7 comments/ 246352 views/ 36 favorites Office Play Ch. 01 By: Goldeniangel It's a small office. Three people really. Diana was hired a couple months ago, and she had started noticing that there was something rather odd about her new job. First there was the fact that there was only her boss in the office, and Juan, a rather attractive thirty-year-old Hispanic man who seemed to be around to do anything and everything that she didn't. There was also his abnormally high paycheck. Yes, he did everything and did it well, but it was still more than she'd ever seen a handy-man type person make. Hell, it was more than most paralegal's make at the top of their game. Second, she had no idea what her office actually did... just that Michael (her boss) had offered her an exorbitant amount of money to be his secretary, and that he never seemed short of phone calls or clients. His Rolodex contained some of the biggest names in Washington D.C., she'd already had the nerve-wracking experience of speaking to the Secretary of State in the White House. There was also the women who came in and out of her boss's office... a couple times she'd found panty-hose in his wastebasket (and she'd only been there a week). There were never any noises coming from his office while they were in there, his office was always immaculate, and she'd never seen any evidence other than the panty-hose. Not to mention that all of them women were drop dead gorgeous, and professional, and confident... everything she aspired to one day be (after working her way up from a mere secretary in a 3 person office), yet there was always something about them after they'd left Michael's office. Some kind of glow to their face... a bounce in their step... something in their eyes. She was also developing a huge crush on her boss... Michael... he was tall. 6'3" to her 5'7". Dark black skin, gorgeous deep hazel eyes (who knew where they could have gotten their greenish cast from), shortly cropped hair and broad tapered shoulders. Older than her, she was only 22 and just out of college, he was at least 35. But very strong and athletic. Even under his designer business suits she could sense the sheer power in his body. Imbued with a charisma, he drew her eyes every time he came out of his office and into the main room. She didn't think anything derogatory of the women who went in and out of his office... they never came in again, and their names never showed up again in his calendar... but she was starting to wonder what it would be like to be one of them. Instead of where she was... sitting at her probably overpriced mahogany desk with her desktop computer and phone, greeting Michael every morning and Juan three times a week... and always wondering.... After about three months of working in the office, she took one weekend to go shopping for a new work wardrobe. It didn't occur to her that someone might wonder at the fact that all the skirts she bought were about two or three inches higher than the ones she had been wearing previously. Or that some of the blouses were the next thing to sheer... and the gorgeous thong and bra sets that she bought at Victoria Secret's had nothing to do with her work outfits. They were for her own pleasure only. Expensive undergarments made her feel sexy and confident, and it was just that now she had the money to afford more - a lot more - than she'd ever been able to before. Diane thrilled at the looks she saw Juan giving her under his eyelashes when he came in that week... she knew that her long slim legs looked fantastic in her new business skirts - tighter and shorter than the ones she'd been wearing the week before. Juan was cute, maybe 30, short wavy hair and deep brown eyes. A Brazilian accent wasn't especially exotic, but it was still sexy and intriguing. She considered his regard to be a very high compliment... despite her long legs and curvy figure she'd never been very confident in her body image. Her hazel eyes with their flecks of color, enhanced by the amber highlights in her brown curls, much more striking, so his subtle approval was warmth and support to her ego. She just wished that Michael had noticed. He hadn't said a word. Not even twitched or blinked an eye. All week she was disappointed, he'd just come in as usual, gave his deep basso "Good Morning" and gone into his office. A couple times he'd called her in to ask her to do some filing, and if she wanted to order lunch from the Chinese food place he was calling, but nothing about her new look. By Friday disappointment was rapidly dwindling and she was starting to get frustrated. That weekend she went out again, determined to find something amazing to stun Michael with. Juan had given the male nod to every single outfit he'd seen her in... and he wasn't even there every day! With her new income she could definitely afford just one more outfit. She found it too. Monday morning found Diane modeling nervously in front of her mirror. The dark red of the suit definitely looked great on her... it made her slightly tanned skin glow, and her lips looked pouty and defined with the lipstick that was the same color as her suit. She'd gotten it special, it was supposed to stay on all day and not rub off on anything, and it was the kind of dark red that she'd always associated with movie stars and Hollywood. Her matching shoes were 2 ½ inch stilettos... much more dramatic than her normal flats for business wear... she loved the way they subtly changed her posture and stance, even though walking in them still made her a bit nervous. They made her hips swing seductively when she walked - and her hips did look good with the skirt hugging them so sleekly. Adjusting the jacket nervously over her breasts, she eyed her chest. Her blouse was much more sheer than the ones she'd bought before. A hair less and it'd be completely transparent... although it outlined her new bra very nicely. Demi-cup, so that the tops of her very perky 34D breasts could be clearly seen. Curves had never been a problem for her. Resolutely she squared her shoulders, unbuttoned her blouse one more button so that her cleavage could clearly be seen... and adjusted her jacket back over her chest to help her nerves. Entering the office she passed Juan - who looked like this Monday he was going to be out running errands for Michael again. He gave her the once over and a low whistle, bringing a rush of heat to her cheeks. Holding her head a little higher, and putting a little more swing into her hips, she was out right sauntering the way only a confident and beautiful woman can. Out of all the reactions she'd gotten from Juan, this was the most blatant. There was no way Michael wouldn't notice her now. He didn't. Or at least he didn't say anything when he came in and did his usual good morning... Despite the fact that she was standing when he came in, posing at the window, pretending to be engrossed in opening the blinds... how could he miss her? One of her legs was bent seductively, and she knew that the sheerness of her blouse would be apparent because her jacket was riding up high while she reached above her head... and how could he miss the way her skirt was hugging her hips and ass while she leaned forward?! But there he went, holding his briefcase, in his sexy perfect suit, with his sexy deep voice, into his perfect and immaculate office. Fuck. She irritably readjusted her skirt down, and jacket, buttoned up the button on her blouse and also did up the buttons up the front of her jacket. Then she stalked over to her desk - as best she could in her heels - and sat down and got to work. About 30 minutes before lunch time, Michael called her into his office - probably to find out if she wanted Chinese she figured, and she did so she went. With none of the swaying that had been featured in her early morning performances. As she entered the room she was surprised to find Michael standing by the side of his desk on the phone, he was just hanging up as she came in. Ignoring me still, she thought irritably. Then he turned and looked her square in the eyes. Diane stopped in her tracks, her breath caught in her throat. The look on his face... intensely focused, almost angry, but everything completely in control, had her completely paralyzed. Michael stepped towards her, and she had the immediate urge to move back, but deliberately and stubbornly held her ground. He looked her up and down, the same way Juan had earlier, but his gaze held some kind of contempt in it, as well as a kind of questioning. It brought a different kind of heat to her face - a flush of embarrassment rather than pleasure, and also the flush of sensual tension from having him examining her so closely. No longer able to meet his gaze, her eyes lowered and swept down to the floor. She twitched as he moved again, around her and shutting the door heavily... then she heard the lock click. What?! The word died on her tongue as she spun around to face him and met his gaze again. The focus was back in his eyes, and as he looked at her the vague questioning look on his face resolved into something resembling a man who has been given an answer. She backed away, slowly at first and then more quickly, as he moved towards her, until she ran into his desk. The pace of his step never changed. Looking for escape, her eyes left his face and swept the room. As he stopped in front of her, not more than 6 inches away, she closed her eyes, focusing inward. Her chest was heaving, her lungs were on fire... adrenalin was rushing through her body, making her feel as though she was bursting with energy. It felt as thought her heart was a butterfly in her chest, a panicked butterfly. "Diane." She couldn't look at him, she just couldn't. Opening her eyes again she stared at the floor. At their feet. "Yes sir?" Her voice sounded totally normal, totally under control. But she knew she wasn't. She was like a bird, trapped by a cat, as soon as she could she would fly frantically to freedom. She closed her eyes again. "This... this is an interesting outfit." Oh my God. His finger was touching the collar of her jacket. Her head flew up, eyes locking with his.... And the bird was caught. It felt like his eyes were penetrating every whim, every thought, every wisp of fantasy that was in her head from the past months. She couldn't breathe. And she couldn't handle it. Jerking back from his touch, the back of her things hit his desk and she had to throw her hands back to keep from coming completely off balance. He smiled. White teeth gleaming sharply... both her hands were still on the desk. "A very interesting outfit." The finger returned to her jacket and stroked the collar and down the right side of the front of the jacket, and back up again and onto her blouse... over the swell of her peeking through the front of her shirt. There were tears in her eyes, sparked from tension and anxiety... "What do you want?" her voice wasn't normal anymore, wasn't even close to under control. It was shaking and raspy, she'd forced the words through her too tight throat. "It's not what I want," his incredibly deep voice sent vibrations up and down her spine as his finger continued to play lightly over the top of her breast, "I believe, this is about what you want." His eyes never left hers as he pulled back the right side of her jacket, and ran his fingers completely over the top of her breast revealed by the demi cup of her bra. * * * * * This is the end of part 1, please leave any comments and or constructive criticisms, i would love to know what everyone thinks, and also if there's anything in particular you might like to see in later parts! This is my first submission to Literotica, so any comments at all are appreciated. I plan to make this an ongoing story, because i already have lots of ideas for Diane and Michael. Thanks so much for reading! Office Play Ch. 01 "Ms.Singh?" I hear you call out my name, I look over at you in the direction of your office and notice you leaning against the doorways, enveloped in your arrogance, a smirk on your face. "Come to my office," you demand crooking a finger before turning and heading into the room behind you. I sigh, and shuffle some papers on my desk before getting up and going in. I don't see why you needed the theatrics just then as its only us two in the office tonight -- working overtime on a project that was due the following afternoon. I walk in and see you clicking away on your computer, reclining slightly in your office chair and looking ever the more domineering. You look up from your computer and beckon at me to come over to you. "The shared server is acting up again," you state looking at me while standing up from your chair. I sigh again, before I take the seat. These 'problems' you always have are minor mishaps which you could easily solve. Yet you always make me fix it. I start to get to work, typing away and clicking here and there. Feeling tired and too engrossed in my work, I don't realise you coming up behind me and jump a little at the feel of your fingers at the nape of my neck, playing with the soft curls that found their way out of my tightly pulled bun. I ignore you. I'm not expecting anything from this. You've teased me like this countless of times before and everytime I do act on it, you embarrass me by pulling away and telling me to go back to work. I'm used to your game by now and I'm not about letting myself getting played again. You notice the determined glint in my eyes as I ignore you and keep on typing away. You decide to tease me more just for that, as you place your lips on the crook of my neck and kiss there before biting down and sucking, leaving your mark. You watch as my fingers still over the keyboard and my eyes flutter as a small gasp escapes from my lips. You love the reaction, but what you love more is the defiant little glare I give you from behind my glasses before settling back onto my work. You bend down to my ears as your hands roam over my waist and back, gently skimming over my top and coming to a light rest right on my chest. "You always wear the most revealing little outfits Kitten, be careful you don't go making big bad wolves get the wrong idea." you whisper, before squeezing my tits tightly and pulling at them before letting go, watching my reaction as I jerk forward and give a loud gasp as my hands tightly clutch the desk edge. You bend down and whisper again, "What a lovely little reaction," You run your hands down to my hips and raise my skirt slightly. I turn y head slightly to you and still your hand that's pressed against my thigh. "No," I whisper, wanting it so badly, but not wanting to compromise my pride. "Now Kitten, you made such a lovely little noise just now that I can't help but to be curious as what more you can do with that lovely little mouth of yours," you say as you notice my grip loosening. You take this opportunity to push away my hand and delve yours right under my skirt, pushing it all up and exposing my red lace underwear. I bite my lip as you take your thumb and start rubbing my clit ever so slowly over the thin cloth, teasing me mercilessly. You notice the way my lower body is raised as if silently begging for more, my hips slightly rolling in desire. "Oh, you like that, huh?" you ask, watching me give a little nod as I turn my head away from you. You take your other hand and force my head back to look at what your thumb is doing. "Don't look away Kitten, watch me pleasure you," you order roughly as your thumb quickens it's pace. I keep my head still and watch as you start rubbing my nub faster, making a little moan escape from my lips as I clench the arm handles of the chair. You take that time to stop and a whimper of unhappiness comes out of my lips before I could help it. You smirk at me before you swivel the chair to you, stilling it in front of you with your hands. I give a little squeal, as the chair jerks. You pull the chair into you and lean down right in my face. You see the lust in my eyes but a strong sense of defiance in it as well. You smile before grabbing me by chin and pull me in, forcefully taking my lips with yours. You smile against my lips as you feel my tiny hands wrap around your neck and pull you in more, playing with the hair by the nape of your neck. You reach down, while kissing me and slap my clit. I give a gasp of surprise and jump, still pressed against your lips. You bite on my lip as you slap it again. You then push aside my undies and roughly push your finger into me. "You're not wet enough," you whisper against my lips before you begin to take your finger and start fucking me with it. I place a hand over my mouth, stifling my moans. You get on your knees and pull your fingers out. You grab my thighs and growl as you rest your cheek against my inner thigh, nipping at it. "Let go of your mouth, there's no one here. I want to hear you scream for me alright?" you ask rhetorically while looking up at me before looking back at my clit. It's all pink and swollen and you can see it throbbing slightly as cum drips down my lips. You take your thumb and flick at my swollen clit. I arch my back and gasp as you flick at it again. Smiling up at me, you send me a wink before locking your hands around my thighs and pulling me closer to your face. With a hitched moan, I grab your hair with one hand and throw my other hand back over the chair as I feel your tongue beginning to swirl around my clit. You flick your tongue in and out of me, slowly fucking me with your tongue. "Kitten, you taste so sweet," you whisper against my cunt. I moan louder, taking you by your hair and burying your tongue deeper. You swat away my hand and stand up and domineeringly. You look down at me as you unbutton your shirt and shrug it off. Leaving your tie on. You then reach down and unbuckle your belt. I reach my hands out to help you but you send me a glare and a quick order. "Keep your paws to your side, DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING." I timidly keep my hands at my sides as I watch you hungrily. You unbuckle your belt and undo the button of your pants and unzip it, pulling it down and stepping out of it. You now stand in all your glory, naked in front of me. Your lovely cock at attention right in front of me. "Suck it," you demand as you grab my chin and pull it down, opening my mouth. You take your free hand and rub the pre-cum along your shaft before sticking it in my mouth. You let me grow accustom to it, swirling my tongue around it and allowing me to suck on your cock. After a while you bury your hand in my hair and give it a slight tug, pulling me up and then pushing me down on to the ground, getting on my knees. "Come Kitten, time for you to feed," you state before starting to fuck my throat with your length. I can feel it throbbing and pulsing as my tongue swirls around your cock. I gag on your length but you still keep on fucking me. Moaning and tugging on my hair. "You like Sir's cock don't you? That's right, gag on that shaft, let it fuck your little throat hole," I look up at you and beg you silently for permission. You can tell what I mean and you give a curt nod of your head. Taking that as a yes, I grab your hips and take you in deeper. I feel you massaging my scalp, giving little tugs now and then, making me moan around your cock, in turn making you moan. I hear the door behind us creak, but I'm too much into sucking you off to pay attention. You caress my cheek before saying, " Well Kitten, it looks like there's a new play toy here ready for you," Office Play Ch. 02 "I believe, this is about what you want." His eyes never left hers as he pulled back the right side of her jacket, and ran his fingers completely over the top of her breast revealed by the demi cup of her bra. Shuddering, she rolled her shoulders forward, trying to hide. "No, no, no" he said, and put his hands on her shoulders, under her jacket. "You obviously bought this specially, I believe it should be seen." The jacket was pushed off her shoulders, his hands inside it, touching her arms. "This is what you wanted." Something seemed to shake loose in her, "NO!" she tried to grab his hands with her own, "No! It's not, it's not! I just wanted…. I just wanted…" she couldn't think of what she just wanted. Pleading eyes found his face again. He wasn't smiling any more. "You dress like this" he forced the jacket down so that it was halfway down her arms, her hands were tangled in it. A harsh and judgmental assessment of her upper body, back to her face with contempt, "And you don't want anything? I hardly think so Diane." Her name was like a slap in her face. "This certainly isn't professional business wear." There was no sign of a smile on his face, but she could almost hear one in his voice, as tears of shame stung her eyes. Suddenly, swiftly, he spun her around and forced her to bed over the desk, her arms pulled behind her back still tangled in the jacket. She gasped out her breath as her breasts were flattened against the hard wood of the desk, then his hand came crashing down on her ass and she screamed and tried to kick. Deep chuckle and then pressure, she gasped again as he pressed his body behind hers, bending his body over hers. In between her ass cheeks she could feel his hard dick nestling. As he pulled a ball gag out of his pocket and tucked it into her open frantic mouth, high pitched mewlings were all that escaped her as he fastened it around her head. Then he pulled a few lengths of rope from another pocket and laid them next to her head, which she turned to see what he was doing. She began struggling even more, frantic and unsure… despite the fact that she had no idea what was going on there wasn't even a small part of her that was frightened of Michael… although she was seriously frightened of what might happen. And the more frightened she got, the wetter she could feel her pussy getting. Diane had always had fantasies when she was little of being kidnapped and tied up by pirates, taken prisoner. A princess captured by an evil duke… or a gorgeous peasant taken into a sultan's harem. This was a modern day equivalent to the helpless prisoner that she had always played in her dreams. She had never been so turned on in her life. The first rope was wrapped securely around her wrists, in a figure eight, and then her arms were forced up and her wrists tied to her upper arms. Before she could even think of a quick defense he had her right leg stretched out and was tying it to the right leg of his desk. The thought of trying to kick him again was extremely unattractive, and besides, she was now completely off-balance for it to have any force anyway. In fact, she couldn't think of anyway out of this situation… and did she really want to? The left leg… and now Diane's legs were spread to their limit. There was a slight strain in her thigh muscles, and her skirt had ridden up to her waist. A chuckle behind her brought another flush of heat up to her face, "Well, well, well. And even under the clothes we have to dress the part of a slut." Michael observed, sliding a finger under the back of her lacy white thong and then snapping it. Shuddering, she tried to say something, anything around the ball gag, and his hand came crashing down on her ass again. Tears leaked from her eyes and she squealed. More chuckling. "I think this is the best position I've ever seen you in, although that posing you were doing in front of the window this morning was very nice also". Tremors were running through her as his fingers lightly traced over her exposed ass cheeks - why couldn't she have had more common sense and worn pantyhose today instead of stockings? - and then he walked around in front of her and sat in his chair to study her face. Shame and embarrassment washed over her, as he closely studied her face. Pleading filled her eyes, and he tipped his fingers under her chin and pulled her face up. "Are you going to be a good girl?" he asked. Nodding, her heart was filled with every intention of being a perfect girl and never, ever wearing anything like this again. A flash of white in his dark face, a smile of benign magnificence. Relief flooded her, until he stood up and unzipped his pants. Wide-eyed, there was no choice but to watch as he pulled his dick out of his boxers. Even flaccid it was obvious that it was going to be bigger than any she'd ever seen before, both longer and thicker, and it wasn‘t helped by the fact that all of his pubic hair was shaved. Not that she'd seen that many dicks before and all of them had had their pubic hair, three of her ex-boyfriends, but they had all been much smaller when they weren't hard. She wondered what his would look like hard, although she had the distinct feeling that she wouldn't be left wondering for very long. The ball-gag was undone from behind her head, immediately she started begging, "Please, please, I'll be good, I'm sorry, I won't ever dress like this again…" a finger to her lips stopped her mid-ramble as he chuckled again. "On the contrary dear," he raised his eyebrow at her, "You will be dressing like this quite often from now on I think. Now, be a very good girl and open wide." Hesitation gave way when he tugged hard on the back of her hair, using her French knot for a handle, and her mouth opened submissively. As soon as his dick entered her soft, inviting mouth it started to get bigger, within minutes it was much bigger. More chuckles at the sight of her face, "It's 10 inches dear, and you're going to have to do a lot better than that to get all of it in." ALL of it?? panic. There was no way all of that was going to fit into her mouth, she'd barely gotten her last boyfriend's all the way in when he'd requested and he was only 7" at the most. Struggling got her no where, and he started pressing deeper and deeper against her tonsils, started cutting off her breath. "Don't even think of biting down." A cautionary slap was administered to her ass, not as hard as the earlier hits had been, but still enough to cause the thought that had started percolating in the back of her mind to immediately cease and desist. It was easier when she realized that he was giving her enough time to breathe through her nose whenever he pulled back, and she started to relax and get into it more. A slight groan from him as he slipped more and more of his dick down her throat. Diane was flushed with pleasure, and heat, she was doing it. She was pleasing him, and she was helpless and vulnerable and totally out of control. It was better than any of the fantasies she'd ever dreamed up. If only she could rub her legs together, or something, her pussy juices were leaking all over the white thong and she could even touch herself. Almost as if he had sensed her thought, Michael started leaning forward, pushing himself even farther into her mouth, and also giving him the opportunity to start lightly drawing his fingers over her ass and the tops of her thighs. Every part of her was quivering, and her mouth opened even wider as she moaned around his dick - causing him to shudder a little too as the vibrations sent pleasant sensations up and down his member. He pushed a little harder in and out of her mouth, a little more roughly, and began treating her bottom more roughly too. Fingers pinched at her ass, and dug in between her cheeks, leaving red imprints in their wake. Her ass was moving to the rhythm of his thrusts, wishing that he would pay attention to her aching pussy. Now that the thong was being pulled away from her body she could feel her juices starting to leak down her thighs, and the shame that she felt at being turned on in such a situation just served to turn her on even more. She wondered at the sight she made. A sweet, charming 22 year old, dressed up in slutty business clothes, and now tied over a desk with her skirt around her waist, her boss' huge black dick in her perfectly lip-sticked mouth, hair escaped from any semblance of order and his large black hands digging into her ass. Then all thinking ceased, because a finger was starting to trace up and down inside her thong along her pussy lips. The gyrations of her ass became more rapid, as she tried desperately to get him to press harder, to go inside her. Then, his fingers now wet with her juices, he moved a couple of them up to her asshole as his other hand pulled harder on her ass cheeks. She froze. The one time she had let a boyfriend go anywhere near her ass she had freaked out before he'd even managed to get all of his finger inside it. It was uncomfortable, painful, and dirty. Trying it had been a concession for his birthday, and one that had not worked out. Now there was no way to stop it. The fingers played around the outside of her ass hole, and she prayed that Michael wouldn't take it any farther. Suddenly, all her concentration was taken up by the very rough thrusts of his dick into her mouth, very rapid and very deep. Then two of his fingers quickly plunged into her pussy, and another into her ass causing her to scream around his dick, at the same time he thrust his body forward and held it. Cum spurted out of the tip, straight down her throat - there was no choice, she had to swallow as spurt after spurt gushed out. Finally, it was over, he withdrew his fingers from her ass and pussy, straightened up and looked down at her. Like a good slut, her mouth still held his dick. He stroked her sweaty curls and pulled his dick from her mouth. A small mew escaped her when it left, then she immediately fell silent again, just looking at him. Waiting for the next move. Michael pulled his chair back up to the desk, and sat with his hands steepled in front of him. "Well. I believe that is what you wanted?" He smiled at her. Silence as heat rose in her face, rather than replying she just stared at him until he started chuckling again. Another moment and she broke, "Please." a whisper. Raised eyebrows were all the answer she got, so she cleared her sore and battered throat, "Please… I need to come". All pride was gone with that plea. But she needed to cum. Through everything, even now, her pussy was wet, and it was aching now with the need to cum. Since she couldn't reach it, she had to ask. To beg. And she would beg more if need be. Her thong was soaked, her mouth and throat sore, squashed breasts with hard nipples pushing into his desk, and the taste of him on her tongue. She had never needed to cum so badly in her life, so she almost cried when he started chuckling again and shook his head. "No, no dear. Not yet. Not today. Not from me at least." That awful grin. If it hadn't been a part of him she would despise that grin right now. "You'll go home, take the afternoon off. Make sure you're on time tomorrow though." Another look over her immobilized body, "Wear something like this again. That will do for now." He untied her, and as she attempted to straighten herself out he was already back at his desk and working. A few moments standing in front of the desk, staring at him, and she finally turned to go. Just before she closed the door she looked back. He wasn't looking at her so she turned and left, closing the door behind her. When she got home she masturbated to orgasm. Four times in a row. That night she had to masturbate once more before she could get to sleep… but it didn't stop the need between her legs. Just abated it a bit, but without any of the raw excitement, and without any of the total fulfillment that she desperately desired. ----------------------------- Thanks for reading! and again, please let me know what you think! =) Office Play Ch. 03 Surprisingly, to Diane at least, the rest of the week at work went on pretty much as usual. The new outfits she had purchased were the only ones she wore, Juan checked her out every day that she was there, and for the most part Michael ignored her. At first she had been very surprised by his apparent lack of interest in her, but every so often he would do something little that would send her mind rushing back to that day on his desk. A couple times he came up behind her while she was at the copy machine and pushed his groin into her ass, once he had called her into his office and just sat there looking at her for a few minutes before dismissing her again (by the time he had let her go she was bright red and desperately wondering what was going to happen), and a couple other times he had taken the casual liberty of feeling her breast through her blouse while she sat typing. But for her aching pussy, there was nothing. The biggest difference was that she spent every night masturbating before going to bed, and her level of sexual tension was the highest it had ever been. A few times she'd even gone into the restroom during her lunch break to get off because she couldn't wait till she got home. None of her orgasms gave her the relief she was looking for though. Although adept at getting herself off, her own orgasms were almost never as good as they were with a partner - and compared to the high level of pleasure that would have been possible that day on the desk, she was feeling woefully inadequate. The mere presence of Michael in the room with her got her wet, she was always glad when he was safely immured in his office when the door was closed. More work got done. The next week she was starting to feel like maybe her performance the week before had been disappointing for him and that she would never find her satisfaction. Little known to her, Michael was quite enjoying the torment he was putting her through. He'd always had security cameras all over the office, and watching Diane rub her legs together under her skirts until she got desperate enough to go to the bathroom to relieve her tension was enticing, her actual performances in the bathroom were entrancing, and he wasn't ready to give in to her need yet. Soon though, very soon. Still, no reason to totally deny himself while dancing her on a string. Diane was anxious when she was called into his office yet again that Thursday. Standing in front of his desk while he examined her, she wondered if it was going to be a repeat of last time where she would be dismissed without either of them saying a word. That would mean another trip to the bathroom for her, who knew what it meant for him. Finally, he snapped his fingers and gestured to a spot next to his chair. Immediately, she moved. Once in position he examined her again, agonizingly slow. Just being this close to him was causing her pussy to start leaking, and there were images of last week flashing through her mind. "Take off your jacket." That incredibly sexy deep voice breaking the silence. Fingers flashed to the buttons, undoing them and shedding the offensive article of clothing. Standing only in a sheer white blouse with her red bra clearly visible through it, she could feel her nipples hardening as his gaze raked her chest. Bright white teeth... such a beautiful smile she thought. "The shirt." Shivers, slight hesitation... last week had been easier when he'd done everything for her. But if this was what she had to do to get her orgasm, she would do it. Strip, beg, plead, anything he wanted, if he'd only fill her pussy with the beautiful dick that had filled her mouth and throat. Trembling with anticipation, she removed the shirt. Hard nipples were clearly poking out from her breasts, begging for attention... he reached up his hand and gently rubbed each, causing them to stand further at attention while Diane arched her chest forward and panted for breath. Smiling, smiling, "The bra." And it was gone. Proud 34D's, perky even without their support, topped with puckered cherry nipples. Now Michael reached up both his hands, sliding them up her slim waist and curving out to cup the undersides of her breasts. Breathe was coming raggedly as he roughly crushed them in his palms. Minutes were spent rolling the heavy globes between his hands, stroking lightly circles inward but never quite touching her nipples. He palmed her nipples, pushing harshly onto her whole breasts, and squeezing hard, mashing them together. Finally he grabbed one in each hand and pulled her forward and down until she was straddling her lap. Then, eyes level with hers and staring deeply, he crushed each delicate nub between his fingertips. A wordless cry, moaning, back arched towards the ceiling, the pain felt soooo good after the length of teasing. He pulled harshly on them, causing more moans, more pain, more pleasure. Parted legs over his lap, the spread causing her pussy lips to gape around her thong - which was already soaked - and her breasts were turning pink with the rough treatment they were receiving. Glazed eyes stared into deep brown ones as short breaths caused Diane's tortured breasts to heave. Finally her gaze turned downward, to the hands that were playing with her body... the sight was astounding. His very large hands covered her breasts completely, and the color contrast between her slightly tanned skin and his dark black skin was so striking that she couldn't look away. Large black sausage sized fingers plucked at her tender nipples, which were becoming more sensitive every second. Watching them crush the tender buds she was amazed at how malleable her breasts were, how much they could be crushed. And how much pleasure it sent coursing straight down to her eager pussy. She could also see the bulge straining underneath his pants, and she could feel both her mouth and her pussy getting wetter at the sight. Then his fingers closed roughly on her nipples again, causing her to gasp, and using her nipples he pulled her down off his lap until she was kneeling in front of him. "Unzip me". Again, hesitation. If she did this, there would be no way to deny complicity in her situation, this time she was not incapacitated and she did have some control. The sudden harsh slap to her right breast motivated her though, and small white hands unzipped his pants and pulled out the very hard and very heavy black dick. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, and was about to lower her head when he said "Stop." Startled she pulled back, and watched as he opened a drawer to the left of her head and pulled out a very familiar piece of rope. Smiling, he pulled her forward so that her head was resting on his thigh, breath warmly sliding over his dick, and he tied her hands together then to her arms in the same configuration as the week before. Leaning back in his chair he looked down at the sweet and beautiful face next to his dick before giving his next command. "Suck." The command was almost unnecessary, she was so eager to have some part of him inside any part of her. Her lips slid tightly over the head, tongue licking and probing the small slit at its tip. A long deep sigh escaped him as her mouth continued it's slow voyage down the shaft, velvety soft confines for such a hard tool. Although she tried to get her mouth all the way down, like she had the week before, on her own it seemed impossible; so instead she just began working her mouth up and down as much of his dick as she could. The going got easier the longer she was doing it, hampered though she was by her bound hands, it made it hotter for her - and the view was spectacular for him. Her brunette head was bobbing eagerly, red lips sliding pleasantly over his dick, and with her hands behind her back her pinkened breasts with their angry red nipples were thrust forward and rubbing against his legs and chair. Unable to resist the temptation he reached down and started mauling her breasts again as she enthusiastically sucked him. With something almost like amusement he started using her breasts and nipples as leverage to make her move as slowly or as quickly as he liked, and he started pulling her farther and farther towards him, forcing her to choose between choking down more of his dick or feeling steadily increasing pain in her breasts. Glancing at his clock he realized it was almost time for him to get back to work, although he had allotted himself a certain amount of time to enjoy her today he couldn't let himself fall behind on work either; so he reached up to her hair and undid it from the elegant knot in the back of her hands. Then, winding his large hands through her curls, he began forcing her mouth further and further onto his dick, until she was consistently taking its entire length down her throat again with his help. He could feel the cum starting to rise, and reached down with his left hand to crush her breast while his right drove her mouth home and he thrust his groin up. Tears sprang to her eyes at the pain in her breast, but very quickly she was too busy swallowing the cum flowing down her throat to think too much about it. In this position it felt like his dick was even farther down her throat then when she had been bent over the desk, he could feel all her throat muscles pulsing around his dick as he released his load down her throat. Heavenly. He smiled down at the beautiful and eager little cocksucker who was still sucking and softly licking despite the fact that the dick in her mouth was slowly diminishing in size. Although when she had first began working for him he had wondered if she might be the type to enjoy his style of sex, he hadn't expected her to turn out to be such a wonderful find. Fingers slipped down to pinch each of her nipples hard, and then used them to tug her off his dick. Even though she looked up at him, pleadingly, on her knees in her begging position, she didn't even bother to ask the question that she had last week. It was as though she already knew that asking wouldn't make any difference, everything was up to him now. He smiled. Soon, soon. When her arms were untied he smiled at her again, "Under the desk little girl". She sighed and moved under, resigned to another night of masturbating before going to sleep. When he moved his chair up to his desk she immediately took his dick in her mouth, her hands cupping his balls and stroking his thighs. Twice more that afternoon she sucked him to completion, a few times he reached under to play with her breasts some more, although not as harshly as he had earlier. By the time the day was over she felt a little sick, she'd never swallowed so much cum in such a short period of time, but part of her was very content. Before getting dressed, Michael had had her straddle his lap again and had taken each of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and then nipping each one. That night when she masturbated she turned her own breasts pinker than he had. She fell asleep slightly more satisfied than she had the night before. ************** Friday passed as normal, then the weekend, and back to work on Monday. Diane was starting to feel like a dog in heat. Passing men on the street would send thoughts of sex into her head, any man, and sometimes she was tempted to just bring home a random stranger, just so she could get laid. But she had a feeling that the intensity, the tension, none of it would be there, and she would be no more satisfied than she was after masturbating. So instead she waited. Waited for Michael. There was more small play in the office. One time Juan came in while Michael had his hands down her shirt as he stood behind her while she typed, she thought she would die of embarrassment but Juan just grinned knowingly at her while her faced turned bright red. While Juan moved about the office getting his work done Michael played extra roughly with her breasts. She just kept her head down, unwilling to see Juan looking at them from the corner of her eye, Michael was obviously letting Juan get glimpses into her shirt. It was even more shameful having Juan knowing, although now she was sure that she knew why he was paid so highly. Since that first Monday there were no more women coming into the office to visit Michael, and she was relieved. There was no way she'd be able to stand wondering just what was going on in his office when she had been in there twice herself. Wondering if they were taking his wonderful cock into their pussies. Wondering if he got them off. Apparently having a regular woman in the office that he could play with at his every whim meant that he didn't need the flow of women anymore... or something anyway. She didn't know what, and she didn't really care as long as they weren't coming. Nighttime now saw her on erotic stories and picture sights, and every night the sites were getting more and more kinky and perverted. She was considering doing things that she would have never thought possible, if only Michael would fuck her, if only he'd get her off. The sites with pictures of interracial couples were what really got her going. The memory of seeing Michael's dark hands on her light body was enough to make her start creaming. On Wednesday afternoon he finally called her into his office again. This time, rather than playing the staring game, he was standing next to a new piece of furniture. A desk, similar to his own, but a bit shorter in length, set up perpendicular to his own desk, forming a 90 degree angle. The only thing on it was a small pillow. His grin was brighter than the sun at midday and more evil than Machiavelli. "Come here little girl." When she was standing directly in front of him he reached behind her head to undo her hair, as it tumbled around her shoulders he tangled his hand in the back of it and pulled her forward for their first actual kiss. Her hands flew up to his broad chest, feeling the muscles under it, his other hand reached around to the small of her back and pulled her in. Next to his broad, powerful frame she felt small, helpless, a tiny kitten against the lion pride leader. As she clung to him, he deepened the kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue. A small whimper escaped her. When he finally released her she was shaking, and she stood there submissively as he slowly began taking off her clothes. First her jacket and her blouse, then he undid her skirt and let it drop to the ground. She stood there in her matching bra and thong, with her panties and heels, shivering with tension. Lightly stroking along her body, he slowly worked his way around to removing her bra, and then her underwear, leaving her in just her stockings and heels. It was the first time he had ever fully exposed her to him, and she felt vulnerable in a whole new way. For the first time in days, she also felt hopeful that maybe now would be the time. "Get on the table", it was cool and smooth under her ass cheeks. Michael pushed her down so that she was laying lengthwise, the pillow under her head. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out the ball-gag, which she didn't even fight, then he tied her wrists together and lifted them over her head and tied them to the desk. Two more lengths of rope were used to tie her ankles to her thighs and then to each side of the desk. Full exposed, her breasts jutting outwards, pussy and ass gaping between her spread thighs she made a beautiful sight. Michael pulled out another small pillow and moved down so that he was looking between her spread legs and let out a low whistle. "Beautiful." Smiling, she smiled back, through the gag, pleased that the sight was pleasing to him. She was full of hope, brimming with it. The small pillow was placed under her ass, lifting it very slightly so that both her holes were exposed to the world. Soft warm breath blew on them enticingly as Michael leaned in close, her whole body quivered with anticipation. Then Michael opened another drawer and started bringing out a whole bunch of things, which she couldn't quite see because he placed them on his down desk. One large black hand reached out and started playing with her nipple, pinching and pulling. When both her nipples were hard he brought the first of his toys into her line of sight, clamps that looked like tweezers, three of them on a delicate Y shaped chain. Eyes wide open at the sight of this fearsome object, she tried to object through the gag, and even tried to wiggle a bit to move away, which earned her a sharp slap on her exposed and open pussy. As nice as it was to have him finally touch her pussy again it hurt a lot too, enough that she immediately stopped struggling. The clamps were placed on each of her nipples, and he tightened them until each of her cherry colored buds were in a firm, and slightly painful grip, then he moved down between her legs, laying the third clamp on her shaved mound (just as he had asked her to do the week before), and leaving her no doubt as to where that third clamp would go. Pussy juices were already dripping down her crack onto the pillow, as Michael leaned down between her legs again he could inhale the sweet scent of her. She shivered as the first touch of his tongue traced her outer pussy lips, tantalizing her. It then moved inwards, slowly, finally he actually began to lick into her hole. After so many days of only getting attention from herself it was heaven. Wonderfully, he moved his tongue up and flicked her clit with it, running his tongue all around it and tugging at it with his teeth. Then he stood again and grinned at her as he attached the third clamp securely to her clit. Sure it hurt, but it felt so good too, she was grinding her hips, trying to get him to touch her some more, making mewling noises through her gag. He chuckled at her movements and went back to the objects on his desk. A minute later he was back between her legs with three objects, he held up the KY jelly for her to see, along with a strange bullet looking object with a wide base, which she had never seen its like before. It wasn't hard to get the idea though as he spread KY jelly all over it, and then used his finger to spread it around her asshole, finally spearing her ass with his coated finger. She objected strongly, trying to clamp down on his finger as it pushed its way in, making negative sounds through her gag, praying that he was just toying with her. Vain hope, as soon as he felt she was sufficiently lubricated he used one hand to hold down her pelvis while he began slowly working the toy up her ass. Stretching, he worked the toy in and out, loosening her hole, it hurt but it felt somewhat pleasant in a strange way too. Finally she decided to just accept the inevitable... after all, just the night before she had been thinking that she would do anything if he would just fuck her, hadn't she? And the toy was really only maybe an inch around at its base, that would be so bad would it? If this was what she had to do, then so be it. When the plug finally popped fully into her ass she felt full and bloated, it was snug, and even though she pushed experimentally to see if she could get it to pop out, there was no way she would be able to force herself to make her own ass wide enough to get it out. Also, that might make Michael angry, and she didn't want to do that right now either. Not with him between her legs like that. Finally he inserted the last object into her pussy, it was cool and hard, and not very large, then it started to vibrate. He'd inserted a vibrating egg, she knew because she had one at home. It was always good for foreplay, just enough to titillate her, but never enough that she could get off. Then, as the toy in her ass came to life, she jumped. Michael smiled at her, and moved to his desk where he started to work again. Time passed, she didn't know how much because she couldn't see a clock. All her attention was focused on the toys in her, the slight ache in her breasts, the heavy ache in her pussy and clit, and the fullness of her ass. Every part of her was straining towards the final rush of orgasm, but no matter how close she got, it always stayed just out of reach. There just wasn't enough stimulation from the egg, even though the clamp had her clit in a firm grip it definitely wasn't enough to finish her off. Little did she know but she was starting to become very distracting to Michael, with her moanings and gasps which were muffled by the ballgag but still not totally silent, the slight sheen of sweat over her body, and the slowly overpowering smell of her pussy filling the room. He left her there for only about 15 minutes before he finished his brief, and rolled his chair over so that he was sitting directly next to her stomach. Office Play Ch. 03 Swiftly, the clamps were pulled from her nipples and clit, causing her to writhe and scream behind the gag. Pain spiked though the small organs and blood rushed back in, pain and the feeling of an impending orgasm... she felt as though he would just touch her clit she would burst. Instead, fingers tweaked her nipples, causing more writhing and moaning as the highly-sensitized buds were fondled, her hips were gyrating on the table. The egg in her pussy buzzed happily, and she had finally totally adjusted to the butt plug, which was now giving her a pleasantly full sensation. Michael stood and walked around between her legs, only one thought filled her mind: PLEASE! Every part of her body quivered to have him ravish her, to fill her up, to finally take her as his own. Instead, she felt his hand around her asshole, and then the butt plug began moving back and forth in her ass, almost leaving it and then pushing firmly back in. More moaning and gasping, more trembling, as she felt her ass stretch and contract. The constant movement in her ass was becoming pleasant enough that she felt she could even be satisfied if he would just shove his dick into her ass. While she had never really entertained serious thoughts of anal, mostly due to the failure of her first experiment with an ex boyfriend where even his finger caused too much pain, right now she would be willing to take him wherever he wanted if only he would let her cum afterwards. Michael leaned over her, his crotch only a few inches away from hers, and she strained desperately to connect the two, to get close enough to rub herself off on his pants. Instead he kept just enough distance from the crotches to bring her close to tears, as he sucked one cherry nipple into his mouth. In felt like heat was spreading over her whole body, one huge black hand gripped her white breast, kneading the softness, pinching the nipple; her other nipple was sucked into his mouth, being rolled by his tongue and pinched between his teeth. The butt plug in her ass never stopped moving. Despite the lack of contact with her pussy, Diane could feel herself nearing some kind of completion, but just as she reached the brink of no return, Michael pulled himself up off her breasts and roughly yanked the butt plug from her ass. The sudden pain brought her back down to earth and she hovered just out of reach of completion as he used one finger to hook the egg out of her pussy. All feelings of fullness vanished and tears finally started leaking from her eyes as she understood that today it was still not going to happen, again. Michael untied the ropes around her legs and arms and handed her the pile of her clothes, which she grabbed and then rushed out the door. Too horny to make it to the bathroom she leaned on the back of his door and furiously began pinching her breasts and rubbing her clit, desperately she inserted two fingers into her pussy and even managed to get one into her ass. She came. Writhing against his door, completely naked in the main office, breasts tenderized and her ass burning, she came hard. It wasn't until she finally came off her high peak and was removing her fingers from her pussy and ass that she realized she was still wearing the ball gag. Humiliation swept over her as she realized exactly where she was, not even enough self control to make it to the bathroom. As she straightened and began to remove the gag, his office door opened behind her and she whirled around guiltily. That blinding smile. "Tomorrow evening, you'll be going home with me. You'll be spending the weekend. You don't need to pack anything." The door shut. She stared at it. Wondering and hopeful again. Office Play Ch. 04 Friday went by so slowly, all of Diane's thoughts were on the upcoming weekend. Distracted and horny was how she spent the entire day. Michael continued with his occasional touches, making her wince a few times because her nipples were still sore from the clips on them. Also from the amount of attention she now gave them every night when she masturbated, but despite the slight discomfort when he touched them, everything just made her wetter and hornier. Twice that day she went to the bathroom to get the edge off a little. That afternoon, while she was standing at the copier he came up behind her and ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, causing her to arch in surprise. The hem of her skirt was slowly lifted up to her waist, and then he ran his fingers around the tops of her stockings up to her thong, sliding one hand into the front of her panties, he used to other to knead and work her ass cheek. She moaned as one large finger pushed its way into her pussy, stretching it. Teeth sank lightly into her neck, making her moan again and buck her hips against his hands. When his finger was completely coated in her juices he pulled it out of her and pushed it into her mouth, obligingly she sucked it clean, although she winced a little at the taste of herself. Finally he moved away and she was left leaning on the copy machine, her skirt still tucked up exposing her ass and thong. A small movement in the doorway caught her attention, and to her shame and horror Juan was standing there watching her pant for breath. She didn't know how long he had been standing there... had he seen her and Michael? Tugging the skirt back down she grabbed her papers and quickly brushed past him with her head down, unwilling to look at him. The rest of the work day was spent in hard contemplation of everything she needed to get done, anything in order to avoid Juan's laughing eyes. Finally Juan left at 4pm, and an hour later Michael came out of his office, nervously she stood up and grabbed her bag. He smiled at her, "Come on. We've got a lot to do this weekend." More chuckling. The walk down to the garage wasn't too bad, they small talked of things around the office, a few times his hand caressed her round ass cheeks. When they got to his car he put her briefcase and her bag in the backseat. "Bend over the trunk of the car." Slight hesitation, but she knew better than to really pause. With her heels she was just the right height to bend over the trunk at an almost 90 degree angle. Again there were touches around her thighs, pulling her skirt up over her hips. A moment later he wasn't touching her anymore, but she could hear him taking something from his pocket, she tried to turn her head to look and was rewarded with a sharp admonitory slap to her left ass cheek. She stopped trying to look. The thong was pulled out of her ass crack, and then a nudge at her asshole, pressure as the small butt plug was slowly pressed into her ass. Rather than working it in and out like before, it was just long slow pressure pressing it forward until all of it finally popped in her ass. It hurt more that way, and when it was finally all the way in she let out a sigh of relief. Trepidation filled her as he opened the car door and she realized she was going to have to ride home with it plugging her ass. The first part of the ride wasn't too bad, although Michael deliberately drove over the two speed bumps in the parking lot very quickly, causing the butt plug to push more deeply into her ass as she bounced in the seat. She squirmed and tried to keep the discomfort out of her voice as he asked her questions about herself, questions which she answered as best she could with the distraction bouncing in her ass; after awhile she began to get comfortable enough to ask her own questions of him. Surprisingly, none of his mystique was gone now that she knew of his entirely normal lifestyle. A half an hour car ride and they pulled up to a gorgeous stone house, hidden by a mile long driveway out in the woods. There were no nearby houses. Not the size of a mansion, the grounds were obviously enormous and well-kept. Entering the foyer she was faced with a beautiful marble staircase, the hall to the kitchen in front of her, a dining room to her left and the living room to her right. Everything was spacious, with tall ceilings and cream walls; the furniture was modest and simple elegance. Michael cooked dinner, she cleaned the dishes, they drank some wine. All of it seemed somewhat surreal as the butt plug pressed into her ass, reminding her of why she was there. Then, finally, he escorted her upstairs and even removed the butt plug so that she could go to the bathroom. After such a long time with it in her ass it was a relief, but also almost missed the full feeling it had given her. Exiting the bathroom she found herself looking at a slightly changed room, there was now a pile of three pillows on the center of his bed, with another spaced towards the headboard, lengths of ropes with soft cuffs on the end at each bedpost and the nightstand was covered with various objects - some she recognized and some she didn't. Moments later she was wrapped up in his arms, his lips bruising hers with their force; she moaned against his mouth as his hands slowly began undressing her. First her jacket fell to the floor, and tremors swept her as the heat from his body seemed to engulf her. Moving his kisses down her neck, suckling, his fingers nimbly unbuttoned her blouse, until it followed her jacket to the floor. The cold air combined with her extreme arousal made her nipples jump sharply even through her bra, enough of her brain remained working to realize that she was panting with her head held back as this man who controlled her every movement was kneeling in front of her. Her skirt fell, and then he slowly rolled down each of her stockings, following each inch of her exposed flesh with a kiss. By the time he worked his way back up her right thigh she was panting and gripping his shoulders for support. Licking his tongue around her stomach and belly button, his strong hands worked their way up her sides and undid her bra; his hands remained high, tweaking her nipples, before a swift slide down exposing her entire body to him. Michael was still fully dressed. Standing, he swept her up like a romance novel cover, and then placed her belly down on the bed, with the pile of pillows in the middle just under her hips. Each arm and leg was then attached to a bedpost until she was spread eagled, her head resting on the last pillow. A small ballgag was inserted into her mouth, and then he began slowly stroking his fingers up and down her body, making her shiver. There was a pause when nothing was touching her, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Michael pick up a long stick with some feathers at the end of it. The light brushes from it caused a lot of mewlings to emerge from behind her gag; the feathers traveled from left ankle up to her left shoulder, and then down her right shoulder to her right ankle. Inside her upper thighs was the worst, tantalizing and soft, she was burning for a firmer touch. When the soft light touch left, Diane found herself wishing she hadn't wished it gone so soon. THWACK! She tried to scream behind the gag as Michael unexpectedly spanked her ass. THWACK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! Tears were streaming down her face as he turned her ass pink with his dark hand. Writhing and pleading behind her gag, he finally slowed the blows and ran his hand gently over her ass, she could feel his weight on the bed as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "That was for showing off your ass to Juan." Another small slap made her jump, "This is my ass now." his touch turned more caressing, "And you will only do with it what I want you to." A small chuckle, "That being said, you didn't know, so you won't be punished anymore tonight." Sighs as he slipped his hand down her ass and began to toy with her pussy, sliding his fingers around its outer edges and even dipping it into her hole. Surprised, she realized that despite the pain from the spanking, her pussy was still dripping - in fact the heat in her ass was making her even more turned on. Then Michael left her side, and she could hear his clothes falling to the floor, Diane strained to see him. When he finally untied her and turned her over, she gloried in the sight of his naked body over her, watching his every movement as he swept the pillows to the floor and laid her on her back, attaching her arms to the bedposts. Watched his amazing chest and shoulders as he tied her legs to the same posts her arms were tied to, spreading her legs wide open and leaving her pussy completely exposed to him. The harsh contrast of his large black body to her white skin was beautiful, but most of her attention was concentrated on his large hard dick, the huge black tool that was rubbing enticingly along her thigh, so close to her very open pink pussy. Once her legs were secured Michael moved down, cupping her ass in his hands, rubbing his dick along the length of her pussy, while his lips traveled from her neck to her breasts. His mouth nipped and bit her nipple, one hand moved from her ass up to her other breast, pulling and squeezing. Moving her pussy against his dick, wishing it was inside her, she moaned and tried to push her breasts further into his hand and mouth; finally he pulled back and rubbed the head of his dick around the entrance to her pussy. Pleading around her gag, Diane wished that she wasn't so securely immobilized; given the chance she would jump on his dick, uncaring that it was the biggest thing she'd ever have inside her pussy, she wanted it all in and she wanted it now. Which made her feel desperately abandoned when he suddenly left her spread legs, and stood contemplating the nightstand. After a few moments he was back between her legs, but his dick still wasn't in her pussy, instead he was lubing a butt plug which he then inserted into her ass, grinning at her facial expressions as it moved in. Slightly larger than the one which had previously occupied the area, it felt much bigger. The minor difference in size made a huge difference in feeling, as she tried to scoot up the bed away from the intense pressure Michael gripped one of her nipples and used it to leverage her down more. Finally, with fire burning her ass and her nipple, the butt plug popped completely into place. Michael placed each of his hands on a breast and began kneading and plucking at them, then he moved his hands down to her hips and teased her pussy with the head of his dick again. When he finally began pushing into her pussy it was as though a baseball bat was being pushed into her. The long weeks without sex made it feel as though she was a virgin again, although without the hymen; she was tight, fitted like a glove. The pressure on Michael's dick as he slowly explored this new territory was exquisite. Every nerve ending seemed afire as Diane's pussy was slowly pierced, looking down she could watch his amazing black dick moving into her body. Despite the amount of lubrication her pussy had provided it was still slow going, just because of the size of his member. As he entered parts of her that had never had anything in them, she felt ready to cum just from finally having his dick in her. It hurt, a little, to be stretched so, but it was such a wonderful and pleasurable hurt. As he slowly began to move in and out, almost to the tip and then back in, pressing his crotch against her, she felt like every part of her was on fire. Open and vulnerable, she moaned against the gag and he began moving quickly against her splayed legs, pushing harder and deeper, one of his hands traveled behind her back and flipped a switch on the butt plug, causing it to come to life in her ass. Both of them moaned then, at the pleasant sensations it caused. Diane had never felt so full in her life, the plug was humming merrily away in her ass, combined with the biggest dick she'd ever had in her pussy. Seconds later she was cumming, reaching higher and higher levels of ecstasy as his dick continued to plunge in and out of her pussy; wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, the fulfillment of previous weeks foreplay. Without pause the huge dick slamming into her continued pumping, until finally it almost became painful, a sensory overload, and she began struggling against her ties, and her whimperings from behind the ballgag went from orgasmic to pleading. One hand slipped from behind her ass to her clit, rubbing it harshly and pinching and tweaking; tears began streaming down her face, despite the pain it was causing, it was also driving her to another, harsher orgasm. Straining and writhing, she wondered how Michael could keep going with such rhythm, her whole body felt as if it was on fire. Suddenly, the hand that had still been occupying her clit moved back and pushed the butt plug in firmly as he leaned forward into her, his dick the deepest into her pussy that it had gotten and leaned his lips into her ear, "Next weekend I'm fucking your ass.". The combination of his words, the pressure in her ass, his dick deep in her pussy, and crushing of her clit, Diane came again. Through the haziness of pain and ecstasy, she could feel Michael's dick swelling inside her and releasing spurt after spurt of cum. His whole body was tensed against her, pulling her recklessly hard onto him, pushing his dick relentlessly into her. It felt as though her whole pussy was being split apart, she could feel every pulse of his dick in her as her quivering pussy milked him dry. With a final sigh, all of his body weight centered on her pussy, Michael spent a moment just laying between Diane's splayed thighs before reaching up and releasing her legs and arms. Still with his softening dick inside her, he lifted her exhausted body up and softly kissed her lips, "Good girl." She smiled at him, through her tears, and then gasped as he slowly lifted her off of him, even just the feel of his dick leaving her body caused a shock of feeling to her pussy. Contentedly she was wrapped in his arms as they feel asleep, feeling safe, secure, and utterly fulfilled. Saturday morning, when she woke up, Diane realized that she felt the best she had in her life. Even though she was sore all over, muscles and nether regions, wrapped in Michael's large black arms she felt wonderful; safe, finally fulfilled, and she wondered if this was really what she had been looking for all her life, this kind of control loss where everything was up to him. Maybe this was the kind of thing the feminist movement was supposed to be against, but really, who cares? If anything, the feminist movement was really supposed to be about women choosing for themselves what they wanted, and if what she wanted was a little different from what most of those women had probably thought, well weren't her. Smiling, slim white fingers stroked up and down the heavily muscled arms, she again admired the contrast of their skin colors, and also the power that the arms holding her had. Nuzzling back into his body, she realized his dick was morning hard and instinctively tried to pull away, sure that she was way too sore to try that this morning. Instead, she ended up whimpering as those arms she had just been admiring tightened around her, her silent lover began by running his hands gently up and down her body. Although it made her wince a little, the light touch was also very soothing. Strong hands gently ran through her hair and kneaded her breasts, because of their position she couldn't really touch him, instead she ran one hand up and down one of his thighs, trying to reach his dick with her hand, but he was pushed too closely into her ass. Rather than pursuing the matter Diane raised her arms back and entwined them behind his head, leaving her body completely open to his touch. As he began sliding his dick up and down her ass crack, he also slid one hand down to her thighs, teasing and tantalizing around her pussy, despite its soreness she could feel herself getting wet. Very gently he ran his fingers around her pussy, sliding one finger in between her pussy lips, stirring her juices. She began moaning, and clutching her fingers to his head, moving slowly against the hard body behind her. Lips nuzzled the back of her neck while his hands rubbed and sent pleasant tingles up and down her spine. After so long of having rough play with Michael it was new and sexy to have him playing so gently with her body, the gentle caressing of her breasts and nipples was starting to heat her up, and the finger gently pushing into her pussy was so lubricated that it barely hurt despite the soreness. Just the act of willingly holding her hands in a position that left her open turned her on, she was more than complying, she was an active participant in the slow seduction of her body. Stretching her muscles like a cat with his hands stoking her heat felt wonderful after the lack of movement available to her the night before. Even the slight pain from her sore pussy and breasts really just made her more turned on, brought thoughts of last night running through her head, and she was starting to feel like pain was as much of a turn on as anything else. Finally he shifted his body weight and his dick slipped out of her ass crack and started rubbing gently over her pussy, coating the head in her juices. With each stroke she pushed back slightly, until the head finally nudged its way into her hole... she winced. Even with all Michael's careful preparation it hurt, immediately he stopped pushing his dick and just started working it slowly in and out the amount that it had already gone, still softly stroking around it with his fingers and caressing her nipples. Then, slowly, he began working more and more of his dick in and out of her pussy, she felt as though she must be even tighter than she had been the night before, just because of the soreness of her pussy. His slow steady strokes, combined with the tantalizing caresses of his hands was causing her to writhe against him, she tried to move her hands away from him, to reach down and touch herself, and maybe even feel his dick moving in and out of her pussy. Immediately, although without losing a stroke, one large hand was wrapped around her wrists and he held them above her head, the other hand still stroking her body. The thrusts started coming harder and faster, his fingers playing more quickly across her clit. Faster than she would have thought, considering the discomfort, she could feel her climax building. Having him hold her hands above her head took away any control she had again, and his dick was pushing further and rougher into her pussy, taking her breath away with the pain and the pleasure. As he slammed his dick into her, reaching his own climax, his large fingers pinched her clit, and she came, for the first time able to cry out her pleasure and his name without the ballgag inhibiting her moans. His hand held her lower body securely against his as he pumped cum into her, making slight movements with his hips and dick that caused her to twitch and shiver. Then it was over, and he was pulling out again, leaving her feeling empty, but wonderful still. The morning meant a shower, where they took turns gently washing each other, and then breakfast. Throughout which Diane relaxed in one of Michael's very comfortable - and very large - terry clothe robes, as did he. Everything in the morning was relaxing, they watched the morning news, talked, and then he led her back to the bedroom before lunch where he spoiled her with an all over body massage. Obviously he was aware of the stress he had put her body through, and that her muscles were all very sore. Having him work over her body with oils in a nonsexual way was in and of itself a bit of a turn on... however, she certainly wasn't up for initiating sex. Not knowing when the mood might strike him again she wanted to get the most amount of rest beforehand, letting her body recover. If she started something, who knows when her poor, sore body parts might get a break. And the massage was wonderful in and of itself. Office Play Ch. 04 That afternoon featured a simple lunch on his back porch, and then some time spent in his Jacuzzi - naked of course. Still no sex yet, but he was constantly playing with her body, touching and massaging and teasing... and she was finally getting to explore his. In the Jacuzzi he let her take control for a bit, and she got to kiss and nuzzle and feel all over, and finally got to hold his very hard dick in her hands, rubbing its length up and down while he moaned. Before he could get around to cumming though, he led her out of the Jacuzzi and they watched a porn in his den. For the first time she was able to use her hands to touch his things, balls and dick while giving him a blow-job. It was a treat to be able touch him with her hands, to be able to move away from his dick and suck his nipples into her mouth... a trick which revealed he was very sensitive there. He just sat back and relaxed, idly playing with her breasts while she crawled all over him exploring. Eventually she took his dick back into her mouth again, pleased that he had let her have such a free reign with his own body - however without ever letting her forget who was in control. At any moments notice he could just grab her and everything would be back on his playing board again, the illusion that she was in control for awhile was very sexy, especially knowing that it was an illusion. She cupped his balls in her hands while sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, using her fingers to gently tickle that spot between his ass and his balls; she enjoyed the groaning noises he emitted, and the feel of his hands running through her hair, playing with it. Pushing her mouth farther and farther down his shaft she almost managed to get it all in, past her gag reflex and down her throat, only two inches to go and she'd have all of his dick in her throat, and would have done it all on her own. However, for all her valiant efforts she couldn't get more than those 8 inches in by herself, as Michael got closer to climax the hands in her hair became a little rougher, moving her head back and forth faster than she would have on her own. For a few moments she tried to slow the pace down a little, wanting to tease him, but the effort was soon abandoned; she was no match for the powerful hands woven throughout her hair. Very quickly her mouth was engulfing all of his dick, with the help of his thrusts, her hands were on his thighs, bracing herself. The pace quickened more and more until his hands pushed her head firmly into his crotch, her lips around the very base of his dick while the shaft began pulsing in her throat. His hands tightened around her hair as he came in her throat, cum sliding down into her belly, her small hands were massaging has balls as he came, adding to the intensity of the feeling. Just before she could start to panic from lack of air he released her hair and she was able to pull back and breathe, all the while keeping his dick in her mouth and making small sucklings as it softened. Watching him as she attended to the matter at hand, she felt pleasure wash over her as he looked down and smiled at her, gently stroking her hair back into place. That night they had Chinese for dinner, and then he told her he had something he wanted her to watch. When he turned on the TV she blushed with humiliation, it was herself, in the bathroom at work, masturbating. He laughed at her expression when she realized what she was watching, then he took her over his lap and began spanking her - not too hard - while using one hand to hold her head up so that she had to watch herself on the television. Day after day played by, all the while he was steadily spanking her ass. At first it hadn't hurt that much, but even though he never increased the intensity of the blows, the continuity started to make her ass turn pink, and she began to wiggle in his lap, trying to get away from the admonishing hand. Slap... Slap... Slap... After what seemed like hours, the tape finally came to its finale, the video of her masturbating in front of his office door... when the tape finally whirred its finish, both sets of Diane's cheeks were bright pink. Michael pulled her up so that she was sitting on his lap, "I believe we won't be doing that again?" he asked. She shook her head emphatically, not trusting her voice. One hand reached down between her legs and slid fingers around the wetness that had dripped out during the spanking, "This is mine." two fingers slid roughly into her pussy, "And this is mine." Another finger slid into her ass, making her arch and wince, "And you won't touch them anymore unless I tell you to." Nodding frantically, Diane bucked her hips, trying to get more from the fingers which were teasing her. A beautific smile down at her thrusting body, "Time to go upstairs." Michael flipped her over his shoulder, causing her to squeal, and began moving up the stairs, giving her ass a quick slap every couple of steps. On arrival in the bedroom, Michael tossed her down onto the bed, causing her pinkened ass to bounce painfully, she yelped. He smiled and lay on the bed next to her, "Here" with a chuckle, "I'd like to see you do some of the work." A hesitant look, uncertainty, and then she jumped forward, eager to continue her explorations in the bedroom. With mouth and fingers, she traversed his body, finding the parts that made him moan. Laying her body completely on top of his, and spreading out her arms and legs, she was amused to see the size difference between them. It was intoxicating to watch her small light hands stroking the muscles of his dark body, reveling in the kinky hair she encountered on his chest, legs and head. Leaning down for a kiss, his arms finally started to wrap around her, pulling her body in close to his, her breasts flattening out on his heavily muscled chest, and her legs spreading over his hips. Pulling back and positioning her body over his dick, she began the very slow descent. It was much harder to work his dick in by herself, trying to force herself down despite the soreness she was still encountering. As she worked the head into her sore pussy, hands on his chest for balance, his hands were behind his head, watching her with a bemused expression on his face. There was the distinct feeling that he was getting a lot of amusement out of her grimaces and continued efforts. After working the first few inches in, it wasn't as hard, and she began slowly sliding her body up and down his dick, teasing herself with the hard shaft. Pleasure filled eyes blinked at the man who was watching her ride his pole, the expression on his face almost made it possible to believe that he was an outside observer, just watching her pleasure herself rather than participating in the act. And in a way, he wasn't participating, it was almost as though she was masturbating, it was just that the dick in her happened to be attached to a man. The thought made her even wetter, and she began sliding more quickly, moaning as she kneaded his chest muscles with her hands, faster and faster she slid, and she began adding in a little rubbing motion every time she bottomed out, rubbing her clit against his groin. Riding up and down, she pushed the big tool in and out of her, forgetting herself, she began to rub and caress her own breasts, pinching her nipples. With her head thrown back, her breasts thrust out and pinched, and the enticing swing of her hips as she rode him, it was an erotic display that Michael enjoyed immensely. Riding out to orgasm, Diane started crying out his name. As her orgasm caused her pussy to flex and pulse around his dick, Michael grabbed her by her hips and quickly turned her over onto her back, without ever leaving her spasming pussy. When she was on her back, still crying out and moaning her completion, he began pumping his hips, spearing her over and over again with his dick, she screamed her pleasure as the renewed motion sent her on a higher wave of orgasm, and her whispered her name in her hair as he drove home for his own finish. Panting, he lay down on top of her, and they fell asleep, with his large body practically covering hers completely. Sometime that night, Michael rolled away, and Diane awoke with his movement; she rolled over herself, putting her arm around his waist and snuggling close. It was just as intimate as the night before when they had slept in the exact opposite position. In the morning, Michael seemed to know that she was much too sore to continue any activities involving insertion. Instead, after breakfast, he gently laid her down on the kitchen table and began to lick and fondle her, and finally began to eat her out. It came as no surprise, to her anyway, that he was the most skilled man she'd ever had eating her. Michael enjoyed eating her out, watching her arch and shiver at his tongue's touch. His soft tongue seemed to sooth away all the soreness that had been compiled and endured over the weekend. When she finally came, it was gently and wonderful for all that. Afterwards, he sent her home, reminding her that she was not to touch herself unless he directed it so... it didn't matter. Soaking in the bathtub that night she recognized that she was much too sore to think of doing that to herself. Even if the thought of him doing it to her made her get a little wet. That night she went to bed content, and wondering what the next week would bring. Office Play Ch. 05 Monday morning, Michael's greeting included a caress of Diane's very sore breast, he smiled at her when she winced but didn't voice a complaint. "Come see me in my office in a few minutes." she nodded, finished what she was doing and came in. More smiling at her obvious trepidation, "Don't worry beautiful, I knew you wouldn't be up to anything too strong today, I just want to start getting something ready for this weekend." His smile became a grin, "Come over and bend over the desk." Apparently the empty desk which she had been tied to last week was going to be a permanent fixture in his office, Diane bent over carefully, leaving her ass positioned high in the air. Deftly, experienced hands flipped her skirt up, a lubricated butt plug was slowly pushed into place. It hurt, but because her ass wasn't as sore as the rest of her, things definitely weren't as bad as they could have been… and after reflecting on things for a moment, she decided that the preparation before this weekend wouldn't be bad at all. Getting his dick into her pussy had been pretty difficult in and of itself, trying to work it into her much smaller hole without anything leading up to it wasn't an attractive thought. Once the butt plug was securely in place she was dismissed from her office to go back to work. However, work wasn't exactly easy today. Everything distracted her, the soreness in muscles, the fullness (and discomfort from sitting on the butt plug) in her ass, the constant knowing looks she was getting from Juan, or Michael's occasional forays in and out of his office. Tuesday passed in pretty much the same way, both days she did much less work than she normally got done. At the end of the day on Tuesday Michael warned her that she needed to get her performance back together, and took her over his knee for 10 warning spanks (and say that next time it would be 20) just to make his words stick. Wednesday morning she came in determined to do better… however, along with the butt plug, Michael slipped a dildo into her pussy as well during what had become almost a morning ritual. Apparently, he wasn't going to make it easy for her to bring her performance back up… after several days of almost no sexual activity she was feeling very horny, and not in the least bit sore. Still, she was determined not to give him an excuse to spank her at the end of the day. Despite the distractions, she worked much better all morning. After lunch time Diane was confident in her abilities to make up for the work that she hadn't gotten done the two previous days, unfortunately, she didn't know that Michael was planning on a rougher weekend for her. The work he'd given her for the week wasn't really all that important (not that she was aware of that) because he wanted her to fall behind. Last weekend had been an introduction to the pleasure, this weekend would be an introduction more to the punishments that she could expect whenever she couldn't meet standards. He'd become quite attached to her over the past weeks, but if she was going to become his only submissive - something he hadn't had in 8 years - she was going to have to be trained. So this weekend would introduce her to some of what she could expect when she failed him. About 15 minutes after lunch, Diane was working harder than usual - determined to catch up - when the dildo in her pussy came alive. She jumped at the unexpected vibrations and then bit her lip in pleasure. About five minutes later the dildo abruptly stopped and she realized that she had been just sitting there, doing nothing while it buzzed. It occurred to her that this was a ploy of Michael's to see that she had not finished all her work at the end of the day. Furiously, she began working again, and when the plug in her ass started buzzing 10 minutes later she tried to work through it. When it went off again, she had to re-do a lot of the work that she had just tried to do. Gritting her teeth she worked through the afternoon, and through the buzzing. Only one other time did she get distracted… about an hour before the end of the day Juan came into the main room and began working on something at his desk. It wasn't all that unusual, although he was only there about once every couple of weeks. A couple minutes after he sat down to work both her ass and pussy started buzzing, but it was on a much lower vibration that it had been all day. It wouldn't have been as distracting except that she was now worried that Juan would notice something was going on. Every couple of minutes the vibrations kicked up to a higher level, causing her to wiggle in her seat. Juan was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, she bit her lip and stopped wiggling. A few minutes later it was a short moan that caused him to look at her, when the vibrations finally kicked up to their highest level she stopped even noticing that he was watching, and clutched her seat and clenched her teeth to keep the noise level down while she came. She panted as she came back down to earth, and moaned again as she realized she only had 15 minutes left to finish her work. Thankfully, no more interruptions came. The amount of work done was more than it had been either of the previous days, but still not as good as it should have been. Sighing with resignation, she entered Michael's office. Even though he'd engineered the reason she hadn't gotten all her work done, she was sure that he wouldn't care to hear that as an excuse. Twenty spanks that day, with the warning that if she didn't improve, not only would she get thirty tomorrow, but she'd have to finish all the work on Friday or else this weekend would be used as an example to her of why she needed to get her work done promptly. On her way out the door he also reminded her that she was not to play with herself. That night was pure torture, finally totally recovered from the last weekend, she was dying to touch herself. Instead she took a cold shower and watched a Schindler's List. It definitely killed her sex drive for the night. Thursday was torture. It was just her and Michael in the office, which meant much less embarrassment from being watched by Juan, but it also meant that she was craving even more attention from Michael. Especially because Michael had added something new today, rather than just putting in her butt plug and dildo, he'd undressed her completely, and tied a soft silken rope around her, with knots going straight down her back and front and several encircling her body. One loosely around her neck, one above and below her breasts, and one across her hips. The end of the rope went through her pussy lips and ass cheeks, knotted above her clit and pressing it tightly. Her clothes were back on over all of it, but she was acutely aware of what was hidden beneath. All day, whenever she sat or moved, there was rough pressure on her clit from the knot, it rubbed her… it barely mattered if one of the vibrators went off, she was distracted already. Three orgasms that day. Three orgasms, thirty spanks, and the announcement that Friday night she would be punished for her poor performance… of course she still had the opportunity to keep Saturday pleasant if she finished her work tomorrow. Right, she gritted her teeth, the vast opportunity. Not only would Juan be working tomorrow, she was sure that Michael would find some reason for Juan to stay in the office. And although she certainly couldn't think of anything else Michael could possibly put on her body to distract her, that was no reason to feel assured that he wouldn't be able to think of anything to do to her. That night was torture, wanting to touch herself. On the other hand, she wasn't totally sure that somehow Michael wouldn't be able to tell. Constantly reminding herself that the orgasms she'd had while playing with herself had just made things worse helped her a little bit. Wondering what kind of punishment he had in mind for this weekend didn't. To take her mind off things she began touching her ass with her own fingers, wondering how she was ever going to fit something as big as his dick into that small hole, even though she'd adjusted to the butt plugs, he had kept all of them thinner at the base than his dick was, and they weren't nearly as long. Two of her fingers fit in easily though, which was encouraging. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad… She ended up being up for half the night perusing porn sights online. Looking at girls pushing impossibly sized dildos and "monster cocks" up their asses meant that she should probably be able to get Michael's dick in hers. After all, he was big, but he wasn't that big compared to what she was looking at right now, it might hurt, but at least she know that he wasn't trying something impossible. Then came the bondage and bdsm sights. There were definitely things she had never considered - although she did see some pictures of the kind of rope bondage Michael had put her in. It apparently came from Japan. The rows and rows of toys she found for sale made her a little nervous, both about Friday and the upcoming weekend. Who knew what kind of stock Michael had, just the toys she had already become acquainted with put her collection to shame - all she had was a dildo, a vibrator and some massage oils. At 2am she realized that she needed to get sleep, especially if she was going to make up for the work lost. Being in bed didn't necessarily help though, she tossed and turned for at least an hour. Imagination could be such a dangerous thing. Friday was torture. Juan was in the office, and took plenty of opportunities to look her over and smirk. Michael had taken her jacket in the morning, and all she had was her very sheer (and unfortunately one of her tighter) blouses, underneath which was the rope, tied in the same way. The rope at least wasn't clearly visible, but Michael had also removed her bra and attached two nipple clamps, which meant that her nipples were poking through. He did tell her that she needed to take rotate having them on or off every 20 minutes (jokingly, "I don't want any real damage done of course, not with such the kind of weekend that I anticipate."), but she wasn't allowed to go to the bathroom to do it. Instead, every twenty minutes Juan got a free view of her reaching into her blouse to clip or unclip her own nipples. The clamps weren't tight at all, really just a steady pressure, but by the afternoon it also meant that she was rubbing her breasts every time she took them off, because even with the light pressure her nipples were getting sore. Gritting her teeth, she hoped Juan enjoyed the show. Surprisingly, Michael hadn't turned the vibrators on too often. Maybe he was just busy. Or maybe he knew that he didn't really need to, she was having to waste time moving the clamps, plus the fact that her nipples became more and more distracting every minute. In the afternoon, that changed some. The vibrators turned on for a couple very long periods of time, but in very low settings. Always enough that she could at least hide her arousal from Juan, even if it distracted her mentally. By four o'clock the situation was hopeless. There was only an hour left, and there was no way she was going to finish in time. The vibrators had been on for 45 minutes and she was starting to sweat with her need for release. Michael walked into the room, circled her desk and began looking over the work that had been done and the work that still needed to be done. Slow smile at her pleading face. "You can't finish this in time," he stated. She shook her head. "Then this weekend, you're going to have to be punished." Startled look at Michael, surprised that he would speak so freely in front of Juan… who apparently didn't see anything out of the ordinary. He was watching them with an almost expressionless face. Diane looked back at Michael, unsettled. Michael grinned. "Kneel." Slowly, mortified humiliation, she knelt. Hands were tied behind her back, and the sheer blouse pushed down her shoulders, leaving her breasts exposed - they didn't have the clamps on but her nipples were still hard from her arousal. Diane closed her eyes to Juan's hot stare. "Open your eyes." Pleading filled them as she stared up at Michael. He had unzipped his pants and his semi-hard dick was in front of her. Resignation… and submission. Diane opened her mouth and engulfed his dick, sucking slowly, teasing with her tongue as it grew. Feeling Juan's eyes watch her every move. As his dick filled her mouth he began moving back and forth, hands deftly releasing her hair so his fingers could entangle themselves in her curls. Everything was moving much more quickly than she was used to, he was already starting to pump in and out of her throat. "I'll start our weekend now." Pumping, "You see, I used to have girls in and out of the office all the time. Wives or girlfriends of friends and their acquaintances who needed a little discipline, and Juan here was very helpful with that. I'm sure you noticed the women who used to come in here… since you've proved to be so willing to replace them for me, I haven't had them coming in. You've been such a good girl, except for this week, but that's to be expected. I just have some questions which you need to answer." Big eyes stared up at him, full of her own questions. "Do you want to continue to replace them? Continue on as we've begun?" Frantic nodding, although she would have shouted her yes if her mouth hadn't been full. There was nothing that she wanted more. Everything she had been through with him had been more wonderful then she would have ever thought, and it filled something in her that had always been empty. Some part of her desires which he had touched and filled. In some way, she needed it, everything he could give her. "We'll go over the details at home, but for now, will you obey me absolutely? Be mine in every way? Let me be your guidance and train you to be the submissive I want?" After all her research the night before there was no way she could have misunderstood his meaning. More nodding. The images she had seen and words she had read the night before had filled her with a kind of yearning. "Good girl." Last plunge down her throat, holding her head tight against his crotch as he spilled his load. Gulping eagerly, she again became aware of Juan's intense gaze. It made her uncomfortable, but after all, she had just agreed to do whatever Michael wanted, and apparently he wanted Juan to be able to watch. The hold on her head lessened and she gently tongued the softening dick in her mouth… and froze in shock at Michael's next words. "Now it's Juan's turn darling. After all, he misses helping me out in the office, and he got all of his work done today." Reluctantly, not wanting to believe what she had just heard, she looked up at Michael as he pulled away. He just stared back at her as Juan got into position in front of her. "Treat him as you would me, he deserves it." A pat on Juan's back as he released his already hard dick. It wasn't as long as Michael's, only about 7 inches, but it was the thickest she'd ever seen. Easily as thick as the monster ones she'd seen on her computer the night before. Tentatively she flicked out her tongue, and began running it over his head while he moaned. Lubricating it with her spit, tonguing as much of the shaft as she could, she finally started working it into her mouth. Her jaw ached with the effort of being held so wide, and it wasn't helped by the fact that she couldn't use her hands. Slowly, his dick slid in and out of her mouth, as she got more accustomed to the girth of it. Michael watched as she did her best to follow his order, wanting to please him by sucking the dick of a man she worked with but didn't really know that well. Juan was enjoying finally having the beauty on her knees before him. Michael had promised, after that first day with Diane, that if she turned out to be everything he hoped for, that Juan would be able to help him just as he had with the other women. He reached down to finally feel her creamy breasts, playing with the bright cherry nipples. As he pushed more of his dick down her throat he could feel her muscles playing over it. He knew he was thick, but that just meant that everything felt tighter… he couldn't wait until Michael let him at her ass. The feeling of his dick finally being lodged in her mouth, and the thought of pushing it into her tight ass caused him to cum more quickly that he had wanted to. Gripping her boobs firmly in his hands he pumped his cum into her mouth. He smiled at Michael and left, as agreed upon before, content with the day's work. Diane remained on her knees, slightly nauseous. It wasn't that she didn't have some attraction to Juan, but she barely knew him… and she'd just swallowed his cum, just because Michael had told her to. And not only that, but just following the order, doing something that she hadn't wanted to do… had made her wet. But looking at Michael, she felt content again. He was smiling at her, pleased. That didn't diminish her punishment though. They went down to his car, her as she was: hair undone, blouse around her waist and wrists, breasts hanging free on either side of the bondage rope, and wrists tied together behind her back. On the way home they passed by an 18-wheeler, and Michael slowed to its speed so that the trucker could get a good look at her exposed state. She blushed and held her head down - until Michael turned on both her vibrators at full blast, causing her to orgasm after a day of being teased. The trucker got quite a show of her spasming and heaving in the seat until her orgasm quieted. As they pulled away he appreciatively pulled the horn. ______________________ i have understood from previous submissions that people like to have a climatic ending to each part of the story, I like how this one ends with a little bit of suspense, waiting for the weekend, but I am submitting part 6 at the same time as I am this one for those who are less patient =) I hope you enjoyed, and please, don't hesitate to leave comments or suggestions for me! Thanks! Office Play Ch. 06 Diane was tied over a horse in Michael's basement, sweating. Completely naked, the horse was wide enough to support her whole weight, and long enough that she could rest her head on it; just at Michael's hip height, her groin was on the very edge of the end. Both legs and hands were tied to it and her breasts felt squashed flat, but at least he'd taken off the bondage rope. Michael had left her awhile ago, but there was plenty for her to look at. Before leaving her down there he'd told her to get a good look around while she could, since later she probably would have her attention on other things. On the walls there were whips and paddles, riding crops, ticklers, and lengths of rope. There were shelves with various dildos, probes, butt plugs, and other items that she could see were there but couldn't make out what they were. Other than the horse she was tied on, there was also a large wooden frame, a hook in the ceiling with a chain hanging down from it, some kind of harness or swing, and another structure. It was about the same height and length as the horse she was on, but was much thinner, and the top part of it was like a triangle, but smooth and rounded instead of pointed. She had no idea what it was for, and wondered if maybe it didn't have anything to do with her. Although, that seemed unlikely with just about everything else in the room obviously being for her. She squirmed uncomfortably, wondering how long it would be before Michael came back. At least he'd let her go to the bathroom before tying her up, but the more time he left her to think, the more she imagined what he might do to her. And the hornier she got, and also the more nervous and anxious. He'd taken out the dildos, but really that just made her feel empty, and in some ways more uncomfortable because she'd gotten so use to the feeling of being full, her mouth was full though. A new kind of gag had been placed in her mouth, it was shaped like a small penis and was about 3" long, covering her tongue but without making her gag. Thoughts turned round in her head. When they had first come home, Michael had had her fill out a sheet he had which listed activities, and she had to answer either yes or no, he said it had been to establish their limits. Fortunately, she'd found out that he had no taste for certain deviant acts either, and some things were to be used only for punishment (not very consoling when she knew this weekend was mostly going to be about paying for her transgressions during the week.). Still, the list had held a few surprises for her, and she was curious to see how everything would be implemented. She was also unsure of her bravery in saying yes to things like being whipped and cropped, now that she had time to contemplate the actual instruments. But she hadn't wanted him to be disappointed in her, so she'd said yes to everything that she thought she could at least handle, even if she might not necessarily enjoy it. Finally (it was actually only about 20 minutes, but to Diane it felt like at least an hour) Michael returned, wearing nothing but a black silk robe that hung down to his knees, rippling around him as he walked. Diane hummed her pleasure at the sight of him, but quickly lost her happy feeling as he looked at her and then reached up to take down a paddle from the wall. "So. Today, you did not catch up on your work. All week you have worked at a much lower rate than you needed to. This weekend is going to be about you learning that when I tell you to do something, you will do it, even if you are distracted. Maybe, if you are very very good, then on Sunday I will have a treat for you." Diane vowed to herself that she would be good... whatever that entailed. Not just for the promised treat, but also because she didn't want him to decide that maybe she wasn't worth having around. To disappoint him would be terrible. WHACK! The paddle hit her ass. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She jerked as it covered the entire area of her ass, it hurt more than she'd thought it would, but she felt that she was bearing up bravely. Having a spanking at the end of each day at work had probably helped. After 35 hits with the paddle she had started screaming behind her gag, even though the beating was being spread out over her whole ass, each hit was really starting to smart. By the time he reached the end - 50 - it felt as though her ass was on fire, and there were tears streaming down her face. A smooth hand caressed her burning ass, and he chuckled, "You should see the color of your ass, a nice cherry red. And that was just the paddle, your spanking for today's lack of effort." One finger slipped down to stir her pussy juices, and she realized that the hard spanking had made her very wet. While his fingers began to violate her pussy, his other hand began to alternatively caress and lightly slap her reddened ass, the combination of pain and pleasure making her gasp, twitch and moan. Then she stiffened as the fingers in her pussy began transferring some of her pussy juices to her ass, rimming it with wetness. More chuckles at her discomfort. "If I were you, I'd try to loosen up a little. Since you were so bad this week, I decided that you'll be doing without extra lubrication for you ass, so you might want to be more enthusiastic about what you do get." Fear at the thought of having him try to shove that huge dick up her ass dry - and certainty that he meant what he said - made her try to relax her ass hole. Still, it clenched and unclenched as he slowly pushed one large finger, as she tried both to expel the invader and to allow its entrance. Her hole had already shrunk back to its normal size after he had taken the butt plug out - not that the butt plugs had ever been all that big. Compared to the ones up on the shelves, the ones he had used on her had been pretty small. Two fingers, both coated in her juices, pushed up her smaller hold, twisting and turning inside of her; she spasmed around them, and wiggled, trying to relieve the pressure on her poor asshole. Then he pulled both out, and she could hear the robe slip to the floor beside them, feel him moving behind her; she tensed as she anticipated the assault on her second hole. Instead, he pushed swiftly into her pussy, feeling its tightness pulse around his dick at the unexpected invasion. A few quick strokes to completely coat his dick in her juices and he pulled out and began pushing lightly against her ass hole. With his hands on her hips to hold her, he began the slow push forward, barely nudging in and then pulling away, before nudging forward again, slightly more this time. She could feel her ass opening and closing, then it felt like one long push, and her ass burned as the head popped in, and her ass closed around it. Arching her back and biting down hard on the rubber penis in her mouth, she tried to deal with the pain. It hurt more than she thought it would, after all the stretching his fingers and the butt plugs had done... she felt spread wider, and more full than ever, and he only had the head in. Slowly, agonizingly, he began sawing his dick back and forth, each time pushing another half inch in, even though she started becoming accustomed to the girth, the new length filling her would make her wiggle and squeal each time. It was as though he was drawing out the pain and discomfort for as long as possible. Finally, his hips were against her ass, she was panting for breath behind the gag, feeling stuffed and overly full. Suddenly Michael rested his full weight on her, driving his dick even further into her ass and making her gasp for breath. He rubbed his body slightly against hers, making her wince as he rubbed reddened ass flesh and his dick bounced against her insides. Her ass tightened and relaxed around his dick, spasmodically, the addition of his weight on her making the sensations even more pronounced. Luxuriating in the tightness of her ass and the knowledge of her discomfort, he finally lifted himself up off her, to begin the steady plundering of her formally virgin hole. For Diane, it was all new pain as he began to move back and forth in her ass, the heat and friction causing her insides to burn, and even though she was wetter then ever, there was nothing to allow her to cum. Everything seemed to be taking forever, the steady pumping in her ass, accented with the pleasurable burning in her pussy... Diane's head was filled with images of what his dick must look like, shoved into that impossibly small hole, stretching it open ruthlessly and using it for pleasure. She arched her back and clenched her ass muscles, trying to make herself tighter to give him more pleasure, and was rewarded with a gasp and tremor from him. It also hurt her though, and she couldn't keep it up for very long, but every couple of minutes she would clench again, and feel his shaft push its burning path down her ass. After awhile, she couldn't even do that, and she wondered desperately when Michael was going to cum. Her asshole felt raw, and the rough squeezes he was giving her ass cheeks just made them continue to hurt and twitch, despite the blowjob she'd given him at the end of the office day, he should still need to cum soon. She hoped. Finally, when she was just laying submissively, not fighting, not participating, just feeling the rawness of her ass and wishing that she'd gotten her work done despite distractions so that this could have been much more pleasant... finally he pushed into her hard and laid his weight back down on her. It felt huge inside her, longer and wider, and she clenched hard in surprise at the sudden thrust. His dick exploded in her bowls, pulsing and pushing, she could actually feel every spurt of cum that washed into her poor dry asshole, both burning raw nerves and soothing with its wetness. When every last drop had been deposited in her ass, Michael finally pulled himself up and his dick left her ass with a pop. She breathed a sigh of relief that it was finally over. Untied, he carried her upstairs to the bathroom while he fixed dinner. Much amusement was had at her expense when she had to sit down to eat, his chairs were not overly padded and sitting for so long hurt terribly. For dessert, she gave him a blowjob, long and slow, trying to be as seductive as possible. He just smiled and told her that because she'd been such a bad girl all week that there was no hope of an orgasm tonight, or tomorrow. On Sunday perhaps, if she was good all weekend... no matter how cute or seductive she was before then. That night he tied her arms above her had - to keep her from playing with herself during the night, he said - and played idly with her breasts before falling asleep, one hand still covering her chest. Diane was awake for much longer after her fell asleep, trying to rub her legs together without moving enough to wake him. Finally, exhausted, she fell asleep without her orgasm. Early the next morning Diane woke before Michael did, wincing at the soreness of her ass. Much to her regret, as soon as Michael got up he spread some lube on his morning wood and assaulted her ass once again, smiling as he did so, "No orgasm till tomorrow... and I don't think you could help yourself right now if I fucked you properly." He was probably right... but it hurt. It was almost as though her ass had shrunk to half its size, just because it was so sore - and maybe it head, the rim felt swollen. Still, after her lust-filled dreams it was almost a relief to have something filling her, and after the pain she almost started to get some real pleasure from it. They were on their sides in a spooning type position, and he spread one of her legs high in the air, giving him easy access between spread ass cheeks. Just the feeling of him pumping in and out of her slick asshole began to build something in her, a kind of ecstasy in the fullness of her ass. But before she could really explore these new sensations he was pushing hard into her, making her gasp as he came. Upon later reflection she decided that the lubrication must made the difference. Afterwards he let her fall back asleep, while he got up to make "preparations". She was sure that with her arousal, the discomfort her ass was feeling, and wondering what he had in store for her that she would never fall asleep. However her body had other plans and exhaustion quickly knocked her out until lunchtime. ----------------------------------- Again, please leave comments and suggestions! And thanks for reading! Office Play Ch. 07 Diane and Michael ate lunch, chatting amiably. She felt almost as though she was living in some kind of twilight zone; they were both naked in a gorgeous kitchen, her with a sore ass, and there was nothing in either demeanor to suggest that this was anything other than normal. It felt good though, to be like this. Despite the discomfort of sitting on the chair she felt more complete and happy than she had since she was a young child. There was something refreshing and wonderful about having no real control, not having to think, just following the orders of someone else. Although she had no real choice in what happened to her, she felt like she was really free for the first time in her life. After lunch she felt contentment as he tied her wrists together in front of her and swept her into his arms to carry her back to the basement. Michael was quite content and pleased to, with Diane's head nestled trustingly on his shoulder, her compliance with everything so far this weekend, everything was turning out just as he had hoped. She was going to be a wonderful submissive when he finished training her. He would start with real training this week. And he had some wonderful plans for her, which he was pretty sure she'd enjoy immensely. The last part of her punishment would be on the tall, triangular horse. Michael had spent all the past week rounding the top and sandpapering it so that it was smooth, to keep it from really injuring her. Not that she'd enjoy it too much. He placed her on top of it, one leg on either side, the rounded top spreading her pussy lips apart and pressing in directly onto it. Quickly she pushed leaned forward so that she could put most of her weight onto her bound hands, her big toes were just barely touching the floor and she could really put any weight onto her feet. A pause for a moment, it would be interesting to see how long she would be able to hold herself up, taking the pressure off her pussy, on the other hand he didn't want her to fall off. Decision. He raised her arms above her head and tied them securely onto the long rope hanging from the ceiling. Diane groaned in pain as the positioning of her arms forced her body weight to rest squarely on the rounded wood fitted uncomfortably into her pussy. Michael stood in front of her grinning. "This is the last part of your punishment. You've been so good this weekend." Although she was sweating and uncomfortable Diane smiled back at him, happy that she'd made him happy, a feeling of profound contentment and pleasure sweeping through her at his pronouncement. Trepidation returned in some measure as he walked over to the wall and picked up a small rubber whip. "Be a good girl now, don't make any noise." Diane nodded. Beginning by slapping her body lightly, the whip almost felt pleasant as the many rubber strands wrapped around her body, stinging lightly but pleasantly, making her skin pinken. The slaps became slightly harder, wrapping around her stomach, waist and boobs, several times he hit so that the ends of the strands whipped around her body to smack her nipples. Keeping back her moans she tried to keep her movement to a minimum as the wood pressed into her pussy, intensifying the whipping. Speed and intensity picking up Michael began concentrating a lot of the strikes onto her ass and breasts, heating them with the stinging sensation produced by the whip. After her breasts and ass were turned a bright pink and there were small whip marks over her stomach and back where the end of the whip strands had hit, Michael hung the whip back up and picked up a riding crop. Diane was gasping and glistening with sweat, trying not to pay attention to her pussy, which was starting to ache even more than the rest of her body. "You were a good girl, so it's only going to be 10 hits with the crop." he smile, "You can make noise if you need to." It was a good thing that he'd left that open to her, because as the first hit connected with her ass she shrieked, and jerked, which made her groan in pain as her pussy was pushed harder onto the triangle that was mashing into it. THWACK! Another stripe, laid in an X shape across the first one. THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! Five stripes were laid across her ass, leaving upraised reddened outlines. Then Michael moved around to the front of her. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Screams erupted from her as the crop moved quickly over her already pinkened breasts, a short moment where Michael allowed her to catch her breath, and then THWACK!!!!! She jumped and screamed as the flat of the crop hit squarely across both her nipples, causing them to redden and jut out in shock and pain. Diane barely moved as Michael untied her hands from the rope above her head and undid the rope binding her wrists together, murmuring that she was a good girl. Her body slid off the triangular horse, into his arms, leaving behind a very wet spot on the wood where her pussy had rested. Tears leaked from closed eyes and every line of her body quivered in exhaustion. Carrying her over to the carpeted part of the floor, Michael laid her down and kissed her lips as he began moving his dick into her pussy. The burning pressure he caused in her already crushed pussy caused Diane to wake up a little, her eyes flew open and she tried to push at the body on top of her. Michael just chuckled at her feeble attempts at removing him, and grasped each of her wrists in one of his hands as he slid home. Moving slowly, carefully, he began pumping in and out of her abused pussy as she moaned and squirmed beneath him. His movements began picking up speed, rubbing over her crushed clit, and adeptly pulling feelings of pleasure out of her protesting body. Before she knew it, Diane was having one of the most painful orgasms of her life, her crushed and bruised pussy forced to its climax by the knowledgeable movements of Michael's body. When both of them had spent themselves, and the sounds of Diane's cries had stopped echoing off the walls, Michael carefully pulled himself out of her pussy, and lowered his head to kiss it. Whimpering at even this slight touch to her overextended and sensitive nether regions, she was shocked that he'd even managed to give her an orgasm. But she felt happy as he gently stroked her hair, and smiled down at her in pleasure. She'd been a good girl. Sighing in contentment, she winced as she tried to move her legs together, and he picked her up gently once more, one of her arms crept up to wrap around his neck. Upstairs Michael spread soothing ointment over the red stripes caused by the cropping, soothing away the hurt in her breasts and ass. Then they took a long bath together, where he gently soaped her body and washed her hair. Then, as in the morning, Diane took a nap before dinner, completely exhausted, even though she'd slept more that day than any other. Chinese food was ordered for dinner, and they watched a movie, which was punctuated by Michael occasionally toying with her breasts, and very gently with her pussy. Although she was sore all over, Diane couldn't help feeling stirrings of arousal at the gentle touches. On her volition, halfway through the movie she moved down and gave Michael a blowjob, for the first time managing to fit his entire dick into her mouth and down her throat on her own. She reveled in the feeling of triumph as she swallowed him whole, over and over, his fingers were spread through her hair, but totally for his pleasure rather than using them to help her down on his dick. The rest of the movie, even after the blowjob was over, she spent between his legs, her head resting on his leg, while his hands ran through her hair, playing with the brown curls. Something about being on the floor while he sat on the couch, resting at his feet, just was more fulfilling than sitting next to him on the couch. That night she got one of her treats, Michael worked her over with his tongue, gently. Sucking on her nipples, flicking them with his tongue, and gently nibbling - just enough to make her body arch in slight pain, but the pain was as pleasurable as the rest of it. Two fingers moved over her pussy, coaxing juices out of it as he palmed her breast with the other hand and sucked her nipple. Despite the slight discomfort on her sore body parts, she couldn't help but respond with pleasure at it all, although the thought of actual sex made her wince a little. To her surprise, Michael made no move in that direction, instead he gently tongued her pussy, inserting two fingers into it while his tongue danced over her clit. One finger gently ran pussy juices over her ass and began to push in, rubbing the fingers in her pussy through the inner lining. Because of the soreness in her pussy and ass, it almost felt as though she had two huge dicks in her ass and pussy, she felt totally full just with his fingers, and when he sucked her clit totally into his mouth, nipping it gently with his teeth, she came immediately, clutching at the bed sheets and calling out his name. He kissed her afterwards, ignoring her distasteful expression at the taste of her pussy on his lips. It was salty sweet, but not something that she cared to taste, but she did want to kiss Michael back. They fell asleep, her slight body curled against his darker and much larger one. Sunday was a day for decadence. He spoiled her outrageously, asking what her favorite dishes were and making them, she got a full body massage with oils, and they spent some time just splashing and playing in the Jacuzzi. Yet there wasn't a single moment that she felt like he wasn't in control, despite the fact that everything was being done for her. Around early afternoon he began her training. She learned four different positions, each one to be assumed when he gave the order, no matter what. One was the least exposing. She just had to stand with her feet spread apart and place her hands behind her head, thrusting her breasts out. Two meant spreading her legs wide and bending over to hold her ankles. The thought of having to do that in one of those short skirts she normally wore to work made her blush, they would definitely ride up almost to her waist in that position. Three involved getting on her knees, putting her ankles together with her knees spread apart and leaning back onto her elbows so that her pussy was spread open and exposed while her breasts jutted out obscenely. Four was the worst though. Humiliating, she had to get on her knees, press her face to the floor, and reach back with her hands to spread her ass and pussy with her fingers, exposing herself completely. If she was wearing a skirt, she had to lift it up, and Michael implied that pants were not normally going to be acceptable, but if she did happen to be wearing them, they would have to go. The position made her feel shameful, dirty and turned on all at once, she was helping in her own abasement. Exposing herself in such a manner, even just to Michael, caused her face to turn bright red in embarrassment, she'd never had to open herself so completely to anyone. The good part about it was that she was so quick at following his orders and learning the positions that she got one more treat before he sent her home. They went up to the bedroom where he gently and attentively made love to her. She felt like a princess as he stroked her hair and body, moving gently but strongly in and out of her, she reveled in running her own hands up and down his dark body, and the beautiful contrast of their skin colors. Wrapping her legs around his body, she spread herself open for him, moving her hips against his in motion. Although it wasn't as intense, she still felt as though she was vulnerable to him, and as she began to ride the wave of her orgasm she marveled at his staying power. Higher and higher he sent her, pumping in and out of her as she clutched at him, crying out in pleasure, when he finally came she'd reached a level of orgasm that was almost painful to experience. Afterwards, he lay on top of her, just finding pleasure in having her body underneath his, feeling his dick slowly shrinking to its normal state inside of her. He moved his body a little against her pussy, making her wince and moan as he rubbed against heavily sensitized flesh. Still, she sighed in reluctance as he pulled out of her. They got dressed, a kiss goodbye and she was gone. That night Michael stayed up late. Planning. Office Play Ch. 08 Monday at work Diane was doing her best to be productive, and it seemed as though Michael wasn't going to be distracting her too much. She was wearing a buttplug as usual, but he'd pretty much left her alone for the morning. Most of her distractions came from Juan who kept smirking at her... it was hard to keep her mind on work with him in the office, her face was bright red from remembering Friday when she had sucked him off. It was pretty obvious he remembered too. Fortunately, it didn't seem as though he could take liberties with her without Michael's say so, and so for the work day he was restricted to looks. However, an hour before the end of the workday, Michael came out and looked over the work done by both Diane and Juan. "I think that Juan's completed just a little bit more work than you," smiling at her, "I think that deserves a reward for such effort, don't you Diane?" Numbly, she nodded her compliance. She had no way of knowing whether or not Juan had really completed more work than her, but she wasn't going to argue with Michael's assessment either. His voice became hard and demanding, "Position Two Diane." Red faced, she bent over and grabbed her ankles, ass high in the air. The men both moved around behind her to see the delightful view of her exposed asscheeks. Someone's hands, she didn't know whose, ran over her ass and then pulled her panties down, just enough to expose the end of the plug in her ass and her wet pussy. Now both men were touching her, running their hands over her ass and her thighs, pushing fingers into her pussy and pulling on the plug; she gritted her teeth to keep from moaning aloud. Bad enough that she was completely exposed and vulnerable, bad enough to have completely given her body over to her boss, but now he was sharing her with her co-worker too! She felt like a complete whore, the worst kind of slut... and none of those feelings of shame or humiliation stopped her arousal or desire. After several minutes of the hands prodding at her nether regions, they retreated, to be replaced by a dick nudging its way into her pussy. It had to be Juan, she could feel her pussy gaping even wider than it had to for Michael; it felt obscenely stretched around his meat. Panting with the effort of not falling over, she was barely aware of Michael moving around to the front of her, his dick was already out and in one of his hands. Obligingly, her pouty lips parted to allow it entrance; smoothly he moved down her throat, quickly establishing rhythm with Juan, the poles moving her body back and forth. Michael reached down into her blouse and began playing with her tits, tugging on her nipples; she tried to ignore everything that was happening below her waist and just concentrated on giving him the best blow-job possible. Sucking and panting as Juan really began laying into her from behind, every time he slammed home he'd push against the plug, making it rock in her ass. She realized that while her mind might be trying to ignore her pussy, her body was having no such luck, and that if Juan didn't cum soon, she was going to. The room was filled with the smells and sounds of sex, the two men groaning as Diane's tight body pleasured them; her muffled sighs and moans around Michael's thick cock. He began really pulling on her breasts and nipples, using them to move her body to his rhythm. The combination of intense pain/pleasure in her breasts, and the thick cock slamming into her pussy finally pushed Diane over the edge. Gripping her ankles hard for balance, she started cumming on Juan's cock, completely forgetting her embarrassment as her body took over. Lost in a haze of pleasure, she barely noticed that Michael was shooting cum down her throat, or that Juan was loosing his own load into her pulsing pussy. Coming down from her orgasmic high, she came back to herself, realizing that this man she barely knew had just cum in her pussy while she sucked Michael off. And not only that, but she'd cum for him. She stayed in position, head hanging down, as the men said their goodbyes to each other. After Juan had left, Michael came back over to her. "Good girl," his hand stroked her hair as it covered her burning face. She could feel Juan's cum starting to leak down her thigh. Leaning into the strokes Michael was giving her, she sighed and relaxed. He put one finger under her chin and brought her back up to standing. "You'll come home with me again tonight." She nodded. ************************************* The ride home in the car was to be expected, he'd made her take off her panties so that Juan's cum was freely leaking from her pussy - not that he'd let her sit on his seat. Instead, she was bent over, her ass towards the passenger window so that anyone could see her pussy leaking cum and even get a glimpse of the plug in her ass. She was spared having to see anyone looking, since her face was in Michael's lap, her mouth full of his cock, but there were plenty of horns and shouts, letting her know that plenty of men were enjoying the show. That night they ate dinner, completely naked. It was becoming a comfortable routine that Diane couldn't really imagine being without. Everything in her life was finally coming together, she felt happier than she had in a long time, and really content with herself and her life. Michael wasn't what she thought she'd wanted in a man, but maybe he was what she really had needed. Looking at him across the dinner table, she felt like she could live like this forever, the lack of real control in her life was almost comforting. Dinner ended and he led her to the basement. There he cuffed her wrists together and attached them to a hook hanging from the ceiling, a small penis-gag was placed in her mouth, and then he cuffed her ankles to a spreader bar. Completely open and vulnerable, Diane watched him with complete trust in her eyes, she didn't even question whether or not she was about to be punished, if she was there'd be a reason for it. But Michael smiled at her when everything was in place, "Good girl." The feeling of accomplishment that ran through Diane was like a rush of pleasure, she felt proud that she hadn't resisted or questioned a single thing that he'd done to her. Michael took a pair of nipple clamps and clipped them onto her already hard nipples, tightening them enough to make her gasp behind the gag. The pain shot straight to her pussy, and she realized that she was becoming addicted to the dosage of pain with her sex. Michael pulled a light rubber whip off the wall, and began slowly slapping all over her body, firmly but not harshly. The ends of the whip curled around her like sharp caresses, pinkening her skin - especially on her breasts and ass - but without causing any real pain. Becoming more localized, the hits became focused on her ass, breasts, and then her pussy, and she moved her hips in time to the slaps. Panting for breath, she realized that she was dripping wet as the rubber ends slapped into her pussy, the spreader bar allowed the strands to hit along her out and inner lips, occasionally pressing against her clit. Impact and sounds increased as Michael continued, he moved behind her completely, allowing the ends of the whip to wrap around her breasts, hitting the nipple clamps squarely, and her nipples ached with desire. When the slaps between her legs landed, the ends tended to trail directly across her clit, and she jumped and writhed with her need for an orgasm. It seemed as though she would hit her climax soon, just from the impact of the whip. Just at the brink of no return, Michael stopped whipping her... she hung over the edge of a cliff, tense with anticipation and despair at the lack of pressure. Suddenly, Michael used a crop on her from behind, three hard hits straight up between her legs, hitting her inner labia and her clit directly. Pain exploded through her pussy as her orgasm crashed into her like a train wreck, the pain amplifying the pleasure and she vibrated like a harpstring as she came gloriously. Finally, slowly, the energy ran out of her and she came down from the high, dull pain throbbed in her pussy and her breasts as her endorphins drained away. Then she felt Michael positioning himself behind her and she groaned in discomfort as his thick long cock began pushing insistently between her pussy lips, stretching her brutalized cunt. Letting her head fall back onto his shoulder, she panted as her body adjusted to the intruder, the beating her pussy had taken made his dick feel even bigger as he pushed through her sore folds. Looking down, she could see his large black hands moving up her stomach to caress her red breasts, squeezing them gently - even so small jots of sharp pain needled her at his touch, and her nipples felt so engorged and sore that she was almost afraid they'd pop under the pressure of the nipple clamps. Moving powerfully, Michael began to fuck her from behind, using her aching breasts for leverage as he pumped his thick meat in and out of her abused pussy. She panted, moaned and whimpered behind the gag, helpless to even make the position easier on her body; he was moving quickly and forcefully, making her body bounce with each powerful thrust. It was an incredible scene of lust and pain, as he moved one hand down to her pussy, pinching and twisting her already abused clit, while his other hand began tugging rhythmically on the chain connecting her nipple clamps. Tears collected in Diane's soft brown eyes as the pain and pleasure intermingled until she didn't know where one ended and the other began; Michael was forcing her towards a second, more painful, orgasm. When he felt his balls begin to tighten before his own climax, he thrust hard up into her one last time, pinching her clit almost cruelly between his fingers and pulling the nipple clamps viciously off her chest. The pain shot through her breasts as blood rushed back to her tortured nipples, and her pussy began spasming in orgasmic relief, shaking her entire body as she came; her writhing and muffled screams brought Michael completely off, and he emptied his entire load into her pulsing pussy. Without Michael's body supporting her, Diane sagged in her bonds as he released her ankles, then her mouth, and her wrists; she fell into his arms, completely exhausted and drained of all energy. Gently, he lowered her to her knees, holding her upper body up so that she came face to face with his dick, covered in their combined juices. Tiredly, but determinedly, she began to lick his cock and balls, cleaning him with her mouth. It was slow, and it took awhile, but he was patient with the tired girl as she completed her task, without any real prompting from him. As soon as he was clean he let her sag down. Slumped, Diane was completely exhausted, barely aware of her surroundings, most of her attention was on her poor sex organs, red and burning with dull, throbbing pain that nonetheless kept her aroused despite her drained state. She closed her eyes in contentment of everything that had just happened, and wondered if she'd ever be really satisfied with "normal" sex again. Michael's footsteps approached her again and she forced herself to open her eyes and straighten up a bit, so that she could look at him. His dark face looked down at her, pleased and yet somehow foreboding, "Position Three." Slowly, struggling to make her body obey, she put her ankles together, spread her knees and leaned carefully back on her arms. Right now the position presented her red breasts and leaking pussy to him, giving him the best possible view of the completion of their recent encounter. Blinking hazily at him, she realized that he was smiling, very pleased now, and had a box in his hands. He opened the box and pulled out a collar, shining silver, with a heart on it. "Do you know what this is Diane?" His voice sounded almost hesitant, unsure for the first time. Diane had never felt more sure in her life, "Yes master." ------------------------------------------- Yes, unfortunately I had to end it... I'd had an idea of where I wanted it to go, but at some point I veered from that path without realizing it, and ended up in an area that I'm not quite familiar enough with that I felt up to writing great stories about it... a lot of the ideas that I'd had for this series are probably going to be found in my new series "Poker Loser", and hopefully this time I won't screw myself over! =) Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, if you liked these, please check out some of my other stories and continue to give me feedback! it's more appreciated then you could ever know!