7 comments/ 69503 views/ 17 favorites Pissed Off By: peebudy It was supposed to be her night. It was her birthday on Friday, and it was a long hard week at work for Rose. All she asked for was a nice dinner, some dancing, and then to be brought home and tended to. She even made arrangement for the kids to go to her sisters, so he could take the entire weekend to please her. Well, like Meatloaf once sang, "don't be sad, two out of three ain't bad!" John called in some favors to get a reservation at The Prime, which is one of the hardest places to get into in town. Dinner started with shrimp cocktail, raw oysters and steamed clams, because he knew Rose loved seafood. The martini's were a nice touch too, and Rose started to feel the pressures of the week melt away. Rose had twin broiled lobster tails and John had a 20-oz Angus porterhouse for their main courses, and of course, they shared a nice bottle of Merlot while they ate. Rose could feel the wetness building in between her legs, as her birthday night was starting just how she had wanted. They skipped dessert, since they were both full, and John absolutely despises it when the wait staff comes to the table to sing Happy Birthday, embarrassing the recipient and spoiling the atmosphere of a nice quiet restaurant. Next stop, Club Savannah, where their favorite local jazz band was playing. The place was packed, but they didn't mind, since they spent most of the night on the dance floor. John felt proud as he could see the eyes of the other men checking out his wife. Even after five years of marriage, Rose had maintained her athletic figure from college. He looked at her as she spun in the new black dress she bought for the evening, and knew he was a very lucky man. A swimmer and runner in college, Rose had a very athletic build for a woman. She was 5-foot-8, with broad shoulders and a strong neck, from years of competing in the butterfly, her favorite stroke. She worked hard to regain her thin waistline after the kids, and the little black dress ended about halfway down her thighs, showing off her tight and muscular legs. Her breasts were average size, but they were on full display thanks to the plunging neckline of the new dress, and the Victoria's Secret wonder bra pushing them up from below. John always joked that it's called a wonder bra because anyone who knows her would take one look and ask "I wonder where those came from!" And when the light caught her just the right way, he could see the thing he loved the most, which were her extremely large and sensitive nipples. John had never seen a woman with such large nipples until he met Rose. They were almost three-quarters of an inch long when erect, and as big around as his little finger. And there seemed to be a direct connection from her nipples to her clitoris, because any time John pinched, pulled or nipped at them, Rose would immediately become wet and randy. He always thought that if he had enough time, he could make her cum from just touching her nipples and nothing else. John and Rose always let themselves go wild on the dance floor and tonight was no exception. They let the music move them and they were very good dance partners, anticipating each others movements, as they improvised through the song. During one rather fast number, John twirled Rose, her black dress flaring out as she spun, treating everyone on the dance floor to a nice view of her black, silk thong, and the globes of her ample bottom. Even with all her postpartum exercise, Rose still carried a little extra weight back there, but being an ass-man, John didn't mind in the least. The band played a slow song next, and John pulled Rose close to him, and sang softly in her ear, as he felt her rock hard nipples drilling into his chest. "This is everything I was hoping for and more." Rose whispered back in his ear, "I can't wait to get home to receive the last part of my birthday present." John knew she was alluding to the hours of attention she was anticipating to be lavished upon her nipples, cunt and clit, and his cock started to stir thinking about it. He slowly slid his hands down her back, and then up under her dress, and cupped the fullness of her firm globes in his hands. "MMMMmmmmm" she purred, and nuzzled her head into the nape of his neck. The dance floor was crowded and nobody could see what they were doing, so John continued to gently fondle her bare ass cheeks while they were grinding their crotches into each other, enjoying this slow dance to the fullest. The band took a break after they finished that song, and Rose suggested they should go home. She noticed that John's eyes were a little bloodshot from all the drinking, and didn't want to miss the last part of her birthday present. Since she didn't have anything to drink at the club, she drove home, and John rested in the passenger seat. "He'd better just be resting" she thought to herself as she was driving, watching his eyes stay closed for longer and longer periods before they would reopen. Feeling his hands on her bare ass in public like that had her pussy swollen and leaking, and she was starting to get worried that he would not be able to deliver. She no sooner pulled the van into the garage, than John's eyes shot open and he yelled "Race ya upstairs!" He knew how competitive she was, as she threw off her seat belt and jumped out of the car. They came crashing through the door to the house, and were pushing and pulling on each other on the way up the stairs, jockeying for position. They burst through the bedroom door like a bag of hand grenades, and started stripping off their clothes. Rose won (of course) as John was having trouble maintain his balance while hopping around trying to get his pants off. Rose hopped on the bed, totally naked, and giggled at John as he wrestled to get his pants and sock off. She was lazily stroking her pussy and rubbing her right tit, waiting for him to join her on the bed. Finally naked, John dove on the bed, landing between Rose's stretched legs, and started kissing, sucking and nibbling at her breast. "Ahhhhhhhh" a long, low sigh came from Roses lips, as she was settling in for the third part of her present. She felt the head of John's hard cock poking at her pussy, and it slipped right in. She was already wet on the ride home, but the attention that he was paying to her nipples had her flooding her crotch with her sweet cream. John's head was spinning as he started fucking her slowly. "How many martini's did I have" he was thinking to himself, as he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, and frankly a little exhausted from running up the stairs. He was trying to rally, knowing how much Rose looks forward to hours of sexual pleasure on her birthday, but the effects of all the alcohol were taking their toll on him. "OH NO!" he thought to himself, as he felt his cock start to spasm, and fill Rose's cunt with his spunk. He was so drunk that he didn't even feel his orgasm building up within him. "Sorry babe, I'll have to give you a rain check for tomorrow" he slurred, and rolled off of her onto his pillow. Before Rose could even get out the words "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?", she heard him snoring on the other side of the bed. "SON OF A BITCH!" she said to nobody in particular, and rubbed herself to an orgasm to get herself to sleep. As he was emerging from his slumbers, the first thing John felt was the pounding in his head from all the drinks last night. The second thing he felt was the velvety smooth lips that were moving up and down over his morning wood. The events of the previous night were running through his head as he struggled to open his eyes, and he couldn't believe that Rose wasn't pissed at him. He blinked several times before his eyes could open and focus, and smiled down at Rose as she slowly sucked his cock. "Do you like the way this feels?" she asked, smiling back up at him. "You know I do" he said, and he tried to reach down to run his hand through her hair. However, he could only move his hand about 6 inches, before he felt the restraint around his wrist. He tried to move his other hand, and found that was restrained too. His eyes looked down past Rose, and saw the silk scarves that had his ankles tied to the lower bed posts as well. He looked into Rose's eyes with an express that said "what the fuck?" "You owe me, you bastard" Rose said with a mischievous smile, and removed her lips from his cock. "I'm sorry baby", John pleaded, "but I guess I had too much to drink last night." "Untie me and I'll make it up to you." "Not a chance cowboy", she replied, "you had your shot and you blew it, and so today I'm going to take what you were supposed to give me last night." "But wait...you can't be serious." John protested. "I'm dead serious", Rose retorted, as she pulled out the black sleep mask from under her pillow, and placed it over his eyes, slipping the elastic band around the back of his head. Tied up and now blindfolded, John knew that he was now totally at her mercy. Yes, she certainly was competitive, and wouldn't be denied the pleasure that she had coming to her. Rose crawled up his body, one knee on each side of his legs, and felt the tickle of her first pubic hair that came into contact with his penis. He couldn't believe the heightened sensations that the blindfold was providing. He actually smelled the scent of her pussy before he felt the wetness, as she dropped herself down on the underside of his cock, her swollen labia hanging down over each side of his shaft. He wasn't inside her. Instead, his cock was laying straight up and flat against his lower stomach, with Rose sitting down upon it. He felt her start to shift her hips forward and back, and her wet pussy was rubbing up and down the underside of his shaft. She tilted her pelvis a little forward, and he then felt the hard nubbin of her clit rubbing back and forth, from the base of his balls to the ridge of the helmet of his cock head. "Mmmmmmmmm", he heard her long, throaty groan, and knew she must be tugging and pinching her own nipples as she used him as a human vibrator. "If you untie me, I could pinch those nipples for you", he said smugly, showing off that he could tell what she was doing from the sounds of her moans. "Don't make me gag you too." she said, as she reached down and pinched his nipples hard, feeling his cock twitch as he yelled out in pain. "OWWWWWW" he yelped, and she jammed her fingers into his open mouth to quiet him down. John tasted the tell tale flavor of her pussy on her fingers, so he knew she'd been up and busy for awhile. At this point he decided to sit back and enjoy the ride, as he slowly licked and sucked her cream off of her hand. Rose's other hand was pulling on her nipple, and the feeling of John's tongue swirling around her fingers was sending her closer to climax. She started rubbing herself faster over John's cock, and he could hear her breath coming in shorter bursts, knowing she was about to come. "Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS" she screamed, as the first wave of orgasm took over her body. He felt her cum dripping over his cock and was trying to buck his hips, as he was close to cumming too. A few stroked later, as Rose's climax was subsiding, she lifted herself up, and giggled as she saw John's cock spring up off his belly and twitch and jerk, almost begging to be brought to climax. "Oh no you don't" she warned, "this is MY day, remember?" John felt her get up off the bed and start walking toward the bedroom door, and he started to panic. "Where you going?" his voice almost cracking. "Downstairs to get a bite to eat." she replied, continuing toward the door. "WAIT! You can't leave me like this." he pleaded. "Why not?" she teased, "that's how you left me last night." "But I got to take a piss" he begged, "just let me up to go to the bathroom, and you can tie me right back up when I'm done" "You should have thought about that last night!" was all she said, and he heard her footsteps heading down the hall, and then down the stairs. John's mind went from worrying about cumming, to worrying about pissing. He couldn't help but start taking mental inventory of how much he drank last night. Was it two martinis? No three. Half a bottle of wine. And how many beers at the club? It was hot and we were working up a sweat dancing...three? four? "SHIT!" All this thought about liquid beverages was not helping the urgent feeling in his groin. He and Rose had tried wet sex once, but that was back when they were dating, and in the shower. Now he's left here to either burst his bladder, or piss on himself in his own bedroom. Still blindfolded, he had no idea what time of day it was or how long she had been out of the room. He was concentrating so much on the pressure in his bladder, that he didn't hear her sneak back into the room. She was getting quite a kick out of watching him squirm on the bed, tugging at his restraints. Then she saw it. The first dribble of yellow spilled out of the top of his cock, dripping down the shaft and over his balls. "OH NO" John said to the empty room, knowing that the dam had been cracked, and the flood would soon follow. His cock twitched a couple of times, and then the thick stream of yellow burst from his dick shooting all the way up to his chest. He felt the warm piss spreading up over his chest, and could smell its pungent odor the closer it got to his face. The release of his bladder felt great, but he could not see or control where his stream was being directed, and the more he let himself go, the higher up his body it would reach. Rose was choking back her laughter as she watched John piss on himself. She was really turned on the first time they experimented with golden showers, but thought it might ruin the relationship if she let on how much she liked it while they were just dating. She was looking for a way to introduce it back into their married sex life, and was proud of herself for finding the perfect way. When his piss stream rose to the level of hitting him square in the face, it sent an electric charge directly to her clit, and she moaned involuntarily. "ROSE!" John pleaded, piss falling into his open mouth as he yelled her name. "Shhhhh, honey" she whispered from across the room. "It is so fucking hot watching you piss yourself, be quiet and enjoy it." And enjoying it he was. Rose thought she saw him swallow the accidental mouthful of piss. He did. John too was really turned on by wet sex. Rose didn't know that when she was out of town, or went to bed early, he would regularly piss himself while reading golden showers stories online and jerking off. He too wanted to make this part of their regular love making, but was always afraid that Rose would think he was weird. Rose was getting extremely hot watching this little show, and moved herself to the side of the bed. As John's stream was slowing down, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into his yellow fountain. John could feel her hot breath on his cock, so he knew she was near. The next sensation blew his mind, as he felt her soft, plump lips close around his cock while he was still pissing. Her spasms from her throat rippled up through his cock and he knew she was swallowing his golden nectar. When he finally stopped pissing, he felt her lips leave his cock again, and then was shocked when her lips pressed on his, and she shared the last mouthful of piss with him. She watched his cock jerk and spasm as their tongues explored each others mouths, and she knew she had herself a piss buddy. "You made quite a mess John, let me dry off your face" she said, and John looked forward to the soft feeling of a dry towel. Instead, he felt the downy touch of her moist pubic hair, as she dropped herself down and started rubbing her mound all over his face. Her cunt was already sopping with her juices, and she was getting even more excited lewdly rubbing herself on his head, feeling his piss soaking into her pubes. His tongue was darting out trying to find her pussy or clit, but she kept wiggling herself away from it every time it would get close. She appreciated the gesture, but she was really getting off being in total control. With another wiggle, she got herself in perfect position, and started fucking her clit up and down the bridge of his nose now. Her hands returned to her tits and she started bucking up and down on his face using his nose as a tiny dildo. Every now and then her bucking would lift the blindfold, and John would find himself looking directly into her chocolate brown asshole. John started wiggling his head back and forth, rubbing his nose side to side over her clit as she bucked up and down, which sent her into another mind blowing orgasm. Hearing her cum again, his cock started twitching, hoping that it would finally get some attention. Still sitting on his face like a pillow, he felt her reach out and take his neglected member into her hands. She stared rubbing it up and down, and then he felt an unknown tightness. While still trying to figure out what was causing that tightness, Rose returned her lips to his cock and started sucking him. A few minutes in, her lips again left his cock. "You still got more work to do mister" she said, and he realized she just rolled a cock ring down to the base of his shaft, and he couldn't cum now even if she wanted him to. Rose went back to sucking John's cock, while raising her hips up off his face. John breathed deep, with his nose finally free of her snatch. He was just starting to relax, enjoying the electric feeling of her lips on his cock, when he felt it. The hot jet of her piss splashed over his forehead, drenching his hair and running down over his face. Rose had released her bladder, which took him by surprise, still being blindfolded. She started rocking her hips, covering the entire upper half of his body with her warm yellow offering. Then she relaxed her knees and dropped her pissing cunt directly on his mouth. Self defense kicked in and he started drinking and swallowing as fast as he could, trying not to drown, but enjoying each mouthful as it went down. John felt her pussy clench and her stream stopped abruptly, as she lifted her head off his cock and stood up on her knees. She pulled the blindfold off his eyes, and kissed him deeply again on the lips. "I want you to watch this" she said, as she crawled back down the bed, and squatted just above his crotch, his pleading member sticking straight up in the air. Rose closed her eyes and started pissing again, this time aiming her spray at his cock and balls. John was craning his neck to watch this beautiful scene, and her piss almost seemed hotter now that he could watch it leaving the folds of her cunt. Rose lifted herself up high, grabbing his rigid cock with her right hand, and then dropping her ass straight down on it, burying it deep within her asshole, thanks to the warm lubrication of her piss. Flexing her knees, she started fucking her ass up and down on his steel hard cock, still pissing over his crotch and stomach. She knew she could keep up like this for as long as she wanted, the cock ring keeping him from cumming, but the look in his eyes was telling her that it was time to let him in on this game. Pulling herself up, she heard his cock leave her tight asshole with a pop, and she reached down and took off the cock ring slowly, taking care not to make him cum from the sensation of removing it. She then dropped herself back down on him, this time impaling her cunt on his emancipated penis. With the sudden rush of blood back to his cock, the feeling of being in her pussy was magnified, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. While finally fucking herself on his cock, Rose leaned forward to grab the pair of scissors off the end table. With two quick snips she cut the scarves from the bed posts and his hands immediately went to her sensitive tits and nipples. Pissed Off! I guess when Colleen pissed me off she REALLY PISSED ME OFF! Here's proof of what can happen when you cross a nice guy. We had gone out that night and as usual she was her argumentative bitchy self (what else was new?). Lord knows what I saw in her. Maybe it was her 5'2' petite frame, half inch nipples and an ass that was perfect. Her red hair, green eyes and pretty face brought it all together as a nice package. So there you go! I fell in lust with her. But she was still a bitch! Especially when she drank too much. That night she took no time in busting my chops about the smallest thing. I'll spare you the details, since to do so will not only put me in a bad mood but probably you too. She did look great! My favorite red spaghetti strapped dress that draped over her ass and thighs. Colleen always wore this dress without a bra, so her big nipples would stand out. They were delicious. As the night progressed, her mood worsened. After awhile I couldn't take it any longer and told her I was taking her home. By now she was drunk and behaving like a foul mouthed sailor (no offense to sailors). While in the car she got herself so worked up about heading home earlier than she wanted to that she slapped me. That did it! As I drove, I stewed. Getting angrier and angrier. Not realizing that I was headed in the wrong direction and into a bad part of town. Colleen had essentially passed out after her violent out burst. A van pulled along side us at the light. In it were three thug looking types. They looked over and spotted Colleen, whose head was leaning against the window. I don't know what prompted it, but I started to toucher her tits while they watched! Needless to say they went while at the sight. I continued to drive on, and they followed. Pulling along side at every light. By now I had Colleen's tits pulled out and in full view. She was semi awake and started to enjoy the attention her nipples were getting, still unaware of the "audience" . At one point, the driver of the van motioned for me to pull over. Which surprisingly enough I did. I wasn't afraid or concerned, maybe I too had too much to drink. But in any event I complied. One guy, black as night, jumped out of the van and came over to my side of car. He asked if he could have a closer look at Colleen's tits. I said "Of course!", but not here. He told me there was a motel up ahead and we pull in there. I surprised hm, when I told him not only would I pull in but I would get a room. He ran back to the van and the thugs laughed loudly. Colleen was oblivious to where we were. Not being a stranger to motel rooms, I was sure that she didn't care either. After checking in, I drove to our room. I helped Colleen out of the car and inside. She started to bitch again. I told her to just shut the fuck up and that I had a surprise for her. With that I motioned my new "friends" to come in. There were three of them. Two were very tall and muscular, the other of short stature but powerfully built. He looked like a bull/man. Colleen looked around and said, "Oh, it's party time!" My "friends" wasted no time and all three joined her on the bed. Their hands were all over her. On her tits, between her thighs, on her ass. All over. One of them started to kiss her face, mouth and neck. Colleen let out a low moan. Knowing how she felt about minorities, particularly blacks, I was surprised at her reaction. I sat down and watched. By now she was on her back. The Bull/man was between her thighs and licking her pussy. I could see his tongue going up and down her pussy lips, from time to time he would suck her clit and dart his tongue in and out of her ass hole. As he did this, another was sucking on her nipples. His sucking had made them fully erect. Colleen moaned again. Another tongued her mouth. Colleen stirred. The guy who was kissing her, kneeled by her head and opened his zipper. His cock jumped out. He rubbed it all over her face and mouth. He then forced it in. Colleen's half-closed eyes, gazed at the cock before her. She didn't have a choice. He started to pump his cock into her mouth. By now the Bull/man was slurping her pussy and the guy on her nipples had been biting and sucking them so hard that there were welts all over her tits. I watched as they devoured her. The guy whose cock was in her mouth, let out a loud animal like groan and came in her mouth. He pulled it out as if he was proud of his deed and let his cum ooze out and onto her face. Bull/man now had his pants down and was shoving one of the fattest cocks I had ever seen into her pussy. He had pulled her down towards him and her legs were over his shoulders. Wooompf......Wooompf.....Wooompf.... was all you could here with each deep stroke. All of a sudden, Bull/man pulled out and flipped her over. It was incredible to see the ease in which he did it, as if she was a rag doll. The Nipple Sucker, now had his cock in her mouth. Bull/man parted Colleen's ass cheeks and with full force plunged his massive cock into her ass hole. This time she let out a moan. As he humped her ass, she began to suck the Nipple Sucker's cock more vigorously. The first guy who had cum, was now jerking off as he watched as I did. I couldn't believe he was ready again in such a short time. Colleen made muffled sounds as she sucked Nipple Sucker's cock. She had no control. His cock, which was not as large as the others would disappear all the way to his balls in her mouth. Meanwhile, Bull/man continued...Wooompf....Wooompf.. Wooompf! The two in rhythm. I could tell that Bull/man was ready to cum and that he did! He let out a yell as he exploded! He filled her ass hole with cum. It was as if a glass of milk had been poured over her ass. Then Nipple Sucker seeing his friend, also came. His cum gushed out, He pulled his cock out of her mouth and the cum went all over her face and hair. Colleen's face was beet red from the fucking and the wad on it made quite a contrast. I sat and absorbed it all, and felt somehow avenged by my "friends". The next morning Colleen was quiet. Her only complaint was that her asshole was sore and her nipples ached. She was totally unaware about the "feast" that had taken place and thought that I alone had ravished her. She treated me differently from that night on. I guess I should've done it sooner. Pissed Off Bitch Your at home and a girl that you always thought was a bitch but was very attractive comes pounding on your door. You open the door and she immediately starts yelling at you saying she knows you've been cheating with her boyfriend. You, of course, have no idea what the fuck she is talking about and deny any such accusation. This is one pissed off chick though and soon attacks you. The two of you go down and are wrestling on the floor. She is tearing off your clothes and you rip hers off as well. Out of nowhere she all of the sudden sticks her tongue down your throat. You are so surprised by this but it turns you on like never before. On an impulse you shout, "You fucking bitch. Look what you've done to my clothes. Just for that I'm gonna make you tongue fuck my ass you fucking piece of shit." Without waiting for an answer you grab her by the hair and shove her face into your ass. She seems to be equally turned on and starts jamming her stiff tongue in and out of your ass real fast. She asks in a bitchy voice, "Is that what you want you fucking cunt? You like my hot tongue in your ass don't you, you fucking bitch? Hmm? I'll tongue fuck your ass. I'll fuck the shit out of it." She then goes at with all her might. As fast as she can. You respond by bending over and sticking ass straight out and spread your ass cheeks apart so she can really go at it. You yell, "That's it bitch. Tongue fuck my ass nice and hard. Oh yeah. Stick your tongue deep inside my dirty asshole and taste my shit you mother fucking cunt. That's it. Bury that tongue deep in my ass." She asks, "You love my tongue in your ass don't you? My hot tongue in your nasty ass you fucking slut. I think it's time for you to tongue fuck my asshole now you fucking piece of shit." She gets up and now your going at her asshole with the same aggression. The two of you take it to the bedroom and start working on each others pussies. Licking and fingering pussies and asses with the same nonstop anger that you have for each other. Each one trying to verbally out do the other girl in the anger department. Each one trying to gain control of the other and fighting to be the boss. After this goes on for a while you bust out with a strap on and say, "I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you now you fucking slut." Her eyes go wide with delight and she barks, "Ok bitch. Fuck the shit out of me and I mean hard." You strap it on and start banging the crap out of her cunt. The scorching verbal name calling goes back and forth like two female cats in heat then you say, "Now I'm gonna fuck your ass nice and hard bitch." "Do it," she shouts, "Fuck the shit out of my ass." As you're nailing her ass she shouts, "Oh yes. Fuck my asshole nice and hard you bitch. That's it. Fuck it. Fuck my ass. Come on you piece of shit. Is that the best you can do? Where the hell did you learn how to fuck, Disneyland? I SAID FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY ASSHOLE GOD DAMN IT!" "Yeah? You like that? You like it when I fuck your ass nice and deep? You want me to fuck the hell out of you? Ok bitch. You asked for it. This is for ripping my clothes and accusing me of cheating with your boyfriend." With that you go full steam ahead and ram the living crap out of her thinking of how mad you are at her and how totally turned on you are by her. She screams, "I'm cumming", and violently has her orgasm. Quickly, in mid stroke, you exit her ass and plunge deep into her cunt as she is cumming. You shout, "That's it bitch, cum all over my cock. Yeah, cum on it god damn it." After she finishes her orgasm you pull out of her cunt and grab a fistful of her hair and force her mouth onto your cock shouting, "Suck it bitch! Suck your cum off that cock you mother fucking piece of shit! Lick that cum off my cock you fucking dirty slut." You violently start fucking her face and she is hungrily sucking her cum off your cock. When she is done you spit in her face and yell, "Now get the fuck out of my house and tell your boyfriend he has a freak for a girl friend and is lucky to have you now GET THE FUCK OUT BITCH!" The end. Please let me know what you think good or bad. Pissed Off Boss Rick knew that his boss was going to be pissed. He had promised her that the report would be on her desk the first thing in the morning, but there had been no way that he could have known that the train would break down. He was almost an hour late as he briskly made his way to her office. He didn't stop to remove his coat and leave it in his office because he didn't have the time. Rick knew that he was in trouble as he came around the corner near her office. Ms. Pittman was speaking with her secretary and the look on her face told it all. She spun on her heels as Rick came into sight. "Where the hell have you been? You assured me that the proposal would be ready by this morning. I just sat through an entire meeting with our new clients and nothing to show them." She said in a very dangerous and measured tone. "It is ready, but there was a massive power outage on the train. I've been stuck on the train for almost two hours." He tried to explain. He knew she was not going to be placated by any excuse. "Well, you're lucky that I'm not sending you back on that train. It was all I could do to fake my way through that meeting and your lucky that I came up with a advertising strategy that they liked." She said with a great huff. "It's no excuse, but I really didn't mean for this to happen." Rick said in apology. "Well, you're not off the hook. You're going to be putting in a lot of work on this campaign, and you better not disappoint me again." She told him. She was calming down a bit, but Rick knew that she meant every word. Talia Pittman was on top of the advertising game, and she was known to quickly drop anyone who couldn't produce. "I want you take that coat off and come with me. You can leave the report on my desk." She said as she turned away. Her heels clicked loudly on the tile floor as she strode down the hall. Rick pulled his coat off and sat it on the visitors' chair in her office and dropped the report on her desk. He quickly caught up with her and followed her into the boardroom. "Close the door and lock it. I don't want to be interrupted while I lay this campaign out." She told him. Rick did as he was told. He had prepared the rates package, but as of yet, he still did not know who the client was. He eyed a box on the glass table, and figured that he would soon find out. "The idea came upon me quickly, and I think it will be a hit. The client offered to help with the work, but I think it will be better if it doesn't have too much of a 'professional' look." Ms. Pittman explained. Rick was still in the dark as to what she was talking about, but he also knew that he was lucky to even have a job. He watched as she checked the two video cameras that were stationed in the corners of the room. They were often used for video conferencing and even video for promotional work. She was adjusting the angles to make sure that conference table was in clear view, and Rick was somewhat puzzled by her actions. He gave up trying to figure it out, and figured that she wanted to tape the brainstorming session. "Go ahead an take everything out of that box, so that we know what we have to work with." Ms. Pittman told him as she adjusted the lights in the room. Rick complied, but was shocked as he opened the box. It was filled with all sorts of sex toys! Rick was caught off guard, but did as he was told. He wasn't inexperienced by far, but these were not the standard variety of sex toy. A lot of the items were made out of leather or latex and looked like something out of a science fiction movie. There were items that he knew, but there were also those that he didn't. His face was a deep crimson by the time he emptied the box. "That's good. Now lets see what we have here." Ms. Pittman said as she examined the items. "Our client wants to branch out into the mainstream, and I think I have just the advertising strategy to do that. We are going to push the everyday aspect of these items. They are a common and useful part of a healthy sex life, and there is nothing to fear. We are going to show that everyone can use these, and that they are not just for the 'sexually perverted' as some people think." She explained. Rick was still shocked, but his instincts for work were taking over. "I see what you mean. We could have testimonials from people that society would consider 'normal'. We could use housewives, teachers, doctors and possibly ministers. After all, sex between married couples does not have to become routine." He said enthusiastically. Ms. Pittman smiled. "That's exactly what I had in mind. I knew I would not regret firing you right on the spot this morning." She said as she browsed through the toys on the table. She selected a pair of leather wrist cuffs and approached Rick. "Let's put these on and take a few close up shots of your hands. I think that might be an eye-catching, lead-in image. Rick was feeling a bit uncomfortable about the offer, but knew that he was in no position to refuse. She had already made it clear that she had considered firing him for his earlier issue. He held out his hands and she buckled the first cuff around his wrist, but instead of doing the same with the other, she pulled his hand behind his back. "It will look better with your arms behind your back. Give me your other hand." She told him. Rick was even more uncomfortable, but complied none the less. He felt her fasten the second cuff and then step away. She came to stand around in front of him. "Try and pull your hands out. Let's see if these are actually as good as they claim." She instructed. Rick twisted and pulled his arms. He flexed the muscles in his back and tried to pull the cuffs apart, but the leather and chain held firm. "I can't budge them. These things are pretty strong." He told her finally. "Good, now lets test these other ones." She said as she retrieved another pair of cuffs from the table. Rick was expecting her to remove the first pair, but instead, she slid down to her knees and began fastening them around his ankles. When she was done, she stood and looked at the total effect. "See if you can kick out of those." She ordered. Rick tried with all his might, but just as with the first pair, he was not able to break the second. "Nope, it's just as strong as the others." He said. "Well, we at least know that we are working with a company that isn't lying about the quality of their merchandise. I hat trying to put a good spin on inferior goods." She said as she perused the table. Rick was hoping that she would get on with taking the pictures and let him out of the restraints. There was something weird about being tied up in front of his boss. It was both strange and exciting all at once, and he didn't want that excitement to show. "Now this is an interesting piece." Ms. Pittman said. Rick watched as she fingered a leather strap that had a silver ring attached. She picked it up and walked around behind him. "Lets see how this fits." She said from out of his sight. Rick didn't know what the item was, and was surprised when her hands came over his head and into his line of sight. "Open up." She said, and he was so surprised that he did so without thinking. He caught a flash of the silver ring before it was placed in his mouth. He found that the ring was had four legs that kept his mouth open, and to his greater shock, he felt the leather strap tightening and being fastened behind his head. His mouth was held open by the tightly fastened ring, and his eyes were still wide in shock as Ms. Pittman came back into view. She was smiling smugly, and Rick was getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "That's just what I had in mind. What is more normal than the corporate male in his natural habitat?" She said. "The manufacturer wants to go mainstream, but not in the way you were thinking. We can never come up with an ad that will play on television for the masses. What they want is to sell to the common adult who already buys the 'vanilla' toys, but has been leery of getting too extreme." Ms. Pittman touched the intercom on the table and dialed her assistant Sue. "Sue, make sure the phones are set to go directly to voicemail, and come down to the boardroom." She said. Rick was horrified as he watched her walk unlock the door. He didn't want to be tied up and he sure as hell didn't want anyone else knowing about it. Sue came through the door and Ms. Pittman instructed her to lock it again. She chuckled as she saw Rick and again when she saw how red his face was. "Now Rick, I hope you realize the situation you put me in this morning. A person in my position cannot enter an important meeting ill prepared. You were to provide me with the information that I needed, but you failed." Ms. Pittman explained. Sue was already browsing through the toys, but Rick's attention was focused on his boss. "Normally, I would have fired you on the spot, but I like you, and you have always performed above expectation. It's for those reasons that I have decided to keep you on." She explained. Ms. Pittman had come closer to him as she talked, and was now standing so close that he could smell her perfume. "You come to work everyday in your pressed suits. You work hard, never take a long lunch and put in as much overtime as needed to get the job done. Your attention to detail is really only second to mine, and it shows in everything you do. It is all of these things that makes you the epitome of what the corporate worker should be. It is because of this that you are the perfect person for my ad campaign. We will show that even the straight-laced, corporate executive gets down, dirty and kinky." She explained in a tone that let him know that he did not have another option. "How do you want to start out Talia?" Sue asked. Rick's attention was drawn to her and for the first time was actually afraid. Sue was a medium built woman in her mid thirties. He would categorize her as being a soccer mom. Her hips and breasts had filled out over the years, but she wasn't large. She had shoulder length blonde hair that she kept in step with whatever the latest fashion was, and she usually dressed in skirts and blouses. Sue wasn't dressed any differently than usual, but her skirt was lifted up and tucked into its waistband. The lifted skirt revealed a series of leather straps, and those leather straps held a very realistic cock shaped dildo pressed to her pussy. Sue was stroking the shaft as if it were real, and grinned at Rick when she realized he was watching. "You got the right idea, but I think we can get even more of the products into the shot. We'll shoot as much as we want and do the editing later." Talia replied. Rick thought about trying to get away, but his feet were tied to close together for him to try and move. A hop would be all that he would be able to manage, and that would not be good enough. He could only watch as Ms. Pittman grabbed another leather and item from the table. She stepped in front of him and began unbuckling his pants. He soon felt his pants and then his briefs slide down his legs and pool around his feet, and then what he feared happened. "Well Rick, I had a feeling you would do your part, and I was right. Sue, come take a look at this." Talia said with a smile. Sue came around the table and whistled at what she saw. "I told you he would rise to the occasion. I have a talent for spotting the right guy. The cock looks so hard that it must be hurting." She said. Rick would have blushed more it would have been possible. He turned his head away from them, but groaned aloud when he felt Sue wrap her cool hand around his hard, hot dick. "Talia, we can't let that go to waste." Sue said excitedly. "Don't worry about that. I plan on getting a stellar performance out of our boy." She replied. Rick felt movement and turned his head to see Ms. Pittman kneeling down in front of him. Even though he had not wanted this, he was mentally pleading with her to take his cock into her mouth. It wouldn't take much, as he was ready to explode. Instead, Ms. Pittman produced the toy she was holding. She wrapped the leather straps around the base of his cock and behind his balls, and pulled them tight. Another strap separated his testicles and was pulled tight, making his cock throb even more. He looked down when she was done and saw that his cock and balls were neatly separated and swollen like never before. Ms. Pittman stepped away and checked the cameras again. When she was satisfied, she returned to the table where Rick and Sue were waiting. She grabbed Rick by his shoulders and guided him so that he was facing the table. For fear of falling, he followed her guidance and was soon bent at the waist with his upper body pressed against the cool surface of the table. His ass was angled upward and he soon felt Sues hand on his hot skin. The two women were talking and Rick was not paying any attention. He still could not believe how he had been put in this situation. He didn't pay attention until Sue grabbed a few more leather items from the table. He felt her and Ms. Pittman working with the cuffs on his ankles and then heard the vibrations through the table that his face lay on. "Relax so we can get you into the right position." Ms. Pittman told him. He didn't know what she meant, but soon felt his legs being pulled outward. He saw a chance to escape and tried to resist, but the two women were both quick and surprisingly strong. He found his legs spread and his ankle now attached to the legs of the table. He was even more vulnerable than before. He wanted to scream, but feared the embarrassment of someone coming to his aid. It also did not help that his very hard cock was betraying him at every turn. "This should do the job quickly. Let me get one of the cameras so that we can get a good close-up." Ms. Pittman said. Rick felt her leave and quickly return. He didn't know what she had in mind, but he was sure it was another one of the client's products. He soon found that he was correct when he felt something cold against his ass. He tried to rise, but his legs were spread too far apart, and a hand quickly pressed into the small of his back. "Keep still so we can use this correctly." Ms. Pittman instructed. Rick felt wetness along with the cold, as the device parted the tight ring of his ass. His fear was lessened as the item slipped into him, and he found that it was quite thin. He breathed a sigh of relief, but soon felt the coldness slip deep into his bowels. It spread out like a liquid and he realized that he was being filled with some kind of lubricant. There wasn't any time to contemplate what was going on, because the thin tube was quickly removed, causing his cock to throb anew. Rick felt a new coldness against his ass, and another soft point pushed past his sphincter. He knew it wasn't the fake cock that Sue was sporting because of how thin the tip was, and he thought it might be more lube until the body began to widen. Sue must have done this before he thought, because she took her time. She would stop just short of him feeling uncomfortable and rest a while before pushing more of the toy inside. After ten minutes of this treatment, Rick felt as if she had lodged a construction cone up his ass. Oddly, it didn't hurt, and deep warmth was spreading through his loins. "This one worked like a charm. I've got him nice and open and we didn't have any problems. Have you ever taken it up the ass Rick?" Sue asked him. Rick replied by shaking his head from side to side. He had seen such things done in movie but he had never done anything like it. "The trickiest part is opening that ass. Now that it's nice and ready, we can get on with the show." Sue told him. Rick had not looked through the table, but the bobbing of his cock caught his eye. It was deep red and he could see the veins standing up along the shaft. His attention was soon drawn back to his ass as Sue slowly pulled the cone-like object free. He gasped at the cool air the flooded into his open bowels, and his muscles contracted, causing a wet trickle of lube to ooze from his hole. "That's ripe and waiting." Sue said, and he felt her hand grip his ass cheek. He then felt the blunt tip of her fake cock against his hole and prepared himself for what was coming. He gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure of the blunt head, but wasn't prepared for it to slip in so easily. He felt a minor pop as the head slipped past his relaxed ring and gasped from the full feeling and not from any discomfort. "Let's work this baby deep." Sue told him as she began slowly rocking back and forth. She gained deeper passage with every stroke and Rick found himself sweating as she did so. He was panting and drooling around the ring in his mouth by the time he felt her thighs pressing against the back of his. There was now no doubt that Sue had done this before. She soon picked up speed, but not too fast. She fucked the cock into him with long slow strokes that had his cock bobbing with each tap on his prostate. A steady stream oozed from his cock, even though the straps kept him from fully climaxing. "Damn, that is going to sell millions." He heard Ms. Pittman say. He felt what could only be her hand rubbing his ass-cheeks light and slow. Her hand disappeared as quickly as it had come, and he felt then saw her move. She had the video camera in her hand and had slid underneath the table. She filmed the cock slowly thrusting into his hole before moving on to his cock. She lastly filmed his face, which was sweaty and flushed against the cool glass. "Have we got enough footage? I don't think I'm going to last too much longer." Sue asked. "I've got enough for now. You can finish up." Ms. Pittman said. Rick didn't know that the dildo had another end that was inserted into Sue's cunt, and she was on the verge of climaxing. He only felt her tempo increase and felt the dildo hitting with a stronger force. His prostate was being pushed like a bulb filled with cream, and his cock leaked even more. His body was shaking, and he watched, limply on the table as Ms. Pittman began to untie the straps that bound his cock. She had only just begun when he felt Sue's movements become erratic. Her hands dug firmly into his hips and she ground her cock deep into him like some horse-dick, hung porno stud. Rick felt her shiver and quake and knew that she was climaxing. She shook violently for almost a minute before he felt her breasts press heavily against his back. He could feel her sweat running down her breasts and down his back in a small stream. He found that he was the one that was now shaking, and Sue continued to slowly ream his ass with her cock. It was deeper now, and providing constant pressure deep in his ass. Rick watched Ms. Pittman through the table with sweat stinging his eyes. She was holding the camera in one hand and working on the straps that bound his cock with the other. The work was slow, but he groaned like a bitch in heat as the straps finally came free. He watched as Ms. Pittman dropped the straps and gripped his cock in her tight fist. She stroked him upward toward the table, and to the beat of Sues cock driving into his ass. Her had hand was the extra that he needed, and there were no straps to hold his climax back. Rick shook on the table as he felt his stomach tighten. He would have sworn that even his ass climaxed. It seemed to open up and take even more of the fake cock and he whimpered a string of gibberish as his seed burst from his cock. His discharge was thick and creamy as it splashed against the glass above and then back down onto his shaft and Ms. Pittman's hand. She milked him like a farmer until he feared he would black out. He could see through the creamy mess that clung to the table, and saw that her hand was coated in his seed.