didn't change, "Maybe she isn't convinced of your attitude yet."

I felt the leather whip glide up the side of my cheek. I also felt the blonde's ass squirming on my stomach and felt my cock rub nicely against that taut tush under her tight skirt. But before I could enjoy more her feet were on my face.

"Lick them submissive, Lick my feet." Sandy called out as her feet rested on either cheek, her toes practically in my eyes.

Now I had never done that to a woman before, licked or kissed them. Oh, I've had my share of hot footjobs and held two soft inviting feet and fucked the hell out of them until I came all over a woman, but I'd never put my lips to a pair of feet; not that I'd thought about it much actually. But at the moment I didn't feel any aversion to doing it to Sandy's feet. They were rather smooth and appealing, surprisingly smelling good after being confined in those long leather boots of hers. 

It was just the known debasement of kissing and licking her there and what it symbolized. "I won't lick your feet you sicko, dyke." I tried to puff out my chest under her body and speak as manly as a man could with two feet pressing hard to my face practically making me pucker.

"I think you better do as she asks, Jack. She is the one with the whip." Wanda chimed in.

I saw the whip in Sandy's hand raise in the air again, and in the next instant...

'Crack!' it slapped down hard against the table near my head again. 

I kissed her feet. 

I turned my head to one side and then the other kissing her soft soles. I even began to lick them out of the thought it might make her happy enough to back off with the whip, but finally because I ended up liking the sensation of my tongue on the soft warm skin I felt my cock throb against the back of her leather skirt. When I looked up as I licked and kissed I began to pay attention to how Sandy reacted to each touch of my lips and was intrigued at how pleasing the response looked on her face. As I fondled her with my lips and tongue some more, I actually started to get excited as it seemed to be driving her crazy. It was making her feel good I had to suppose as the next thing I knew she'd hiked up her short skirt and exposed a hairy blonde bush which she took no hesitation in reaching a couple of fingers down into. 

Sandy began playing with herself right in front of me!

"Oh yeah, that feels so good. Now suck my toes!" Sandy barked out and stuck her left foot practically in my mouth. "Suck them submissive! Suck them hard!"

I couldn't believe how turned on this chick was getting with me doing her toes and feet. It was crazy! But it was also exciting to watch what I knew to be a very introverted tech nerd of a woman get off right before my eyes. 

And she actually did. She got there in no time! 

I could see and feel her pussy literally gush forth and spill her wetness all over my belly and lower chest. It was very warm as it drooled down my sides. I was rock hard by then tapping against her leather-clad ass as I continued to lavish kisses all over her feet until she calmed and settled back on me.

I realized then there was a total hush in the room. It was like the rest of the ladies were shocked at what had just happened.

"I, uh Wanda, I um, I'm sorry about that." Sandy's voice, as breathy as it was had quickly reverted back to the softly demure one I was more familiar with. 

"Never mind dear, you deserved it after getting Jack all scared and you did bring back his hard-on." She looked back behind the blonde toward my crotch again.

Sandy eased up off ne and looked back, "Shit he came all over my skirt!" She bellowed.

"Nah, he just leaked a ton of pre-cum all over your butt." Rachel said, "He's still carrying his load."

Amy reached out with the towel and tried wipe off my abundant leavings from Sandy's skirt even I could see when she turned around above me. I could also see her damp blonde bush up under her skirt. Damn if it didn't look delicious all wet and open and pink! 

Rachel and Beth helped Sandy down off the table as Amy wiped up the mess the blonde had left on my torso. I couldn't help but ogle Amy's deep cavernous cleavage and hard protruding nipples once again.

I felt my cock swell and more pre-cum release. Amy moved down and wiped that up too.

"So, who's next?" I proudly asked. "If you let me loose now, I'll suck every damn toe in this room along with any hot pussy you offer me until you cum a couple times each. I do pride myself on being one hell of a pussy licker." I smiled broadly surveying all the pretty faces in the room then licked my lips to emphasize my readiness to please.

'Smack!' Wanda slapped both hands down on the wooden table top. "Now listen and see, Jack. I think you believe you have more of a choice here than you do. Sandy got your attention and did her job getting you fully aroused again, but you have to understand there is a lot more to come. We've only just started with you."

"Shit, give me more of that and tied down or not I'm ready." I jutted my hip as well as I could, trying to make my proud pecker dance for the ladies.

Calmly Wanda took that pose she had had more than a couple of times that night already, that stern look on her face and the imposing stance with her arms across her chest. "I need you to remember we have all those slimy acts of harassment you've committed in the past several months on tape and we won't hesitate to show those tapes to the police and our lawyers."

"Fuck you!" I yelled. 

"No chance of that." Wanda let a grin come over her lips for just a second then she hardened her face and looked to her left. "Okay, you're up Red."

With that Rachel stepped up to the table. She is a very sexy redhead with the reddest hair ever and the greenest eyes. She is the shortest of my girls but she still has big boobs. She was wearing a very tight, thin cotton blouse that was unbuttoned way down and left very little to the imagination with that massive cleavage heaving up. 

I suddenly heard this faint hum. It was coming from behind Rachel. 

"Time for a little playtime, Jack," she said leaning over the table and over my crotch. "And I've brought one of our best-selling toys for women to share with you." With that she held up what I recognized as the Silver Bullet and it was humming away.

The Silver Bullet is indeed one our best selling items. Women love it. It's five inch long thin cylinder vibrator with a mirror-like silver chrome finish. It has three speed settings, and a most loved feature, a warming setting for the rounded tip. Through feedback on our website it's been nicknamed the 'clit pleaser'. Gals also love the Silver Bullet as its small enough to slip in their purse or hide in their luggage for traveling business woman. 

Right then though it looked menacing in Rachel's hand as she held in just inches above my cock. 

My whole body tensed and my brain solely concentrated on the pending touch. I started to breathe heavy even beforehand, somewhat still out of fear but obviously still with excitement as I was hard and twitching. I felt the vibrator just barely make contact with my hard cock and instantly lost my entire breath. It was pleasantly warm on the tip just as advertised. When the redhead moved it down my length I nearly choked on my spit trying to swallow and breathe at the same time. As the shiny toy traced up the underside of my hard throbbing shaft I shivered. She stopped it just short of my totally swollen head. It felt so incredibly good after not getting the full attention before. 

Then I knew it! I was going to cum! 

"Yes!" I wailed as my whole body tensed anew and I knew this was it, Wanda had had enough. When I finally felt the wand pass over the head, I started to moan like a wounded animal. I don't know if it was the pure direct stimulation or the fact I had been so damned horny for so damned long, but I knew I was ready to have the biggest cum of my life. I closed my eyes and rolled my hips. 

I was almost there; I was right on the edge. 

...then it was gone. 

"What? Hey!" I opened my eyes to see Rachel holding the toy up near her face and that face smiling broadly.

"What the fuck? I was cumming. Finish me off woman. Do it!" I yelled at her and thrust my hips as hard as I could wanting that incredible vibration back and if not I'd make myself cum without any more stimulation. But as hard as I tried it wasn't going to happen. 

All the woman either laughed or slapped the table or both.

"You can't leave me like this," I asked more subdued than ever since I'd been in the room. "You can't."




Casual Friday...Exploited



Wanda leaned over me from the other side of the table as Rachel waved the still buzzing toy just inches over my throbbing cock. "We can and we will. In fact that is another stipulation of this let's call it situation of yours. You will not cum until and if I say so."

"You have to be fucking crazy woman. I can't control when I cum when you gals do stuff like that. If I pop off I pop off. And right now I need to pop off."

"You pop off, you cum, and the same thing happens, we go to the police with the tapes." Wanda said sternly. 

"But, I, shit...I have to..." I stammered, mentally willing my manhood to shrink. 

"You won't if you know what's good for you."

"Dinner time!" I heard Sandy's voice and turned my head to see as she reentered the room. This time she was back in her more conservative dress, jeans and long sleeved blouse. In her hands she carried two plastic bags and walked up to the table depositing them in the space next to my right side, one bag hitting my hip. I immediately felt the heat coming from it and smelled the Chinese food.

Rachel switched off the vibrator.

"Jack, you lay there and think about all you've seen and heard while the girls and I eat dinner," Wanda said as she walked around the conference table to join the other girls as they dug in to the containers of deliciously aromatic food. 

"What about me? You can't let me starve."

Wanda picked up a couple hunks of broccoli and chicken with her chopsticks. "You won't starve to death Jack. I saw what you brought in from Jerry's BBQ for lunch. I think that'll hold you for a bit."

"I don't believe this, sexual torture and starvation. Who has the better case going to the police, a little innocent flirting in the office or outright kidnapping?"

As Wanda finished chewing that first bite, she walked back up and stood over me again. "First, it would be your word against ours on the kidnapping as you call it." She turned to the other girls. "Anyone here going to tell?"

Her question was greeted with a hearty round of 'No', 'Nope' or 'Nah' between bites.

"That settled then second, we haven't tortured you yet Jack, not yet. But you may prefer torture over what is still to come, or not come." She grinned real wide before she scooped in another bite with her wooden chopsticks.

I couldn't believe what was happening! They had me by the balls or least they thought they did. I knew I had to find a way to turn this back on them sooner or later, but right then I licked my lips and realized I was as thirsty as all get out. 

"Hey! At least give me something to drink." I licked my lips again and knew it was my turn to smile as instantly I thought I had them as they would have to let me up to drink or they'd take a chance on choking me. Once my hand was loose to hold the cup I'd grab one of them and force them to let me go.

"Oh shit, I forgot." Sandy suddenly jumped up and ran out the door, but was back in seconds with a small cooler. "I forgot our drinks." She proceeded to pass out cans and bottles.

"Where's mine?" I still smiled in anticipation.

"Right here, Mr. Jacobs." Sandy said pulling a styrofoam cup from the cooler. 

She walked over to me and I was all ready for her to unknot one hand or the other, then I'd grab her. As she came up she took the plastic lid off the cup, but instead of reaching for the ropes on one of my hands she stuck her fingers in the cup and came out with some ice.

"Open up," she said holding her hand over my mouth.

"What is this?" I complained and before my mouth fully closed she dropped in some ice chips. 

I immediately spit them back out all over my chest and the table. "I don't want stupid ice. I want something to drink. Something I can swallow. And you'll have to sit me up or I'll choke drinking it."

"Good try Jack." Wanda said from where she had taken a seat against the wall across the room. "We aren't going to let you loose, even one hand, until we know you understand all that's going on here. So for now take the ice chips and be thankful."

"Now I know you girls are absolutely crazy." I was as frustrated as I was mad at realizing my plan for escape had been nixed.

"Well, do you want these or not?" Sandy shook the cup of ice above my head.

I licked my nearly dry lips and knew if I was to keep my protests going I needed my mouth to be free from pasting shut with dryness. "Fine, Fine, give me some of that damn ice."

I think Sandy enjoyed feeding me those three handfuls of ice chips way too much as she smirked down at me before walking away whistling. 

After maybe an hour or so of watching them eat and listening to them talk about clothes and shoes and even their fucked up periods they all started cleaning up and cleared the bags from beside me on the table.

"Okay ladies, I think it's time we get back to work," Wanda said walking to the table then doing a stroll around it and me until she was down at the far end between my legs again. "First we have to get Jack hard again, any volunteers?" 

"I'll give it a try." Beth stepped up beside Wanda.

Wanda stepped back, "Go for it."

With that invitation Beth climbed up onto the table and knelt between my legs. As I watched she crossed her arms in front her, grasped the bottom of her blouse, and pulled it over head. She was wearing a bra but it barely covered her generous tits. It was one of those half bras or whatever they call them that just pushes up a chick's boobs nicely from underneath but barely covers the nipples. Next thing I knew she reached back, popped the hooks and the bra fell, her heavy breasts tumbling out.

It was a gorgeous sight!

"What do you think stud? You've been groping them long enough. What do you think about finally getting to look at them?"

"Beth, just looking at those beauties of yours isn't doing it for him. I think you need to get up close and personal with them." Rachel offered up.

I looked at the redhead and back at Beth with indifference. My new tactic was to not give in to their taunting or blatant cock teasing anymore. But as I watched Beth start playing with her boobs, rubbing them, pulling on the nipples and finally lifting one then the other to suck on the huge puffy nips I knew I had a problem. Okay, I was having a difficult time here trying to stick to my new game plan as I was a sucker for a woman that could suck on her own tits. I cleared my throat and looked away trying to think about my fantasy baseball league and the roster changes I was missing out on making.

The next I knew I felt a warm body crawling up over me. By the time I looked back up Beth was leaning over me with her hands on either side of my head. Her very ample breasts with those huge nipples all extra puffed up and wet by her own sucking were right in my face. As badly as I wanted to reach up and pluck one of those juicy nips out of the air I resisted with all I had. 

"Nope still not working Beth," Rachel said.

I actually grinned being so proud of myself.

Beth sat back on her haunches between my legs and chewed on her lower lip as if contemplating what do next. Then a grin widened over sexy red lips and she reached out to grab my limp manhood. She scooted down further and was lowering her head to my crotch when I knew I was in for real trouble if her mouth was going to where I thought it was going. But she suddenly stopped and eased up over again, this time she only went as far as to get her chest over my crotch and with that she lowered down and placed my cock snugly between her gloriously huge and comforting breasts. The incredible warmth of them was enough to evoke a response of its own on my manhood, but when I felt her nipples, still puffed up and wet my skin I finally caved. I had lost as I felt my erection coming to life again as it pushed up through her mighty cleavage. Squeezing her boobs together, she moved up and down smoothly stroking my hardening manhood. To make it worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it each time my swollen tip peeked up between her big boobs she licked it.

This went on until I could feel my balls tingle and knew what would hopefully come next.

But... 

"Okay, time out!" Wanda called out.

Beth made one more swipe of her tongue across my moist tip and then sat back up. She smiled, shook her shiny wet boobs at me and then got down from the table. 

"Now that the boss is hard again, it's time to try one our best-sellers on him. Amy." This time Wanda turned and was handed the sex aid that is the most popular with as many of our married men as single guys. It's the premium version of one of those male jack-off tubes, one with a pneumatic pump. 

"You've got to be kidding." I said as I watched Wanda grab my hard cock and slide the clear plastic tube down over it. 

"I think you'll enjoy this, at least for the first few minutes anyway." With that Wanda proceeded to pump the rubber bulb in her other hand until my cock was snuggly nestled fully up in the tube.

For the next probably thirty minutes, that seemed more like hours, they each took turns playing with the jack-off device. As one would pump and play the others would mess with my balls. They'd pump and massaging for a few minutes and then they'd all stop, letting the air out of the tube as one girl or the other would squeeze off the base on my cock, choking off any chances of my cumming. They turned that pleasure device into the ultimate cock torturing device. I hated it!

Please don't tell any of our horny potential customers of ours I said that! 

I had finally given up on ever cumming until I got closer than ever and felt they were forgetting to stop or couldn't tell for once I was that close. I tried to remain calm, not tense my body or involuntarily swell my cock by squeezing my cheeks under me. I was getting to the very edge and even though I thought I was going to pass out before I could cum I was sure I was there.

"Fuck!" I yelled when a hand finally did grasp the base of my cock and just like that my breath choked off as quickly as the hand choked off my cumming. 

"Don't cum! You better not cum," Wanda yelled.

"Fuuuccckkkk." I growled. 

"I think we should go ahead milk the bastard until he is completely dry," Beth purred. 

"Yeah, he's under our control now. Mr. Jacobs, you son-of-a-bitch, very respectfully sir, we should milk out the last drops of your cum and drain those shaven balls of yours." Rachel said.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned feeling my balls hurting from the pain of not cumming competing with the thought of the anticipated pain of cumming over and over while getting sucked to the extreme by that fucking hundred dollar evil toy! 

"No," Wanda said as she slid the toy off my perfectly hard but extremely sore cock. "No, we are not going to drain you with this device, Jack. That would be too easy. Instead we are going to give you something even more powerful to remember. Aren't we girls?" 

Out came another resounding round of giggles and 'Oh yes' call outs.

"You know, this brings back memories," Rachel said.

"Yeah, why's that?" Beth asked. "You telling us you've tied down and tortured, excuse me, played hard with another guy?"

"No, but I sure as hell played with my share of guys and sent them home dripping in their pants without getting in my pants. I remember being the perfect little cock tease back in school. I could give guys a good case of the blue balls and send them home horny and thoroughly frustrated."

"Have you ever had a case of blue balls, Jack?" Wanda asked. "Before tonight anyway?"

I groaned and looked the other way knowing they were all looking at my swollen balls and enjoying it.

Then I felt someone breathing a warmth breath against those tortured balls of mine. I looked back in time to see Rachel lean over and bring her lips within an inch of my cock, she paused and smiled at me with those sparkling green eyes then she kissed the sore, sensitive head of my cock.

"Shit! Shit!" I gurgled in painfully exquisite, frustrated pleasure.

With a more devilish look her eyes, Rachel stuck her tongue out over my balls and on up my thick shaft to the quivering crown in one long, very slow lick.

Then she started to jack me off.

She did it with the longest, most excruciatingly slow strokes. It didn't take me long to get close to cumming once more as she stroked it in earnest. I leaked out a good amount of pre-cum and she leaned down to lingeringly lick it off.

"You know Jack, I always swallow when I give a blowjob," she said just above a whisper. She squeezed up a little more clear pre-cum and licked it off again. She put on a big show, licking all over the head till I was squirming my bare ass all over the tabletop. She kept my cock tingling by playing with the head, but at the same time, she gave me all the long strokes necessary to get me closer and closer again. Just a few more strokes was all it would take. She could have had me cumming in seconds, but instead I was cut off once more. By this time I knew I'd been hard for hours. 

Who said you should worry about having an erection for more than four hours? Fuck!

I was so frustrated, going absolutely crazy in need to cum! 

Finally, before I realized what was happening Rachel was sucking on me again. Just when I had given up on ever cumming, I wasn't ready for the sudden urge to spurt. I grunted and felt my balls squirm and my cock swell. 

It was cumming! I was cumming!

Then suddenly Rachel stopped and I felt another hand squeeze my cockhead so hard I thought it was going to be pinched right off!

"Fuck!" I screamed, this was in no way a pleasurable pain any more. With long nails digging into my precious pecker flesh I stared right into Wanda's eyes as she glared at me. "You better not cum." 

I groaned so loud and so pitifully I knew she knew she had me finally.

"You want us to pull on that dirty penis of yours and get it over with, don't you?"

"Yes! You don't know how badly I need it!"

"I'd tell you to beg for it, but I'd rather not see my boss being so much of a pussy. Then again, if you don't get a better attitude soon I may reconsider it."

"Please, I beg you to get me off. Please!"

Wanda threw my cock out of her hand so it slapped with a loud 'smack' against my belly. "Really, begging does not become you, Jack." 

"Fuck you!"

"I've told you before, no chance of that happening." Wanda smiled again and even chuckled this time as if in a triumphant gleam of victory. "That's enough for tonight. We'll start again in the morning."

My eyes bulged out of my head and my jaw dropped for what had to be the tenth time that night. "What the fuck!"

"You get a good night's sleep, Jack, and don't jack off while we're gone. Oh, I forgot you can't play with yourself can you? That's too bad." 

That had all the women in the darkened room laughing heartily. 

"Do you understand Jack?" She was serious!

I just nodded, totally dumbfounded. 

"Now, it's time for a good night's sleep. You rest up for tomorrow"

With that Wanda and all the other girls walked out of the room and shut the door behind them.

I laid there in the sudden silence and thought, 'What the fuck just happened?'

I idly passed the quiet hours thinking not only of my immediate cares and concerns, but for some stupid reason later in the night I must have been delirious and became perturbed again that I wasn't going to be able to update my fantasy baseball roster.  

What I did most though was just lay there and think about what my captors had in store for me Saturday morning. 

*****

I woke up from one hell of a dream.

Only it wasn't a dream. My hands and feet were indeed tied to my conference room table and I was completely naked. As I laid there in the silence I replayed over and over in my mind the events of the previous night. I had deceivingly been invited to what I thought was going to be an appreciative female staff thanking me in very pleasant ways but instead they had as much as attacked and tortured me. Okay, maybe they didn't torture me per se, of course in some ways I wish they had as maybe I would have been able to cum instead of gotten a royal case of the blue balls after hours of cock teasing. I admittedly had had some hot fantasies of being gang banged by my office girls before, but in a much more active fashion on my part with me still being able to enjoy it and being able to use my hands and mouth and cock to their advantage all... 

I must have dozed off again as the next thing I knew I awoke with a start hearing the door open and in came a stream of women. 

"Good Saturday morning Jack. How did you sleep?" Rachel, my redhead staffer, asked.

"Like you don't know as I'm sure you have it all recorded." I looked up at the camera in the corner of the room and then over to my IT expert Sandy as she walked by the table grinning. I remembered the incriminating pictures and videos they'd had shown me the night before. 

"Well, it's a new day, Jack," Wanda said striding in last, "and with the risk of you taking advantage we are going to let you get up and go pee and stretch a little." She smiled, coming up to me and running a finger from my chest down to my bared penis. "You do need to use the bathroom, don't you?"

"Sure, unless you want me to piss all over myself and this table." I looked her right in the eye and then grinned myself. "So you're going to let me go?"

"That's not what I said. We are taking you to the bathroom." Wanda walked to the end of the table. "Okay girls, let's do as I showed you and untie his legs, but give him a short leash."

With that Amy and Sandy took each of my feet and looped one end of another rope around my ankles before they untied the ones holding me down to the table. Once that was done they pulled my feet to just a few inches apart and lashed that second rope tight around my calves. Then Rachel and Beth did a similar thing with my hands, only once they got them together above my head they put one of those huge plastic ties around my wrists, as much as handcuffing me. 

"You may stand now." Wanda said plainly but directly.

"You've got to be kidding. I can't get up like this."

"You can and will with the girls' help. Girls." 

With hands cuffed and feet bound they sat me up and helped me scoot my bare butt off the end of the long table. Once my feet were on the carpet I had thought about attempt to get away, even if it would have been a failed attempt, at least I could feign trying to protect what little of my dignity still remained. Honestly though I was in conflict. The pain had been bad the night before, the embarrassment was still ridiculous, but the amazing sexuality of submitting to these gorgeous women bore through wanting to override all that. As it was, after lying on that table for all those long hours had left me drained and sore. The second I took my first step I felt my knees wobble. 

Beth and Amy caught me.

"Thanks." I somehow offered rather cordially before standing up straight. They then led me, short-stepping in my restraints to the door.

"You know he really does have a cute butt." I heard one of the women call out behind me.

"Shut up Rachel!" Came Wanda's commanding voice. 

Beth and Amy held me as I made my way down the hall to the bathrooms. But instead of going to the men's room, they steered me to the ladies. 

"What the hell! I'm not going in there."

"Yes, you are. Now go!" Beth yanked on my arm as Amy opened the door.

As I stood to pee in one of the women's stalls I could practically feel each of the girl's breath on my neck and back. I was more embarrassed at the lack of privacy doing my business than I was the whole time lying naked in front of the five women.

When the flow and finally the trickle stopped... 

"You done?" Beth asked slapping me on the butt. 

"Hey! Yes."

"Then shake it or whatever it is you guys do with that thing, just don't shake it too much. Can't have you cumming in the toilet, especially one of our toilets."




Casual Friday...Exploited



Under my breath I whispered, "And fuck you, too."

"What did you say?" Beth barked.

"I heard him, he said, 'And fuck you, too', didn't you?"

"So what?" I grunted as I finished shaking off the last drips.

"So what? So what? Here is for so what." 'Smack!' her hand came down hard across my left cheek. 

"Can I do that, too?" Amy asked. 

"Sure." Beth replied.

'Smack!' Amy's hand slapped hard against my other butt cheek.

"Fuck it! That hurts!" For being the smaller girl of the whole group of bitchy women her slap hurt worse. 

'Smack!'

'Smack!'

I got a double slap to my bare ass cheeks.

I also realized after the last slap when my hips involuntarily jutted forward, my cock was on the rise and it hit against my cuffed wrists. Whether by getting to touch myself before or unbelievably from the masochistic pleasure of the women's abuse I was indeed aroused. 

"Damn! Look at him, he's gotten a boner just from a simple spanking," Beth said looking down in front of me. "Wanda is going to love this!" 

With that they led me slowly back down the hall my cock bobbing the whole way in front of me egged on by the occasional slap to my butt. 

I came through the conference room door and there was Wanda.

"So I see you enjoyed your pee break." She looked down at my waving manhood.

"I think he loves to get spanked," Beth said and with that she and Amy hauled off and slapped me harder than they had done before...

'Smack!' 'Smack!'

My hips thrust up so hard my erect cock flew up to hit my stomach.

"Well, that just makes what we have in store for you that much easier to get started." Wanda said before turning and walking to the conference table. "But first, let's get some refreshment in him."

"So you're okay with kidnapping me and torturing me, but you draw the line with starving me to death." I said as I waddled toward the table with the insistent shoves of my two female escorts.

"Jack, we haven't kidnapped you and we certainly haven't tortured you. Not that I haven't received some fervent recommendations to do so from a couple of the women here. But right now we need to get some liquids in you before we get on to our business. Sandy." 

Sandy came up and handed me a cup of water.

I took it and shaking some and spilling some finally raised it to my lips to drink the cool liquid. It felt so good going down, I sighed out loud.

"Are you going to cum on us just by drinking a cup of cold water, Jacky boy?" Wanda asked all too teasingly.

"You wish." I muttered.

"No I don't wish Jack. I told you what will happen if you cum before I let you." She came up to me with another cup and traded with me. 

I looked down into the new cup and saw a rather thick, brown, almost milkshake like substance. "What is this stuff?"

"It's a protein smoothie, along with another special ingredient."

"Special ingredient?"

"Yes, a generous measure of Pepto Bismol to stall you needing to do number two."

I had to chuckle. "You've thought of everything haven't you Wanda?"

"Don't I always?"

"You do when it comes to my business, I just didn't think you could be this wicked." 

"Just shut up and drink."

"Fine." I was hungry so I tipped the cup up and drained it of the not so awful drink. I couldn't taste the Pepto for the chocolate.

When I was done she looked at me again, this time with a very powerful look of authority standing in front of me, her hands on her hips. "Okay, back to the table with you."

The women were good. They never gave me a chance to move a hand or leg against them by holding me down and tying me back securely to my own custom made cherry wood conference room table. 

I did notice I had lost my own woody by then.

For the next couple of hours, as I lay there bound, the demeanor of the women drastically changed from the night before. Wanda proceeded to talk to me about work things and a couple of the other girls conversed about normal subjects like their recent vacations. In fact, the talk had me almost forgetting I was still tied down and naked in front of them all. 

Finally though Wanda stood and stretched. "Well, ladies it's nearly ten o'clock. I suppose we ought to get on with Mr. Jacobs' workout for the day."

"Workout?" I shot her a questioning glance, somewhat also thinking I was going to be able to get up off that hard table again. 

"Yes, workout," Wanda came closer and ran a long painted fingernail along my chest, up over my cheek, across my lips and then back down my chest, over my stomach and down the length of my wilted manhood. "In fact, after what surprisingly happened last night with Sandy unexpectedly getting off, we've decided to modify your workout. Girls." 

The next thing I knew the other four women stood and removed their clothes, all their clothes, each leaving them in a neat folded pile on one of the conference room chairs. Suddenly I was certain my pending predicament of woes was changing for the better as I looked up and saw a very breath-taking sight. Beth came around the end of the conference table totally naked. Her jet black hair and gorgeous young face smiling down on me. And that body! She may have been perfectly slim but she also had the second most generous pair of hooters on my staff...and they were all natural! 

She stopped right beside my head and leaned down within inches of my face, her wet red lips providing me with her purely ravishing smile and said, "You know, it would really be a shame to let such a hunk of man like you go to waste. I could do such exciting things with you and that very manly cock of yours."

It was a spectacular view watching her sexy naked body circle around the table around my own naked body.

"I'd really love to show you how much I appreciate being one of your employees Mr. Jacobs. I'd love to share my talents with you."

I gasped as I saw her stare down at my manhood. I felt it slowly grow under her gaze. I just knew my fate was about to change and this was the start of my sexual good fortune. Only I tried to keep my cool as Beth walked around my foot end of the table and back around the top of my head. Her long fingernails lightly brushed my arm as she walked down the other side. Her sexy beauty and nearness, along with the scent of her intoxicating perfume was the tinder to enflame my lust once again. I felt my cock rise off my thigh and slowly work around until it rose above my belly button.

"I told you it would work." I heard Amy calling from the far end of the room.

"Yep, looks like he's ready for day two." Wanda commented very plainly, then barked an order. "Okay, you've got him primed again, that's enough Beth."

"You have got to be kidding me, again!" I roared. Another fucking cock tease!

This only elicited a round of laughter from four of the women and a more serious look from Wanda, who was standing with her hands on her hips at the far end of the table. Looking down past my hard cock I stared at her stern face.

"So, who did we say was going to be next?" Wanda asked looking around the room of naked women.

"Me!" Amy seemed to squeal like a giddy coed. She was literally jumping up and down shaking her perfectly round boobs.

"He's all yours." Wanda waved her hand toward me. 

Amy wasted no time and stepped up to the table and reached out to grab my mostly hard cock. She started to slowly jack me off with her two hands of surprisingly long fingers as they wrapped around my smooth hard shaft. She pumped me up and down for a couple minutes and not surprisingly she brought me to the brink of orgasm quickly, only to stop and wait until the chance of my climax had passed. Her hands hovered over my crotch but she didn't grab my mighty dick again. 

I pumped my hips up trying to get to her lovely hands. 

"It is quite amusing, his hard cock straining and twitching in the air, isn't it ladies?" Amy commented. "Look at his hips pumping up and down trying to fuck something, anything."

All the girls, except Wanda of course, giggled at that and watched my erratic, desperate hip thrusts. 

Then abruptly two heads came down over my chest and two mouths immediately started sucking on my nipples.

"Oh yes!" I groaned out loud. Damn if it didn't feel good as the two women sucked on me. I loved when a women did that. Add to that I felt a hand rubbing up my thigh and the warm fingers crawled up around my scrotum. 

"Yes!" I exclaimed at the direct, thrilling connection between my nips and my balls. It felt incredible!

But then...

Of course the pleasure didn't last. In the next instant I heard three simultaneous groans, one being mine, as my nipples were bitten really hard and the fingers around my ball sac collapsed squeezing to the point of almost extreme pain.

"Shit!" I screamed as the incredible pain from three separate points shot out to the rest of my body and my brain nearly short-circuited. I tried to scream out again, but the sound in my throat was choked off by the tension in my whole body. 

"So, Jack, you see that getting groped and pinched isn't so pleasant after all."

Again I tried to call out but the excruciating pain closed off any attempt at sound. I just gurgled until as if on cue simultaneously all three girls stopped with their pain inducing actions.

"I, I oh fuck that hurt!" I squinted in residual pain, but I was able to focus enough to see Wanda's face and the devilish beaming smile on her lips.

"It's working. Good job ladies."

"Fuck you! I never hurt any of you like that."

"No, maybe not like that, but the harassment has hurt." Wanda very plainly stated as she walked to the side of the table. "Okay who's next?"

"Us!" Rachel and Beth said in unison.

"Go for it." Wanda said as she continued around to my head. "Just relax Jack. I think you may enjoy this."

"Like I have all the other dozen or so fucking nasty tricks you've played on me so far, huh?" I grit my teeth as I watched the two naked women crawl up on the table and squat down over each of my feet. The way they kneeled gave me an excellent view of both of their succulent pussies. Maybe this was going to be somewhat enjoyable after all I thought in the moment.

Beth's pussy was bare except for a thin dark landing strip above. Rachel's was bushy red, almost redder than that on her head. The sight itself drove me nuts. I wanted to reach out and grab a handful of pussy from both women, but with my hands restrained tightly above my head there was no chance of that. But breathing deeply I could smell the arousal in both women.

As I continued to hold my head up and watch they both eased their outer pink pussy folds down over my big toes and when they did they both leaked sex juices all down over my feet. Both pussies were already wet, very wet. They were both incredibly hot and horny and there was nothing I could do about it except watch and enjoy the visual. I did try to move my toes around but it was too much of a strain against the ropes. 

But the girls proceeded to take care of themselves. They attacked one another's clits with their fingers and when they leaned into one another, with their boobs mashing together and their lips connecting my eyes totally bugged out of my head and my tongue, along with my cock swelled. I couldn't believe these chicks! I swore they liked men, at least I thought they did. Maybe they were bi. For my enjoyment in ogling them they had to be bi. They had to still love cock! They had to as I looked down at my huge boner and then beyond to the two squishy wet pussies fucking themselves on my big toes. I never knew toe fucking was such a hot thing for women, but these two really got into it. I could tell it was good for them from all the noise they both were making. 

The flicking of their fingers over their sweet clits picked up tempo and the moaning and groaning between wild ass girl-girl tongue kissing reached a crescendo. They both bounced up and down pumping my big toes squishing in and out. They buried deeper into their pussies as they mutually cried out in delightful orgasmic screams. 

Beth threw her head back, "Fuck yessss!" She screamed in ecstasy as the fiery redhead's finger vibrated on her clit. They both shook and bucked so hard I thought they would break my toes off in their cunts or at the least wrench my feet to sprain my ankles. I wanted to cry out when it hurt, but I more didn't want to impede the wonderful erotic peep show I was getting. I was so fucking hard watching these horny chicks go at it on me. I was so turned on by this whole scene my cock was throbbing and my balls hurt as badly as ever. Even without a touch, the sexy girl-girl show I was being treated to had me so ready I felt an orgasm building within me 

But damn it! I couldn't will myself to cum. My cock just flailed and bobbed above my gut, but with no contact, it wouldn't pop. 

I was going insane. I needed to cum so badly!

I felt Beth's and Rachel's pussies quiver in the final throes of orgasm as they both collapsed into one another's arms panting hard. I found myself breathing rather hard myself, aroused and so ready to burst, wanting one of them to reach out and finish me off. But it was not to happen as they both got up off the table, their purely sexy bodies shiny with perspiration. 

"So did you like the little show?" Wanda asked.

"Fuck! I would have liked it much more if I could have joined them in the big cum," I replied snidely, squirming my bare butt on the table.

Coming back around the conference table Wanda stood above me and leaned down to take my upturned face between her soft hands. "You know, Jack, I'm starting to feel just a little sorry for you," she looked deeply into my eyes. "This afternoon we may give you a little relief."

My jaw dropped and my cock surged anew. I couldn't believe my ears. I had to be delirious. I felt my cock throb as my heartbeat quickened. I was all too anxious to experience a barely hoped for, but long fantasized possibility, the fantasy I had expected when I first walked into that room late Friday afternoon. 

"But first..."

'Whack' 'Whack' I received two bare handed swats to my hard shaft.

"Fuck!" I looked down and saw Amy and Sandy standing on either side of the table with huge grins on their faces. "What the hell was that for?" 

"Just a reminder." Wanda said and nodded her head.

The two girls giggled and then... 'Whack' 'Whack'

I had no idea a direct slap to my manhood could hurt like that, but at the same time it was the first contact to my penis I'd had in a good while and the thick hard pole swelled and surged enough to where I thought I could actually cum if they kept at it. 

"Don't cum Jack! You better not cum." Wanda barked.

"Fucccckk! I can't believe this. I am so close!" 

"Sorry," she calmly said, "but your poor little cock doesn't get to cum yet." 

"Oh fuck Wanda, you gotta let me cum! It hurts! I need to cum now!" I tried to protest with sharp words and the earnest thrusting of my hips into the air. 

This was pure torment; it really was torture, the constant playing and teasing between my legs but with no relief. I suppose the thought of this scenario happening, being slowly stroked, squeezed and teased for hours would have been a pure fantasy before, but going through it for real was no blissful experience.

"Oh, poor Jack. You've gotten to see four naked women and even seen two of them get off on you. Didn't you like all that?" And with that she walked away from the table. 

"I would have fucking liked it much more if I could have willingly participated and fucking cum too." My hips still thrust up. 

"Wanda, it's so amusing, but sooner or later that poor cock of his will spurt off and cum all over his naked self." Sandy offered.

"Oh, Mr. Jacobs, how badly do you need to cum?" Amy asked me smiling.

"His balls must be full of hot cum with all the teasing we've been giving him." Beth added. "It's so mean of us to play with him like this." Then she sprayed me with her spit as she laughed out loud so hard.

"And not let him shoot his nasty, sticky stuff all over the place. Aww, poor thing," Rachel said and then giggled.

"Then maybe its time to let him do it." Wanda calmly and softly said.

"What did you say?" I almost more growled out rather than spoke, whipping my head around to look up at her.

"Time for you to do it and you better do it good." With that Wanda grabbed my hard cock, pulled on it releasing another generous amount of pre-cum and then she smeared it over the rest of my shaft and started pumping me in earnest. 

"You, you are just messing with me again, aren't you?" I asked as I grit my teeth, tensing my ass and trying to stiffen my cock even more in her hand. 

"I can stop if you'd prefer." Wanda said pulling on me hard and then let me go.

"No, no, please!" I called out.

"Then shut up and cum." She grabbed me again and started stroking.

"Oh yes, make it cum, make me cum! Oh fuck yes! Don't stop, please don't stop." I bit my lip and hunched my hips as she pumped me good. I was racing fast to popping off, finally. She had to let me cum this time! "Oh fuck me, yes! I'm gonna cum!"

"Are you ready Jack. Are you ready to cum for us?" Wanda asked all too calmly.

"Yesssss!" I hollered. 

"Yes?"

"Yesssss! Oh fuccckkk yessss!"

"Girls!" Wanda called out.

The next thing I knew a girl grabbed each of my ankles, cut the ropes and abruptly pulled my legs up until my feet were at either side of my head, my bare ass pointing at the ceiling. It all happened so fast! What blood wasn't filling my monster cock had rushed to my head. I was seeing stars as well as the hot, hard throbbing cock of mine aimed directly at my face as Wanda continued to tug away on it.

I was on the very edge of cumming!

"You like being a stud don't you! You like putting this cock inside a hot, wet pussy don't you?"

"Yes! Yes! I love pussy. I want pussy!" I yelled out trying to awkwardly hump my cock faster into her hand as I was straining my back almost upside down on the tabletop. 

I couldn't wait to feel as well as see my climax. Damn I needed to cum!

I didn't have to wait long as I watched and felt Wanda's fingers lightly stroke my balls and continue stroking my extremely hard, fully lengthened shaft, with the totally swollen and purplish cockhead staring me between the eyes. I watched as more pre-cum drooled out the tip and fell in a long silvery strand to smear on my lower lip. I couldn't believe I actually licked and tasted my salty self. I was so fucking crazy hot! 

I was right there...I was going to fucking cum! 

Suddenly Wanda's ball massaging hand grabbed and squeezed hard. 

"Ayeeee!" I screamed out at the pain, but also at the all too real intense feeling of my imminent orgasm. I had never been so ready to cum in my life, but so unable to pop the cork! 

Then...

'Smack!' 'Smack!' two other bare female hands slapped my twitching ass cheeks.

That was all it took! 

I finally I shot off! 

"FFffffuuuccckkk!" I blasted a thick white load down across my forehead and into my right eye. "Fucckkkk!" I cried out again only to have the next stream spray into my mouth. As I gurgled on my spunk another huge shot splattered against my turned cheek. With my head flailing back and forth, I kept cumming and cumming and cumming like I had never cum before. I ejaculated at least another half dozen times and I don't mean little spurts as I humped Wanda's hand. I looked up with my one clear eye seeing each long, thick rope of white jet toward my face and splatter and splash all over me. By the time I was done I knew my face was dripping with cum, dripping down off my chin and down into both ears. I was fucking blissfully covered in my own, white sticky cum! 

And I loved it! I loved cumming! I had cum big time!

The whole time I heard the girls laughing hysterically all around me but I didn't care as the huge release was absolute and pure relief. I collapsed back on the tabletop feeling completely drained, feeling so good and despite the excruciating pain I'd been through leading up to that explosive orgasm I felt as sexually satisfied as I'd ever felt in my life. 




Casual Friday...Exploited



Through my one good eye, the one not plastered in my thick cum, I could see Wanda smiling broadly above me. I could also feel the women tying my feet down again. When I looked down to see them finish lashing me back to the table I also saw I was still hard, my dripping cockhead staring right up at me. Damn! I had needed to cum so badly, had, and figured since I'd been so hard for so long my cock only knew one thing...to be hard and stay hard! 

"Here, let me clean that up for you," Rachel said rather giddily as she quickly came up to start lapping at the globs of cum on my cheek. 

"Stop that!" Wanda barked.

"I can't help it," Rachel said then slurped up another glob before she stood back and grinned licking her sticky lips, "I just love cum." So she does like men! At least she likes cum, my cum! I smiled broadly.

With that new thought in mind I watched as she crawled up on the table and over me until she had her bared sweet ass pointing at my face. She took my cock in her hands and as she started to suck on me she lowered her pussy onto my face. It as much as squished against my mouth and nose, from the extreme wetness of her sopping cunt and the bountiful amount of cum smeared on my face. 

I was still breathing rather hard, but went to eagerly eating her out. As she straddled my face and went to work on my cock I eagerly assaulted her pussy and munched through that red bush of hers and smashing my nose to her clit. She was still so wet from her sexy escapade with Beth my face was soaked in her further juices in no time. I attacked her clit, flicking and sucking furiously. Amazingly I started to feel a major tingle in my cock being sucked hard in Rachel's loving mouth!

I continued to assault her swollen cunt and erect clit. I sucked that bulging bead it into my mouth and sucked on it until she groaned all over my cock. I didn't let up for a second as she sucked just as hard on my manhood. I felt her clit swell up between my lips even more and knew she was about to cum. She squirmed her ass over me and her pussy squished more tightly still to my drenched face. I started to hum all over it partly because she was sucking so hard on me I thought she was going to suck my cock right off my body. 

But then Rachel got distracted as she went right over the sexy edge as her body started convulsing, she shook and shivered above me as her whole cunt pulsated in my mouth. She came so hard and shook so violently her pussy almost suffocated me as she squashed it hard and sloppy down onto my whole face. 

Within in all that, I could also feel her teeth bearing down on my manhood. I cringed but suddenly realized I was cumming too!

I was cumming again! I couldn't believe it. 

How in the hell was I supposed to cum again after that recent massive blowout? 

But I did! I felt and heard the sexy redhead suck it all down, too. She drained another full load out of me as I moaned up into her fiery fucking wet bush. 

"So you get enough man-cum yet Rachel?" I heard Amy ask.

"Mmm, oh yes, not bad. He's got a good cum. And wow, does he give up a lot of that good stuff." I could feel her sit up as she rested her nearly her whole body weight on my head, her pussy nice and flush to my smiling face. They couldn't see the proud pussy eating smile I had on my lips, but it was just as well probably. 

Rachel finally did get up, but before I could hardly take my next breath another pussy was on my face. Whoever it was had jumped on me so fast I had no idea whose delicious cunt it was I tasted. But damn it was good! After a bit the chick eased back and gave me just enough room to open my eyes, the one now mostly washed of my cum by Rachel's sexy juices, and found myself facing a thin landing strip of trimmed dark pubes, square between my eyes.

It was Beth.

I still hadn't recovered from my latest orgasm so I was breathing still a bit heavily and with a pussy smashing down onto my mouth and nose I really had a tough time getting any air. But after several seconds I took as big a breath as I could and started plunging my long tongue into Beth's extra juicy pussy. I swear she was wetter than Rachel was! As I did her, again I felt a warm mouth swallow my cock. This time however I could tell I was no longer hard. That was asking was too much for a guy of any age! But whoever it was did a great job as she swallowed my whole soft cock into her mouth. She was so active and so eager in her sucking I swore she was thought she could get me hard again, but it was a lost cause as my poor wilted penis wasn't cooperating this time. But I so totally got into Beth's hot wet pussy I didn't care what was happening down below on me. That scrumptious pussy was so delicious I was able to ignore my manhood for the first time in the last couple of days. I flicked my tongue up through the thick pink lips, stuck it in and swirled it around getting as much pussy juice as I could suck out of her. 

Damn if Beth's cunt wasn't totally hot and absolutely dripping delicious! 

Whoever was blowing me may have been even better than Beth I soon found out as stroked me and sucked me and in no time, incredibly, had me mostly hard again! But I never slowed sucking Rachel's clit into my mouth while the mystery mouth did the same with most of my newly hard cock in her hot mouth. That chick had to be deep throating me, not many girls could get that much of me into her mouth. But then I was distracted again as I felt Rachel tense up and her legs squeezed my head between her luscious warm thighs. I had her clit full between my lips and as she shimmied on my face I started to hum on the little red pebble like I'd done with her chick lover Beth.

Suddenly with my ears crushed to the side of my head I heard the muffled screams above me, "Yes! Yes! Yessss!" And instantly I felt successive juicy squirts on my face and into my mouth. The woman was fucking cumming and cumming like crazy, just like a man, raining her cum all down on me. I had never had a woman do that before.

It was so fucking hot! 

I was good and knew it! I had gotten another woman off and there was so much cum of mine and theirs all over my face. But before I realized what was happening I felt that familiar pressure build up in my balls and that wondrous mystery mouth drawing another load of hot cum up out of them and up through my meaty fuck tube one more time. I easily expected it to be a measly tweaker of a cum but with her hands playing with my balls and mouth pulling on my manhood I shot off hard.

"Fuccckkk!" I yelled out, screaming into Rachel's sopping cunt then hovering just above my face. I came, but it was damn was it painful this time. I couldn't believe I had had anything left, but the mystery woman found it and sucked it out of me, but fuck it hurt! As I spurted off a third and fourth rope of jism into her mouth it almost literally burned. "Oh fuck, oh stop!" But she wouldn't until she had pumped and sucked out the very last drop. 

I was beyond exhausted! I felt raw.

As Rachel eased up off my face, I looked down between her legs and saw Amy lifting her head from my crotch wiping the remnants of my cum from her lips and chin. She smiled and winked at me. 

"Fine work ladies, great work. That's three times. I didn't know he had it in him, but since we're on a roll let's just see how much more we can get out of these poor wrinkled things." Wanda gave my balls a squeeze, thankfully not a ball-busting squeeze, but as drained as they felt, it still hurt.

I grunted and cringed. 

"What should we do for Jack now, Beth?"

"Hmm, I think he's earned another blowjob." Rachel answered grinning down at me.

"You women are fucking crazy!" I bellowed out. 

"Ok." Wanda ignored me. "Do you want to do it?" She asked the redhead as she rolled my balls in her palm.

"Nah, let's all take turns," Rachel said and reached out to grasp my very wilted and messy manhood between two fingers. 

Even that touch stung some. I grunted again and my eyes widened. "Fuck no! Enough! That's enough, I can't...shit! I can't!" 

"What's wrong Jack?" Wanda said grinning herself now. "Isn't this a dream of yours, to cum and cum and cum and not stop cumming?"

I was so perturbed with her I slammed my head back against the table so hard I saw those stars circling again.

"Careful, Jack, we don't want you passing out on us, not just yet anyway." She gave my balls a good squeeze.

My hips jutted up and my ass flexed in pain. "Fuck you!"

"Jack, Jack, I already told you that surely isn't going to happen. But I do think you can keep it going for us. We'll find out stud." Wanda stepped away from the table. "He's all yours girls. Make his day, again." 

At that the other four girls crawled up on the conference table and got situated around my thighs and hips. Each one took a turn their leaning over and kissing my still wilted cock. I looked down, mingled cum somewhat clouding both eyes and licking the cum my lips as I watched each woman alternately lower her head to my manhood. It was an incredibly erotic sight with four sexy naked women giving my cock a wet kiss. I felt some pain though as the skin of my poor guy felt rubbed nearly raw in some places. But the scene and sensations were overwhelming enough that before I knew I was witnessing a four-way kiss of my growing fuck pole. They kissed and licked and kissed and licked over and over, each one taking a turn trapping my cockhead in her mouth and giving me a hard suck there. Each time I cringed and inhaled sharply. This had to be what guys that were into it loved, the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. For me it was all pain, but as I started to moan loudly, I knew it was starting to fall between the hurt of the repeated rawness and thrill of being hard again. 

But even as hard as I was I knew I couldn't cum, not again so soon.

Until...

I felt a hand gently rub across my thigh and down between my legs. But it was the wet finger that slowly slipped in between my ass cheeks and entered my puckered hole that sent me whirling. With the suddenness of that penetration, the subsequent pressure on my prostate and the pleasurable group grope of my cock and balls I could actually feel my flag pole stand up perfectly tall and proud. I lifted my ass up off the table, the long finger still inside probing, while two other warm hands cupped my flexing backside as I pumped my hips up and down between four pairs of beautiful lips and four lovey faces, blonde, brunette, brown and redhead. 

I pumped up with what flexibility I had still being bound, groaning in a blissful pain. Everything hurt, but everything felt so erotically fantastic at the same time! 

"Mmm, you look so pitiful." Rachel commented. "You must really want to cum again."

"No! Yes! Fuck it yes!" I began thrusting up as much as I could. I did want to cum again, no matter how much it hurt. 

But it still wouldn't pop off! "Fuck! Fuck it!" 

"Oh poor baby, you can't cum. Even with my finger stuck up your ass, you can't cum." Beth said in a mocking voice.

Wanda stepped up. "Does the poor baby need a kiss on his sore pee-pee?" With that she leaned in between the heads of Amy and Sandy with her own pursed red lips and kissed the tip of my manhood. She looked me right in the eye and kept her lips there. 

Before I even felt it I saw the white stuff shoot up between her lips. She immediately eased back and the other four heads came forward and I watched as two, not so impressive, streaks of white squirt up between their faces and lips.

"Oh shit, that actually hurts. Oh fuck me!" I convulsed and tried to get my cock away from them and actually tried to stop oozing out any more cum. It all literally burned! 

"Fuck me!" 

A couple of the girls laughed hysterically again. 

I panted hard at the exertion and the pain. It seemed like I had been cumming forever and guess I had been all afternoon, evening, whatever time it was. But this last round had me not only gasping for breath harder than ever but everything started to fade and I must have finally passed out. 

When I finally came to, I found the room was mostly dark, save for the two can lights directly over the conference room table that shown directly down on my naked body. It was also totally quiet. It was also obvious the women had left. I only wondered if it was for the night again. I didn't know what time it was at all. 

I mostly couldn't believe I was still tied to the fucking table!

I lay there, staring up at the ceiling for I don't know how long feeling like a complete idiot. 

*****

I awoke the next morning expecting, well, I don't know what I was expecting, but I did know my back was sore and my mouth and throat were dry. Every inch of me ached from the successive days of lying on that hard wooden table top; a certain part of me still felt and looked raw. I looked down at my limp manhood and saw it flopped over on my thigh. 

Suddenly the conference room door opened and in strode Wanda...just Wanda.

"Good morning, Jack," she said walking in with a box that she sat down on a chair. 

"Oh, did the rest of your bitches in crime leave you hanging this morning?" I boldly guffawed with a dry gravelly voice.

She didn't say a word but instead did a slow walk around the conference room table, looking at my body but not once did she look into my eyes. On the start of her second loop around she slowed, crossed her arms over her chest and then slowly looked up to my face. There was no smile, no real expression at all on that face. Finally she stopped at the end of the long table, between my bound feet, looking up over my body, to stare me directly in the eye. 

"I'm not going to ask you if you slept well as you know I've, we've, watched you most of the night from the camera feed. You were very restless, Jack. I knew you snored as I've heard you in your office some afternoons when you act like you're working behind that locked door, but actually you're taking a nap. But you know, I've never heard you talking in your sleep. You said some interesting things last night though."

"I don't talk in my fucking sleep!" There was that dry gravelly voice again. "Hey, I need something to drink."

"I have some water for you, but we do have it on tape and you do indeed talk in your sleep, at least you did last night." Even in the relative shadow I swore I saw a grin break across her face at that last comment. "But first I'm going to let you go to the bathroom to relieve what you have stored up from yesterday."

"So the girls are out there after all. They are waiting to come in and abuse me again and take me to the damn ladies room, aren't they?"

"No." She said simply and then reached out to undo a knot in the rope tied over my left ankle.

"Then how are you..."

"Shut up Jack." She said as she freed my left foot. "I know you understand how wrong it will be to do anything negative to any of us and to do anything rash this morning. We've all agreed we've dealt sufficient enough punishment so if you agree we'll just call it all even for both parties. Is it a deal?"

"What?" My dry throat squeaked out.

"We'll have the video and pics of all the harassment from before and even more when we add the, uh, let's just say unusual and embarrassing activities you have engaged in with us rather acceptingly the last couple of days. At least so it will appear on screen, especially when Sandy edits them just right. All that is enough to keep you quiet and cooperative I think."

"You've thought of everything again haven't you?" I laid my head down and stared at the ceiling. "Don't answer that, I know you always do. You have one hell of a mind Wanda, one hell of a devious mind." 

What was I supposed to do? I sure as hell had no intention of losing my company or being the embarrassment of the town, even if it meant letting all these sadistic bitches keep their jobs. I almost choked on my words, but spoke clearly and deliberately. 

"Okay. Fine. You win. Now let me up from here."

Wanda one by one undid the ropes on my other foot and then my hands. But even sitting up was a chore for me. I was more tight and sore than I first had realized. She stood back and didn't help me up but when I tried to be cute and jump off the side of the table I nearly buckled and fell right to the carpet. She quickly came up and grabbed my arm and put her hand behind my head to keep it from slamming back against the table edge. 

I looked up at her and saw a new expression on her face. It wasn't all compassionate but it was softer and somewhat caring, more emotion than I'd seen in the entirety of her time working for me. 

I got my balance somewhat but she still had to help me up.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"You're welcome." She replied softly. "Now go to the bathroom and get back here quick or I'll be forced to make you lie back down and tie you up again." 

I didn't say another word but instead turned and walked out of the room rubbing my sore wrists and made my way to the men's room. As a matter of rote, I peed, I even washed my hands, and walked directly back to the conference doorway and stood there still completely naked. I stood there looking at Wanda as she placed two cups on the table. I looked at her and also saw something more of the woman than the bitch that had been barking orders and threatening me all weekend. I saw my very beautiful executive assistant again. She was dressed in a short, very thin sundress and at the moment that nice round, tight backside of hers was staring up at me as she bent over to pick up a rope that had fallen on the floor.

Why didn't I cut and run? Yes, she and the women had lots of incriminating crap on me, but suddenly there was something else. I didn't know what, but... 

"Oh, you're back." Wanda stood and saw me standing in the doorway. "Come over here and have your breakfast." She patted the table top next to the two cups.

I walked to the table and reached out for the cup of water. I drank it down and enjoyed it more than I had Saturday morning's cup. She took the lid off the other cup and handed that to me. 

"Here's another smoothie, the same as yesterday expect without the special ingredient."

"So what is with the soft sell this morning? You have me by the balls, you all do. Why not humiliate me some more. Hell, why not extort a ton of cash from me why don't you? If you think that evidence is as good as you think, you could probably take my whole damn company from me."

"Wow! Where did all that come from? Give the man a cool drink of water and he is neither satisfied nor calmed." She took the first empty cup and walked over to the trash can in the corner of the room and pitched it in. With her back still to me she asked, "You don't really want to leave do you?"

"What?" I said and took a gulp of the chocolate smoothie. 

"You really don't want to leave this morning, do you? I mean, you could have high tailed it out of here the minute you walked out that door to go to the bathroom. " 

"I don't know what you're trying to say. You have me by the balls, hell you even have me by the spunk, or what's left of it, inside these balls of mine with all the incriminating video evidence you have of me." I took another gulp as I looked at her bared suntanned shoulders with the long brown hair flowing down the middle of them.

"Jack, as smart as you think I am, you and I both know what we have on you a good lawyer, your good sleazy lawyer, could get you out of this in a heartbeat." She turned around finally and stared at me in that familiar pose with her arms across her ample chest. 

It wasn't until then I realized her bosom was very gloriously displayed in a deep scoop neckline. She pushed up that cleavage just as I was trying to swallow another gulp of smoothie and I gagged trying to inhale at the sight at the same time.

"Are you okay?"