13 comments/ 153691 views/ 13 favorites A Day at the Office By: naughty goddess "Oh good, she won't be back for a few hours." Chloe thought to herself as she flicked the computer on. Her superior, Yvonne, had just gone off to lunch with a client. Her company had a policy, personal computer use was strictly forbidden. However, her fiancee had been gone for almost 3 weeks and her only means of contact with him was via random emails. With the office door closed, excitedly, she clicked the INBOX open, and there waited a sexy little message. Her nipples hardened instantly as she began to read, "I'm missing you, you face, your smile, your blond hair, your tits, your pussy, and most of all your lovely, sensitive clit. I want you to touch yourself, and imagine my tongue at your pussy lips. Tracing up and down, pushing deeper with every lick. I hope to taste you soon. xxx." He always made her hot, but in his absence, she felt more lustful than ever. She craved a touch more now than ever. As she closed out her account, she began day dreaming about his delicious cock, and how she wanted to lick, stroke and suck it, before ropey strands of cum splashed on to her lips and tongue. She reached between her thighs as she felt the dampness accumulate and saturate her panties. She had to touch herself. What harm could it do? Yvonne would not be back for a while she thought. She slowly began unbuttoning her suit jacket, revealing her ample, firm breasts. The feeling of the jacket slipping off her shoulders and the cool air con sweeping across her exposed flesh had made her pussy throb even more. Her jacket fell to the floor. She slowly unzipped her skirt, letting the material slide loosely over her hips, and dropping in a heap around her ankles. She walked over to the black leather chair to release some of the pressure that made her pussy so tight with the urgency to be touched. Gently stoking herself from the outside of her panties, she felt tingles of pleasure shooting up her spine. Her panties were already soaked with her juices. Feeling the damp saturation, only made her pussy trickle the sweet fluid even more abundantly. She tugged the lacy fabric between the lips of her cunt, making her clit harden and pulsate. Licking her lips, wishing she could taste herself, she began to rub the hot, moist fabric. First very slowly, she rubbed her shaved pussy. With each second she moved more vigorously. Her body began quivering with shocks of pleasure Waves of excitement started to radiate through her body as she began to moan in ecstasy... until she heard the door knob begin to turn... Yvonne, walked into the building exhausted and irritated. Sweeping her reddish brown hair from her cheek, she sighed. The client meeting was quick but still no deal had been made... which only meant another meeting. All she wanted and this point was to get into her office, pack her things away, and get home to a glass of merlot, and a relaxing vibrator session. She reached for the door of her office and twisted the knob, shocked by what was at her desk waiting for her. Her assistant nearly naked. Her tits looked fabulous and her pussy, though covered by lace, was begging to get licked. Chloe nearly crying, stammered, "I am so sorry, I'll pack my things and go, just please, don't tell anyone what you just saw, I'll do anything!" Instantly Yvonne felt the blood rush between her legs. A wave of passion consuming her thoughts. She knew this situation could definitely work to her advantage. As she closed the door behind her, and locked it, she mischievously grinned at her helpless victim. Her blue eyes glimmered with lust. "You'll do anything?" she asked as she moved closer to the desk. "This will be our little secret, correct?" Chloe nodded nervously, but sensed that what was about to happen was something she would enjoy immensely. "I will do anything you ask," she breathed heavily. As Yvonne started to unbutton her jacket, she commanded the young slutty girl, "Stand up, and bend over the desk!" Obediently she did as she was told. As she undressed herself, jacket, skirt, shoes, stockings, she admired the girl's lovely ass, licking her lips, imagining the sweet nectar of her pussy. She pulled the black lace aside with one hand, with the other she slid a finger between the glistening folds of flesh. Disappearing into the tight, pink pussy before her. Slowly pushing it in, then out, adding a second finger, again, in and out, a third, in and out. The girls breathing quickened with each thrust. Fingers gliding in and out of the sleek crevice. Her hand glossy with cum, which was also oozing down the assistants thigh. As the moans of her assistant became more intense, her pussy was also pulsating and throbbing with desire. Wet with lustful anxiety. Ready for some stimulation of her own, She sat back on the floor. "Sit on the desk and look at me." she instructed, as she started to massage her clit. Chloe stood straight and started to sit back on the desk. She maintained eye contact with her superior as she spread her legs over the mahogany desk top. She had come numerous times already, but seeing her sexy dominant boss below her made her want to get touched and tasted again and again. She once again started to dip her fingers into her slippery slit, and took them up to her mouth to taste the sticky fluid that was practically pouring from her. Yvonne was also near coming as she pumped her fingers in and out of her, while working her clit with the other. Both woman were staring intently at each other. Licking their lips and writhing as they were consumed by climax. As they came both threw their heads back with elation as the shivers of orgasm rushed through their bodies. As they caught their breath nothing was said. Only grins of satisfaction crossed their lips. A Day at the Office This is a story of a day in the office, and a few days that followed. I work for a company where I am my own boss and I pretty much do and say what goes. Most of the time I am busy with work, but when I'm not busy with work, I spend my time surfing the web and teasing myself to no end. This particular day was a crazy one in the morning, and all I could think about was sex. Finally, I got caught up and decided it was time to do a little reading. Most days I am in the office by myself, so I usually don't worry about anyone walking into see something they wouldn't expect from me. I was reading a few emails from internet lady friends. Well, the second email was a great one. Talking about what she and I were going to be doing the following weekend when she and I went to Las Vegas. Her email got me all worked up and I just couldn't help but rub my cock through my pants. The downside to my office is that my back faces the window and there is a deck outside my office window. Well, my cock needed to get out of my pants. I just couldn't help it. So I pulled my cock out and enjoyed myself with the thoughts of all the incredible teasing and great sex that was forthcoming. Out of nowhere, my owner's 20 year old daughter walked in my office. Where the hell did she come from! I never heard the door open! I tried to compose myself, when she says, "Please don't stop. My boyfriend won't even admit that he does that. I want to watch." I was floored. She was smoking hot and had an incredible body. Perky tits, great legs, and what an ass. I had always wanted to fuck her but I knew that she wouldn't ever think about a guy 13 years older than her, besides her boyfriend was a very cool dude. She watched intently. That got me even more excited. "Can I ask you questions?" she asked. I nodded and said, "I don't know how well I will answer them though." "I'll wait until you're done." She replied. She and I had a great relationship, and had talked about many things together. We had even talked a few times about sex. She obviously had feelings there for me. She sat there and stared at me while I continued to stroke my cock. I watched her. She was squirming in the chair and her face was getting flush. Not from embarrassment, but from excitement. Well, that put me over the edge that I wanted. I stroked my cock 5 more times and came in the towel that I had ready for me. "Wow", was all she could say. The first words out of my mouth were, "Please don't say anything to anyone." "Never!" she replied. As I sat back up in my chair and adjusted myself, I started to ask her how she snuck into the office. She said, "I was weeding outside and got on the deck to grab something and watched you from outside for a while and decided I wanted a much closer look." I responded, "Well, I hope you enjoyed it." Knowing that she did by how flushed her face was. She wiped her face and said, "Ok, now can I ask questions?" "Fire away", I said. She proceeded to ask me about male masturbation. "What gets you going? What do you think about? Have you ever done that in front of someone like you just did?" I quickly responded, "Anything can get me going. I think about experiences in the past, and fantasies that I have too. And yes, I have done that in front of someone before. Now it's my turn for questions." "Ok", she says. "What did you think about it?" I asked. "Oh my god," she said, "I loved it. It made me want to reach in my shorts and play with myself." "Have you ever done that in front of someone?" I asked. "Hell no!" she replied. I told her that I thought she should. It is incredible. You never know what can happen. She asked what I meant. I told her that people docrazy things when they are filled with all that sex. I had this friend once who was married. We had a mutual agreement that we wouldn't touch each other, but we would masturbate in front of each other. Well, after a few times of us being together, she jumped me. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it and finished up with an incredible blowjob. I could tell that she thought that the idea of masturbating in front of someone turned her on. She looked at me and said that she had better get going but not to worry she wouldn't tell a sole. A few days later, on a Saturday, I am in the office all alone again. Nothing unusual. It was a very busy day and I didn't have anytime to help the stirring in my pants. All of the sudden she is standing in my doorway with a shit eating grin on her face. I looked at her and said, "What?" "My boyfriend is such a prude." She said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I told him I wanted us to have a masturbation session together, and he had the nerve to tell me that he doesn't do that. I want to do it. I think it would take our sex to a new and incredible level" she complained. I told her that she was right, but I couldn't help her. She looked at me with another devilish grin. "That's where you are sort of wrong." She replied. By the confused look on my face she said, "I was wondering if we could work one off, as you call it, in front of each other." I have to admit the idea was a great one but I told her I didn't think that was such a great idea. "Look, I know what you said about that one chick. I want to see what it's like. Please," she begged. Again, I resisted my huge urge and told her no. As I told her no again, she stood up and said, "Fuck you, I'm going to get you going." With that, she sat back down and pulled her running shorts to the side to show me her freshly shaved pussy. "See, look at my pussy. It wants to be watched. Please!" How could I resist. I had thought about fucking her many, many times. And what an incredible looking pussy. I just sat there and watched her as she played with her pussy. Running her finger up and down her slit. Stopping at her clit and giving it a little extra attention. All of the sudden she stopped. Pulled her shorts back over her pussy, and said, "Ok, now let's see that big cock of yours. I want to see you stroke that cock like you did the other day." I looked at her and told her she was crazy. She stood up, took off her tank top to reveal her small but yet very inviting tits. Then she slid off her running shorts and sat back down in the chair in my office, spread her legs wide over the arms of the big chair. She looked at me (I'm sure I had a total look of shock on my face) and said, "well, I'm waiting. Get that cock out and let's have some fun!" I couldn't hold back anymore. The site of this HOT naked 20 year old across the desk from me was driving me insane. She started off by pinching her nipples. Twisting them, pulling on them. Just watching her play with her tits made my mouth water. She then slid a hand down her nice tight stomach and her hand came to rest on her swollen pussy. She looked up at me and said, "If you expect to watch me, you better get that cock out so I can see it." It was time. I stood up, dropped my pants and boxers to the floor, and rolled my chair so she could see what I was doing. I watched her intently. With one hand she is pinching and pulling on her nipples, and with the other she starts rubbing her clit. This drove me wild. I watched her as she started to fuck herself with her long slender finger. Then it became two fingers. She brought her other hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit again as she fucked her pussy with two fingers. My cock was throbbing. This wasn't helping the fact that I still wanted to fuck her. I looked at her face and knew she was close. As my eyes made their way back down to that incredible pussy, she slid in a finger into her ass. Oh my god, that put me on the edge and she started to cum. She was in pure ecstasy. She was watching me and looked at me and said, "Cum for me baby. I want to see how much you liked what you just saw." Needless to say, that put me over the edge. I felt like I was going to pull the head off my cock as I through myself into oblivion. As we composed ourselves, she looked at me and said, "I don't know about you, but that was incredible for me. I know you were reluctant at first, but I enjoyed watching you the other day and since my boyfriend wouldn't do it for me, I thought I could get you. Don't worry, this is our little secret." I didn't know what to say. I was completely speechless. I loved what just happened, but yet she was my boss's daughter! She finished getting dressed and looked at me and said, "Well, I'm going to go finish weeding the gardens outside. I'll talk to you soon." A Day at the Office I really appreciate votes, and especially feedback. I can't improve my writing if I don't know what my readers are thinking! * As you bring in my morning coffee and stock quotes, you deftly turn and lock the door. I look up at the click of the lock, and then return to my paperwork, sliding my chair back from my mahogany desk. You gently set down the mug and newspaper, and I arch my eyebrow over the papers I'm inspecting, and without further ado you sink to your knees in front of me, the space between me and my desk being the perfect size for you to fit in. As I finish doing my morning paperwork you fish my semi hard cock from out of my trousers, and with practiced ease you suck it into your mouth and quickly work it to its full length with your skilled tongue and mouth. I lean back slightly, enjoying the sensations coursing up my pulsing member as you move forward slightly, allowing me to see down your shirt to your braless cleavage. You suck me deep into your throat, humming lightly so that I feel the vibration on my cock head. After continuing this for close to twenty minutes, you work me up to the brink of orgasm then ease off, toying with me until I can take it no longer and press my large hand onto the back of your head. I force you to keep my cock deep in your throat as I fire off my morning load straight into your waiting belly. When I finally let go of your head, you quickly clean any last drops off my dick and lovingly tuck it back into my pants. You flash your pantiless ass at me as you stroll back to your desk outside, promising more fun during the lunch break. We both work hard through the day, until finally it's time for lunch. You again leave your desk and stroll into my corner office, noting the amazing view I have from my windows as you lock the door and climb onto my cleared desk. I move my chair closer to you, and when it gets within reach you plant your silky smooth legs on the arms and draw me closer. I finally move close enough and I push your skirt fully away from your beautiful body, getting you to lift up slightly so your firm ass rests only on the polished wood. I slowly plant light kisses and breaths all the way up you toned sexy legs, until finally my lips reach your already wet pussy. I begin with light kisses all over it, and move slowly to gentle licks up the length of your slit, moving my tongue slowly, coating every inch and not missing a drop of your sweet nectar. My lips lock around your engorged clitty, gently tickling it with my tongue and pulling on it with my lips. Your hands come down on my head, forcing my tongue deep into you, so I oblige you and I begin fucking you with rapid strokes of my tongue – pushing it in as far as I can and twirling it around to touch as much as I can. One hand goes from your thigh to your clit, and my fingers match the pace of my tongue, as I eat you out as hard as I can. You finally cum against my mouth and I continue sucking, trying to gather every sweet drop from your slick pussy lips. As I stand up, your legs stay on my broad shoulders, and I move forward guiding my thick hard cock to right outside your waiting pussy. I tease you slightly, making you ask me to fuck you and as I hear the words leave your lips I thrust forward as my hands pull your hips back to me. I drive into you in one smooth motion, my thick eight inch cock gliding into your tight pussy and filling you to the brim. I set a mind wrenching pace, slamming into you again and again as fast as I can, we shake the heavy desk with the frantic pace I drive into you. We continue for what seems like an eternity, my constant barrage on your pussy bringing you to more than one orgasm in the half hour we are fucking. We stop to catch our breath for a moment and see that lunch has ended ten minutes ago, but instead of stopping, we quickly replace everything and sneak you under my desk. You kneel on your hands and knees, with your perfect ass facing back at me under the desk, and as I glide forward in my leather chair, I see you raise your butt slightly, so I continue forward, trapping you in with my chair as my cock slides back into your pussy. We both work hard for the rest of the day, me on my paperwork and you on my hard cock, fucking back into me with as much force as you can. you keep pressing into me as quickly as you can, and when you finally feel me cum deep inside you, causing your fifth orgasm, you quickly turn around and engulf me in your mouth, sucking me back to hardness as fast as possible I feel myself come back to full mast in your mouth, and instead of letting you finish me off in your mouth, I make you turn again. As you attempt to resume your fucking of my dick, my office door opens and one of the vice presidents walks in. You don't dare move, afraid you'll make a noise, and I get annoyed at this unwanted break in our session. As I continue to discuss the man's problems, I reach under the desk and slowly guide my prick back toward you, you raise your hips to retake me in your tight slit, but I push down on your hips slightly, letting you know that I'm going to slowly fuck your ass for stopping. You quietly leave your hips where I positioned them, and reach back to spread your firm cheeks so I can enter easier. I slowly push against your tiny rose bud, and I barely bite down a grown at the tightness as my cock head finally pops in. I keep up the steady pressure, finally getting my entire eight inches deep in your sexy ass. You slowly begin fucking back against me, trying to slowly get used to the size, but I'm having none of it. I thrust forward quickly and unexpectedly, catching you off guard and causing you to moan out loud. Immediately you freeze, knowing that the vice president heard you. You hear him ask what the noise was, but you don't hear my response. All of a sudden you hear his deep voice addressing you, asking you to please climb out from under the desk. I roll back my chair, and you stand up, my cock leaving your tight asshole with a slight pop. The Vice president moves around in front of you, looking you up and down, and then he lashed out quickly before you can respond, and tears your shirt open down the front. He quietly tells you that you shouldn't wear ripped clothes to work. So you quickly strip out of the shirt and your skirt, and stand before the two of us naked. We maneuver around you, inspecting your amazing body from every direction as he and I remove the rest of our clothing. We finally stop our inspection of your flawless body, and he snaps out an order, telling you to drop down and suck his cock to full hardness. At this, he sits down in my chair, so you move around to better envelop his cock. You feel me move behind you, gently gliding into your pussy. You suck and lick his cock, feeling it swell to a nice 7 and a half inches, but a massive two and a half wide. You can barely fit your mouth around it, but my constant driving into your hot pussy helps you swallow his massive cock. He and I look at each other over your smooth back and we nod, and we begin thrusting in unison, every forward thrust of mine pushes you into an upward thrust from him, until you become lost in the sensations. You feel yourself be lifted into the air by my strong arms, and as you're set down on the cool mahogany of my desk you feel my still raging cock press against your asshole, and you sigh as it moves into you, filling you totally. As I lay back on the desk with you bouncing happily on my cock in your ass, you feel the Vice President move up next to us, and as I draw you down into my chest you realize his intentions. I slow down my thrusts into your tight ass, allowing him to gently push his massive dick deep into the tightness of your pussy. Once he is in, we get you to sit back up straight, with you shifting your hips slightly at the massive amount of cock deep in you. We set a good rhythm, making sure that there is always a cock deep in you at all times. You ride us to a shattering orgasm of your own before he and I both thrust deep into you together, releasing our own massive loads. We all get cleaned up in my private bathroom and leave my office at exactly 5 o'clock. Not a bad way to start the week you think as you walk gingerly to your car. A Day at the Office It had been the busiest week since Sir had opened the office and it was now Friday. I had been working for him for almost a year and he had, from the beginning, set out the ground rules clearly. The office was for work and playing was not allowed under any circumstance. Although in the early days I had often fantasized about being under his desk worshiping his cock while he worked, he had maintained a professional office at all times. I was sitting at my desk doing some research when I heard my name. "Gigi," he said, "I left some important papers on my desk at the house for a client that is coming in on Monday. Go pick them up and return them to me as soon as possible." I smiled at him and speaking softly replied, "Yes Sir, I will leave right now." As I drove back to the house, my thoughts drifted to the night before. It had been a very intense night and he had made full use of his slut in our basement dungeon. As the memories of being bound to the cross as he flogged me came rushing back, my body began to react. I was acutely aware of how wet my cunt had become and my nipples hardened in response, rubbing against the lace of my bra. Once home, I let myself in and headed to the study, quickly picking up the papers he needed. I knew he expected me back at the office as soon as possible but as I was about to leave, I stopped and an idea began to form in my mind. While Sir was strict and would not tolerate deliberate disobedience, he on occasion allowed me to wiggle my toes up to the line. Speaking out loud to no one but myself, my voice echoed in the empty room. "It is Friday and Sir has been very stressed this week, so why not have some fun?" I hurried into our bedroom and to the closet. A few minutes later I was changing my clothes. I dressed in the tightest skirt I owned, putting on a bra that barely concealed my breasts and then slipped on an almost see through shirt. I took my time attaching sheer stockings to a garter belt, enjoying every moment of dressing to please him. I finished the outfit with the five inch heel shoes that Sir had bought me last year for my birthday. I stood back for a second to look at myself in the mirror. Pleased with the results, I hurried out of the bedroom. As I left the house for the drive back to the office, my belly filled with exquisite butterflies of excitement. Walking up the stairs to the office was going to be difficult in the shoes but I knew it would be worth it when I saw the look on his face. As I entered I saw that he was on the phone. I walked to his desk, leaning over to give him a full view of my breasts as I presented the papers to him. He barely glanced my way but instead took the papers from my hand and continued with his call. Trying to hide my disappointment I returned to my desk, pausing to bend over at a filing cabinet to retrieve a file I needed making sure to take my time so that my ass could be seen to its best advantage. I dared to glance over my shoulder hoping to see him watching me but my heart sank as I saw him look away. All afternoon I worked using any excuse to walk by him, taking unnecessary trips to the copy machine or leaning over him to brush my breasts against his arm as I brought letters for him to sign. It was as if I was invisible. Not once did he look at me or even seem to notice I was dressed any differently from the morning. "Maybe this was not such a good idea," I thought as I felt small tendrils of fear course through me. I was desperately hoping that he was not furious at me for breaking the rules of no play at the office. Five o'clock came and by now my feet were throbbing. Walking in the heels had been difficult at first but now my feet screamed to be free. I rose from my desk and looked at him. "Sir, I am leaving for home. Is there anything else you need from me before I go?" He stopped what he was doing and glared at me. "Leaving?" He said, "Oh no, my girl you aren't going anywhere. I know exactly what you have been doing and now it's time to pay for your constant teasing." "But Sir," I stammered, "My feet are killing me. Please may I leave and prepare myself at home for you?" "Silence girl!" he shouted, "Get your ass over here now!" Every step was agony as I walked towards him, my only thoughts now were of taking off the shoes and relaxing. Obviously he had other plans for me and as I reached him, he moved around from behind his desk and pushed me forward onto the desk until my face was pressed against the wood and my ass was high in the air. "Don't move," he commanded as I heard him lock the office door. I felt rather than heard him behind me and suddenly I felt my skirt being lifted roughly up over my ass. I tried to stand but he pushed me back down on the desk, cautioning me not to make a sound. My legs were shaking from the strain of still being in the heels and I whimpered a little, afraid now of what he would do. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach for a pair of scissors and I gasped. Silently he trailed the cold steel up my thigh, the tip of the scissors barely touching my skin. Just as I was about to speak to beg him to let me go, he began to slowly cut the silk of my panties. In spite of my fear, or perhaps because of it, I moaned and felt my cunt throb with arousal. Dropping my panties to the floor he told me to stand. I was trembling and when he reached into his desk and took out a roll of duct tape, I was unable to contain a whimper as he ripped several lengths of duct tape from the roll and wrapped it tight around my ankles and thighs. Without warning he grabbed my arms and turned me to face him, ripping my shirt open and cutting through my bra so that my breasts were completely exposed. Grasping one nipple harshly in his fingers he twisted it so hard that my eyes widened in shock. I felt the familiar pain and pleasure rushing through my body and he stood back from the desk watching me silently enjoying my reaction. "So my girl wants to play at the office does she?" he said. "Well then, play she shall." As he spoke, he pushed me back until I was sitting on the edge of the desk. He lifted my legs and I fell back. I was now laying across his desk, my shirt wide open and my skirt raised up. "I have one more call to make my slut so don't make a sound," he ordered. The call seemed to take forever and as I lay there unable to move, I vowed never to break the rules again. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it but even so I became more and more aroused. Being bound had always turned me on and now I was completely at his mercy, exposed and vulnerable to anything he wished to do. He finished his call and hung up the phone and sat silently watching me. I knew better than to speak and so with my eyes pleaded with him to allow me to move. Lighting a cigarette, he silently shook his head no. He finished his cigarette and slowly standing walked around the desk until he was directly in front of me. He thrust his hand behind my thighs and to my cunt. "Wet," he murmured, "What a slut my girl is." He pulled me from the desk until I was standing before spinning me around and pushing me forward until once more I was bent over the desk. I felt him behind me and I moaned as his hands slowly ran down my legs. It was as much as I could do to suppress a scream as without warning he ripped the duct tape from my skin and forced my legs apart. His hands roamed my body alternating between softly caressing me and then pinching my flesh hard. I writhed in pleasure as he slid his fingers into my cunt for a moment, my moans growing ever more desperate with need. I was close to climax and he knew it. He knew how to work my body all the way to the edge and then hold me there until I would do anything for him to fill any of my holes with his cock. He knew my body better than I did and he savored that control. Face down on the desk I could not see him but I heard the zipper of his pants and I cried out in need. Suddenly, he slammed into me forcing his cock deep into my now dripping cunt. Grabbing my hips he pulled me back onto him, fucking me harder and harder. "Yes," he said, "That's what my nasty little whore wanted, wasn't it? A cock inside her." "Oh God! Yes Sir! Yes!" I cried out. "Please, fuck your whore." His cock drove deep into me slamming me against the desk until with one final thrust he exploded, his cum filling my cunt. "Sir, may I cum please?" I begged, and as he answered, "Yes," my own climax broke over me in waves upon waves of pleasure. Later that night at home, I served his dinner naked but for the same pair of five inch heels and my collar. He had forbidden me from taking the shoes off until bed time as punishment for breaking the rules of the office. As I walked from the dining room to the kitchen to do the dishes, taking tiny steps to try and relieve the pain I wondered if it had been worth it. The smile on my face was the answer. A Day At the Office My first internship was arranged by an incompetent woman who had no idea what she was doing, why else would I, a journalism major, be stuck at a software company? I spent my hours collating, photocopying and stapling. It was pretty boring up until the day they reassigned me. I came in that morning wearing what I usually did. Basically I wore the same ill fitting "formal clothes" I wore to church, each garment carefully chosen by my mother to hide every curve that the god of puberty had graciously bestowed upon me. I was a frump master to put it mildly. It was really no surprise to me at all that I was mostly ignored, people handed me things, mispronounced my name and never took much notice of me. I was a bit relieved when I was told that I was going to be assigned to Mr. Chien as his new personal assistant. Even if I didn't give a shit about the job, it made me feel pretty good that I was doing well enough to be promoted. I had noticed him since the first day I arrived. He was tall with beautiful, calm, sun kissed Chinese skin. He had a cocky air to him that one had to respect because as soon as he opened his mouth you knew he deserved it. He was always the first in the office and the last to leave it. There's something admirable, at least to me, about rich people that have good work ethics. I tried not to keep my eyes on his sly seductive smile. It was a daily treat to knock on his door and hand him his morning latté. I paid close attention to him on my first day and saw that he put two sugars and one sweet and low in his coffee cup, then half and half before pouring his coffee. The guy that was hired before me never was much for details and kept bringing him his coffee black. Big mistake. Even though I was his assistant I didn't actually get to have a conversation with him. I was pretty much just his coffee and Danish bitch. Most days he didn't even look up from whatever file he was working on to talk to me. He would just bark for his beverage. I would always make his coffee compliantly until one Friday when he decided to extend our usually four or five word conversations. "Coffee girl, my office." Mr. Chien demanded. I hurriedly finished stirring his coffee, grabbing napkins before meekly making my way into his office. I set his napkin down on his NJ Giants coaster and placed his coffee on it. Then I tried to make a quick exit. " Didn't tell you to leave yet Coffee girl." I froze in my tracks and turned around, looking at his Kenneth Cole shoes "Sorry, sir, would you like a Danish?" "Maybe later, but we need to talk " I nervously wrung my hands and managed to smile, "What about , sir?" "Don't wear that outfit again." He said. "Excuse me?" I said looking him in the eye for the first time that semester. He walked closer to me and closed the door, resting his arm on the doorframe. He seemed to tower above me. "Why would a girl your age even own a dress like that? And the sweater over it? Christ" I found myself glaring at him, I suddenly remembered that his recommendation meant my grade and I tried to soften my features. "Well sir, what would you like me to wear?" He chuckled as he walked to his desk and sipped his coffee. "Something a little more appropriate, something that is actually your size." "Can I leave now?" I said trying to hide my anger. "Oh yeah, sure." I turned around and tried to calmly open the door, but before I could even get my foot out, he called me back. "Oh, do something with you hair too and a little make up wouldn't kill you." I stormed back to my cramped work area to sulk. I had never had a man tear into my looks. It was unfair of him to berate me when I was obviously trying hard to be professional. I deserved a medal for somehow covering the cleavage that was bound to come from 40G breasts. I never wore high heels that would have called attention to my long legs and wide round hips. Nothing tight ever covered my ample and perky ass. I never wore make up to play up my soft afro-Asian features. I was being a good employee. Fuck this job, I thought as I made Mr. Chien his 1:15 coffee. I made sure to dump 8 packets of salt in it and put in generous helping of skin milk. I took my cell phone out of my purse and txt'd my best friend. U ME - Mall NOW I walked into his office and set the coffee down, he was on the phone talking to someone that was most likely just as big an asshole as he was. He didn't acknowledge me at all. Just as well, I thought. My best friend Mejin was waiting by the time I got off the elevator, the office complex we were both working at, was only 2 blocks away from school and almost all the seniors got stuck here. She was at an accounting firm even though she was a biology major. She was pretty and Asian in a sea of white nerds so she came and went as she pleased and no one ever really questioned it. "Work that shitty?" "I need a new outfit, my boss finds this offensive." She looked me up and down and gave me a quizzical look. "Whatever, dude" she said with a shrug we walked to her jalopy and headed for the shopping center. My father always gave me a credit card of his for emergencies and I couldn't imagine a more appropriate use for it. We burned through the mall, building a more appropriate ensemble for myself, getting our nails, feet and hair done as well. I headed to the Mac counter. "Make me look like a porn star." I asked the girl at the counter. Thinking of the commission, she complied. 750 dollars and 4 hours later, I emerged looking more like a video vixen than frumpy member of my high school's Christian Club. I had found a pair of 5 inch black heels that accompanied the black lace top thigh highs I bought. They were attached carefully to the lacy red and black corset I bought from Fredrick's of Hollywood. I knew that the slit in the smart black pencil skirt was long enough to show the seams of the thigh-highs running dangerously up my long dancer's legs. My breasts sat piled into the cups of the corset and tested the strength of newly acquired crisp white dress shirts buttons. "I don't know about appropriate, but you defiantly look hot." Mejin said with a giggle. "Are my nylons straight?" I asked "Yep, we should be getting back, I need to punch out." I walked through the mall, loving ever second of male attention I was getting. This was the N'jaila I was used to being. Not the church marm that everyone at Maxios Software thought I was. Getting back to the building I said my good-byes to Mejin and made my way to the office. The office manager almost broke his neck to get a second look at me as he was leaving. I held my head up and walked confidently, enjoying the music my heels made on the tiled floor. By this time Mr. Chien was the only one still in the office, and certainly the only person in our department still working. He must have heard my heels clicking toward him because he was at his office door seemingly waiting for me. "Coffee girl?" he looked quizzically. "People have names you know." I walked past him into the office. I noticed that in my heels I was practically the same height as him. I walked up to his precious desk and plopped my rear on it, no need for a coaster or a napkin. I made sure that when I crossed my legs he would get a little peak at my thigh and the lace of my nylons. "Is there something you want?" He asked walking slowly to me. I smiled at him, ready to tell him just how much of an ass he was, and how much he could lick the whole of my booty, when he did something unexpected. Mr. Chien knelt before me and began to kiss and fondle the top of my shoe. "Umm, what are you doing." "You were about to tell me off weren't you?" "Well, - yes, I was", he was running his fingers up the long seem of my black stockings, it was distracting, but I still corrected myself. He stood and leaned into me almost whispering in my ear, "what were you going to tell me?" "I am going to tell you you're an asshole." "Oh , really?" He said as he started lifting my skirt , he bent down again and kissed and licked my garter and the flesh of my thigh. "Tell me what you think of me" He groaned between lingering kisses. "I think you're the biggest asshole I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. You're rude, belligerent and everyone can tell you're miserable human being, and I hope you choked on that salty coffee." "Hmm, that it?" he said in his usual condescending tone. For some reason it was exceptionally offensive and before I could stop myself my palm was connecting with his face. My hand immediately recoiled to cover my own shocked face, he was either going to retaliate or have security escort me to ass pounding prison. He looked up at me his hand on his red cheek looking as shocked as I was. Before I could begin sputtering insincere apologies, a slow and determined smile crept onto his full lips. When it was fully realized, he sprang from his feet, grasping my thighs and lifting my body, I landed on my back on his desk sending knick –knacks and sports memorabilia onto the floor. His mouth found mine hungrily, desperately, my lipstick smearing on both our faces. My breast won the battle with my blouse and I could feel at least two buttons liberate themselves. My hands found his shoulders and I was torn between holding him closer or pushing him away. When I finally decided to push I found my efforts only excited him further, which annoyed me all the more. I relaxed and let my body go limp. He stopped and took his lips out of mine, his tongue lingering on my full bottom lip. "You okay?" He said. I let my open palm answer, "Are you out of your fucking mind?" "You should be a boxer." He said with his Cheshire cat grin. "I hate you." "You hate me so much you show up at my office after hours in crotchless panties and fuck-me-shoes?" "I got them from Baker's these are hardly fuck-me-shoes and you called me ugly." "No, that's a lie" He said fondling my right breast. "You insinuated that I was ugly." I said slapping his hand away. "No," he said playing with a ringlet of my hair, "I told you never to wear that outfit again." I rolled my eyes in frustration. "So what were you trying to prove, that you're fuckable?" "You seemed unimpressed." I said looking him in the eye challengingly. "You know why I like you Coffee Girl? You are the only person in the office that tells me "fuck off" everyday." I began to wonder how he knew what I was texting to Mejin everyday. "I mean you don't say it outright, " he continued " You sneak it into other phrases like, 'good morning' or 'here's your coffee'. Your lips deliver different words but the message is always the same 'fuck off. " "And?" I said dismissively, pushing him away. "And I can't remember anything turning me on this much in years." "Well, that says volumes about you , doesn't it." "You can drop the act now." He said coming closer to me. "Act?" "Yes, the Bitch act." "So you're calling me a bitch now? Well isn't this an HR nightmare." " No, I said you're acting like a bitch. Totally different." "Are you going to stop acting like and asshole?" "Oh, I'm not acting," he said with a chuckle," I really am an asshole, but its part of my charm." I shook my head in disbelief. Mostly because I couldn't disagree with him. Since my first day on this miserable job he was the one person that I felt somewhat drawn to. There was really no reason for me to be so attentive to his nuances except that I enjoyed watching the way he moved around the office like a lion over-looking his pride. The brash veracity of his persona was in its essence, sexy. "So what if it is?" I said running my hands up his chest, and grabbing his tie, pulling him back to me. "I like this you a lot better." He said, between kisses on my neck. "I'm the same girl, I just have my tits out." "And what great tits they are. Fucking beautiful legs too." He stood me up, to take a better look at me. I playfully shook my hips and pointed my toe to emphasis his point for him. He grabbed my swaying hips firmly and kissed me deeply. I could taste the coffee still on his tongue. His wandering hands slid from my hips and around my waist, back to my hips and around my bottom. I thought he was just enjoying the curves of my body, but when his left hand abruptly stopped at my side I realized he was looking for my skirt's zipper. He had finally found it he wasted no time relieving me of the cloth. He slid it down my body slowly, past my hips, thighs and down to the floor. He knelt before me again, this time kissing the lacy boundary between my stockings and thigh. I let out a girlish giggle; his sweet breath tickled my sensitive skin. His lips were light and warm, and unexpected pleasure resonated from every kiss. I ran my hands through his hair and gently guided his kisses to my honey pot. He hungrily accepted my offer. I imagined how much his face was flushed with color and arousal, as his tongue explored me. He took me by surprise when he lifted me back onto his desk, and spread my legs so he could get a better view of me. Thanks to years of forced ballet classes I could almost do a full Russian split, I could see him fight his instinct to take his cell phone out and take a picture. He laid his hand on me and lightly stroked my clit. "Do you minor in fucking or something?" "Eight years of ballet." I said. Mr. Chien bent his head down, and slowly licked my opening, still caressing my clit with his thumb. His lips and tongue were warm and slowly rolled side to side and up and down, my hips moved with his motions and I tried to stop myself from moaning, but the sounds seemed to come from someone else. They only got louder as he sucked on my stiff, aroused clit. I felt light headed, euphoric, taking in all the "wrong-ness of the act". I didn't know if he was married or not, he didn't know if I had a boyfriend and neither of us cared. The only thing I cared about was his hot soft tongue and the pleasure it could give me. I grabbed my breast and flicked my pinky fingers on my nipples. Mr. Chien was a master at cungulingus but my own soft touch sent me over the edge. He couldn't hear my screams as my body rocked with violent orgasm, my thighs instinctively closing in spasms. Despite the vise-like grip of my legs he never stopped lapping up my juices like the dog he was. When I could control my extremities, I let Mr. Chein up for a breath of fresh air. He kissed my inner thighs as a covert way to wipe his mouth, I was going to point it out that I was on to him, but I benevolently gave him a pass. As he got up, I sat myself up and rested my hands on the edge of his desk. He rested his head on my thigh. "You're skin is so soft, and smell like – " "If you say chocolate I'm going to kick you in the face." I said. "Give me a little more credit than that, this isn't ethnic kink," "Glad to hear it, but seriously this is getting into buzz kill territory." I said as my hand rested on his shoulder. He stood and my hand glides down his form, to his waist. He kept himself in excellent shape for a man his age, or at least for what I thought a 40 year old would look like. "Let's see what you got," I said as I began to tug at his belt buckle. My hands eagerly attacked his belt and pants, until he was standing before me in all his glory. It was a better looking than I thought. I always pegged him as a guy that would trim but he was completely shaved. He wasn't the longest I'd ever seen, but he was thick and healthy. All in all, it was as handsome as one could expect from genitals. "So what do you think?" he said. "It's okay." I said feigning indifference. "Just okay?" He said grabbing me playfully. "Yeah, but I still want to try it out." I purred into his ear. With more vitality and energy than I could have expected from a man my own age, he tightened his grip on me, swiped the remaining contents of his desk to the floor and laid me on my back in what seemed like one amazing fluid motion. He buried himself in the valley of my breasts. His tongue made a soft wet hot journey to my mouth where his lips devoured mine. His fingers danced about my sweet spot and I couldn't wait to take him inside me. He entered me with the same vigor and hunger that he used to lay me out on his desk. Every one of his thrusts resulted in a burst of pleasure and it seemed with every burst there was another thrust accompanied by a satisfying slap. His hands closed on my waist forcing my back to arch. His strong fingers felt like heaven as they grasped me, as I slowly wound my waist, grinding my clit against his pelvis. I imagined how comical this might look, my boss and I screaming and grunting like animals on his desk. I didn't care, I was in the moment, and at that moment I was being filled to my limit and loving every second of it. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax and I wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel. "I'm going to cum." I screamed. My pleasure encouraged his thrusts and pounded my pussy until I couldn't hold it in any longer. My arms lay useless at my side as I convulsed as if placed in a sea of orgasms and the waves were crashing against my body. My vaginal muscles grasped and massaged him and soon he was rocking against me, adrift in his own ocean. We stayed wrapped up in each other until we had our wits with us again. He withdrew from me, slid from the desk and picked my skirt up from the floor. Mr.Chien's face was comically flustered, red and sweaty but with a look of complete satisfaction. He gazed at his desk and picked up on of my earrings that I hadn't notice I'd lost. "Is this yours Coffee- well...?" "N'jaila and you?" "Patrick." " Really? I wouldn't have guessed, you look more like an Eric to me, maybe a David." , I said trying to straighten my hair. He laughed as he buckled his belt, "Well, I don't think I can even spell your name, but it suits you." "So... do you want me to fix your desk back?" "It can wait until Monday." "Oh," I said "I should , um .. go home now then." "Are you hungry?" "Are you asking me out?" "Well, its not like it could get any more awkward, and you don't have to worry about putting out too soon, because you've already done that." Against my better judgment, I nodded my head in agreement, at least I already knew he was a decent lay. A Day At The Office It was Saturday after noon and I had just finished working my morning shift when Lexi called. "Hi! I'm free for about an hour and a half. Can we meet up?" she asked. "Sure" I replied "Meet you at my office at 1230." "Okay see you then" she replied. So off I raced to my office to get ready for our session. You see Lexi is both my lover, my best friend and my submissive whore. Today I wanted her to be my nasty filthy dirty slut and I wanted everything to be in order. I walked up the stairs to my office, open the door ,and grinned at the yellow happy face balloon I was greeted with. The balloon was attached and floating above the two gift bags on my desk which contained Lexi's birthday presents. "Today was going to be good good day I have a feeling" as the Black Eyed Peas would say. I straightened up, grabbed a beer from the mini fridge, and sat down at my desk to wait. It wasn't long before she arrived. Hearing the sound of her walking down the hallway I got up and met her at the door. She knocked and walked in smiling. My God she's beautiful I remember thinking as I reached out to grab her. I took her long blonde hair in my right hand held it tight and forced her mouth against mine as we immediately sparked the inferno that blazes each time we are together, within 3 minutes she was standing before me naked. I pushed her away and looked at her lust emanating from my eyes and penetrating into hers. I examined her petite body, her cascading locks, her perfect breasts then down to her freshly shaved pussy and thin sexy legs. I asked " Who do you want today?" "Master." was her soft reply. Master went into motion and the dynamic changed. "On your knees slut time for you to suck Masters cock." In a frenzy she unzipped my jeans and swallowed my manhood to the hilt. Her head moving up and down the shaft moving my foreskin back and forth in her mouth. "That's it whore. You're doing what you were born to do slut. Good make me nice and wet." I groaned pushing her head against my body forcing my dick further down her throat. "Play with your cunt whore show me how much you love this." Her right hand darted to her sloppy hole and she fingered herself while continuing to suck me deep. I needed to fuck. "Turn around bitch let me fuck that pussy." Lexi got on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind. Her cunt was hot and moist and felt so good as it surrounded my rock hard cock. I thrust inside her slowly trying to keep control. "You like this bitch?" I asked. "Yes, Master." "Yeah I know you do whore. One cock isn't enough to satisfy you. I think I should charge for you make you a real for pay whore. What do you think? " I mockingly asked 'How much can I get for you cunt? " "Nothing" she said pleadingly " I am a worthless whore I should be given away for free. I'm a useless pig that needs cock." These words almost made me explode inside her pussy so I pulled out and said. "Have you been exercising your ass getting it ready for Master?" Her lack of response meant no and I knew it as I tried to enter her tight bung hole. I managed to get about half of my cock inside her and began a slow in out rhythm as I listened to her moan and watched her push trying to get my dick all the way in her ass. Once again I felt close to cumming and withdrew before I reached the tipping point much to Lexi's disappointment. "WHORE!" I shouted "Are you ready to play with the toys Master bought for you?" "Yes Master." she said almost inaudibly. I reached into one of the birthday gift bags for a velvet pouch I opened it and handed her the glass dildo that was inside it. "Perform for me make me want to fuck you." I taunted She took the dildo and moved it up and down her slit, teasing herself before jamming it deep in her glistening pussy. I watched this spectacle admiring what a sexy slut I had found in her feeling very satisfied. "Put that thing in your ass pig." I said Very quickly she did just that and repeated what she had done with her pussy. I wasn't quite ready for the show to end but I knew she had to leave soon so I began to move at a more frantic pace to do all I had wanted to before she had to go. Our schedules are so busy that we don't have many opportunities to meet, so each encounter is a combination of sensual, passionate and kinky. We had been sensual and passionate now it was time for kinky. I reached into the gift bag again and pulled out a leather whip. I got down on my knees behind her and while Lexi was still moving the glass dildo in her ass I simply shoved the whips handle all the way into her pulsing cunt. "You like feeling full don't you whore? You wish that it was two cocks instead though don't you?" "Oh yes please this worthless slut needs two big cocks" she moaned "Stop moving shove that dildo all the way up your ass." I commanded. She did. "Now I want you to push back with your cunt like you're fucking, rock back and forth understand?" "Yes." was all she said I held the whip in place by the top portion of the handle and observed as Lexi fucked a good eight inches of the braided sex toy inside her. A thought came to me as I witnessed the black leather getting darker with the moistness of her pussy. "You want a black cock don't you baby a big black cock to fuck that pussy." "Yes Master lots of black cock. Whatever you want for your filthy whore. I will do it." she pleaded "Yes I thought so pig." With the whip still in her cunt I added my cock and I looked down to see a sight I will never forget her ass filled with a dildo a black whip handle about 8 inches deep within her pussy and my cock next to the whip stretching her cunt to its limit. I now grabbed the tail of the whip and started hitting Lexis ass, stroke after stroke red welts began to appear. Lexi moaned in pleasure with each smack. I pulled out of her again leaving her full and on her hands and knees needing more. I had urinate, the beer from earlier had made its way into my bladder and needed release but instead of going to the rest room I had another thought in my mind. "Whore, Master needs to piss and your going to drink it." "Yes Master please." She got to her knees and watched me. I reached for a wine glass that was on the desk put the head of my still erect dick inside it and waited. As I got softer some seminal fluid spurted from the tip coating one side of the glass followed by urine which flowed filling about a third of the 8 oz. container. I handed it to Lexi and watched as she gulped it down in one swallow a little escaping down the left side of her chin and with her left hand redirected the missed trail back into her mouth. This was a complete contrast from the first time she drank my piss where she was very shy and hesitating, now she was bold and brash. That was it I needed to fuck. I took out the whip and dildo laid her on her back and started fucking. "I want you to cum now slut." I demanded Within a minute I felt a tremor of her vagina around my cock as she came. "That's it baby." I said looking deep into her blue eyes. "Mmmm what a wet cunt you have for Master. You feel so good baby, I'm going to fill you with my seed." I said to her. "Yes please Master fill me! " she begged. Then I exploded deep very deep within her feeling incredible. She looked at me deeply and said "I love you." I replied " I dore you." We smiled at each other and kissed. " You know I'm supposed to go somewhere tonight but maybe I can come back here instead. Looking impishly at me. " Can you get away? " she asked. "I think so." I replied "Let me know" "Okay, I will" and she then declared " I gotta go." She got dressed quickly we said our goodbyes and she was gone with a promise of coming back that night. To be continued... A Day at the Office E-mail to Jane: - I should never have taken the dare! Okay it was a laugh at the time, the vodka shots saw to that, but this has gone way to weird now... and fuck knows where it is going!!! I did as you told me and have come to work wearing no bra or panties today. It feels good at first but after a while it's as as if everyone knows and is looking at me! My blouse is tight and open necked, usually enough to show a little cleavage and a hint of lacy bra. The guys here notice quite quickly, and there is a lot of looking ... a few comments, smirks etc. One of the pricks from Sales even went past twice rubbing his crotch!! The problem soon starts though when I got an email memo from the Boss, summoning me to his office for my One to One Personal Development session ...which I thought I'd had a couple of weeks ago. I went into his office, he is about 45, and he told me that he had received complaints from customers about my appearance.... he was staring at my breasts, looking directly at my nipples poking out of my tight blouse .. His office air conditioning made the room chilly, and my proud babies pushed out even more!! He told me that he was very disappointed with me, as he had always thought highly of me. He said that he should discipline me for being Inappropriately Dressed at work, and demanded to know why I wasn't wearing a bra. I stood there in front of his desk, like a naughty schoolgirl! My nipples were trying to burst through my blouse, I had no knickers on, and my boss was sat in his leather chair with a huge bulge in his trousers. I started to stammer out some excuse or other, and went to fold my arms across my chest. He yelled at me "No. Stand still with your arms at your sides. If you want to keep this job, start behaving." I said that it had been a silly mistake, and that I would never come to work like this again. He told me to shut up, and then made me undo my blouse! I stood there in shock, so he stood up, slapped my face, and had my blouse off before the tears had run down my face ... he groped my breasts and sucked my nipples calling me a cock teaser. I tried to push him off, but he slapped me again, squeezing my tits hard and pinching my nipples, sucking them and biting them. He told me I could behave or lose my job, and he would let everyone know I was sexually harassing him, and working as a whore from the office! I would never work in this city again. He was hurting my tits, and enjoying it from the sounds he was making, sucking slapping biting them. He pushed me to my knees, and asked me to choose my next career move, rubbing his crotch in my face at the same time. What could I do? I undid his trousers and played with his cock... it was hard and had precum oozing already, 8" and throbbing in my hand. He put his cock in my mouth and I had to suck him off, slowly at first but then he took over and fucked my face hard and fast. I gagged several times as he rammed his salty cock back into my stuffed mouth, my eyes watering and saliva dribbling from my chin. He was grunting, holding my ponytail and humping my mouth. Faster harder deeper, ignoring my gagging, urging and vomiting, as he lost control and pumped away in frenzy! I could feel his cock twitch in my throat, his balls in my hands were swollen, and he suddenly pulled out of my mouth so he could cum over my tits. Jesus, I don't know when he last had a decent climax but there were gallons of the stuff! Hot wet sticky cum, hitting my tits and throat, chin and shoulders. I licked my lips and chin clean ... He liked that; his wife won't do it for him he said. I had to wipe his cum off me with some tissues from my handbag. He kept me topless in his office for quite a while, making me kneel on the floor under his desk, with his cock in my mouth. Christ, at one point another manager came in to discuss something with him! He couldn't see me under the desk, but he must have seen my blouse lying by the filing cabinet surely? I think my boss expects me to report to him again tomorrow morning, for a 'briefing'...oh god this is your fault Jane!!! Mr B, my boss, said later that I have to show some potential clients around tomorrow. He has told me to "keep them happy or else". I think he has told them something as they keep looking me up and down now every time they pass by my desk. The two clients have been looking at me all afternoon and talking with my boss - he keeps nodding in my direction and smiling at them. He called me in to meet them this afternoon; I think they are from the Middle East somewhere. I was made to stand still in the middle of the room while they walked around me talking in their own language - I felt like I was on show! They kept looking down my blouse and brushing my skirt down - touching my ass. One of them took pictures on his phone. I have to admit though my pussy juices were starting to run just a little! Roll on tomorrow?!?!? Day 2 email to Jane:- As instructed by my boss, I went to work today again with no bra on. I had my hair in pigtails with pink ribbon, and wore the 6" boots. My boss was expecting me to be in his office when he arrived, so I wore a tight pale blue blouse open 3 buttons down and a very short navy skirt. I waited in his office for him. I felt a mixture of humiliation and excitement... God what was I doing? He arrived and immediately made me take off my blouse, he seems to like to suck my breasts, while I wank his cock. He pinched and slapped my breasts very hard over & over again, then I had to suck him off and let him cum over my sore tits. This time he made me wipe his cum with my fingers and lick them clean. I had to thank him for his attention, while on my knees licking his cock clean Jane - this is your entire fault..... Bloody dare has gone way off into the realms of fantasy!! He told me that we were going to meet the two clients at one of our conference sites, told me to dress and follow him to his car - I had to carry his brief case. He told me that the two men were from Iran and could be worth a big contract to him. I was to attend to them all day and do everything to please them. We arrived at the other site which is set out in its own grounds, an old house or something. My boss led me down to one of the basement rooms, and told me to sit in the large office chair and wait. He locked the door behind him as he went out! When he came back he had the two guys with him, they were all laughing and stood around the chair looking at me. My boss told me to stand, he told me that these two wanted an English whore for the day and it was me! FUCK!!! I was to do what ever they wanted, and not talk. I had to stand with my hands up while they stripped off my blouse, skirt and knickers - they ran their hands over every inch of my body as I stood still, hands in the air. They squeezed my tits and sucked my nipples, felt up inside my pussy and fingered my ass while I had to stand there... Jesus it was so ... well...cheap but like it wasn't me you know? My boss went and sat in the office chair - I had to kneel between his feet hold onto the arms of the chair - he put his cock in my mouth and told me to suck him off - but not to let go off the chair. the other two guys had got naked and now took turns fucking me from behind, and fingering my ass, slapping my tits as they swapped over - ramming their cocks into my cunt over and over again ... fingers & hands in my ass. I took it all without being able to move or speak. I had to keep sucking my boss & holding the chair, the two Iranians swapped to fucking my ass one at a time, then one laid down making me ride his cock, his friend up my ass. What the fuck was I doing - whoring for my boss ... the fucking pig!! My boss shot his load into my throat and kept his cock rammed in my mouth until I gagged and puked. He slapped my face and tits. I got a load of cum up my ass and another in my cunt before they dragged me to the table and tied my arms so I was face down. My boss had leather straps in his case and they took turns whipping my ass and cunt as their cum dripped out. I had to suck them all clean & lick their asses before we left. I had to travel naked on the floor sucking the two off again. Jane, this is so way out of line.... am I a slut cos I am kind of enjoying the sleazy sex side of it? I am in too deep now to be able to stop! He has photos of me... with 3 cocks in me, and being whipped bent over the desk!! How the fuck do I get out of this? Luckily he is away for a couple of days now, but I have been told to report to his PA in the morning!!!! A Day at the Office She sat at her desk practically squirming with frustration. The late start to the day hadn't allowed her her usual fix before coming into work and she knew that she would have to take herself in hand unless she wanted to lose control and start pleasuring herself right there on her desk... She looked around the office and tried to see someone to think about while she took care of herself. It didn't take long to see the man across the office try to look away before she noticed him looking. Smiling to herself she slowly got up from her desk making sure that he would notice her standing and running her hands down her tight summer dress to smooth it over her body and tighten the fit over her large full breasts that were already threatening to burst out of the tight v neck. She looked slightly to the side, tilting her head so her long hair cascaded down over her face letting her look up through the tangle of locks to see him staring at her body as she turned to walk towards him swinging her hips to pull the fabric of her dress tighter and tighter as she took a deep breath pushing her breasts hard against the thin material of her dress making her nipples rub against her bra and making her pussy start to moisten as she smiled at him, pursing her red lips and licking them slowly.. As he stared she suddenly turned to walk across his view point looking over her shoulder as she past and casting her eyes down behind her and leading his eyes to her ass as she trailed her right hand over the tight material as she imagined his hands and tongue doing the same... She walked into the thankfully empty toilet and moved to the mirror where she could see her breasts pushing insistently at the thin material and threatening to push her bra through and out into view. She licked her red lips in excitement as she felt her nipples harden and her pussy begin to moisten, her sweet juices leaking into her tight little panties as she imagined his hands and tongue running all over her pulsing tits as his cock slid inside her wet pussy. She looked over at the door nervously as her hand moved on its own down between her legs pushing the thin material against the thin and now very wet lace of her panties,. Unable to resist and not caring anymore who walked in she reached both hands up to her breasts and squeezed feeling her nipples come alive as her tits finally pushed her bra through the top of the dress exposing the thin see-through black lace bra so she could see her glorious breasts and the darkness of her hard nipples through the thin lace. She couldn't wait anymore and made a dash to the closest cubical slamming the door after her and falling back onto the seat. Gasping in need she ripped the remains of her dress down over her tits and grabbed them through the thin material pulling the bra down so she could pull her tits to her mouth one at a time to suck the hard nipples with her darting red tongue almost being able to feel his hot breath as he sucked them one at a time.. She slid one hand down between her legs frantically pulling her dress up to her waist and slipping her hand into her now soaking wet lace panties and into her moist wet pussy... She desperately sucked at her tits to stop herself moaning out loud as her fingers slid into her tight wet hole. Two probing fingers slipping deeper and deeper inside her as she imagined his hard cock doing the same.. She sat there with her tits spilling out of her dress and bra, dress pulled to one side exposing her wet pussy and tattered remains of her black lace panties, her tongue and mouth busy with her tits and three of her fingers now plunging harder and harder in and out of her dripping pussy as she arched her back and thrust herself onto her fingers. She moaned involuntary as she began to come, grinding her pussy against her hand as yet another finger slipped inside and she frantically moved her hot wet tongue from one breast to another. Slipping from the seat she fell to the floor, gasping and moaning aloud now as she lost all control and let herself come with one final thrust of her fingers... A Day at the Office Fantasy Request by Margret Margret stepped into the elevator, heels clicking loudly, with a smug look on her face. As the steel doors closed she admired her own reflection in their mirror finish. Even now, in her mid 40's she looked good. Her dark brown hair was done up in a bun, with decorative chop sticks holding it in place. Her slender face was framed with a pair of chic glasses that gave her a librarian look. Her black satin pencil skirt hugged her hips and showed off her silky knees, shapely calves and slender ankles. Her peep toe sling back pumps added four inches taking her to an impressive five foot, ten inches. The red satin blouse, tucked into the skirt, was buttoned up just enough that anyone looking would see a peek of her ample cleavage. Margret, balancing on her left leg, lifted her right foot to her hand. She pulled the strap a little to adjust the shoe and then put her foot back down. Margret wore sheer stockings that made a light rasping noise as her legs slid against each other. The high quality nylons gave her legs a glazed sheen that had drawn a few sets of eyes when she walked in the building. Margret pressed the button for her floor then looked down at her toes. The heel and toe reinforcements of her stockings were barley visible and only close inspection allowed one to distinguish them from the rest of the sheer stocking. Her fresh pedicure still showed its red brilliance past the nylons. Margret took a moment to run her hands over her ultra sheer stockings, making sure that the contrasting black welts didn't show past her skirt. She gave her stockings a few quick tugs, aligned the garters that held them in place then smoothed her skirt back over her legs. Outfit check complete, she waited for the elevator to reach her floor. Margret dressed to kill. Anything less wouldn't do at the banking firm. Marget's husband was the CEO and it was well known that he had made a place for his wife at the company. The nepotism was ignored partly because Marget was very attractive but mostly because Mr. Robbins held quite a lot of power. It was rumored that the last person to object was fired, but it was only a rumor. The fear of repercussions kept any others from raising a complaint. Margret and Stanley had been married for twenty years now, back when she was a fresh faced secretary and he was an up and coming associate. Margret had used her long legs and full bust to their full advantage. She'd wanted a husband that would propel her professional carrier. But she had also found a man she loved deeply. Their sex life had been good, often taking place anywhere they found a moment alone together. But now her husband was almost sixty. He wasn't the strong stud he used to be. Stanley hadn't been interested in her short skirts and low cut tops for a few years now. He needed several pills ond other medications now. A little blue pill to make another organ function wasn't recommended by his doctor. Margret accepted that sex was a thing of the past. She loved Stanley and would never cheat on him. It didn't keep Margret from dreaming however. Often she fantasied about a young, fit, active young stud sweeping her up and taking her to bed. Margret also couldn't help noticing that quite a few men stole glances at her. If she wanted, she could probably seduce any of them. But her loyalty to Stanley was until death. She may be labeled a cougar, but she wasn't on the prowl. At least not as long as Stanley was still her husband. Margret laughed at the idea of 'hunting' men and smiled at her reflection. "Meow" she purred just before the doors opened and she walked confidently out of the elevator. Margret was the president of the marketing department. It was a perfect position for her since the upward movement from there never lead to the board of directors. The top brass didn't care that she was married to the CEO since she would never be gunning for their job. Robert, her assistant, saw Margret and rushed over to her side. Robert hurried to keep pace with Margret's quick strides. "Good morning, Mrs. Robbins." Robert said briskly while he sorted a mess of paperwork he held in his hands. "Good morning, Robert." Margret replied, glancing over him as she did. Robert was her height, and thus much shorter while she wore heels. He wore a white shirt with grey tie and tan trousers. His brown hair was kept neat and, as Margret's assistant, he was charged to be at her beck and call at all times. Margret thought Robert was cute but, he wasn't the sort of man she dreamed about. Margret had caught a glimpse of an erection bulging in Robert's pants on more than one occasion. It had been a boost to her confidence the first time she saw it. Flattery would get you everywhere with Margret, even if unintentional and unspoken. Margret wasn't above a little cock tease, especially if it reinforced that men still found her attractive. Her daily goal was to see if she could get a "rise" out of Robert. Once she knew what worked for him and what didn't, it became easier. Even so, she enjoyed watching Robert squirm and his cheeks flush when she did it. If he didn't quickly stand up after a meeting, she knew she had won for the day. "The Colbert account has requested a meeting with you on Thursday-" "Tomorrow is Thursday, Robert." "Yes, um..." "So, just say tomorrow. And don't say 'um'." "Yes, Mrs. Robbins." "Tell them that's too soon. I'll meet with them on Monday. Did Edwards call back yet?" "Um, No." Margret stopped dead in her tracks and faced Robert, hands on hips. Robert, caught by surprise, spun clumsily to face her. He looked at her hazel eyes, then adverted his eyes down. Margret knew that Robert used this as an excuse to ogle her legs. "Call Mr. Edwards and tell him I want a final product by the end of the day or there will be hell to pay." She ordered. "And, don't say 'Um'." "Yes, Ma'am." Margret continued on as quickly as she had stopped and again Robert was slow to keep up. As they walked the rest of the way to her office, Robert finished his daily report and took notes on tasks she wanted done by the end of the week. Margret was fairly certain that Robert spent nights fantasizing about her. At least she told herself that. Margret turned into her office and walked right into a man who was standing with his arms reaching over his head. Margret was furious that someone was in her office but the anger dissipated quickly once she saw the man she had bumped into. For a brief moment she had been pressed against the firm and chiseled torso of the stunning man who was apparently doing electrical work in her office. The man was tall, almost six foot four, and handsome. He didn't seem much older than Robert. His black curly hair was slightly a mess and his steel blue eyes looked down at her. One of his large strong hands continued to hold the thick cables snaking out of the ceiling as his other hand shot down, touching lightly on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, ma'am." he said."You alright?" "Oh, I'm fine sweetie." Margret said in a sweet voice and beamed her smile at him. She turned to Robert and her voice lost it's sugar and took on an edge of frost. "Robert, why is Superman tearing apart my office with his bear hands?" She demanded. "These men are updating your phone and ethernet lines. Your computer and phone will work off and on until they are finished." Robert said, adding. "If they are too much of a distraction you can use my office today." "No, I don't think it will be a problem." Margret said. Nice try, Bucko. She thought to herself. Margret ducked past the man in the doorway and into her office. She almost tripped over the ladder he was standing next too. She had been stealing a look at his chest, his muscles stretching his brown tee-shirt. Margret kept her back to him until she was sure her cheeks were no longer flushed with embarrassment. "Mrs. Robbins?" Robert asked from the hallway. "That will be all Robert. Off you go now." "But-" "Thank you, Robert." Margret turned around just as Robert sulked off, disappointed. She sat in her chair and looked over the man while he worked, ogling his broad shoulders and fantastic skin. His butt looked so good in those jeans! Margret fanned herself quietly and wondered how she could get any work done. This was the kind of man she dreamed about! From the ceiling she heard a gruff voice mumble something and the man she bumped into steadied the ladder. A large work boot stepped down from the ceiling. The boot was followed by large legs and the rest of the large man came down, making his way to the floor. The other electrician was just as handsome as the first. This one was easily six foot five. He had massive arms and shoulders. He was bald but it suited him. His skin reminded her of dark chocolate and, for a brief moment, Margret thought about what it would be like to have those massive arms holding her. Margret looked at each man standing in front of her. Oh my she thought. From where they were standing Margret knew that they had a clear line of sight to her legs, at least up to her knees. She slowly crossed her legs, and almost giggled as both men followed the movement like puppies hoping for a treat. "Well gentlemen, will it be an issue if I work in my office?" "No, ma'am." they said, almost in chorus. "Please, call me Margret. What are your names? Superman introduced himself as Miles, and the mound of dark chocolate called himself Dennis. Margret implored them to go back to work and ignore her. They did go back to work, but they did not ignore her. While they spliced cable and ran it from the ceiling, both men often snuck glances at Marget. She pretended not to notice, but each time she smiled knowingly to herself. They continued their work, moving cables about and splicing them together. After a few hours, Dennis walked over to her computer and knelt behind it. "I'll need to you shut down. Once I change the cable restart." She did so and the computer began running a series of scripts. "How long with this take?" She asked him. "Oh a few hours." Dennis said. Her computer was her only excuse to be in her own office. She felt it would be a little weird if she just sat in her office ogling men. She noticed that it was almost noon so she picked up the phone and ordered Robert to come take her order for lunch. "What will you have for lunch today, Mrs. Robbins?" "The usual. Also, take orders for these men. Lunch is on me today boys." Both men smiled at her, gave their thanks, and then gave Robert their orders. After taking notes on what to bring back, Robert was off. Margret smiled at the men, now that she had provided an excuse to keep all three of them in the same room. Shortly after Robert left, Dennis looked at Miles and said, "I'll go get the 'other' tool box. We'll start the project as soon as I get back." Dennis left the office and Margret and Miles were alone. "What is this special project?" She asked. "Oh that's a secret, Miss Margret." Miles smiled and walked over to her desk. "Oh, you can't tell me a secret?" She said playfully. "Well," Miles said, unplugging her phone. "First, you have to tell me a secret. Fair trade." "What secret is that?" Margret felt flirtatious, and decided to play along. Miles put both his hands on her desk, looked directly into her eyes and said, "Are those pantyhose or stockings you're wearing today?" Margret was shocked and it clearly showed on her face as Miles smiled. This was beyond flirtatious. She felt herself flush red with embarrassment and anger. She looked at him sternly, "That's very inappropriate, Miles! You behave or I'll have you thrown out of here!" "Aw, comon. You like that question." "I most certainly did not!" Margret picked up her phone and then realized that it had just been unplugged by Miles. "If you didn't like it, then why did your nipples just get hard? Margret's mouth dropped open, she stared at Miles, unbelieving that he would say such a thing. Worse, her nipples had become hard! Margret stammered, unable to think or say anything. She was so flustered she picked up the phone again, then slammed it down with disgust. Miles took a knee. Her desk was open across the front. Miles reached in and snagged her by the ankle. Margret gasped as Miles pulled on her leg. Her chair rolled forward until it pressed her into her desk and she slid little off her seat. Miles had her foot pressing against his thigh, He ran his other hand slowly up her leg, reaching under the desk until he found the stocking top with his fingers. "Miles," Margret said as calmly as possible. "let go of me right now." Margret hadn't been manhandled like this in a long time. She was scared, shocked, and even a little turned on. "Oops. Looks like I found out your secret." miles said. Before she could again demand that Miles unhand her, Dennis walked into the office holding a bag. He looked up at Miles, saw what he was doing and his brow furrowed in anger. Margret relaxed now that someone was going to stop this. "You bastard, couldn't you wait until I got back?" Dennis said, slamming the door. "Sorry, I couldn't resist these legs much longer." Miles said. Margret panicked. She let out a scream and kicked at Miles trying to get away. Miles just caught her other leg and now had them both in his hands. Miles pulled and Margret slipped right out of her chair. Miles drug her out from under her desk, her skirt riding up exposing stocking tops and garters. The men had cleared off the coffee table in her office earlier. Margret had wondered why they had put a soft pad on the desk but she knew now. Dennis quickly moved around and took her by the wrists. "Screaming ain't gonna do you any good." he said. "Nobody is here." The men lifted Margret off the ground and put her on the coffee table, now a padded bed. Margret yelled for help but no one came. Her office wasn't sound proof. Someone had to hear her. Once the men had her on the coffee table they began to strip her. Miles unzipped her skirt and yanked it down her legs while Dennis tore the buttons apart on her blouse then pulled it off her. The men worked quickly and Margret slapped and kicked at them as they undressed her. But it was useless. They were too strong for her. Dennis got her bra off and miles pulled her panties off. Both of her shoes had come off in the struggle. All that was left was her garter belt and stockings. Dennis yanked the chopsticks out of her hair and it fell around her shoulders in a mess. "Look at those jugs." "Flip her over." Like a ham being prepped for a feast, Margret was flipped and her arms pinned behind her. Dennis pulled out a long silk rope from his bag while Miles folded her arms across the small of her back. Margret kicked but Miles was too close and her silky legs just slide around his torso. Dennis tied her arms together with the rope. When he was done, she couldn't move them at all. "Please! Don't hurt me!" She yelled. "Just don't hurt me!" both men laughed. She was flipped over again and Dennis had something in his hand. "We're not going to hurt you, sweetheart. We're just going to fuck you senseless." Dennis said. He forced a small rubber wedge into her mouth. It was the kind dentists used to keep your mouth open while they worked. Dennis pressed it into place and when he withdrew his hands, Margret tried to dislodge it, but it was firmly in place. With that Miles, kneeling at the end of the table, bent down and pressed his lips against her vagina. His arms wrapped around her thighs, forcing her legs up and over his shoulders. Margret let out a screech when Miles slipped his tongue between the lips of her short trimmed pussy. Miles worked his lips and tongue all over Margret's muff. He paid special attention to her clitoris and his hands gripped her thighs as he ate her out. Margret hadn't received attention down there in a long time. Despite the circumstances, Margret couldn't help that it felt good. She wrapped her legs around Miles' head, arching her back to press her pussy into his mouth. Dennis had managed to get his pants off and his cock was semi-erect. He took Margret by the hair, yanking her head down. Margret yelped in surprise and pain then became silent when she saw his penis. Even half size it was as big as Stanley. Margret, realizing what Dennis had in mind, braced her self. She'd never given a man head before. Dennis thrust his shaft into her open mouth. "See, Miles?" Dennis said as Margret tried not to gag on his cock. "Eat a bich out and she'll do anything you want. Margret's eyes widened as Dennis' penis grew larger in her mouth. Soon is was full size, pressing against the back of her throat. Dennis held her hair tight and Margret made muffled sounds while Miles mauled her pussy. This continued for a few more minutes and then Dennis withdrew himself from her mouth. "I think she's ready." He said. Miles stopped licking Margret and straightened up. Miles manhandled Margret, spinning her around until her head was pointing at Miles. Dennis reached into his bag and pulled out a small container of Vaseline. He opened it up then applied a large dollop to his shaft, working it over the whole surface. Miles again bent over and took one of her tits into his mouth. His other hand pinched her free nipple. Margret squirmed making odd noises due to the wedge in her teeth. Dennis took Margret by the hips and started to flip her over again. Miles got up and started to take his clothes off. "On your knees!" Dennis orderd. Margret did her best to get her knees under her, but with her arms bound tightly behind her it was awkward. Standing, Dennis aligned his lubricated shaft with Margret's ass and slowly started to press. Margret let out a squeal when she realized where he was headed. Slowly, Dennis penetrated until all ten inches of his cock were shoved into Margret's sweet round ass. Margret screamed in surprise as anything else. She wasn't expecting it to feel good. Dennis took a fist full of her hair and pulled it back. This pulled her head back but also lifted her off her chest and put more pressure on the cock that was up her ass. Miles, now naked, stepped to the edge of the table. His cock, not quite as large as Dennis but still one of the largest dicks she'd ever seen, was pointed at Marget's face. Miles inserted his shaft and the two men thrust into her at opposite ends. Margret's breasts swung wildly as the men oscillated her body as they fucked her. Margret lost track of how long this went on. It was starting to be painful to have her neck forced back like that when Dennis suddenly wrapped both arms around her torso, pulling her close to him. She was freed of miles and Dennis stood up, turned and then lay on the coffee table himself, Margret on top of him. Dennis continued a slow thrust into her as Miles walked around the table. Miles slid his hands over her smooth legs then, gripping the inside of Margret's thighs, he pressed his shaft into her moist vagina and carefully slipped into her, as deep as he could go. Dennis adjusted his hands so that they were on top of Marget's thighs, and he fingered the welts of her stockings. Miles moved his hands to her breasts, gripping and pinching them as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her pussy. Margret flopped her head back, resting it on Dennis' large shoulder. Her legs slid up Miles' flanks so that her knees where just under his armpits and bent back down so that her feet rested on his hips. Miles increased pace until he was slapping his flanks into Margret once a second. That combined with the slow heavy thrusts from Dennis created a symphony of vocalizations that came gargling out of Margret. Margret was reaching climax when the office door burst open. She tilted her head back to see Robert standing at the door. Neither Dennis nor Miles acted as if anyone was there. Robert's face went blank. Clearly he was shocked at what he saw. Then his face turned to anger and Margret worried that he would do something stupid. A Day at the Office Both of these men were much bigger than poor Robert. As noble as his actions may be, either one could snap him in half if he tried to stop the rape. Margret wasn't sure she wanted it stopped. Robert walked over and stood at the table. He looked down at Margret who was still letting out squeals and gasps. "What are you doing?" He said. "Fucking your boss." Dennis replied. "No! That wasn't the deal! You were supposed to tie her up so I could fuck her!" "Sorry, your boss is hot. We didn't think you'd mind if we went first." "You bastard!" Margret tried to say but the gag didn't allow enunciation. Miles and Dennis continued to fuck Margret while Robert stood there, helpless. Margret was about to reach her climax again when Miles abruptly pulled out. He walked around to the other side of the table and pulled the wedge out of her mouth. "I'm about to explode." he explained. "I want you to drink it up." Robert saw his opportunity and quickly dropped his pants, then took his place between Margret's legs. Margret, free of the gag, sat up and was about to yell something at Robert, but Miles took her by the hair and shoved his shaft into her mouth. Margret accepted Miles into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around his shaft. She kicked her legs at Robert as he tried to insert his cock into Margret's snatch. Robert still manged to get himself in, and his tiny thrusts caused Marget to giggle. She hadn't seen Robert's penis but she knew it was a lot smaller than miles. As she fought her gag reflex she wished that Robert and Miles would trade places. Miles forced his cock into her mouth until his nutsack pressed against her nose, then withdrew slowly. Each time he almost pulled all the way out then repeated the motions. Robert had a hold of her ankles and he thrust into her as fast as he could. Dennis continued his slow thrusts and shifted one hand to her breast and the other to her clitoris. Once his fingers found her nipple and clit they began to rub vigorously. The triple penetration combined with rough fingering set Margret off like a Roman Candle. Her whole body convulsed in orgasm while Miles' shaft cut off any noise she tried to make. Margret's climax was a catalyst, sending Miles, Dennis, and Robert into climax at the same time. Margret did her best to swallow Miles' load. She was amazed at the pulsing that came from Dennis as he unloaded into her. All four gasped and grunted as they allowed the ecstasy of the moment to flow through them. Miles pulled out first causing Margret to gasp for breath. Once he was free, Dennis sat up, forcing Margret toward Robert. Dennis pushed Margret onto Robert, sliding out of her as the two, still coupled, fell in a heap to the floor. Lying on top of Robert, Margret struggled to sit up, her legs straddling Robert. She looked around and saw Miles and Dennis leaving, dressing as they went. She looked down at Robert who was gasping like a fish on dry land. "What the hell is going on? Where is everyone?" Margret demanded. "All gone." gulped Robert."Sent home for the day." "Sent home? Sent home by who?" "You." Robert said. "I did no such thing!" She screeched at him. "Hacked email. Message came from you." Margret sat on him for a few minutes, all of the pieces falling into place. How long had he planned this? How much had he spent to hire Dennis and Miles to tie her up? She looked back down at him. Robert hands found their way to her thighs and he slid them up and down her silky legs. "Robert." "Yes?" "You're fired!" A Day at the Office Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You look up, glancing at the bathroom door. Of course, there is nothing to worry about. Like clockwork, his routine doesn't vary. He will be stepping out of the shower in about ten minutes, then off to the kitchen for a quick breakfast while he fills his coffee mug. Hurriedly, with more than a little excitement, you slide across the screen. The text message notification shows a "1". Opening the app, it is a number with no name stored in your phone. You know this number by heart. The new message reads "Open the box". With one eye on the bathroom door, you slide a small box from under the bed. It had arrived at work yesterday, where prying eyes wouldn't question it. Inside, you find a small metal item. It has a circular base affixed with a plastic jewel, a little over an inch in diameter. A thin shaft travels a short distance ending in a bulb shaped like a squat, fat teardrop. Smaller than you had imagined, you know what it is immediately. "I have it", you reply. The shower is still running as your phone buzzes again. "Put it in." Sliding the box back under the bed, you stand to go to your closet. In the bottom corner is a box, dusty from disuse with your uninterested husband. Most of the items inside have never been opened. Near the top is your goal, a white tube. Still listening closely, you carefully return to your bed. Lying down, you pull your nightgown up and your panties down. You take the small metal plug, and dab a little of the lubricant to it. Not much, it isn't very big. Your heart races as you reach behind you. Holding one cheek up, you press the tip to your rear hole. The cold metal makes the sphincter clench a little, and you force yourself to relax. Pressing gently, it slides in with less force than you thought it would. The bulb passes the muscles, and the clench around the shaft. You squirm a little, feeling its presence as you adjust your clothes and pull the blanket back over your body. It takes a minute or two to warm to your body temperature. You resist the urge to move around, or to reach back to touch the base, as you hear the water stop. Moments later, the bathroom door opens and he comes out. He barely glances your way as he pulls his clothes on and leaves the room. He doesn't even notice if you are awake. "It's in", you text back, after he is safely down the hall. "Don't take it out until I tell you." "I have to work today!" "And it is going with you." Your eyes widen. Already you can tell it is comfortable, but a constant reminder. You aren't sure if you can do this. You also know you really want to try. This is something you have never even considered attempting before. "Yes, sir", you text back as you sit up. You can hear the front door open and close as the plug shifts in your ass, and you unconsciously flex your muscles feeling its solid steel. Not only is it not uncomfortable, you can feel yourself getting wet just from the naughty thought of what you are about to do. Walking to the closet, you discover this will take practice and willpower to move normally, so nobody will suspect you have a small piece of steel hidden in your ass. You dress in a casual blouse and skirt, with short heels appropriate for an office. Just that extra inch of heel changes how the plug moves in your ass as you walk. It feels like it is spinning in place, constantly pressing against the sensitive nerve endings back there. Your smile is a little wider than normal as you finish getting ready, and head to the car. Sitting down, the plug is THERE. Not uncomfortable, more than a little pleasurable, and something you can't ignore if you wanted to. You shift in your seat, and the plug shifts as well. You know if you reached down, you would feel the dampness starting to soak into your panties. With a deep breath, you buckle your seat belt and pull out into traffic. The next hour of your commute will be interesting, of that you are sure. You walk into the building earlier than most of the others. You are glad, hoping nobody bumps into you as you head to your office. With each step, you are acutely aware of this toy, and my request of you. Your arousal increases with each step. Sitting in your chair, the pressure against your inner muscles is more fun than you had hoped. "I'm at work". I respond quickly, "Let me know when your neighbor goes for her cigarette break. Until then, try not to squirm too much as people walk by". You close your eyes, breathe slowly, and move the mouse to wake the machine up. While a bit of a struggle, you are able to at least appear you are working normally for the first couple of hours. You hear the lady in the desk closest to yours open her drawer and rummage through her purse. As she walks down the hall, you pick up your phone. "She's gone." "Go to the bathroom and lock the door. You have 45 seconds." You grab your phone and walk briskly down the hallway. Every desk you pass makes you think, "They know, they have to know. The can see it on my face. I'm a dirty slut, and my husband has no idea how nasty of a girl I am. But they know. Don't look me in the eye, I can't take it. I have to keep going." Safely in the bathroom, you press the button as you close the door. Right on cue, you feel the vibration in your hand. "Take it out, wait 30 seconds, and put it back. Press against the base for a moment when you put it back in." You hike up your skirt and slide your panties down to your knees. You squat down to reach back and grab the jeweled base. You pull gently, and it doesn't want to move. Then your muscles relax, and it pops out. Suddenly, you feel empty. Your ass contracts, as ifit is trying to find the plug again. You feel the cool air of the office HVAC on your two exposed holes. The moisture dribbling down makes you realize just how turned on your are. You slide the plug back in, and your ass accepts it hungrily. You feel so decadent as you press the base, moving the plug around inside your ass. The buzzing distracts you, and you touch the screen to read, "Now press your clit, firmly, and don't move your finger for one minute." You turn to the chair on the other side of the small room, grateful you don't have you purse with you. You lean back to spread our legs, and this presses the plug deeper into your ass. As your finger finds your button, you want to move it. But you were told not to. the firm pressure just serves to build your excitement with no relief in sight. Just as you think you can't take it any longer, and are about to start moving around, I buzz you again. "Put your panties back on. Make yourself presentable, and go back to your desk. Smile as you walk down the hall. Nobody knows it, but you are mine." You go back to your desk, positive your hips are swaying more than usual. "Surely someone can smell my excitement," you think. "Somebody has to know what I'm doing." Nobody looks at you twice as you return to your desk. You didn't notice until now how fast you were breathing, like you had jogged back instead walking slowly. Lunchtime comes and goes with no texts, and you have gotten into a rhythm of working so you can enjoy the feeling in your ass but not let it take away from your job. You didn't even realize you were doing it until you you looked at the clock again, and only a few minutes had passed by. Quitting time is an eternity away. Between spreadsheets, you catch yourself pressing the heel of your hand into your crotch, reveling in your dirty actions. You know how depraved it is that you are wearing a sex toy at work. You know it is even worse that you are gently masturbating at your desk. All at the direction of a man who isn't your husband. It thrills you immensely to know you are breaking so many taboos when you are supposed to be your most professional. You realize you are grinding the heel into your clit, rotating it gently, as your neighbor's desk opens. You start, feeling guilty that you were almost caught. As your heart races, you know nobody could have seen you. Logic never seems to matter in these situations. She pops her head over to tell you she is leaving, and to have a great afternoon. You smile and nod, not trusting yourself to actually speak. She has to see how flushed you are. If she does, she doesn't mention it. You text me as you are packing up, "I'm leaving now." Walking to your car, my response of "you know what to do", flashes across the screen. Climbing into your car, you fish printed directions out of your purse. You can't risk putting this address into your GPS. The long commute gives you more time to rub yourself as you drive. Sitting on this plug all day has left you hornier than you can remember being in a very long time, if ever. You feel bold, empowered, and more than a little twisted, as you look at the other drivers. You know what you are doing, but they don't. The guy beside you has no idea your thighs feel damp as he backs off so you can merge. The woman who cut you off can't understand you didn't honk because the jerk of your brakes made the plug shift deliciously inside you. Finally, you turn into the driveway and park your car where it can be seen from the road. You come up to the front door, and I open it to meet you. Standing on the porch, I reach up to your head. Gripping your hair firmly, I pull you in for a kiss. You can feel how vulnerable you are, where my neighbors can see you. Someone might notice I am making out with a woman who isn't my wife. I pull you in the door, and press you face first against the wall. I move your hands above your head, and your hair away from your shoulder. Holding your wrists against the wall, I bend to kiss, then nibble, your shoulder where it meets your neck. As I bite you, almost hard enough to leave a mark, I reach under your skirt. I find your panties and slide my hand inside, where I can touch my present still inside you. My thumb presses against the base while my fingers seek out your lips, sliding inside them. I know how close you are, how you have been on the edge of an orgasm for hours. I can feel how much you are struggling to remain standing, and pull my hand away. I lead you to my bedroom, to the bed I share with my wife. I push you against it, so you sit down on the edge. Spreading your legs, I reach under your skirt and pull your panties off. Long ago they had soaked through. Inhaling the aroma, I put them in a drawer. "These are mine, now." Kneeling, I gently hold your knees to spread your legs apart. I begin to kiss your thigh, right beside the knee. Slowly I move up, biting and kissing your thigh as I get to the top of your leg. I can smell you, I can lick your juices off your thigh. I put my nose near your engorged lips, but do not touch. I begin kissing and biting the other leg, working down to the knee. I reach down and remove your shoes, then hook your knees onto my shoulders. I move closer to your pussy, and my tongue tentatively touches your lips. Suddenly I lick you hard, dragging across the lips before penetrating you with my tongue. First I suck your lips into my mouth, and pull on them, before fucking you with my tongue again. Rapidly I piston inside you, and you squirm at my touch. Then I pull my head back, just enough that I am not touching you, and gently place a kiss on your clit. Again. Again. Then I suck it into my mouth, hard. Letting go, I am waving my head back and forth while my tongue is teasing your clit. I suck on it like it is a nipple, and begin to spin the plug in your ass. The harder I attack your clit the more I vibrate the plug. Your breath quickens and your thighs clamp onto my head as your orgasm finally hits. My attack on your clit combined with the fullness in your ass makes this different than you are used to. It is strange for something to be back there as your internal muscles spasm. As your orgasm begins to peak, I slowly pull the plug out. You scream as I do, your hands nearly ripping my hair out as you cum. Before you can catch your breath, I climb up and get into the bed. I roll you over, and have you get on top of me. You rest yourself on my crotch, so my cock splits your lips. My shaft runs the length of your slit. My hips move as I slide against you, lubricating myself with your juices. I reach up and unbutton your blouse, and unhook you bra. Your clothes are still on, but I have full access to you. I pull you down to kiss me, tasting your lips. Our tongues dance together, enjoying the intimate moment. You sit up, and grab a condom. Rolling it down my shaft, you shift your hips to position my cock to your entrance. As you slide down my shaft, I let go of your skirt and grab your hips instead. You are riding me at your own pace, your breathing labored as you moan. I ask you how hot it was to sit as you did all day, and you only moan in return. My thighs are allowing only shallow penetration, so I suddenly shift my position on your downstroke. You get my full thrust, and your breath catches. After several strokes, I shift again to the shallow movement. Alternating this way, you won't last long. I can feel your pussy clenching on my cock as you cum again, and I reach up to play with your nipples as you do. We keep fucking through this orgasm, but I am getting close as well. I am trying to hold out, and ask how close you are. I am trying to do this simultaneously. Suddenly, you start shaking again. Right as you do, I reach back and slide a finger in your ass. You scream louder and I cum as well. A final thrust to reach as deep as possible, it feels like my balls are pumping for twenty minutes. As we come back down, you lean in and kiss me passionately again. We are still kissing as my softening cock falls out of you. You get up and move towards the bathroom. "Don't clean up completely. You can dry off, but you can't take a shower until after you get home. Put your clothes on, but I am keeping your panties." I clean up your plug as you clean up your thighs. You put it in your purse, and put on your shoes. I walk you to the door, and open it. Before you can leave, I drop to my knees one more time. I lift your skirt and place a kiss on your still damp pussy. Standing, I kiss your lips again. Grabbing your hair as I do, pulling you tight. "Next time, I am going to talk you through wearing that in your ass while having dinner with your husband." Your eyes widen, and your heart jumps at how dirty that is. And you know you will do it as soon as I ask. A Day at the Office I'd like to dedicate this to someone very special, who was not only my muse, but an incredibly important woman in my life. =================== When I left for work in the morning, your parting words were, "Be free for lunch time, I have a surprise for you." The morning just flew by and I had completely lost track of time, and was so preoccupied with the box I was building that you had to knock on my door, to get my attention, once you got to my office. "Hey you!" you said. I jump, slightly startled, as I snap back to the present. I smile huge when I see you and jump up from my desk to give you a big hug and get a chair for you to sit on. "Today would be a great day for a picnic," you say with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. I look back at you and reply, "Well, it's the end of December, it's crappy weather outside, I really don't want to be there at work; I'd rather be at home with you, because I'd be harassing you in some inappropriate way." You chuckle as you get out the food and place it on my desk. Since its lunch time, the noise in the common area of the office starts getting to the point where it's hard to hear you, plus people swing by my office interrupting us. You get fed up with all the commotion and close the door. As you move, my attention immediately goes to your ass, as you move gracefully from your chair to the door and back. The fitted skirt accentuates the curves of your butt and makes it look even more beautiful, which I thought was impossible. My head immediately goes into one of my pervy day dreams, which must have had a profound effect on me as I'm snapped back into reality by hearing your say, "What are you smiling about"? Knowing me as well as you do, you knew what I was already thinking but wanted to see how I'd try to recover from getting caught staring at that beautiful tush of yours... I stammered for a second or so but then gave up and said, "Tracy, you just have a great ass and I wish we were anywhere but here right now. If you could see what's racing through my head right now...," and I just left it at that. You giggle and shove a sammich and some other goodies at me. For the next 45 minutes we talk, laugh, flirt and share various things that happened to us earlier in the day. But like all good things that come to an end, lunch was over with and I have expected you to get ready to leave. So, in a bout of frustration I said, "Damn it, time went so fast... I'm not ready for you to leave yet. I wish you could just stay here for the rest of the day with me and we could talk while I worked." Suddenly a huge smile forms on your face and you reply with, "Deal! Let me run to the bathroom first really quick." You get up and briskly head for the door, and as you open it, one of my coworkers was standing on the other side getting ready to knock, which was rather abnormal, as they normally didn't even bother knocking and wandered right on in. A few minutes pass and you come back into my office and I used that as an excuse to get Jason the hell out of there, so I could spend more "selfish" time with you. "Dear god, don't leave me! They'll pester me the rest of the day," I plead. You get an idea and then ask, "OK, what keeps them out"? "I usually just close the shades & close the door. Most of them know that those are the signals that I don't want any disruptions." I reply. You quickly get up again and close both the shades and the door, and as you do so, I look at my computer screen to see what all is left for the day and start thinking of how I can get out of it. My thought is quickly disrupted when I hear the sound of the door lock click. I look up to see you looking back at me, over your shoulder, which a very evil grin on your face. That look was complemented by the soft light that was coming in from my window. "No, don't lock it. They'll think we're up to something." I say. You turn around to face me, then saunter over to my desk, then come around and sit on the desktop, right in front of me and say, "Remember that surprise I mentioned earlier? If someone comes in, it may ruin your 'dessert'"! At which point, you slowly start raising your skirt, revealing the soft and smooth lips of your pussy. My jaw drops, my mouth waters and I collapse into the soft leather of my chair, in a mild state of shock. "You like?" you ask me while you hike your skirt up higher. I nod my head emphatically as I lean forward, acting on my first impulse. I hear you sigh as my head moves forward, centering between your silky thighs and my lips brush across yours. But the moment my tongue snakes between them, I feel you lean back and hear you hiss with approval. As I start licking, you lie back on my desk and rest your feet on the arm rests of my chair and begin writhing, slowly at first. I slide my arms up under your legs and I go into an almost hypnotic trance as I become completely intoxicated with the sweet scent of your inner thighs and the amazing taste of your hot, wet and tight pussy. I settle into a groove of licking and kissing random spots and I tighten my grip around your legs, when I feel you starting to thrust against my face. Then after a few moments, I feel the warmth of your hand on the back of my head, as you pull my face closer to your sweet wetness. While I can't exactly see what's going on, I'm quickly snapped back to attention when I sense the amount of light falling into the room. I sit upright, turn around and look out the window nervously. While the glass looks like mirror glass, you can see in if you look at just the right angle. "Do you really care?" you ask? Looking outside and seeing one of my coworkers walk by the window did add an element of risk to our "picnic." But before I turn around, I feel you tugging at my belt and you softly saying "Excuse me mister, you stopped playing with your dessert." Looking at you laying there on my antique cherry desk, your legs spread wide open, inviting me; my already hard cock started aching badly. I hold out my hand to help you up, and say "I want you from behind, lean over my desk." You let out a sound that reminded me of an excited squeak as you bend over and rest on my desk and you make a big production of lifting your skirt over your perfect ass. Seeing that, I rip off my belt and push down my pants and underwear. Since we were without lube, I licked my middle finger and slide it into your steamy, wet pussy, getting it all lubed up. I slide my wet finger over the head of my cock, getting it slick enough to slide in. I feel the warmth of your pussy as the head gets close. When the very tip of the head starts peeking inside your lips I remove my hand and put both of them on your waist and push in as deeply as I can. At that exact moment, you gasp and I groan as I feel your pussy gently grips the shaft of my cock. I begin sliding out and then thrusting back in, slowly and piston like. As I thrust into you, I pull myself deeper into you by grabbing your waist and thrusting hard. "Oh jeebus!" I quietly whisper. You simply reply with, "oh yeah, a little harder!" We both start really getting into it, by going faster, harder and a little deeper when all of a sudden the fucking phone rings. I try to ignore it, but I look at the caller ID and it's my bosses' boss. I ask you to be as quiet as possible and answer. "Smith, we need to talk, immediately!" he barks. "Uhh sir, I'm deep in the middle of something and I'm not at a point where I can really stop without risking ruining everything I've done to get to this point," I gasp. "OK, you stay there, keep working and I'll be right down." he states. "Yes sir," I say sounding deflated. Hanging up the phone it dawns on me that it takes about 20 seconds to get to my office door from his office, and I begin to panic over how am I going to explain my semi-naked wife, bent over my desk and me standing behind her grinding against her amazing ass. I barely get "boss... coming down here...," when I hear him shouting to someone right outside my door. Still in panic mode I point under the desk and simply say "quick hide." You drop down there, giggling, and I sit in my chair and pull the middle drawer out, as if I'm searching for something critical, but you and I both know I'm simply trying to conceal the fact that my pants are down around my ankles. I no sooner get situated when Pete knocks once and then ambles right on in. Looking around, trying to figure out what I've been doing, "I could tell by the tone of your voice that you were deep in to something good, so I'll keep it as brief as I can.," he states. I hear you quietly snort from under my desk. He begins with "Brian, what do you know about palo alto? I have a great idea and I want you to build it for me." I feel my cock start to soften as he starts getting into a long winded technical dissertation over something I could really give a shit about at that particular time, so I slouch back into my seat preparing for the loss of at least an hour. Little did I know that that was our secret signal for you to playfully torture me, while my bosses' boss was merely inches away. Pete starts yammering about something that I don't really care about at the same time I feel you pull my chair closer to you, bringing me closer to my desk. I nervously twitch as I feel your hands slide up my thighs and then when one of your fingers tease my shaft and balls. Immediately I begin to cough, trying not to let on. I feel you shake a little bit as you silently giggle. You know full well that I am completely vulnerable and can't do a damn thing, so you're going to make this as interesting as possible. Pete begins with the critical need to be able to filter internet enable applications with this new tech, to which I simply scrawl a couple of notes on my steno pad. I feel you slide your arms over my things, locking me in your grasp. I feel your tongue touch the tip of my cock. I bite my lower lip and feel a small bead of sweat begin to trickle down my forehead. Your hot breath envelops the head as I feel you bend my shaft, so you can lick that little sensitive triangle on the underside of the head. My heart began pounding and I thought it was going to completely explode out of my chest when I felt your moist lips slide over the tip, then over the head. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on whatever nonsense he was droning on about. But a small groan snuck out of my mouth as I felt you start sucking it really hard and begin bobbing up and down on my shaft. All the while, your tongue lovingly zeros in and caresses the most sensitive parts of my cock. I feel your finger nail glide just over the surface of my skin, just under my balls. "... And then we have to think about OSI layers 5 through 7 and only let authorized users upload data to authorized...," he continued. Oh my fkin gawd, your mouth feels so good as you relentlessly work me over. Without using your hands at all, you bob up and down slowly and keep the suction really hard. Pete's voice sounds like its 200 feet away as he continued on about finally being able to enforce a dynamic black list, but all I was really concentrating on was your hot mouth, the way you would sometimes twirl your head around the head of my cock or the fact that I was about ready blow a serious load. I silently prayed to God that I wouldn't make any obvious sounds that would give us away. "Oh god this is great!" I muttered, referring to the most amazing blow job I've ever had in my life. Your tongue goes into overdrive as he states, "I know, isn't this amazing? What a great time to be alive and working on this kind of stuff, eh Bri? "Uhhhh oh god, yes! Totally unreal" I gasp. Getting close to cumming, one of my legs begins to twitch, which you know is one of my tells when I'm super close. So you take me in deep and linger a little bit before bobbing again. Pete gets up, draws some squiggles on my dry erase board, when he says, "Yanno Smith, I think you're on to something phenomenal with our current security infrastructure, so I'm going to free up 2.5 million of the budget so you can take this to the next level." "Oh my dear lord!!" I exclaimed. My balls started pumping the boiling cum out of my cock and at the first sign you pushed your face down on me as far as you could go. I felt explosions of thick white rope jet from my body in to your throat and I could feel you swallow as fast as you could. I buried my face in my hands, trying to hide my "O" face, while he continued on. You, on the other hand, began to milk and suck every last drop of cum from my balls. I could feel your tongue fluttering over the tip of my cock, trying to coax more out. I mock coughed to hide my gasps and cries and you took full advantage of this and kept going, keeping my cock rock hard. "Well Brian, what do you think of this particular model?" He asked. "Very doable," I said softly. Clearing my throat loudly, "Well sir, I'll get the PO's cut and get those rigs in house so we can start getting them put together." "Very good. OK, I'll let you get back to whatever you're working on. You just seem a little distracted, so I know it's a brain teaser," he said. At that point, he stands, and starts to turn around to head for the door, when he concludes with, "Tell your lovely wife I said hello, and you really need to spend more time with that woman, so go home and give her some TLC and we'll start planning all of this on Monday. "Yes sir!" I reply. You sit there motionless, with your head on my thigh and me still in your mouth, as I fall back into my chair, trying to recover. I sit there for a second trying to collect myself, before I push the desk drawer back, so I can see your face. "Holy shit that was intense! We have to do this again!!" I gasp. Your mouth makes a loud popping noise as your pull your head back and my still twitching cock pops out. "I'm so OK with that!" you respond excitedly. I look at my watch, thinking about what Pete said about going home and giving you more TLC, and say, "Well hon, you heard the man, let's go home and drive each other crazy until we can't move?" "Race ya'" you say with a big grin on your face. After I pull my pants back up and get my shirt tucked back in, I help you up. You stand there next to me and I can't help but pull you against me and kiss you deeply. I taste the both of us the moment my tongue touches yours, which sends a chill down my spine. After that, we frantically head home, to spend the rest of the day wrapped around each other making each other cum until we are too exhausted to move.