6 comments/ 48125 views/ 9 favorites Office Top and Bottom Ch. 01 By: 1077ad Chapter 1 Caught in an Awkward Situation Steve twisted the lid off the tube of lip balm. He squinted and looked at the gap between the edge of the plastic tube and the waxy material within. Then he lowered it down to his cock, which was hanging out of his grey work pants. Squeezing the head of his half-erect penis, a drop of clear pre-come oozed out. With a careful motion, he scooped the droplet into the tube. He squinted and peered into it again, then replaced the lid. He returned the tube to a small case that was on the desk in front of him, positioning it just like it was when he pulled it out. He looked around him. He was in Jenni's office, there was no one else in the building, and he was giving her a special gift. Maybe when she rubbed it on her lips in the morning, she'd be excited by the taste or feel of it and not know why. Steve liked the idea of his pre-come dripping onto Jenni's lips. He looked around her office again. There were a couple pictures of her family. Sheesh, he thought, it's not like she doesn't see them every day. They both started work at the same time, so Steve often saw Jenni's parents dropping her off in the mornings. It's funny that she still lives at home, but I guess that's how Chinese families are. Jenni was in her early twenties, tall and thin with her hair cut stylishly short. He didn't know much about her – they'd only spoken casually a couple times – but he found her very attractive. She doesn't seem to do anything but work. I wonder if she has a boyfriend? It was only by accident that he'd heard his co-worker Dawn talking with Jenni about a project they were working on. Something about dropping off print-outs in Jenni's office, and Dawn opened her desk drawer, and looked in, saying, "yeah, I have the key right here." Sometimes Steve worked late. Tonight, he had been late in the office, finishing off a presentation. He was so wrapped up in it that he didn't even realize that it was past eight when he was finished. There was no one around. In fact, as he wandered around the whole office just shaking the fatigue out of his system, he realized he was the only one on the premises. He went to Dawn's desk, opened the drawer, and took the key to Jenni's office. Unlocked the door and let himself in. At first he just puttered around, looking at her workstation, peering at the things she had lying around, being careful not to move anything. Thinking about her slim body, nice ass and small tits that still stood out under her variety of sweaters. He was horny. He wasn't really planning on it, but it was after that that he unzipped his pants and lazily pulled his cock out. Unsure what to do, he ran the head of it along the spacebar on her keyboard. Now when she types, she's touching my cock, he thought to himself. That turned him on. He looked over at her phone and picked up the handset. he rubbed the head of his cock against where she'd be speaking into, where her mouth had been so many times. He felt an excited sensation in his belly. That was when he saw the little case beside her coffee cup. Opening it carefully, he saw a couple make-up type things, and the tube of lip balm. That was how it came to pass that he left her his fluid to rub against her lips. Now he sat down in her chair, and looked around at her things again. His eyes settled on her coffee cup, a souvenir from New York City. He grabbed it, looked it over, and was quickly rubbing the head of his cock all around the lip of it. Maybe you want some morning cock to wake you up! In the background, something made a clik noise. Steve ran his cock around the lip of the cup again, trying to squeeze out more pre-come. "So! What's this?" With a start, Steve looked up, almost dropping the coffee cup. A man was standing in the doorway, watching him. Trying to move, Steve found his limbs were all frozen in place. The man held his mobile phone out toward Steve and again there was a clik noise. As if he weren't mortified enough already, Steve realized the man was taking pictures of him. With his cock out, rubbing it on the coffee cup of a female co-worker. He was still frozen in place, but after the first blind flashes of panic, his mind was beginning to settle down. The man was middle-aged, grey haired with a large bald spot. Brownish skin and a middle-eastern face. His mind was racing when he realized, it's the janitor! Finally able to move, but only in rough spastic jerks, Steve put the coffee cup on Jenni's desk. Then he moved to tuck his cock back into his pants. "No, no! Just wait a second." There was a hint of an accent in the man's voice, and a commanding tone. But no anger or meanness. Steve was frozen again, but tried to talk. "Um... what?" The camera clik-ed again. Finally, he found his tongue. "What the fuck? You can't take pictures of me like that! I'll have you fucking fired faster than you can..." "Oh quiet down," the man commanded, his voice almost sounding bored. "Very clearly, you are the one in trouble here. I am the one with the pictures." Steve was suddenly nearly panicking. "Look – why don't we forget the whole thing. You could maybe delete them? What – you want a few bucks?" The man gave him a withering stare. "My friend, do you know what happens if some girl comes to work and finds a pubic hair in her coffee mug? The cleaner gets fired for being a pervert. That is what happens." He took a step toward Steve. "No, I think very much that I would rather have you take the heat, sir." He took another step forward, held out his camera, took another picture. "Um, look," Steve said, his mind racing. "I can... I can help you here." Another step closer. He was standing close to Steve now and looked down at him. "Oh... you want to help me?" Steve was looking up at the man, now looming over him. He was shaking a little bit from his agitation. "You want to help me?" the man repeated. "So you don't get in a lot of trouble?" Steve nodded. "Okay, then. Undo my zipper." Aghast, Steve mouth opened in shock. "What?" The man raised up his phone and peered into the screen, flipping through the pictures he had just taken. "Your boss here, Darlene – she emails me when there's special instructions for the cleaning. I have her email in this phone. Why, I could send her a picture right now." He started thumbing at his keypad. "No, no! Just... wait a second. Wait a minute here." The man looked back down from his screen. "You want me to wait? Then unzip my fly." Steve was mortified. He felt trapped in a corner. This guy is just a janitor... if I had a minute, I could think of something to do! But I need to buy time... Steve's eyes met the man's, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. I don't think this guy is bullshitting me. But I need just need some time! Making what seemed like a rational deduction, Steve did the only thing that he could. Slowly reaching up to the man's workpants, his shaking hand reached under the cloth flap, found the zipper, and tugged at it. He had to pause and try again with a more gentle pull, and slid the zipper down. "See? I think you are understanding how this is working here. Now reach in there and pull it out." Once again, Steve's mind was set back to racing. He'd been trying to plan, to compartmentalize things – but now the walls he'd been constructing collapsed when it started racing through his mind, he means his cock! He wants me to pull out his cock... to touch it. Steve felt dizzy. "I would advise you to get along with it," the man said, with the commanding edge in his voice. Again, that tone somehow affected Steve, and without thinking, his hand moved to comply. He reached into the man's pants. Sliding around, he found the brim of his underwear, and reached behind that. It was warm – shockingly warm – as Steve's hand rubbed against the man's pubic hair, and then moved down against something else. Something that radiated heat. Steve shifted ahead and leaned in so he could reach forward. He found the base of the man's cock, and gripping from there fished it out with a careful tug. For a gesture that he had performed himself unthinkingly thousands of times, it felt complicated, though his fingertips seemed to work instinctually as he flipped it outward. That done, Steve looked at the man's cock for a second while his mind tried to avoid thinking about the inevitable next step. It was deep brown, like the rest of the man's complexion and thick black kinky hair peeked out around the zipper. And though flaccid, it was thick and smooth like a sausage. Steve was momentarily surprised by the foreskin concealing the cockhead, having only really seen his own circumsized cock up close. The slit winked out like an eye under the thick cloak protecting it. Clik. Steve looked up to see the man taking a picture. A picture of his face next to a cock. Shit! Now he has even more on me! What am I gonna... "Suck it," the man instructed, cutting off Steve's thoughts. Steve reached forward, putting his hand around the base of the man's cock, leaning forward even more as he did. Moving closer, he could suddenly smell the man, which hit him like a wave. The man didn't smell like dirty B.O., but there was a sweaty whiff coming from him, like from someone who had been doing physical labor all day. And a vaguely pissy, musky smell. Not like pussy, he thought, but still an earthy body smell. It made his stomach tremble, in a different way than it had before. Fumbling, Steve's hand started to rub along the length of the man's member, and was rewarded with a little twitch. Even if it was from an angle he had never considered before, the basic motions of jerking off were natural for him, and after a few seconds he noticed that the cock was definitely growing. Pushing outward. As he moved his hand up and down a few more times, he was entranced with watching the cockhead swelling under the foreskin. With thumb and index finger, he gripped it, and retracted the head. Clik. Curious with this unfamiliar architecture, his thumb and finger moved back and forth, playing with the foreskin, trying to roll it back over the head which was now bulging. The man's cock was now mostly hard, enough for it to stand up on its own as Steve removed his hands and leaned back for a second. The man was looking down at him. "I think maybe you like, huh? Well, you can go ahead and suck it." A whole flowchart of arguments and courses of action popped up in the front of Steve's mind for just a fraction of a second. But where he would normally be evaluating the options, thinking his way through the scenarios offered by each path, this time the whole thing just popped out of existence, like a switch had been turned off. Instead, Steve leaned forward and put his mouth on the man's cock. Clik. If Steve were thinking about things, he'd have been surprised at how easy, how natural, the whole thing was. The tip of the man's cock fit naturally in his mouth, and without hesitation his tongue was exploring the underside. It sure as hell doesn't taste like pussy, was about as analytical as he got as he began moving forward, his lips beginning to slide down the shaft. The man's cock wasn't particularly long – maybe six inches, tops – but it was surprisingly wide, now even more than when he had been initially surprised at its thickness. As he craned forward to take more in, he felt his lips stretching. He went down as far as he could, and about two-thirds of the shaft was in his mouth. His right hand moved to grip the base of the man's cock, and Steve began moving his mouth up and down, up and down, in the familiar rhythm that he had enjoyed from women so many times. The camera was clicking steadily now, and the man was leaning over to the side, trying to find different angles. But Steve, eyes closed, hardly noticed. His face felt flushed, like it was glowing with incredible warmth, and his mouth was tingling with an oblique pleasure. Why does this... feel so good? Steve was drifting into a trancelike state and had no idea how long he had been sucking on the man's cock. But in fact, only a couple minutes had passed before the man set his phone down on the desk, and then reached over to grab the coffee mug that had been occupying Steve when he first entered. His other hand reached down, gripped Steve's forehead, and pushed his face away. Taking the hint, Steve leaned back, letting the man's cock slide out of his mouth. When it was freed, the man began to jerk himself off with his right hand. Steve watched, the man's fist soon a blur just inches from his face. After about thirty seconds, the man grunted, and moved his grip, pointing the tip toward the coffee cup. With another grunt, he started to come, shooting three strong jets of semen into the cup. And then a weaker fourth one. Catching his breath, the man carefully shook his cock and squeezed down the length of it, milking out the last drops and carefully depositing them in the cup. "We don't want to make more of a mess to clean up." Steve was also catching his breath. What just happened? His mind was still racing and he couldn't quite get a grip on events. Is this done now? The man picked up on Steve's questioning look. He picked up his phone. "Okay," he said. "get undress." "What?" Steve was startled – this was the last thing he was expecting the man to say. "Undress. Undress!" the man said, impatiently."You have wasted all my time. Now you must help me with the clean." Shocked out of the reverie he had been feeling, the critical part of Steve's mind was suddenly back in action, going through the opening gambit of several lines of argument with the man. But with each, he could see no way out. For nearly a minute, the man stood there, watching Steve thinking. He tucked his now-limp cock back into his pants and zipped up his zipper. He had just started tapping his foot and looked to be about to say something when Steve began unbuttoning his shirt. Standing up, Steve pulled it off and folded it over the arm of Jenni's chair. Clik. Looking at his feet, he sat back down and untied his loafers, kicking each one off to the side. Then stood back up, undoing his belt before unbuttoning his fly. Not looking at the man, he pulled off his pants and folded them over the chair's other arm. Then, pausing for just a second, he tugged down his boxers. The man was taking pictures steadily through this, even taking a couple steps over to get behind Steve after his boxers hit the floor. Looking down again, Steve saw his socks – now the only thing he was wearing – and felt momentarily absurd before lifting up his feet to pull them off, dropping them on top of his shoes. For a minute he just stood there as the man circled around him, taking picture after picture. When he leaned forward and in to get a close-up of Steve's crotch he felt a rush of involuntary excitement as his cock twitched. Then the man nodded. "Okay. Now we must work." He turned and walked from the office, and Steve followed. They went to a supply room at the end of the hallway that the man unlocked with a key from a large key ring on his belt. He wheeled out an ancient, beat-up industrial vacuum cleaner, round and squat on rickety wheels and handed Steve the metal vacuum head. "You vacuum hallways. I open the doors and then you do in the offices." He pulled out the long electrical cord, plugged it into an outlet and turned, leaving Steve to figure out how to turn the ancient brute on. When he did, it seemed to be as loud as an airplane. As he began to vacuum the length of the hallway, Steve let the white noise of the vacuum push out his thoughts. Naked man vacuuming! he half-giggled to himself. He looked around for the janitor as he came around a bend in the hallway. All of the office doors were now swung open, but he was nowhere in sight. Not having vacuumed this much since he'd moved away from home, Steve was soon lost in the drudgery of it, just trying to get the whole thing finished. He caught the cleaner out of the corner of his eye a couple times, pushing a cart of cleaning supplies. He started vacuuming each the offices, including Jenni's. Twenty minutes later, at the end of the hallway, he was in the large office that belonged to Darlene – his boss. Looking over his shoulder, he quickly pulled open each of the drawers on her desk, except one at the bottom that was locked. Nothing too interesting here, but I wonder what's in that last one? He bent over to get underneath the desk with the vacuum nozzle, and as he reached under, stretching out the hose, the vacuum came unplugged. Muttering, Steve was turning toward it when he heard something behind him. He turned and saw it was the janitor – and now he was holding onto a much larger SLR camera, snapping pictures of Steve. "Keep going," the man told him, and as Steve finished the last couple offices, the man followed him, taking a lot of pictures. The vacuuming done, the man pointed Steve back to the closet, and they put the vacuum away. The man then led him across the office, passing through the open production area. When they passed the one computer that was still on, the man turned to him. "This is where you work?" Steve nodded, and the man kept going, to a utility closet beside the washrooms. Opening that, the man rustled around and handed Steve a pair of yellow rubber gloves. Grabbing some solvents, he led Steve into the washroom. The office didn't have central washrooms with men's and ladies' rooms and stalls, just pairs of bathrooms at either end of the office. Making a sour face, Steve realized he was going to have to clean all the toilets. This was indeed the case, and between giving instructions on wiping the seats and brushing the bowls, the janitor was busy taking pictures of Steve. It was at least a half-hour of steady scrubbing, and Steve had broken into a sweat, starting to feel a bit numb and tired. As they entered the last bathroom, Steve moved quickly toward the toilet, just wanting to be finished. But the janitor stopped him. "Wait, wait," he said, stepping up to the bowl. Unzipping his pants, he whipped out his cock and began to piss. As Steve watched, the man deliberately mis-aimed his stream, splashing some on the rim and down the side of the toilet. After he shook off and tucked his cock away, he nodded to Steve. "You too. Take piss." Steve had to close his eyes and concentrate for a few seconds before his bladder relaxed and he could begin peeing. As he held on to his cock, he could hear the janitor snapping pictures, and that made it even harder to start. Finally, his stream began. When he was mid-way through, the janitor leaned over and jogged his elbow, sending his stream out of control, splashing the toilet tank and the wall. "Now you clean it all," the man said as Steve finished pissing. Fuming, he put his gloves back on, picked up his rag and began wiping off the stray urine around the toilet. That finished, there was nearly another hour's work to be done. The janitor mostly gave instructions and watched Steve do the actual work, snapping pictures the whole time. Finally, it was complete. The janitor led Steve back to Jenni's office where they had started from. "You do good job," the man said to Steve, who was now feeling exhausted. "I like to watch you. In fact, I think I like enough that you can suck me off again." The man undid his belt and quickly dropped his pants down to his knees and stood there, his hands on his hips. Steve stood for a second, looking at him, before wearily dropping to his knees in front of the man. But once his face was even with the man's crotch, it now felt familiar and vaguely exciting. The man smelled more strongly this time, but Steve realized he could also smell a sweaty funk from his own body. Office Top and Bottom Ch. 01 Steve gripped the man's cock and began licking it all over. It was drooping, warm and limp, as Steve slipped the head in his mouth and slid his tongue around, and then under the foreskin. The man's cock didn't come to erection quickly this time, and Steve had to spend a few minutes licking, sucking and rubbing the man's thick tool before it slowly began growing. Steve felt rewarded when he had coaxed the man to his full erection, and set to work sucking him off. And again, this time the whole process was slower, and Steve spent more time switching his technique, breaking off to lick the cock up and down, and doing more stroking. This time, his hands were busier, and they found the man's balls, feeling their drooping presence as he sucked. While his hand was stroking the man's shaft, he moved down to lick the balls and explore the hairy folds with his tongue. And then back to sucking in and out, in and out. Out of the corner of his eye he could occasionally see the camera as the man held it at different angles, capturing Steve hard at work. After a while, the janitor set the camera on the desk beside them and reached down to grip the sides of Steve's head, hands covering his ears. Holding him firmly, the man started moving Steve's head up and down, controlling the movements of the mouth enveloping his cock. When this happened, Steve relaxed and allowed the man to control him, pulling his head back and forth. Closing his eyes, Steve again felt that strange sense of pleasure in his mouth, a tingling that seemed to reach down to his belly like little jolts of electricity. He could tell that his own cock was as hard as it could be, feeling like it was ready to burst. The man let go of Steve's head and he responded by redoubling his efforts, taking in as much of the cock as possible while sucking and slurping his tongue against the man's shaft. For a couple minutes, Steve gave it everything he could, knowing he wanted to get the man off. He was breathing through his nose in ragged bursts, trying to maintain the pace of his attack of the man's thick, warm tool. Finally, the man's hand on Steve's forehead pushed him back, and again he grabbed the mug from Jenni's desk. It took him a little while with hard, rapid stroking, but the man brought himself to orgasm, again aiming his blast into the cup. This time, the man came with quick, thin, watery bursts unlike the thick creamy wads of his first orgasm. He was breathing heavily as he handed the cup down to Steve. "Now you," he said. Steve understood as he pulled himself up to his feet. Holding the cup in his left hand, he began stroking himself with his right. His turgid cock had been dripping thin strings of pre-come for most of the time he had been sucking the man off and quickly his knob glistened with the shiny ooze. The janitor snapped a few shots as Steve began to jerk himself off, but soon he was just holding the camera on Steve as he realized, he's recording this! He's recording a video of me jerking off! In Jenni's office... in her coffee cup. Sweet holy fuck! And as these thoughts went through his head he reached his climax and began sending jolts of semen to well together with the janitor's in the bottom of the cup. He gasped as he surged with pleasure, as though he had been building up an extra-strong orgasm. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in and out, and then set the cup down. From there it was all a blur as the long day's work and hours of labor beyond that fell on Steve like a wall collapsing. The janitor took pictures of Steve getting dressed, and then supervised as he rearranged the chair and things on Jenni's desk. "Are we just going to leave that there?" Steve asked, referring to the cup with its layer of jism coating the bottom. "Oh yes," the man janitor said. "That was what you wanted, wasn't it? To leave an offering? To put a secret spell of this girl that works here?" "But, what if she realizes what it is?" The man waved his hand. "She will not notice." They left the office and the man followed Steve as he dropped Jenni's office key back in Dawn's desk drawer, and then shut down his workstation. They walked to the front door and the janitor entered the alarm code. They stepped outside to the dark night sky and a parking lot with just two cars. "You know," the janitor said to him as he locked the door behind them, "when you tell somebody to do something? If they don't want to do it, they won't." With that, he turned and walked away to his car, opening the trunk to load the cleaning equipment he'd been carrying. Standing on his own, Steve felt almost like he'd been punched, the jagged burst of shame and embarrassment that he'd been pushing away for the whole night coming over him. He stood there, feeling frozen. He thought about the cup on Jenni's desk, a thick layer on the bottom of two men's spunk. He thought about going back inside to get it, to clean up the evidence of his behavior. But the janitor was sitting behind the wheel of his car, watching him and waiting. Steve swallowed. I'll just have to take my chances. And quickly, his mind began to run through the scenario of Jenni unknowingly drinking the come and being consumed by a hunger for something she couldn't identify. Steve was half-smiling as he unlocked his car and started it. If I tell her to do something, maybe she will. Maybe she wants to. Office Top and Bottom Ch. 02 Note: Your comments or constructive criticism mean a lot to me. Feel free to leave me a private message if you'd like to share your thoughts, get updates on further chapters or receive a personalized photo of my cock. * * * Chapter 2 Steve blackmails Jenni Steve was on edge the next day. As he walked through the hallways that he had been forced to vacuum in the nude the previous night, he felt like everyone knew what he had done. Every glace from a passing coworker was unbearable. And when he walked past Jenni's office to get a cup of coffee, he was sure that accusations were going to ring out. To make things worse, he didn't have much work to do to keep himself distracted. The big presentation that he'd finished the night before had been sent off. Normally, he loved days like this, with time to goof off a little, or go and gossip, or check out football websites. But just as it was painful to wander around and be seen by people, sitting still at his desk was worse. In his list of "rainy day jobs" that he'd been putting off there was a reminder to organize some old archived projects that were kept in the storage room. That seems out of the way, Steve thought. And maybe it will at least keep me busy 'til lunchtime. So he headed down to the basement to the airless storage room, widely-spaced fluorescent lights dimly present above high metal shelves. Steve wound his way through the maze of the room, trying to remember where his material was stored. The row and shelf number were in a database that he'd looked up before heading down here, but in his scattered state, he'd forgotten to print them off. And now, instead of going back up, he was content to wander and hope he'd find it. Steve was looking at the lower shelves as he turned into a row at the far back corner of the vault. He heard a shuffling noise, and looked up to see Jenni hurriedly put a container back on a high shelf. Oh, fuck! he thought to himself. She must think I've come down here to find her. She probably thinks I'm a creepy rapist. "Oh! Sorry!" he said in a surprised voice that sounded awkwardly loud in the confined space. He help up his hands, to show he wasn't carrying anything, as if that somehow made him less of a threat. He stepped backward. "Sorry... I was just looking for my project storage. But I forgot to write down the shelf number. I'm... I'll..." He had to take a breath to keep from stammering. Jenni was looking at him with an intense expression that Steve couldn't quite read. Does she know what I did to her cup? Is she going to get me fired? In his mind, it seemed almost like a certainty and he was near panicking. Jenni was still looking at him and hadn't said a word, though Steve realized only a few seconds had passed. He took a step backwards. "I'll have to go back up," he said, turning around and almost walking into a shelving unit. "I'll have to go and double-check where my stuff is." And with that he briskly walked away. When he got back to his cubicle, Steve was feeling terrorized, his heart racing. He had to just sit for a few minutes to calm down. Jesus! Nowhere to hide today. He was relieved a few minutes later to get a phone call that had him tracking down some data for about an hour after that, and having to actually work took his mind off all his nervousness. He was also distracted when his computer monitor started to flicker and he had to smack the side of the frame until it settled down. He was supposed to have gotten a new monitor over a month ago, but there had been a cryptic message from IT saying "deployment of upgraded hardware is indefinitely delayed," whatever the hell that meant. He felt almost back to normal after that, and when he closed the documents on his computer he got up to head to the bathroom. He was going to get a coffee right after, so he went to the one by the kitchen -- turned the knob, opened the door and stepped in. And then realized several things in what was a frozen but prolonged instant. As he pushed the door shut behind him, flipping the lock out of habit, at first he just thought it was strange that the light was already on. Then he realized there was already someone in the bathroom! And then he realized it was Jenni. Sitting on the toilet. Her pants around her ankles. The frozen sensation lingered for an immeasurable time. And then it broke, as sound rushed back and he heard the dribbling sound of Jenni's pissing suddenly stop. Her knees snapped shut in front of her, but that seemed to be an automatic reaction, as a strange look of... fear came over her face. Shit! This is it -- I'm so screwed now, Steve thought to himself. "Oh, Steve!" She gave him a long look as her expression turned to panic. "Please!" "Um, look," Steve fumbled, trying to think of something to say. But her rush of words cut him off. "Please! I know you saw me this morning! Just... don't tell anyone! I can explain it. I can pay the money back!" Steve was about to keep muttering his excuse as that registered with him. Wait, what? He carefully shut down his facial expression and leveled a stern look at Jenni. I have no idea what she's talking about -- but she looks terrified. She must have done something really bad. He was still looking at her with a bland, level stare. I wonder if I can bullshit my way through this? "You know you're in a lot of trouble. But, well, I don't think anyone else has to know... yet. But if I'm going to help you, you're going to have to help me." There was an almost palpable look of relief on her face. Steve decided to press further. "You know what I mean, right?" He stepped forward, nearly right up to her, and stuck his knee in between her closed legs. He twisted his leg back and forth, pushing her legs open, and stepped back, looking down at her. "Go ahead," he said. "You can finish." She looked up at him, and her mouth dropped open. Steve simply intensified his stare until she blinked. Without speaking, her body tensed a little, and after a couple seconds, she began pissing. As the splashing noise returned, for the first time, Steve managed to look down and take notice of her exposed pussy. A neatly-trimmed strip of pubic hair gave way to her pinkish slit and he eyed it as her yellow-ish urine streamed out... and then dribbled... and then dripped. It was quiet again in the bathroom. Steve raised his eyes to look at Jenni, watching him with a blank expression on her face. Steve smiled, and then reached over beside her and tore a couple squares from the roll of toilet paper. Without losing eye contact, he reached down between her thighs and ran the tissue up the length of her pussy, and dropped it in the toilet. Then he tore off a couple more squares, and repeated the motion, but this time wiping her more slowly up and down. He dropped that tissue into the bowl and reached down to her pussy again, this time stroking it with his fingers. Jenni shuddered a bit at his first contact, but didn't move to stop him as his fingers moved up and down her pussy lips. Steve closed his eyes and rubbed her labia one more time. Then he took a deep breath and stood up straight. "I think we understand each other, right? You can help me, and you'll stay out of trouble?" Jenni's voice was quiet when she muttered, "yes." Steve stepped back, lifted his fingers to his face and sniffed. "Phone your parents and tell them you're getting a ride home tonight. Meet me out front after work." He didn't wait for her to respond. I'm the one in charge here! Instead, he turned around, unlocked the door and stepped out into the hallway, shutting it behind him and making sure there was no one else in the hallway. * * * At the end of the workday, Steve waited for a few minutes for the rush of people to thin out, then casually made his way out of the office. Jenni was standing by herself in the lobby, fidgeting with her purse. Steve nodded at her as he walked by, but didn't pause as he opened the front door and stepped out. Jenni followed behind him as they made their way to Steve's car and got in. As he started the ignition, Jenni started to speak, an awkward rush of words that she couldn't quite get out. Steve held up his hand. "It's okay, we'll talk when we get to the park." He pulled the car out of the parking lot and out of the industrial mall the office was located in. After a minute, they were in a leafy suburban residential neighborhood, and after a couple turns, at the entrance to a large local park. "It's nice and quiet here," Steve said. "I know a good spot." Walking side by side, like they were a couple out on a stroll, Steve led her across the large lawn. There was a baseball diamond to one side, and a small pond with trails around it to the other with a wooded area beyond. Off in the distance, there were a few kids in a playground, but otherwise the park was quiet. It was a warm day, not quite summer weather yet, but very pleasant to walk around in. Steve led them past the pond and the trail curved into the small forest. And after walking a couple minutes more, he indicated a path, barely visible through the thick underbrush. They followed this for a minute, and suddenly, it felt like they were miles from the city as they entered a small clearing with a picnic table. "It's very private here," Steve said, as Jenni was looking the area over. "So I think you can take your clothes off." "What?" Jenni looked surprised, and a little embarrassed. "I can't! I mean, what if someone comes along?" See? Steve thought to himself, proud that everything was going according to his plan. Doing this outside surprised her so much she didn't even object to the idea of getting undressed. Steve shook his head, and reached into his shirt pocket, pulling out a tiny plastic case with a memory card in it. He held it between his fingers. "Look. This is about the files that I have on here. You know you're in a lot of trouble, so I think you should do exactly what I tell you. Someone coming along is the least of your worries today. And anyway, we'd hear anyone well before they got here." The memory card was blank, of course. Steve had no idea what trouble Jenni had gotten herself into. But as long as she thought he knew, there was nothing she could do. Steve could see the calculations being made as he watched her expression. Having been on the other side of this power struggle just the night before, he knew what it must feel like for her -- and yet he felt an almost erotic thrill as he saw her shoulders slump a little as she reached the inevitable conclusion. Slowly, Jenni pulled her sweater over her head, and set in on the bench of the picnic table behind her. Dropping her eyes, she unbuttoned her blouse and untucked it, pulling it off her shoulders and setting it on top of her sweater. Steve eyed her taut, flat belly and moved up to scrutinize her plain bra as Jenni bent down and undid her shoes. She grimaced as she looked at the scrub and dirt she was standing in, and pulled off her white socks. She unbuttoned her slacks and they quickly slid down her slim, long legs, revealing the plain white cotton panties she was wearing. "Is that... is that okay?" she asked, looking at Steve. Steve shook his head. "No way. You're going to have to give it all to me." As she reached behind to start undoing her bra, he continued. "If you're going to be bad, you're going to be bad for me. There's a lot of stuff that you're going to have to..." He trailed off as the straps of the bra slid down her arms. Her breasts were small but firm -- not much more than a handful, and topped with small dark areolas that stood out against her paleness. They were exactly the kind of tits that turned him on the most. Jenni didn't stop to ask again if that was enough, and quickly the panties were sliding down her legs as well. As she started to turn to set them on top of the rest of her clothes, Steve interrupted. "I'll take those." Her eyes widened, but she reached out and handed them over. Steve stretched the panties out between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and looked inside. In the bright late-afternoon light, he could see a stray pubic hair curled against the fabric. And, lower down, a small, faint yellowish stain. He turned the panties inside out and brought the crotch against his face. He breathed in and smelled the musky tang of sweat and cunt and piss. He exhaled and breathed in again, more slowly, savoring her dark odor. This is mine, he thought. He stuffed the panties into his back pocket, and looked up to see Jenni observing him his a mix of curiosity and faint distaste. Then he let his eyes slide down her body, again taking in her tits, her belly, and then between her legs. "Turn around," he said, and she did. Steve grunted quietly to himself when he saw her behind. Most Chinese girls have a flat ass, he thought to himself, but Jenni's is really great. Hips and everything, too. "Bend over," he said, and Jenni did so, gripping the end of the picnic table for support. He put his hand on her shoulder and ran it down her spine, pushing as he got to the small of her back, and she instinctively arched, pushing her ass out. He ran his hand down the rest of the way, cupping her left buttock and then slapping it lightly. It was firm, and her body felt very warm. Steve stepped back. "You have an incredible ass. In fact, you have a very beautiful body. I'm going to really enjoy this. But first, we have to talk about why we're here." She half turned, looking at him over her shoulder. "Get up on the table," Steve instructed, and following his directions, Jenni sat up on top of the picnic table. He guided her to sit, leaning back with her legs spread open, knees raised, her feet at either edge of the table. He walked around her in circles as they spoke. "Okay. Tell me everything." And to his incredible surprise, she did. She told him about how her father had racked up gambling debts, and how her family was close to losing their house. So Jenni had started making changes in the office supply invoices, increasing the amounts listed as being paid out, and taking the difference in petty cash. Over the months, it had grown to tens of thousands. As she continued telling her story, Steve stopped circling her, and put his hand on her knee. She paused for a second, but kept going as he began rubbing her lower leg. And then back to her knee. And then in the other direction, slowly rubbing her thigh. As she was getting to the end, one hand was now on her upper thigh, and the other moving across her stomach. He could feel her breathing was speeding up. His hand was slowly creeping below her belly button and rubbing back and forth. As he finally brushed against the top of her pubic hair, Jenni grunted, and looked at Steve. "I... I don't think I can keep talking if you're doing that!" Steve desperately wanted to feel her pussy, but he wasn't going to give in quite yet. He decided to shift the ground a little. "Are you a virgin, Jenni?" She exhaled sharply, and said, "no," stretching out the word a little. "There was Vincent. My parents wanted me to get married to him, so I let him go all the way with me." "You let him fuck you?" "Yes." "Did you like it?" "Not at first. And then... not as much as I guess I was supposed to. It wasn't like the books said it would be. He was always in a rush, and he didn't really care about how much I liked it." Steve was still slowly running his hands around the edges of her pussy, left hand against her pubic hair, slowly shifting around, the right stroking just outside her labia. Now he let it run across her pussy lips, and then up the length of them. Jenni trembled. "A guy can take care of his needs -- that doesn't interfere with making sure the woman gets off. In fact, it makes it better." With that, he set upon her pussy, the right hand caressing the length of it, while the thumb of the left slowly moved to trace a line around her clit. Jenni gasped, and Steve had to control himself to keep advancing slowly, slowly... rubbing the tip of his right middle finder against her lips until it naturally slipped inside her, and he began wiggling it. "Do you masturbate, Jenni?" She looked like she didn't want to talk now, and definitely looked like she didn't want to talk about masturbating. She nodded. Steve's finger was pressing in deeper now, sliding back and forth against her warm moistness. Jenni hitched her hips forward, pressing up against the thumb that was still moving carefully around her clit. "Later on, you'll have to show me how you do it. Because I want to give you mind-blowing orgasms. I want your head to fuckin' explode." Jenni was breathing heavily, and it looked like an explosion was on its way. Steve's index finger now also found its way into her pussy, and the two fingers were slowly but carefully frigging her as his other thumb finally ran gently over her clit. That was enough, and with a little cry, Jenni started coming. Steve intensified now, and she thrust up against his hands even more, bucking, once, twice... And then falling back against the tabletop as Steve slowed down, easing her back. Slowing down, withdrawing... not quite stopping, and eventually back to just lazy finger-traces on the surface of her pussy. Jenni's breathing was slower now, her body more relaxed beneath him. "I plan to make you come a lot," Steve said, and Jenni almost smiled at the thought. "And you're going to make me come a lot. That's what our deal is, right?" Jenni nodded, and Steve continued. "And there's a lot of stuff I want to do with you... to you. You might not like it all, you might think it's kinky, but you'll do it, right?" She nodded again, this time a bit less readily. "We're keeping secrets here. So you don't have to think about what people might think of it. You can do it, and you can enjoy it -- or not, I guess -- but on your own terms, not what you think people might think of you. I mean, it doesn't matter if mommy and daddy think you're a dirty girl, right? Seeing what you're doing for them." He paused. "Did what's-his-name --" "Vincent," Jenni said, almost whispering. "-- yeah, Vincent. Did he like doing any kinky things with you?" Jenni bit her lip, hesitating. "Look, you're going to be doing a lot of sexual things with me," Steve said. "You're also going to have to talk about them." "He... he made me give him blowjobs," Jenni said, almost looking embarrassed. "You think blowjobs are kinky? Oh shit. You're going to have to push your boundaries a lot further than that." He took a step back from the table. "But I like the idea of you giving blowjobs." Steve undid his belt buckle and let his pants drop to his knees. he had to pull his boxers out over his cock, which had been achingly hard for awhile now. "Why don't you move down to the seat there," Steve said, and as Jenni stretched to lower herself from the top of the picnic table, a subtle movement off to the side caught Steve's eye. As he shuffled back toward the picnic table, he took care to re-angle himself, and looking from the corner of his eye, he found the spot at the edge of the clearing. There was a guy in a jogging suit watching them from behind a tree! He must have just arrived, Steve thought. Well, he can have a look at what I'm getting! He was in front of the seated girl now, Jenni's eyes at about the level of his navel. He moved in right in front of her and looked down. "So, when you were with Vincent, did you like his cock?" "Well, I... I mean, I never really..." "After you sucked him, and after he fucked you, when you were touching yourself... did you think about his cock? Maybe more than him?" Office Top and Bottom Ch. 02 Jenni almost blushed. "Yes, I guess so." Steve gripped the base of his cock and leaned forward, brushing it against her lips. "Well, I want to like my cock. I want you to get to know it. You're going to suck me off, but before you do, you can explore it a bit. Don't wait for me to have to tell you what to do." Steve dropped his hand, leaving his cock in front of Jenni's face. She studied it for a few seconds, and he watched her looking it over. Jenni involuntarily licked her lips quickly, then raised her hands to it, running her fingers over it like the fabled blind men examining the elephant. Steve felt a pleasurable jolt as she tentatively touched his cock. After a few seconds, her hands were moving as if she were taking his words literally, exploring his cock like she were setting off on a science project -- her fingers making an 'O' and fitting over the head, the doing the same for the base; then squeezing at the base and watching his head flare; then lifting it up to look at his balls, and then gently cupping them, as if to measure their weight. And then, again very tentatively, slowly stoking his cock up and down. "Yeah, that's it," Steve huffed. His eyes were occasionally darting over to the tree at the edge of the clearing, seeing the man's eyes there fixated on his cock and Jenni's face. This is so hot! Now Jenni moved further, and her tongue darted out and just touched the head of his cock. That was enough to make Steve twitch with pleasure, and the tongue returned -- and then Jenni leaned in further and licked up and down the length of his shaft. This was less tentative. "You liked it, didn't you?" Steve asked, as her lips now kissed his cockhead. "You liked having his cock in your mouth." Jenni nodded, and Steve could feel that moving his cock up and down. She moved forward, and the tip popped in her mouth, her tongue running against the sensitive underside of his glans. Steve grabbed the base of his cock and pulled back for a second. Jenni looked up, disappointment in her eyes. "And when you made him come, did you swallow it?" She nodded again. "Did you like the taste?" She smiled, and he didn't need to wait for more of an answer. He moved his cock back against her lips and quickly she engulfed it, now starting to suck on him, her head moving up and down his shaft. Holy fucking shit! She knows what she's doing all right. Once again, he carefully looked over to peek at the dude spying on them. Without hesitating, Jenni was now taking pretty much the full length of him, no longer a shy amateur at all. He silently thanked Vincent, who must have taught her how to deepthroat. It was almost too much, and Steve could feel a tingling in his balls. No, not yet! I don't want this to end yet. Once again, he gripped the base of his cock and withdrew it from Jenni's mouth. This time he held on to his cock, rubbing it against her cheeks and lips. "We have to slow down here for a minute." He put his cock back in Jenni's mouth and guided it in. "Go slow," he said, he he put his hand on the back of her head, holding her close ensuring her mouth would stay on his cock. Then he turned his head and looked directly at the guy behind the trees. "Do you wanna get in on this?" he asked, in a loud voice that would carry across the clearing. Jenni's head jolted, as she tried to turn and look at where Steve was directing his voice, but now he had both hands on her head, holding it in place. For a second, Steve thought the guy was going to take off, but then he stepped out from behind the tree. As he walked across the clearing, Steve could see it was a younger guy, about Jenni's age, obviously out for his after-work jog. And now it was his lucky day! It only took the guy a few seconds to step up beside Steve, and once he was in in the range of Jenni's sight, her eyes opened wide. "This is Jenni," Steve said to the guy. "She loves sucking cock, and she wants to taste your come." The guy was intently looking over Jenni's naked body, and without saying anything, he tugged down his sweatpants and underwear. After the time he'd spent watching Steve getting blown, he was fully erect. His circumcised cock was average -- about the same length as Steve's, but a little thicker, with a less elegant bulbous head. A drop of precome oozed out from the tip. Steve relaxed his grip on Jenni's head, then let go. "Go ahead, suck it," he said. Without hesitating, Jenni pulled her mouth off Steve's member and turned to take on this guy's. There was no slow exploration this time, as she simply wrapped her lips around his shaft and started to work her way down on it. It didn't take long for her to have the whole length of it in her mouth, her mouth wide open to handle the girth at its base. That is so beautiful, Steve thought, and he could tell Jenni was using her tongue and suction on the guy's cock, and he closed his eyes, his face momentarily slackening into a look of sheer bliss. Then she pulled back so he could bob her head up and down on his cock. Even if seeing Jenni sucking this stranger's cock was super-exciting, the break had brought Steve back from the brink of orgasm. After just observing for a minute or so, he leaned forward and tapped her cheek with his cock. "Okay, back to me for a bit," he said. Quickly, Jenni switched back and engulfed Steve's cock. She's really into this now, he thought, feeling the ministrations of her mouth offered with an intensity that hadn't been there before. He couldn't let her go for too long -- he still didn't want to come yet -- so he quickly said, "now back to him." Jenni switched again, and it didn't look like this guy was going to be able to hold out for much longer, either. But instead of waiting for more instruction, Jenni stopped sucking the guy and instead reached up and gripped one cock in each of her hands. Holding the two stiff units in front of her, Jenni rapidly went back and forth, bobbing once or twice down one cock before doing the same to the other, and then each one up and down in turn. The alternating attention meant that both guys were building up a little slower, but this was such an amazingly sexy sight that Steve knew it wouldn't be long now. After Jenni once again deep throated Steve and the other guy in quick succession, that was it. "Oh, fuck," the guy muttered as Jenni pulled off him. There was still a string of saliva connecting her lip and his cock and he started to jerk himself off. Steve was about to tell her to open her mouth, but it only took him a couple strokes before jets of white semen started shooting from his cock. And it turned out that Jenni didn't need any warning: her head was tipped back and her tongue was sticking out as the guy directed his spurts into her mouth. She caught most of it, though one forceful blast had sprayed across her cheek. Jenni closed her mouth, looked up at the guy, and then over to Steve. She swallowed, licked her lips, swallowed again, and then smiled at them. It looked like the guy wasn't going to stick around. As she finished swallowing, he was already tucking his spit-slick and wilting cock back in his sweatpants. Doesn't he want to see me come? Steve wondered. But without waiting, he turned away, and was already jogging as he hit the path through the trees. And as he departed, another guy stepped out into the clearing. Oh, shit! I didn't even notice this one! "Bravo," the new man said. "Quite a sight to behold. Might I be able to take a turn now?" He had a strange manner of speaking, as if he had stepped out of an old-fashioned play. He was an older man with graying hair, and overweight. But that didn't matter so much as the weird excitement that Steve felt from the unexpected illicitness that had overtaken the afternoon. I could watch her suck cocks all day! "The more the merrier," Steve said, looking over at the fat man. "Two on one is pretty fucking hot." "Why yes, it is," he replied. "But what I had in mind was two on one the other way... I was perhaps wondering -- would you like to join your friend in sucking my cock?" A whole Fourth of July's worth of fireworks went off behind Steve's eyes. Wait... suck his cock? But yesterday... and suddenly his mind was flooded with the weird sensations he had experienced the day before when the janitor had blackmailed him. Steve felt like time had frozen, like he'd been punched in the gut, and his mind was filled with the feelings he'd experienced while giving the janitor head. His face must have been locked in a puzzled expression. For the first time in a while, Jenni spoke. "Go ahead, you look like you want to." She paused. "We're keeping secrets here. So you don't have to think about what people might think of it." In a strange sort of haze, Steve stepped around the man and sat to Jenni's right on the bench of the picnic table. Undoing his belt, the man slowly lowered his slacks, revealing a pair of mauve-colored silk boxers. He eased those down over his thick waist, letting them fall to his knees. There were no grey pubic hairs to match his crown, as the area around his cock and balls was clean-shaven and perfectly smooth. His uncut cock was flaccid, his foreskin completely covering the head with a loose, pursed pucker at the end. Steve was fascinated by the man's cock, and quickly found himself reaching out to touch it. He rubbed the skin at the base, marveling at how soft and smooth it was, like there had never been hair there at all. The same with the man's balls, large and dangling low -- they were very warm and the flesh was and had a curious, but not unwelcoming texture. And finally, he grasped the man's cock. He played with it a little, again fascinated by the foreskin, and how it seemed like this older man had so much of it. And then he licked the unretracted head before letting the whole thing slide into his mouth. The limp, stubby cock fit in easily, and Steve was working his tongue around it and suckling at the tip. With his nose pressed up close against the man, Steve smelled an exotic mix, like leather and vanilla. It seemed mysterious and expensive. After a minute or so, Steve was also worried that he wasn't doing it right, as the man didn't seem to be getting hard at all. But the man reached down and started stroking his hair, making encouraging mutters, "good boy... that's good." Steve kept going, though it still didn't seem to be making a difference. The man pulled back and offered himself to Jenni, so set upon him in the same way Steve had been. Steve could see from the twitching of her cheeks that Jenni was working hard on the man's cock. She forced herself on to it as much as she could, to the extent that he mouth was wrapped tightly around the base, her face pressed right against the man's torso. And yet, as the man withdrew from her mouth his cock was still almost entirely flaccid. He gripped it and waggled it between Steve and Jenni's faces. "Two talented mouths! I think, perhaps, I'd like to feel you both at once, now." Each taking a side, Steve and Jenni set to licking the man's cock. Watching each other, they sometimes matched long, slow tongue-strokes, then broke into bursts of quick lip-smacks. Now, there was a bit of heft to the man's member. Steve's right hand was on the man's hip for support, and he looked up, distracted, as the man took it in his own as he leaned over Steve. He licked Steve's index finger up and down, then put it in his mouth, slobbering on it. He leaned down further, closer to Steve's ear. "Stick that in my asshole," he said. This didn't seem to be the time to argue, and as the man straightened up, Steve reached around, patting at the man's well-padded rump, searching for the cleft between his asscheeks. Finding the spot, his hand traced down, and felt its way around until he found the target. The spit-soaked finger rubbed against the man's sphincter for a moment, and then slipped in easily. The man hummed in satisfaction, "Ah-hmmmmm, yesss." As Steve was momentarily focused on working his finger in deeper and wiggling it around, Jenni took over on the man's cock, again sucking in his whole length. Steve had fingered girls' assholes before, so the tight warmth enclosing his finger wasn't an entirely new sensation. But the fact that he was sticking his finger up a stranger's butthole, the idea that this older fat man wanted his asshole prodded made it feel strange... and sexy. Soon, his finger was in up to the second knuckle. And as his hand flattened and spread itself apart to gain purchase against the man's fleshy buttocks, it was soon pushed in all the way. He began to move his finger around, stroking against the man's insides. And now, as Jenni eased back, releasing the man's cock from her mouth, it was nearly fully erect. The head was fully pushed-out now, and the loose, saggy foreskin was now held tight around it. This didn't look like a wilted pizzler any more, it looked like a virile sex-club. And Steve wanted to suck it vey badly. Taking over from Jenni, his mouth engulfed the man's cock, and he slid in as much as he could. Now, there was more than he could handle, but he set to work with his tongue, bobbing up and down on it. The man's sophisticated odors were mixed with something else now, and all Steve could think as he started twisting his head was how wonderful the cock tasted. He had been sucking with such intensity that it didn't take long before he felt short of breath, so he pulled off and Jenni quickly took over again. All along, his finger continued to wiggle about inside the man's asshole. Jenni could take the man much deeper in her mouth. I have to learn how to do that! he thought to himself as he watched. They switched off a couple more times, and it seemed like the fat man had a superpower to keep himself from coming, despite the most intense efforts by the cocksucking pair to coax him to orgasm. But the man was clearly enjoying the attention, continuing to hum and utter low moans as they worked. And then while Jenni was working on the man's cock, Steve realized he could try something else, so he moved lower and twisted his head, leaning in so he could lick the man's smooth balls. Realizing what he was doing, Jenni lifted herself up, giving him a bit more room to maneuver, and soon he was lapping and tonguing the man's scrotum. Gently, he slipped one of the man's testicles into his mouth. It was surprisingly large and heavy as he sucked on it. The man mumbled his approval, and Steve switched to the other before releasing it and going back to licking up and down his ballsack. Jenni seemed eager to try this as well and took over for him as they switched positions. Now, Steve could feel something different -- something building up in the man's cock. It felt like they were getting close to finishing him off, so Steve went at the man with everything he could muster, again trying to get as much of the man's cock in his mouth as Jenni had taken, but without much success. After another minute of this, the man was ready to blow. He gestured for the pair to move back as he began to quickly jerk himself off. Watching, Steve began to dart his finger in and out of the man's asshole, trying to match him with every fast stroke. The man let out a little moan, and half-turned toward Steve. Steve knew what was next and opened his mouth as the man started coming. His semen was very watery, and there was a lot of it, jet after jet shooting into his mouth, rushing out over his lips. Steve started to swallow, not just out of instinct, but also admitting to himself, I really want his come. In all the excitement and rush, he hardly even tasted it as it rushed down his throat, but he was too busy trying to swallow it all to be disappointed. Finally, with a loud huff, the man took a step back. To keep his balance, Steve jerked his hand away, pulling his finger from the man's backside, and for a second, it looked as if everyone was going to slump forward with exhaustion. The man took a deep breath and looked Steve up and down. "My boy, I think it must be your turn... why don't you get up on the table?" So, with an awkward shuffle -- his pants were still bunched around his knees -- Steve pulled himself up on the tabletop, and soon he was in almost the same pose he had positioned Jenni in not long ago. Steve's cock was still hard, and with the prolonged excitement, there was a large damp spot in his boxers where his dribbling precome had oozed. The man reached between Steve's knees, under the bunched-up boxers, and lifted them up, turning them inside out. He bent forward, lowering his face to the fabric that had nestled against Steve's crotch and let his tongue dart out against the slick spot where the precome had pooled. The he stood straight again, reached down, and began to stroke Steve's hard cock. Steve breathed out sharply and closed his eyes at the sudden, intense sensation. The man slowed down, and his other hand reached under Steve's shirt, pressing firmly against his belly and sliding until it found his belly button. One fingertip rubbed around it, then slipped inside and began to wiggle, just as Steve's finger had been doing in the man's asshole. The other hand moved slowly on Steve's cock, not rubbing it so much as flexing against it, very slowly. Steve closed his eyes more tightly. He was feeling an intense erotic thrill, feeling a wave building up within him. But the man was touching him with practiced carefulness, deliberately not letting Steve reach the boiling point. A slow stroke, then a squeeze; a rub and twist and then a pause -- Steve's pleasure was building, but the man was totally in control of him, and would not yet let him come. Now his hand pulled off Steve's cock and moved down, stroking his balls, and then settled in underneath them, pinching and rubbing the buried base of Steve's penile shaft, then moving a couple inches lower, to a spot just above his asshole where his fingers settled. As the man started tapping out something that seemed like a morse code message, another wave of pleasure washed over Steve as the sensations from his prostate radiated outward. Steve had never felt anything like this before, never imagined that such a peak was possible. He hit that point that always came right before the orgasm, the mindless moment of pure pleasure before the semen starts bursting out -- but this man knew how to hold him right there, at the moment of ecstasy, stretching it out. The hand against his his belly pushed down more firmly, pressing in amongst the reaches of his public hair, before the man's first two fingers forked out like a 'V' on either side of his cock, the fingers gently digging into his flesh. And the other hand again tapped out a message above his asshole. With a loud buzzing in his ears, Steve thought he was going to faint, when finally he started coming. His cock almost felt too engorged to squeeze out his semen, and the orgasm washed over him in agonizingly delicious slow motion. His eyes closed, Steve was almost entirely in some other place, far too gone to wonder at the fact that this man had brought him to this astonishing orgasm while not actually touching his cock. And then, as the semen erupted, it was almost like the protective bubble surrounding Steve burst, as sight and sound suddenly rushed back to him. He felt, for just a second, almost entirely paralyzed and overpowered by the sudden rush of sense data -- and still consumed by the erotic rush of his orgasm. His semen came, not in rocket-like shots, but in slow, thick gushes, oozing out and running down his hard cock. Oozing, seething, pleasure radiating from some hidden point in his lower body. And then, like some survival mechanism kicking in, the normal confines of perception locked back into place with almost a snapping motion, and though dizzy, Steve was back from whatever place the man had taken him. Already, as he looked over, the fat man was pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt in. Office Top and Bottom Ch. 02 Steve blinked, and tried to catch his breath. "How did you...?" he couldn't finish the sentence. The man looked at him with a half-smile, began to turn away. "Can... can we do that again?" Steve managed to ask. The man paused for a moment. "Oh, you'll find me," he said. And with that, he walked away, leaving the clearing without looking back. Jenni, who had been watching all of this with keen interest, sat down beside Steve on the bench of the picnic table. Steve's cock was mostly limp now, settling down into the pool of semen that had oozed out of him. Jenni gingerly moved his penis aside, and with two fingers, began scooping up the thick ejaculate. Leaning forward, she transferred it to her mouth, slowly gathering it all up before lifting herself over him to lick the area clean. This was a pleasant sensation for Steve, though he now felt almost like he was hungover from the intense intoxication he'd experienced. He still felt languid and disconnected from everything around him, and it was only when Jenni finished, stood up, and began getting dressed that the whole situation that had brought him here came back to his mind. Oh shit! Is that going to make me weak, make her think I can't control her? he wondered to himself. Or maybe she'll take it the other way, that she can let herself go, give herself up to something. I dunno. She really seemed to be getting into it, though... They hardly spoke as they dressed and left the clearing, making their way back to the car. But as Steve drove Jenni home, the mental list he'd been putting together all afternoon came back to the forefront of his mind. He began to explain to her the new rules of their relationship. * * * The next month might have been the best of Steve's life. Jenni, it seemed, was getting quite tired of having everything in her life planned for her by her parents; she wanted different things, yet she still seemed to want someone to direct her. And the fact that her parents still tried to run her life even as she was stealing from her employer to bail out their debts had raised up a rebellious streak in her. In one sense, Steve had come along at just the right time to give her a way to act out. For there was no doubt that her parents would highly disapprove of the things she was getting up to. Steve had implemented a new schedule at work. Every day, he met Jenni in a storeroom for a blowjob; most days there was time for him to return the favor and eat her pussy. And at the end of every day, Steve went to an unobtrusive box at the side of the mail room and fished out the pair of panties that Jenni had worn that day. Steve took the panties home every night and examined them, and sniffed them and usually jerked off with them, thinking about Jenni finishing off her workday, and getting a ride home with her parents with no panties. This even continued, when, after a couple weeks, at Steve's suggestion Jenni started wearing skirts to work every few days. Every few days, he returned Jenni's used panties via the same mail room box. Most of them, anyway. And even better: Steve discovered that Jenni's parents belonged to a Chinese social club that met every Wednesday night until late. So he began driving Jenni home and having sex with her there. There was always time to fuck her at least twice, and a chance to explore every position and variation that he could think of. He loved it when he pinned Jenni down and fucked her hard from behind, and he loved how grateful she was when he made love to her slowly and gently. Steve encouraged Jenni's rebellion against her parents, and soon, they were even fucking in their bed. After a few weeks, when Steve brought his camera and began taking pictures of Jenni, nude poses as well as ones of her performing sexual acts, she didn't protest at all. He had been posting them on a "wives and girlfriends" website, and was getting a lot of "likes" and encouraging suggestions for more. It was an amazing time, and Steve was feeling sexually satisfied beyond his wildest dreams, relaxed and happier than he remembered. Then, one morning, he arrived at work to find an envelope on his desk with his name on it. The nonchalance with which he opened it quickly turned to something else as he pulled out a piece of paper -- a home-printed photograph of him sucking the janitor's cock. There was a message on the back, written in blocky capital letters, "STAY AT WORK LATE TONIGHT". Steve's heart sank; suddenly he remembered what it felt like to be the one being blackmailed.