11 comments/ 47757 views/ 13 favorites That Damn Website! By: MisfitToy I should not have gone there. I should have never gone to that damn website but it was a really long, boring morning. Monday's are like that. I was bored and just followed the links. I'd been with the accounting firm since college but that was almost 30 years ago. In my position, mid to upper management, there really wasn't a whole lot to do on a daily basis. We were a mid size firm, not the biggest in town but definitely more than a one-man shop. It was late September and I was just sitting in my office, bored out of my mind. As I said, college was 30 years ago and I had been married to Margaret the last 29 of them. She was a good woman and I loved her dearly. She had done a great job raising our two kids and always had a warm dinner for me when I got home. But like most relationships, ours had gotten, hmmm, stale. Old, predictable, there weren't a lot of surprises with Margaret. There also wasn't a lot of sex. Once or twice a month, whether she wanted to or not. Lights off, missionary position, hike up the flannel nightie, let me do the deed, and off to sleep 5 minutes later. Needless to say, I was a little bored with our sex life. That's why I started surfing those websites in the first place. Nothing more than just a little harmless looking. Visual stimulation, something to fantasize about as Margaret succumbed to her wifely duty. Well, this particular day, I followed a link that led me to one of those amateur websites. For whatever reason, normal, average, everyday people would put pictures of themselves on the site. Women in lingerie or various stages of undress. Couples. Action photos, with or without partners. You get the idea. Well, most of the people had their faces blacked out, which was fine with me. After all, this was an amateur site, not those beautiful people you see in porn. The site advertised that if you paid a small membership fee, you could see much more suggestive and revealing photos of the man or woman who struck your fancy. Well, being bored, I decided, what the hell? It was only a few bucks and since I paid the bills, Margaret would never find out. I spent that morning looking at this woman and that woman. All kinds, tall, short, older, younger, brunette, red heads, blondes. However, they all had one thing in common – big boobs. Margaret, of course, is rather flat-chested. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I had been attracted to her when we were younger but, I did not have much experience with women and certainly have never been with one who was well endowed. You always want what you don't have, right? So, I spent the morning looking at all of these big tits, getting hornier by the minute. Just a little harmless fantasizing. There was one particular woman who drove me crazy. She looked like she was on the shorter side, dark, almost black hair, and no more than 24 years old. She called herself Vandon69 and she was the woman of my fantasies. From my earliest days, I had always been attracted to fuller-figured women. Not fat or chunky or chubby. Back in the day, they were called 'Rubenesque.' Women with curves and Vandon69 had curves. Her breasts were big and full. Perfectly round and completely natural, no boob job for Vandon69. That poor girl was definitely going to have back problems when she got older. Her belly wasn't flat but it wasn't fat either. Her hips were full too. The quintessential hourglass figure, capped off with the roundest ass I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Perfect, just perfect! Her face remained hidden, either completely blacked out or blurred by photoshopping. Sometimes it was only her eyes, but it was always enough to not know exactly what she looked like. Her skin was soft and smooth looking and she had the fullest set of pouty lips any woman could ask for. Nothing much to measure her height by, but in my mind she was barely 5'-0" tall. Vandon69 was different. Nothing raunchy or vulgar about her pictures. Each one was tastefully done, almost artistic in their quality. I looked at every one of her pictures. She loved lingerie as most everything she wore was shear and see-through. Black, white, purple, red, baby-blue, she had quite the collection. Bra's so thin and shear they looked like they'd tear under the weight of her massive breasts. Thongs and g-strings that dove and disappeared between those two perfectly round ass cheeks. Silk stockings on shapely legs as they stood perilously in those high heels. Garter belts, corsets, silk robes, baby-doll nighties, shear teddy's. Even a few pictures of her in nurse and police woman costumes, and always, her full lips painted with the wettest shade of red known to man. Only a few totally nude pics and they were absolutely incredible. Her nipples were hard, perfect little nubs that sat atop those huge tits. The tiniest of landing strips dove between her silky thighs. Ogling Vandon69's body in those pics gave me the stiffest erection. Right there, in my loose suit pants, poking obscenely up under my desk, my cock throbbed as I looked at that young girl's body. My cock throbbed like it hasn't in years. Her body stirred a lust in me I have never felt. It was all I could do not to unbuckle my pants and jerk off right there in my office. I looked at all of her pictures and when I was done, I'd look at the next girl and then the next. It never failed. I always found my way back to Vandon69. I stared at each of her pics, studying, memorizing her body, each delicious curve burned into my mind. And that's when I saw it. There. That one picture taken in the bathroom. Vandon69 had forgotten that mirrors reflect and she had neglected to blackout her face in that reflection. I knew that girl! Vandon69 was Vivian Anderson. She had worked for the firm now for a little over a year. She was one of my accountants. I was stunned. I had seen Vivian, or Ms. Anderson as I called her, now for over a year and I never noticed her before. She dressed very conservatively in loose business attire. A jacket over a blouse, with a long, flowing skirt that never got as high as her knees. Her hair was always done up, never shoulder length and free like in her pictures. In the office, her make-up was always minimal, almost non-existent. She even wore those stereotypical librarian glasses! She always struck me as, you know, kind of plain. Frumpy, old before her time. In those loose clothes, I always figured she was overweight. Her jackets and blouses kind of hung on her and I never, ever noticed her breasts. I never noticed her, period. At least, not until this morning. Now I had a face and name to go along with that body. Then, I noticed something else. At the top of the page was a tab that said "Bio." I made the mistake of opening it. Vivian, I mean Vandon69, described herself as "slightly submissive" and "curious" about "older men." Now, I'm not into whips and chains and that kind of thing. At least, I've never done that and certainly never would with Margaret, but, to be honest, the whole handcuffs and restraints sounds like it would be fun. I then noticed that the website offered chat with its on-line members. And Vandon69 was on-line. Right now. Here, in the office. Apparently she liked to chat as well as work during the day. My cock ached with the thought of that young girl, her delicious body on display in those incredible pictures, talking sex with anonymous men here at work. I sat at my desk and wondered if she was as aroused as I was. I quickly made a profile as a member at the website. Of course, I did not have any pictures to offer but my profile was accurate. It read, "52 year old male, married, new to the site and looking to explore with a slightly submissive, younger female." I gave myself the screen name 'JadedDragon.' I was honest and thought I'd take a chance. After all, this was all still pretty harmless fantasizing. Just a few images and role plays I could use when I was with Margaret. I sent an instant message to Vivian: Vandon69, Love your pics. Your body looks incredible. You are by far the sexiest woman here. You've given me quite the hard on. I hit the send button and waited, my heart racing and my cock throbbing in anticipation. 30 seconds turned into a minute, then two. Finally, almost ten minutes later she replied: Thanks Jaded. Well, that was fairly anti-climatic but it was at least a start. I pressed on and told her I read her bio. The messages started coming quicker as we chatted back and forth. After a good 40 minutes of innocuous banter, our conversation turned more sexual. JadedDragon: "I see your slightly submissive." Vandon69: "Yes. Would like to experience that rather than fantasize." JadedDragon: "That's good. I'm slightly Dom. Not into pain, more about control." My cock pulsed along with my heart as I read her response, "We might be a good match then." I thought I would explode right there in my pants. My cock ached for much needed relief. Still, I pressed on. JadedDragon: "I think so as well, but let's see. Where are you?" Vandon69: "Just working at home." Maybe that's what she wanted me to think, but I knew the truth. So, I called her on it. JadedDragon: "I don't think our relationship should start off with a lie. You're not at home, are you?" Vandon69: "Yes I am. Why would you say that?" JadedDragon: "If you're going to lie to me, then maybe we're not a good match. A good sub would never lie to me. Bye" It was a calculated move, I know. I could have lost her there, but I also knew that in order for my little dirty fantasies with Vivian to have meaning, she had to do as I said. A few seconds passed and I thought it was over until, Vandon69: "I'm sorry. You're right. I'm at work. Please don't be cross with me." My cock throbbed with her reply. JadedDragon: "I knew you were lying to me. I'll always be able to tell." Vandon69: "I'm sorry." JadedDragon: "I'm sorry, 'Sir'." She paused and added, Vandon69: "I'm sorry, Sir." Oh, the possibilities swirled in my head. I decided to test her again. JadedDragon: "Good. Do you have privacy at work?" Vandon69: "I have a cubicle but only someone walking by or across the hall can see in." JadedDragon: "What are you wearing?" Vandon69: "White cotton blouse, dark gray, wool skirt, low black heels. Jacket matches the skirt, but I took it off to work." JadedDragon: "Underneath?" Vandon69: "Pantyhose, bra and panties." JadedDragon: "Go to the restroom and take them off. Keep them in your purse. Remember, I'll know if you're lying to me. I will reward you for your obedience." Vandon69: "brb" From my office, I couldn't see Vivian Anderson's cubicle, so I adjusted my aching cock inside my pants and stepped out of my office towards the cubicles. I didn't see Vivian but I walked over to where she worked and pretended I need a file out of an adjacent cabinet. A few minutes later, I saw Vivian walking towards me. Pretending to study the file, I stared as she approached me. Her large breasts swayed freely beneath her loose cotton top. I groaned as my cock reminded me of its lack of attention. I watched as she walked by me, her legs barely visible beneath the low hem of her skirt. I watched as her ass bounced, unrestrained by her underwear or pantyhose, beneath that wool skirt. I quickly walked back to my office. I closed my office door behind me, sat back behind my desk and almost hurt myself. My cock was so hard and badly restrained by my pants. My heart pounded in my chest as I unbuckled and unzipped my pants. I pulled my pants and boxer briefs down as my cock shot out of its confinement as if spring loaded. It bobbed and swayed proudly and perversely in my lap as I looked at my computer screen. Vandon69: "ok" JadedDragon: "Did you do as I ordered?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir." JadedDragon: "Prove it to me. Touch your pussy." I imagined Vivian at her cubicle, her thighs slightly spread, skirt hiked to her waist as her hand stroked her sweet pussy. My left hand slowly stroked my aching cock. Vandon69: "Thank you Sir!" I imagined her, touching herself, rubbing that stiffening clit, making her pussy nice and wet. My hand slid up and down my shaft. Then I had a wicked thought. JadedDragon: "Can anyone tell that you're not wearing underwear?" Vandon69: "If my nipples get hard, yes Sir." JadedDragon: "Is your boss an older man?" Now, I know her direct supervisor is a woman but I am her boss. Vandon69: "No Sir." JadedDragon: "There are no older men in positions of authority where you work?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir. My boss's boss, Sir." My cock ached yet I carefully pulled up my briefs and pants and re-dressed. I left the zipper open with my hard cock poking through. I slid my chair up, tucking my exposed cock under my desk. JadedDragon: "Is your pussy wet for me?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir!" JadedDragon: "Do you want to cum?" Vandon69: "Please Sir." I groaned and added, JadedDragon: "Not yet. I want you to get your fingers nice and wet with your juices." Vandon69: "They are Sir." JadedDragon: "Bring that man a file. Make sure he can smell your juices on it." Vandon69: "Sir, he'll see my nipples are hard. He'll see I'm not wearing a bra." JadedDragon: "Good. Brush them against him. If you can turn him on, I'll let you cum." My cock ached and I knew I could cum at any minute. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on my office door. "Come in," I said. I heard the door opening and I looked up to see Vivian. Her face was flushed, her lips parted slightly and I could see she was nervous. I could also see her nipples were incredibly hard and clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse. "Yes Ms. Anderson?" I said as calmly as I could. Inside, I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. My cock painfully reminded me of its own predicament as it poked at my desk. I watched as she walked into my office and closed the door behind her. Her clothes hung loosely but I now knew what treasures were hidden beneath. She walked toward me and I openly stared as her massive breasts swayed beneath her cotton blouse. The fabric brushing her sensitive nipples caused them to become even harder. I thought they'd poke holes in the thin material as they stiffened. Her eyes seemed glazed over, as if she was lost in a trance. "I've been working on the Harrington account," she began. "I think I found some discrepancies." She handed me a file and put her hands behind her, her massive breasts pushed outward toward me. The loose material of her blouse was becoming less loose and I thought I would cum right there under my desk. I took the file from her and my fingertips touched the moist spot she left for me. Oh, this drab, frumpy, young girl with the accountant's mind but the body of a Goddess was driving me crazy with lust! I wanted to jump up, bend her over my desk, throw her skirt up over her hips and fuck her sweet, wet little pussy right then and there. It was all I could do to say, "What discrepancies?" I watched as Vivian walked behind my desk and leaned over my shoulder. She looked down at first me and then the file. My eyes were level with those incredible tits. She leaned forward and pointed at the first document in the file. "Here and here, Sir," she said. Meanwhile, she laid her massive tits against my shoulder and arm. I groaned again, audibly. She reached out again and I could feel her stiff nipples against my shoulder through the fabric of my shirt. My cock ached and my balls felt ready to burst under that desk. "Thank you, Ms. Anderson," I grunted. I couldn't take much more. "I'll have a look at these and get back to you. Please close the door behind you." She merely nodded in compliance and I watched her ass bounce again beneath her loose, oversized skirt. As the door closed, I immediately pushed back from my desk. I held the file to my nose and quickly began stroking my free cock. Pre-cum was oozing from the tip and I could still smell her arousal on the papers she had handed me. I reached for a tissue as I knew I didn't have much longer. I kept stroking my cock, up and down, and quickly pulled up Vandon69's pictures again on the computer. The picture of her on all four's, wearing nothing but a shear black robe, was all I could take. The sight of her massive tits hanging down, her nipples stiff and hard, sent me over the edge. My balls exploded and I began pumping stream after stream of warm cum into that lone tissue. I needed a second and then a third, the thin material barely able to keep up with my excited balls. I grabbed a few more and did the best I could to clean myself up. Lost in my orgasmic bliss, I did not see Vivian's message until I had finished cleaning up. Vandon69: "As you ordered Sir." JadedDragon: "Tell me." Vandon69: "My juices were on the file. It was moist. He stared at my breasts the whole time. I brushed my nipples against him. He actually groaned Sir." JadedDragon: "Did you turn him on?" Vandon69: "I believe so Sir, yes. He rushed me out of his office. I think he's jerking off Sir." JadedDragon: "Excellent! How do you feel about him playing with his cock, thinking of your body?" Vandon69: "It turns me on, Sir." JadedDragon: "I want you to cum for me at your cubicle. You can use the restroom to clean up afterward. Cum for me as you think about serving me." Vandon69: "Thank you Sir!" I quickly got myself together as best as I could and made my way near to Vivian's cubicle. The thought of her masturbating, right there, only a few feet from me, made my cock instantly hard again. A few minutes later, I watched as Vivian quickly scurried to the women's restroom. I did the same, walking to the Men's room and found an empty stall. Fortunately, no one else was using the facilities at the time. Needless to say, I jerked off again. Vivian's naked images flowing through my brain. I imagined her doing the dirtiest things to me. I came again, visioning myself fucking her in that shear black robe. Vivian on all four's, me behind her, fucking that sweet young pussy doggy style. I flushed the evidence of both of my times with Vivian down the toilet, put myself together again and moved to the sink to wash my hands clean. Looking into the mirror, I realized the trouble I had created for myself. Now I did it. I should never have gone to that damn website! Please let me know what you think of this work. That Damn Website! Ch. 02 This is just the second chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out the earlier stories. I hope you enjoy. I really screwed up big time. I should have never gone to that damn website but I was bored. Now I had seen nude and suggestive pictures of one of my employees. Worse yet, she turned me on more than any woman I've ever known. All I could think about was fucking that young girl. That young girl. She was old enough to be my daughter. I could be her father, yet I was able to manipulate that young girl into acting provocatively towards me. Hell, I jerked off twice that morning because of her! The rest of the day was just dreadful. The afternoon wore on and all I could think about was Vandon69. I desperately wanted to log back on to that website and look at her again. I wanted to chat with her and get her to do more. I really wanted to see just how far I could go with this even though I was married to Margaret. Poor Margaret! Her only crime was that she wasn't 24 and sexy as all hell like Vandon69. I had never cheated on her before. The thought never even crossed my mind. All it took was a few hours on a Monday morning and I was ready to throw all of that away. For what? Fantasy sex with a woman I had not even given a second look to for over a year. Still, if I would have known what Vivian Anderson had underneath that frumpy exterior, with that curvaceous body in her lingerie, whew! She was driving me crazy. That night, all I could think about was this morning and Vandon69. Those gorgeous, big, full tits. Her perfectly round ass. Her hourglass hips, the kind of hips you grab from behind and hold onto for dear life as you fucked her until your balls are dry. Her wet, red, pouty lips. My cock ached as I imagined her using her mouth on me, dressed in one of her lingerie 'outfits.' Even though it was highly unusual, I had sex with Margaret that night while I thought about Vandon69. The next morning, it was all I could do from logging on again and starting all over with her. My mind swirled with possibilities, wondering just how far I could get her to go today. I sat in my office all morning staring at that blank monitor. Minute after painful minute dragged slowly by. I knew she was just sitting there only a few feet away from me. Chinese water torture. That's what this was. Minute by minute, like drips from a water faucet above my head, time was slowly and incessantly calling me, reminding me of the pleasure that awaited me if I would only log on. God, this time of year is so boring! There is nothing for a man in my position to do and all I could think about was Vandon69. She had become my lustful obsession. Thankfully, lunch time finally arrived. I had made it through the morning without succumbing to my lust. And then I made the mistake of going out of my office. I turned the corner and we were suddenly face to face. Well, her face was in the middle of my chest. My cock sprang to attention as her perfume danced in my nostrils. She softly said, "Oh, excuse me Sir." I grumbled something in reply and continued out the door towards lunch, all the while the desire in my pants reminding me of a need greater than food. She was all I could think about as I ate my turkey sandwich at the coffee shop down the street. Walking back to the office, images of Vandon69 burned in my mind. It was there, in the elevator on my way up to the fourth floor, that I realized the futility of resisting. My lust for that young girl had no bounds and it was not going to be denied. I walked by her cubicle and saw that she was already back so I hurried to my office and closed the door. In an instant, I had logged on to that damn website and was looking at Vandon69 in her shear black bra. Her nipples were big and stiff, her tits full and round. My cock throbbed, aching to be sliding in between those beautiful tits in the soft, warm, endless valley of her cleavage. The thin fabric of her g-string sat high on her curved hips, diving down between her perfect ass in back and to the softest thighs in front. Those thighs, so soft and smooth looking, clad in those shear black stockings which somehow defied gravity and remained firmly in place. I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang out, free from the constraints of my clothing. Slowly, my hand stroked my shaft, offering up much needed relief. Suddenly, my screen flashed and I saw the instant message. Vandon69: "Good Afternoon Sir!" 'She's been waiting for me,' I thought. My heart skipped a beat and that familiar hunger started stirring deep in my lap. JadedDragon: "Good Afternoon." Vandon69: "I hoped to see you today. How are you Sir?" We exchanged pleasantries, asking about each other and how they were. Really, it was obvious that both of us wanted to get right back to yesterday. A little titillation, or in Vandon69's case, big, very big, titillation. I began – JadedDragon: "I enjoyed yesterday." Vandon69: "As did I, Sir." She was already acting submissive and it really turned me on. I decided to see just how far I could go with it. JadedDragon: "You were a very good little slut yesterday." Vandon69: "Thank you Sir." My cock ached for her, my lust for her had no boundaries. Right then and there, I knew I somehow had to have her. JadedDragon: "Did you masturbate last night?" Vandon69: "No Sir. You did not give me permission." The perfect answer! She was now my willing, submissive little slut and she enjoyed it as much as I did. I continued – JadedDragon: "Do you think your boss did?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir. I bumped into him today and he could not even look at me." JadedDragon: "And how did it make you feel?" Vandon69: "Very turned on Sir!" JadedDragon: "Such a little slut you are. You like turning men on, don't you?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir. It's new for me." JadedDragon: "How so?" Vandon69: "I've always thought of myself as overweight Sir. That my boobs are too big, my backside is too big." JadedDragon: "You are wrong." Vandon69: "Thank you Sir!" JadedDragon: "Why would you post pics of yourself?" Vandon69: "I was a little drunk one night and feeling lonely Sir. The response to them has been surprising." JadedDragon: "You like men looking at you, wanting you, don't you?" Vandon69: "Like I said, it's all new for me Sir." JadedDragon: "And you dress plainly, don't you?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir. For my job. Very conservative and nondescript." JadedDragon: "But only I know the slut underneath." Vandon69: "Yes. Only you Sir!" Oh, this girl was driving me crazy with lust. She had absolutely no idea how sexy she was. If she would only loosen up a little, she would really be something, but for now I wanted her all to myself. JadedDragon: "You liked that little flirtation with your boss yesterday, didn't you slut?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. And thank you for allowing me to cum yesterday Sir." My cock ached for her. I wanted to march over to her cubicle and fuck her right there in front of anyone who cared to watch. JadedDragon: "Tell me your favorite fantasy." Vandon69: "I want to be taken Sir. Not raped mind you, but taken, forced to do things to a man. Or men. Strong men, like you Sir." My mind swirled in thought. Suddenly, I had an idea. JadedDragon: "What are you wearing today?" Vandon69: "Like yesterday, a long wool skirt, jacket, plain blouse, low heels Sir." JadedDragon: "Underneath?" Vandon69: "Cotton bra, panties, pantyhose. Like yesterday Sir." JadedDragon: "Today is the last day for that. Tomorrow, you will wear your shear black lace bra, g-string and black lace stockings. The same type of skirt but a darker blouse. From now on, only your sexiest lingerie. No more cotton." Vandon69: "Thank you Sir." JadedDragon: "Conservative outside, but slutty underneath. Just the way I like you." Vandon69: "Thank you Sir!" JadedDragon: "You liked turning on your boss yesterday, didn't you slut?" Vandon69: "Yes Sir. Very much. It made me wet Sir thinking about getting him excited." God, I could have cum right then and there. Instead, I continued – JadedDragon: "Will he be in his office all day tomorrow?" Vandon69: "He usually leaves for lunch Sir." JadedDragon: "Good. You will dress as I ordered. At lunch time, you will slip into his office. Inside your purse you will have your favorite vibrator. I want you to sit in his chair behind his desk and fuck yourself with that vibrator until you cum, slut. Hike up your skirt, spread your stocking-clad thighs, pull your g-string aside and cum on his chair." Vandon69: "What if he catches me Sir?" JadedDragon: "That will not happen slut. Do as I say and I will reward you. In person." Vandon69: "Thank you Sir! I'm wet thinking about it." JadedDragon: "You DO NOT have permission to masturbate. Now, tonight or tomorrow morning. You can cum when you fuck yourself in his chair, slut." Vandon69: "Thank you Sir!" JadedDragon: "Vandon69. Explain the name." Vandon69: "Vandon is different parts of my real name, which I'd like to keep private Sir." JadedDragon: "You may, as will I until I decide we should meet. And the 69?" Now, I knew full well what that was but I wanted her to say it. Vandon69: "It's for oral sex Sir. I love to give as well as receive." I groaned again as I imagined her full, pouty lips wrapped around my cock. I needed to go to the Men's room and cum again so I finished for today. JadedDragon: "I must go now. Do as I have instructed tomorrow and you will be rewarded, slut." Vandon69: "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." I quickly logged off tucked my painfully erect cock back inside my pants. I carried a file in front of me as I carefully walked to the Men's room where I gave myself some much needed relief. Finally finished, I decided to slip out of the office and call it a day. Besides, I needed time to prepare for tomorrow's events. One quick stop on my way home and I was able to buy all that I needed for my plan. Wednesday morning could not come fast enough. I walked into my office as usual, with my briefcase in hand, fully aware of what I was about to do. Closing the door behind me, I placed the case on my desk and took out the supplies I had purchased yesterday afternoon. Methodically, I placed each item in the locations I had determined would provide optimum results. Once finished and content with my efforts, I watched the minute hand as it slowly and painstakingly made its way around the clock face. One hour, two hours and finally it was lunch time. I walked out of my office, my erection reminding me of what was to happen there in my absence, and passed Vivian's cubicle. She looked up at me, smiled and I thought I'd cum right there. I grunted again and continued on my way. I caught sight of her walking away from me and towards my office, purse in hand, as I looked back and over my shoulder. Vivian closed my office door behind her as she slipped inside unnoticed. She had made a lifetime of that – going unnoticed. She watched me walking across the street from my fourth floor office window and quickly sat down to the task at hand. Vivian reached down to the hem of her wool skirt and slowly raised it up to her hourglass hips. Her black silk stockings shimmered in the fluorescent light of my office as the skirt rose higher and higher, up past the elastic band and up to the waistband of her flimsy g-string. She sat down in my chair, splaying her legs slightly. She reached for her purse and brought out a large vibrator. Lifting her left leg, she draped it up and over the arm of my chair. Her heart raced from both the anticipation of what she was about to do as well as the possibility that I may walk back in on her at any moment. Vivian took the vibrator in her right hand and switched it on. It made a soft hum as it shook rhythmically in her hand. With her left hand, she reached between her thighs and pulled back the delicate strap that disappeared between her magnificent ass cheeks and held the tiny triangle of fabric strategically in place. Her breath quickened as she pointed the vibrator between her legs. The tip brushed the opening of her lips and she inhaled sharply. Slowly, Vivian worked the tip up and down the length of her swollen lips. Her nipples stiffened visibly even though they were buried beneath the fabric of her dark blouse and the thin material of her shear black bra. Slowly, up and down, she worked the buzzing tube across her moistening pussy lips. Vivian pulled back her fleshy lips and the tip of her vibrator brushed her stiffening clit. She moaned and began working it across and around the sensitive nub. Her breathing quickened and she unconsciously began rocking her hips to the building rhythm of the mounting pleasure inside of her. She threw her head back against my chair and cupped her large breast in her left hand. With her right, she pushed the vibrator inside her wet pussy. Slowly, she worked it in and out, brushing the sides along her clit with each stroke. Vivian's thighs began to quiver as her fingers found her sensitive nipple beneath her top. In and out, she worked the imitation cock inside her pussy, the juices soon moistening her thighs as well as my chair. One final brush against her clit with the vibrating cock and Vivian threw her head back against my chair in orgasm. Her body rocked and quaked as the juices gushed from her pussy. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to muffle her moans of ecstasy. Slowly, her pleasure began to subside with each deep breath she took. Her eyes glazed over behind her glasses as her leg still dangled seductively over the arm of my chair. A wry smile crossed her face, the evidence of a devilish thought. She reached for my desk phone and brushed the mouthpiece across the wetness between her legs, sending yet another shiver through her frazzled nerve endings. Quickly, Vivian replaced the phone back into its holder. She turned off the vibrator and slipped it back inside her purse, adjusted her g-string, blouse and skirt. She stood up from behind my desk, her thighs still shaky from her orgasm, and pushed my damp chair back behind my desk. Vivian straightened herself in the reflection of the window, adjusted her glasses, slipped quietly and unnoticed out of my office, and back to her cubicle. I took an unusually long lunch today – one hour and fifteen minutes. Just in case she needed the extra time. My cock ached as I walked painfully and slowly back to work. Finally, I was back in my office. I closed the door behind me and immediately opened my closet door. There, up against the back wall, was the monitor for the cameras I had set up earlier that morning. I hit 'PLAY' and watched Vivian as she put on her show for me. I smiled as I watched Vivian masturbate for me. I thought the phone dipped into her pussy juices was a nice touch. My plan was working perfectly. Time for Phase 2. Please let me know what you think of this work. That Damn Website! Ch. 03 This is just another chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out the earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy. * My hard cock ached as I watched Vivian masturbate on that videotape, unaware of the cameras I had placed earlier in my office. I stared, mesmerized, watching her hand slide that vibrator in and out of her sweet, tight, wet pussy. Her stocking-clad legs spread wide, one leg hung seductively over the arm of my chair, all looked so inviting. I shuddered as I watched her dip the mouthpiece of my phone in her pussy juices. I wanted to take my cock out of the confinement of my pants and jack off but today I had other plans. Today, now, was time for Phase 2. If only I could pull it off. I rewound the tape and synched it to where Vivian spread her thighs and draped a leg over the arm of my chair, her skirt raised and vibrator in hand. I hit the "STOP" button and closed my closet door. I walked over to my desk and picked up the phone. Mmmmm, I could smell her juices on the mouthpiece. I couldn't help myself. I gave that phone a little flick of my tongue. She tasted like heaven and my cock pulsed, throbbed to be released. I dialed her extension and she picked up. "Yes Sir?" she said apprehensively. I took a deep breath and did my best to fake a professional demeanor. "Ms. Anderson," I began earnestly. "I need to see you in my office. Now please." "Yes Sir," she replied and hung up the phone. I stood at my desk, my erection pointing out obscenely against my loose pants. Some quick adjusting and my cock pressed flat, pointing up, against my belly. Two seconds later, I heard a knock on my door. "Enter," I said, as authoritatively as I could muster with a raging hard on pulsing against my loins. She opened the door and slowly, timidly, entered my office. It was in here, only a few minutes ago, where she put on her bawdy display for my cameras. "Please, come in. Close the door," I said. Oh, she looked incredible. She wore a bulky jacket over her gray cotton blouse. The long dark, wool skirt matched her jacket. Vivian's hair was up, her make-up subdued and simple behind those glasses. She was as plain as every other day but only I knew what was underneath that exterior. She stood motionless just inside my door, looking down at her shoes, her hands behind her, together at the small of her back. I wanted to jump her right then and there, but I first had to play out my little game. "Ms. Anderson," I began, "do you know why I asked you into my office?" My eyes moved slowly, deliberately over her well hidden body. She looked at me with doe eyes behind those glasses. Sheepishly, she looked down at her shoes again, averting my stare and said, "No sir. Is it about that file from the other day?" Sternly, I replied, "No, Ms. Anderson. It is not about the file. Are you aware that there has been some thievery here, in this office?" She looked up at me, confused, and shook her head no. I smiled slyly but immediately feigned consternation again. "Well, Ms. Anderson, those thefts have forced me to install surveillance cameras here in my office. And, do you know what I saw on those cameras today after I came back from lunch?" Her eyes widened in horror and shock behind those glasses, her pouty, soft lips, parted slightly as she inhaled sharply. She stood silent, holding her breadth, waiting for me to begin yelling. I walked quickly towards my closet door. Flinging the door open for added dramatic effect, I showed her the monitor. "I saw this," I said angrily as I pushed "PLAY." Vivian watched in humiliation as the tape showed her moving the thin garment of her g-string from her pussy and lowering the vibrator between her gorgeous thighs. We both looked on in silence, my lust building, boiling over. She was embarrassed and flushed. She looked back down at the floor, her hands behind her back, shaking slightly, and stuttered, "I'm ..., I'm, ugh, I'm sorry Sir. I don't know what to say, Sir." I loved watching her like this. She was ashamed, embarrassed, vulnerable, exposed, and still slightly aroused from a few minutes ago. And so Damn sexy! The power I felt over that young, sexy girl at that instant was overwhelming. "What am I supposed to do about this, Ms. Anderson?" I asked sharply. She said nothing, only continued looking at her shoes. "You've been a very bad girl, young lady." I almost could not get the words out of my mouth. My heart pounded in my chest, my mouth was dry and my cock throbbed, aching for relief and gratification, aching for this young girl. She looked up at me silently. "You should be punished," I said, again the words almost stuck in my mouth. So clichéd yet so incredibly arousing. My cock felt like it would explode in my lap, the heat from my lust unbearable, scalding my belly through my erection. I slowly moved over to my office door and locked it behind her. I could smell her perfume and her arousal from earlier at lunch, the remnants still on her long, woolen skirt. I walked painstakingly slowly to the side of my desk. I sat on the corner and faced her as she stood silently, submissively in the center of my office. My eyes again moved slowly over her covered body. 'No,' I told myself. 'No evidence of what treasures hide beneath those drab clothes.' "What are we going to do about this?" I repeated. My cock ached for her. My mouth was as dry as a desert as she stood passively in front of me. My eyes moved slowly, deliberately over her body. "You looked good in the video." I could barely get the words out. She stood motionless, her hands behind her back, looking down at the carpeting. "Let me see those stockings again," I said huskily, my voice cracking. Vivian never looked up. She merely reached down, stooped forward, grabbed the hem of her long skirt, and lifted it up to mid-thigh. The fluorescent light of my office made the silk in her stockings shimmer. Her soft, sexy legs looked electrically charged, the shear material glowing sensuously under the harsh glare. My eyes drank in every curve. "Very nice legs," I managed to mutter through my lust. "I liked the way you spread them in my chair." She still said nothing but remained motionless, holding her skirt up on her thighs for my benefit. Why I said this, I do not know, but somehow the words, "What do you say after a compliment?" came out of my dry mouth. With her head down passively, her eyes glued to the carpet, very quietly I heard her obediently say, "Thank you, Sir." Her voice was soft, demure and sensuous all at once. My cock throbbed and my balls swelled. "Take off that skirt for me," I ordered through my lust. Vivian gently dropped the hem and twisted to her side. With one hand she unbuttoned her skirt and with the the other she slid down the zipper. The loose, heavy skirt crumpled to her feet. She held her arms at her side, head down. She looked incredible in her loose jacket, that boring cotton blouse underneath, standing in front of me in those thigh high, black silk stockings in medium high black heels. "Now, Ms. Anderson, the jacket," I continued. I watched as she obeyed. First one arm, then the other, she let the oversized jacket slide off her shoulders and crumple next to her skirt. Even in that oversized blouse, her stiff nipples were clearly visible through the thick cotton fabric. My eyes moved slowly down her body. Her blouse hung below her hips and bottom, exposing only a hint of bare thigh and then those incredible silk stocking covered legs. I wanted this young girl, Vandon69, Vivian Anderson. I wanted to do every dirty, filthy urge I've ever had with her, but all I could manage to say was, "The blouse." I watched as her fingers began undoing the buttons. First the top. Slowly, like a glacier melting, more and more buttons opened until finally the glorious chasm of her cleavage became visible. I could only watch, speechless, as she opened another and another button until finally her blouse was open completely. She undid one then the other sleeve and slowly slid her top off, dropping it with her other clothes. She was a vision, standing there in front of me. Her pictures on that website did not do her body justice. Her hips were nice and round, with the waistband of the g-string resting high on top, at the very apex of those curves. The thin patch of shear fabric barely covered her sweet pussy. My eyes however, were drawn to her magnificent breasts. They were big, so much bigger than her pictures showed. Big, round, heavy, full, that shear bra strained under the weight of her enormous chest. The valley of her cleavage seemed to go on for miles and her nipples looked hard enough to burst through that strained fabric she called a bra. My cock felt like it was going to explode as I swallowed hard at the vision standing before me. "Very nice," I muttered through the dryness in my throat. "Very nice, big tits, Ms. Anderson." My palms were sweaty and I was close to a heart attack as I drooled over this young girl's body. "Thank you, Sir," she replied softly. If she wasn't turned on, I was enough for the both of us. "You should be punished," I repeated hoarsely. "Bend over my desk," I ordered. To my amazement, she did as I had ordered. I gawked openly as she walked towards me sitting on the desk, her enormous breasts swaying heavily with each step she took. Her nipples poked obscenely at me, leading the way. She stood next to me, feet shoulder width apart, and placed her palms on my desk. "Yes Sir," she said quietly. There was a huskiness to her voice. She was as aroused as I was. I stood up and moved behind her. My God, her ass was as incredible as her tits! Round, full, perfect spheres with that thin strand of g-string diving, disappearing between those magnificent ass cheeks. I watched as my hand developed a mind and will of its own. I reached out and cupped and squeezed her perfect ass. First one cheek then the other. My cock ached for her and I knew I didn't have much more restraint. With that, I drew my hand back and slapped her bare cheek. "SLAP." The sound reverberated throughout my office and I watched as the flesh of her ass jiggled. She stood there, motionless, staring straight ahead. To my amazement, I heard her say in a deep, hushed, quiet voice, "Thank you, Sir!" I slapped her again, "SLAP," and watched her ass jiggle again. Vivian merely grunted in response. Her breathing quickened and deepened. My hands moved slowly over both cheeks, cupping, squeezing, groping her magnificent ass. "SLAP!", "SLAP!" She responded with first a whimper and then a deep, guttural sound. I leaned forward, my hand kneading her ass, and whispered in her ear, "Oh, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?" She gulped hard and managed to say, "Yes Sir. I'm a dirty, little whore." I couldn't take it any more. My lust for this young girl won out. With one hand I pushed her forward, down, her enormous tits flat against my desk top. I lightly held her down with one hand and undid my belt with the other. Pulling it from my trousers, I took her hand and put it behind her back. I did this same with her other hand. I slowly wrapped my belt around her hands, wrists and forearms, securing them behind her back. In a flash, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I yanked them down and then my boxers, with the large, moist, pre-cum stain on the front. My cock sprang forward, finally free from its constraints. Vivian's perfect ass was sprawled out in front of me as she lay across my desk. Her massive tits pushed out on each side of her body, cushioning her as she lay there, helpless. I slapped her ass again and she instinctively spread her legs wider. I hooked her g-string in my finger from between those magnificent ass cheeks. I placed a hand on each of her cheeks and spread her ass wide. Her pussy lips were swollen and extended, like a clam from its shell. A small trickle of moisture was clearly evident. I was crazy with lust. I grabbed my cock in one hand and guided the head towards her slick opening. I grabbed her restrained hands and pushed my hips forward. Her pussy was soft and warm and wet and tight all at the same time. I groaned loudly. So did Vivian. She breathlessly said, "Please fuck me Sir." I pushed farther, my delirious cock pushing deeper inside her pussy. Deeper and deeper, my cock head brushed up against her pussy walls. She writhed, rolling her hips back against me and my desk as my cock found her g-spot. I could not hold back. I grabbed her hip with one hand, her hands still bound in my other, and began slamming my hard cock in her tight pussy. Faster and harder, my cock pushing deeper and deeper. The sight of my hard cock, sliding in and out, disappearing somewhere between those magnificent ass cheeks was the most glorious sight I had ever seen. Her ass jiggled as I thrust my hips and cock into her again and again. She groaned and grunted with each thrust. I could feel her young, tight pussy squeezing my cock as I fucked her. She lifted her head up, looking straight ahead and breathlessly said, "Thank you Sir." Slowly, a torrent of softly spoken words started filtering through her parted, pouty lips. "Fuck your slut, Sir!", "Please fuck me, Sir!", "Give me your big cock, Sir!", "I want all of your cum, Sir!" That's the one that got me. My balls began to tighten and I could feel my cock stiffening. Her ass jiggled with each thrust and I could hear the slurping sounds coming from her tight, wet pussy as my cock pistoned in and out of her. I pulled back on her belted hands one more time and thrust my cock as far inside her as I could. Suddenly, my balls exploded. Wave after wave of orgasm pounded my senses and I could feel my balls pumping cum into that young girl's pussy with every beat of my heart. She pushed back hard against me, squeezing her inner pussy lips, milking me of every drop of my cum. Then her orgasm hit. She bucked her hips and ass wildly, her hands restrained behind her, lifting her massive chest up off my desk. She groaned as she slid up and down on my cock. A flush of her juices washed over me, splashing my shaft, balls and thighs, and wetting her round ass and the backs of her stocking-clad legs. Slowly, we both regained our breadths. I loosened my grip on her wrists and she slowly lowered herself, chest down, onto my desk. I pulled out of her wet, cum-filled pussy and took a step back. She looked absolutely incredible. Her ass perched lewdly on my desk, supported shakily by those black silk stocking covered legs. Her black heels were more than shoulder width apart and the lips of her used pussy were stretched and hung obscenely out. A small trickle of my cum had escaped with my cock and was now making its way down along her moist, swollen pussy lips toward my desk top. Still facing away from me, I heard her say softly, "Thank you, Sir!" I moved back behind and began unbinding her wrists and hands. My cock cradled softly in the cleavage of her incredible ass, so soft and warm and firm. She felt like heaven and I did not want this encounter to end. I wanted to quickly re-bind her hands and fuck her all over again, but I knew I couldn't keep her too long in my office before someone would notice. So, I pulled my belt from her wrists and she slowly began to pick herself up off my desk. Rubbing her wrists softly, she turned back to face me. Her face was flushed from the fucking we both just did, her glasses sitting barely on the end of her nose. Her massive tits slowly began to reshape back into the mammoth globes that they were, while her nipples remained maddeningly hard. She stood in front of me in that shear, sexy lingerie and it was all I could do from throwing her down and fucking her all over again. My cock was hard as I tried to tuck it inside my pants. She watched my hands working, her eyes glazed as if still lost in a trance. "Do you require anything more from me Sir?" she asked seductively. My God, this young girl was driving me crazy! But I had to show some restraint. Fastening my belt, I replied, "No, you've been a good slut." She smiled broadly and for the first time looked up at me and into my eyes. Behind that dowdy exterior, Vivian Anderson was, dare I say, pretty? This girl obviously had no idea how sexy she was. For whatever reason, I maintained my composure and continued on in my role as stern taskmaster. "Now," I continued, "pick up your things and leave me to my work." I watched as Vivian quickly put on her oversized blouse, jacket and skirt, all the while my cock ached for Round 2. I knew it would come soon enough. She turned and walked towards the door as I sat back down behind my desk. She unlocked the door and before leaving smiled and said, "Thank you Sir." Her smile was big and genuine, like she actually enjoyed this more than I did. I watched as the door closed behind her. I sat in my office, trying to grasp all that had just happened. This young girl had just fulfilled my darkest, deepest life-long desire and it was more incredible than I could have ever imagined. I knew this was only the beginning. I both blessed and cursed that damn website. * Please let me know what you think of this piece.