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After Hours Ch. 01

By: SexKittn



Marcus sat at his desk touching up his PA's Power Point presentation. Tonia's talents did not extend further than answering the phones and making coffee, but she was sexy and willing, so he kept her around. He especially enjoyed taking her on the many trips interstate which consisted of boring conventions and long meetings with various senior executives of pharmaceutical companies. Marcus was a business development manager and he was staying back so everything would be ready for the next day. It would have been nice to have a PA who was competent as well as gorgeous, but staying back a few hours had never bothered him.

He tried not to let himself get distracted by the cleaner vacuuming in the background, which was coming closer. Marcus sighed in annoyance as his door was swung open and looked up at the cleaner. She quickly apologised and backed out of the room.

'It's okay, you can come in,' he said, hiding his excitement.

The girl hesitated, and entered the room. She was a young Chinese girl with long hair braided half way down her back, wearing jeans and a black shirt with the cleaning company's logo in it. The shirt was several sized too big and hung loosely off her shoulders. He was surprised to see her small frame roll the industrial sized vacuum cleaner into the office. She was blushing, but Marcus couldn't tell whether it was from embarrassment or whether she was just out of breath from the hard work. He tried not to watch her work, but he was in awe at her efforts at unobtrusiveness while making so much noise. She was perfect.

But, these things take time.

The next day was typical. Tonia walked into his office that afternoon after the presentation wearing a short baby pink knitted skirt and sleeveless white polo shirt that hugged her full breasts. Matching pink pumps accentuated her shapely calves.

'Those execs were pretty impressed, huh?' said the PA.

'No thanks you you,' replied Marcus, not looking at her.

Tonia sat down on his desk and crossed her long legs, looking perplexed, but smiling, and asked, 'What's that supposed to mean?'

'It means what I said. I stayed back two hours fixing up the mess you made with that presentation. You've been working here for nearly six months but your work is still horrendous.'

Tonia frowned. 'I'll do better next time, Marcus.'

'Oh and there's that,' he said, pretending to concentrate on his computer, 'I'd really prefer it if you call me Mr Valanidis outside of this office. In fact, it might be good practice if you stop calling me by my first name altogether.'

'Yes, Ma—I mean, Mr Valanidis,' she said, slumping slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Marcus saw one pump dangling off her stockinged foot and already he felt he could not go on with this act. It was only Tuesday and he had a long week ahead of him and the prospect of her warm, silky cunt was almost too tempting. Ignoring her, he started replying to a client's e-mail. The sweet scent of his PA's perfume was distracting and sentences made no sense. He acted as if she wasn't even there.

'Um, Mr Valanidis?' she asked, hesitantly.

Marcus sighed. 'What now?'

'I'd love to fuck you right now.'

'So?' he said, not missing a beat.

'So... Don't you want to fuck me? I'm so horny. And I know you've been stressed out lately. You're pretending you don't want me, but I can tell you want to put your cock in my pussy. It's so wet. I've been thinking about it all day.'

'That's not what I pay you for, Miss Clark, though it certainly explains why nothing ever gets done around here.'

Tonia uncrossed her legs and lay back on the desk, long blonde waves of hair hanging over the edge. She hitched her legs up and put them on the table then shifted her body so her boss had a perfect view of her stockinged legs and bright pink mesh underpants. They were transparent and a quick glance showed she'd shaved her pubic hair in the shape of a love heart. Cheap and tacky, he thought to himself, but his stiffening rod had other ideas.

He stood up and positioned himself between her spread legs. Tonia looked up and smirked, though Marcus continued to stare coldly. He leaned forward and ran his hands over her large breasts, squeezing them. She moaned and reached out to run her manicured hands through his hair, bringing him closer to her until their lips were almost touching. He put his hands under her top and lifter her up slightly to kiss her. She slipped her warm tongue into his mouth as his hands plucked her breasts out of her bra and fondled them roughly. Tonia stretched her arms back as Marcus slid her top off, but he stop when it covered her face and the tight material kept her arms by her head.

'Don't move,' he said softly and got up to walk to the other side of the desk, loosening his tie as he went.

She did as she was told, but was surprised to feel her hands being bound together with a silky fabric.

'What are you doing?' she asked worriedly and tried to get up.

She was in such an awkward position that it was easy for Marcus to keep her on the table.

'I said, don't move.'

He went back to the other side of the table and positioned himself between her splayed legs and lifted her skirt up completely. As he used one hand to play with her ample breasts, he used the other to unzip his pants and pull out his hard cock.

'Oh, fuck me Mr Valanidis,' groaned Tonia.

'Shut up, slut,' he said and pinched her nipples hard.

Tonia winced, but stayed quiet.

As he stroked himself, Marcus pretended he had the Asian cleaner before him, not this stupid, white whore. He'd always had a thing for Oriental girls but never had the chance to fuck one. He yanked off the disgustingly bright pink panties and angrily dug his nails in her soft tit flesh. She cried out softly and tried to turn on her side. He pushed her back down and even though he said nothing, Tonia knew he would make things very uncomfortable for her if she tried to get away again.

Twisting her pink nipples and stroking his dick, Marcus shut his eyes and imagined pounding the little Chinese girl's tight hot cunt. In his head he heard her yelp in pleasure and pain. He pumped faster and faster for several minutes and opened his eyes momentarily to stare down at the unwanted pussy before him, moist with anticipation. He considered fucking his PA anyway, but the idea of her stretched out, dirty hole repelled him and within seconds he came all over her longing cunt and wiped his cock on her thigh. He then stood there motionless as it softened, tucked it back in his pants, zipped up and walked out of the room.

'I'm going for lunch,' he said, shutting the door behind him.

He went to a café next door and ordered a sandwich and coffee. The waitress was a cute Korean girl and he considered trying to pick her up, but she looked like she might be too young. Before leaving, he ordered another sandwich for later, with the expectation of staying back that night as well.

When he got back to the office, Tonia wasn't there. A colleague said she had gone home ill, and was surprised at Marcus's lack of concern. Everyone knew they were having an affair, which was no surprise because he was too much of a workaholic to date, and as for her, well, it was the only way she could possibly keep any job at all.

Marcus walked into his office and tried to distract himself with some work. Hours went by and soon it was 5 o'clock and by half past everyone had left the building. He pulled out his sandwich and ate messily over the floor, spilling crumbs everywhere. There was a sound of vacuuming far away, which gradually became closer. It took about twenty minutes before she reached him and was very much out of breath. He opened the blinds slightly and looked out at her in jeans and the same oversized shirt, struggling with the heavy equipment. As she neared, he pretended to work. There was a hesitant knock at his office door.

'Come in,' he said, trying to sound impatient.

The Chinese girl walked in and began to clean, but staying away from his desk. She turned the vacuum cleaner off, and as she turned to leave he said, 'Hey, what's your name?'

'Marilyn,' she said softly, with a slight accent.

Marcus hated the name; he had been expecting something exotic and did not hide his displeasure, though of course the girl had no idea what he was scowling about.

'You haven't cleaned around my desk,' he said gravely. 'I'm sure your bosses wouldn't like to hear you're slacking off.'

'Sorry, Sir,' she said, and dragged the vacuum cleaner nearer to where he sat. He rolled the office chair back slightly as she tried to vacuum under his feet but without getting too close to him. Marcus enjoyed her ass while she bent down, making sure to suck up his mess.

'Is this okay, Sir?' she asked timidly.

'Yes, Marilyn,' he replied, looking at his screen. 'Don't let me keep you.'

As she walked out, he stared again at her small, boyish figure and prayed she was legal. He left himself as soon as she was done, all the while planning the following night.

It was Wednesday, so called 'Hump Day', and Marcus had an itch that needed scratching. Tonia came in wearing completely unflattering black straight-leg pants and a brown business shirt with only the top button undone. They ignored each other all day, each waiting for the other to cave. He noticed she looked tired and had probably ended up getting fucked by someone else the previous night. Typical, he thought.

During lunch, Marcus decided he would do something different. He drove down to another part of the city and to the sex shop he knew there. He didn't go there very often, but knew his way around. He'd only ever bought things like videos and flavoured condoms. This time, he went straight to the lubricants. He picked up a tube of anal lube, a ball gag and furry hand-cuffs, paid, and left.

At 4pm, he called Tonia into his office. She walked in to find him sitting by the window, blinds down, completely naked except for his socks.

'I knew you'd come around,' she said, smiling her victory.

He forced a grin, and then motioned to her to get undressed. Tonia unbuttoned the dull shirt, revealing a lacy black half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up and let her nipple show through. She slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She turned her back to him when removing the pants and wriggled out of them seductively from across the room. Underneath, she wore black stockings supported by a matching garter belt and crotchless panties, her mostly bald pussy staring directly at him as she bent over. Somehow, Marcus found himself completely disgusted by the trashy blonde before him. Any man would say she was gorgeous and would fuck her in a heartbeat. And here he had her whenever he wanted, but he'd do anything to swap her for the figureless Marilyn.

'I want you to do something, babe,' he said, as if he were about to tell her a secret.

'Of course, Mr Valanidis,' she pouted and started to rub her breasts.

'Go to my desk and lean forwards on it.'

Tonia did as instructed and, anticipating the next request, spread her legs three feet apart and pushed her ass out even more.

'Now what, Mr Valanidis?' she teased.

'I want to watch you make yourself cum.'

She didn't get up, but turned to look at him, a huge grin on her face.

Marcus smiled back and said, 'No, I don't want you to look at me. I want you to pretend I'm not even here.'

Tonia turned away and shut her eyes. She brought her hand down to her cunt and began to rub herself. Marcus noticed her talons were freshly painted bright red and turned away, repulsed. He peeked through the blinds and stared at the street as his PA's moans blended in with the sounds of traffic below. Occasionally he feigned interest, saying, 'Oh, you're dripping wet,' and, 'Baby, I love your fingers in your pussy,' but really he couldn't care less. He knew she enjoyed being watched and he just wanted her ready for... something new.

He walked up to her just as she was getting close, panting and groaning shamelessly, not caring that the rest of the office could hear her. He reached under and effortlessly finished her off, twisting her hard clit between his fingers while the other hand dug into her gushing pussy. She collapsed on the table, knees weak and buckling under the intensity of her orgasm. Marcus pressed himself against her soft flesh, coating his hardening dick with her cum. She tried to bring her legs together, but he kept them spread apart with his own and she stumbled on her stiletto heels. He held her close to the table with his body and reached into the desk drawer. Tonia was still delirious after having cum so hard for her boss but jolted in surprise when she felt something cold on her anus.

'What are you doing?' she asked, concerned.

'Don't you know?' he laughed.

'Of course I fucking know, but you're not going to do it.'

'I'm not?'

'No, now get off me.'

She tried to release herself from his grip but she was still weak and anyway he was much stronger and easily held her against the desk. He tied her hands together behind her back, this time with soft handcuffs. There would be no marks.

'I'll scream,' she warned.

'No, you won't,' he said, and leaned forward to put the ball gag in her mouth. She didn't even have time to think about stopping him and soon her mouth was stuffed and only muffled sounds came out.

'I knew you'd come around,' said Marcus as he squirted some of the anal lube on his own cock. This was the first time he'd taken her completely against her will and as much as he loathed her, he hadn't been this horny in months. He considered this might be just because he hated her that he was enjoying himself so much.

Tonia loved sex, but hated anything to do with her butt. Marcus had tried begging and bribing, but the bitch would not budge on that matter. She said it was a filthy, homosexual act which she could not possibly enjoy. He didn't care. He was looking forward to a nice, tight hole after the loose one that he'd been using to pleasure himself in for the past six months.

The anal lube was for single use. He slid the nozzle right up her ass and squirted the rest of it right up her rectum. She clenched around it and some of the gel was expelled.

'You look so funny with lube coming out your butt,' he chuckled, fully aware how completely humiliated she must be feeling. 'It's a bit brown though. You must remember to have an enema next time.'

He put the nozzle back though it was empty and squeezed air in her ass. After a few times, she let out a wet fart which made him laugh loudly.

'How unladylike,' he sneered. 'I'm not even sure I want to fuck you now.'

Marcus paused to see what she would do, but Tonia just lay there and seemed to be sobbing.

His cock stood out only millimetres away from the tiny puckered hole. He had quite a large cock and wondered himself how he could possibly fit it in there. The idea of causing her pain didn't worry him so much but he certainly didn't want her bleeding all over the carpet in his office.

He held her back down with his palm in case she decided to move.

'If you struggle,' he warned, 'I'll shove my dick up your ass so fast it'll rip you in half.' 

Tonia braced herself but at the same time tried to relax her sphincter. The head slid in quite easily but was extremely tight. Marcus didn't think it would take him very long to cum once he was entirely inside her. He pulled out completely, and then went in again, each time going deeper, her tight rectum clenching his cock like a warm, slick fist.

'I know you must be enjoying this, because your ass is gripping me like a vice.'

Tonia shook her head, which he ignored.

'You know, I'm only a quarter of the way in,' he said, as a matter of fact.

At this, Tonia sobbed through the gag. Her foot slipped and his cock popped out, but Marcus thought she was trying to get away. He steadied her and put both hands on her ass, spreading her butt-cheeks painfully.

'Bitch,' he said, and shoved his entire cock up her rectum until he was balls deep in the office whore's shithole. He could feel the screams course through her body, even though they did not escape the ball gag.

Marcus was having the best sex of his life. It was even better than he'd hoped, the tightness around his rod so unlike anything he'd ever felt before, gliding in and out so smoothly, yet every time he exited completely, he wondered how his enormous member could possibly find its way in again. Wanting to savour the experience, he pulled out and waited until her sphincter closed up, then entered again, which proved to be even more pleasurable. Tonia lay still, praying to pass out, but the burning in her ass never lessened and the uncomfortable pounding continued relentlessly, although she found some enjoyment in her boss's huge balls smacking into her clit with every entry. She might have appreciated the mix of pleasure and pain more if he had been gentler and had not humiliated her so much. She clenched her ass in an attempt to make him cum faster.

It worked, and soon Marcus was spurting his hot seed deep into his PA's rectum. Reluctant to leave her snug hole, he collapsed on top of her cuffed wrists, sweating and out of breath. His face close to hers, he could hear her sobbing behind the gag.

'Tonia,' he whispered in her ear, 'stop being so pathetic. I do hope you begin to enjoy anal sex because after that I don't think I'll ever want to fuck your loose cunt again.'

Marcus stood up and let his softening cock slip out with a plop, then walked around to face Tonia. Her eyes were shut, but she was still crying softly.

'Do you want me to take the ball gag out?' he asked.

She opened her eyes to face his smelly cock, and nodded. He removed it, and as she gasped for breath, he held her head and forced his dick in her throat. Tonia tried to pull back but was bound, weak and completely helpless. Without having to be told, she very reluctantly licked and sucked her own scum off her boss's soft cock, letting the slime go down her throat and retching at the horrible taste and odour filling her nostrils.

'I'll never be able to kiss you again,' he said, 'now that I know what you do with that pretty little mouth of yours. You're disgusting, Tonia.'

'I am,' she said, when he backed away, satisfied his dick was clean.

He left her lying there, cum dribbling out of her ass, lips stained with sludge, until he was completely clothed. He removed the cuffs, threw the evidence in the waste basket, and left his office. By then it was after 5 o'clock so he didn't even bother closing the door. Tonia didn't know this so she got up quickly, shut the door, and got to cleaning herself.

Marcus made himself some coffee and sat in the tea room drinking and reading the paper. He wondered whether she would report what had happened, or even turn up the next day. It didn't really matter. She was nobody. Her promiscuity was common knowledge, and anyway, no-one would care what a blonde bimbo would have to say.

He heard footsteps coming towards him and someone opened the door. Although it would have come as a surprise, he had expected Tonia to be there. Instead, it was the cleaner. She was just as shocked to see him, and nearly retreated out of the room. Then she seemed to recognise him and said hello very quietly.

'Hi, Marilyn,' he smiled, holding up his coffee to her. 

She smiled weakly and started to load the dishwasher. Marcus watched her unabashedly, even when she turned around for a moment to see him staring at her, he just smiled again but didn't look away. It wasn't his nature to be a stereotypical pervert in a position of power, but after what he had just experienced with Tonia, he was still feeling very lusty and this beautiful Asian girl was just what he needed. The way she distanced herself, her unattainability, made him want her even more.


After Hours Ch. 01



This story contains some fetish elements but it's not a 'fetish' story. Squirting, masturbation, breath-play, and creampies are all included in small bits.

There is NO ANAL or references to 13 inch cocks and DDD breasts.

*

"Yes Ma'am, Felicia and I will have it ready for you first thing in the morning." he said as he hung up.

I looked at my manager and rolled my eyes before the phone even touched the cradle. "Does she seriously need us to find a single rug? I mean, really Joe, is she going to die if she doesn't get it in the morning? No. It's after closing and I want to go home." I couldn't keep myself from venting a little bit over this. The studio Owner was a real pain in the ass, especially lately.

I had been working at the Nancy Johnson Interior Design Studio for almost 4 years and I really liked my job. The people were friendly and I got to design and decorate, which was a passion of mine. The pay was good and recently I was really racking up the overtime, which would help pay for the remodel of the 3 story brownstone that I had just purchased.

I leaned over the counter, letting my blouse hang a bit, and looked at Joe. He tried to maintain eye contact, but he just couldn't, I could see him struggling and it was cute.

"Couldn't we come in early tomorrow and find it for her?" I whined prettily. "She'll never know we didn't stay and find it tonight."

He was finally able to look into my eyes. "Fee, you know she'll find out, she always does. It won't take more than a half hour, I'll even help look."

With a deep sigh I hung my head and nodded, a headache was starting to form. Joe walked around the counter, grabbed my hand and drug me to the 'Employees Only' door. I wasn't really surprised when he continued to hold my hand as we walked through the giant warehouse toward the back where the rugs were stored.

Joe and I had a very flirty relationship, had from the start, but we'd never acted on it. I was extremely attracted to him both physically and mentally. He is about 5'11, has light caramel colored skin that tells his Samoan/Hawaiian ancestry, medium length dark black hair, light brown eyes and broad muscular shoulders and arms. I don't know what it is about those shoulders and arms but they do something to me.

I'm 5'5, have an athletic build, green eyes and creamy lightly tanned skin with a smattering of freckles across my nose and shoulders. I have auburn hair that reaches the middle of my back but I rarely leave it down because it's heavy and makes me hot while I work.

I stopped abruptly and plopped down on the nearest crate. My knee length pencil skirt rode up to about mid thigh, showing the bit of lace at the top of my thigh-hi nylons and I noticed Joe looking there before he looked into my face. "I'm getting a headache, I gotta get this clip out of my hair." I reached up behind my head and pulled the clip out, knowing that my C cup breasts were perfectly outlined by my straining shirt. Tilting my head back I closed my eyes as I uncoiled the long twist my hair was in and shook it to loosen it, making it fall in waves around my shoulders. 

"God Fee, your hair is amazing. I can't believe you keep it all tied up that way." he said staring.

"You've seen my hair down before." I smiled at the way he was looking at me, it's like he was in a daze or something.

"That was when you first started here, I haven't seen it down since then."

"Oh. Well, it's just hair, and it's red hair at that. Nothing to be impressed about." I had always bemoaned the fact that I have so much Irish blood in me. Pale skin and a hot temper.

"Auburn, and it's beautiful." he complimented me.

He seemed to wake up out of his trance when I didn't respond. He reached down and grabbed my hand again, pulling me up. "Come on, lets go get that rug so we can get out of here."

We walked along in silence but I could tell that Joe was stealing glances over at me from time to time. We reached the section where the rugs were stored and just as I was about to suggest we split up to search, the toe of my shoe hit a pile of rugs and I lost my balance, pulling Joe down with me since his grip tightened on my hand.

I landed on my back, with Joe half over me. My hair was spread out all around me on the soft, plush rugs. I wanted to laugh but I could only smile at the moment. Joe was almost on top of me and I could feel my panties dampen. He cupped the side of my face and looked into my eyes before sliding his gaze down to my breasts. A button had popped open and you could see the top of my lace bra.

I nuzzled my cheek into his palm. "You're having a hard time not looking at me tonight." I whispered.

"Very hard." he said as he tilted his hips a bit and rubbed his hard cock against my thigh. Even through all of our layers of clothing I could tell that he was extremely hard.

"Mmm Joe, don't do that." My voice had turned husky.

"Ok, I won't." He reached a hand down and pulled up my skirt so he could settle between my legs. "I'll do this instead." He thrust his hips into me and I felt his cock rubbing against my lace-covered pussy.

I moaned out loud as I felt him continue to thrust. My hips were moving with his, trying to get the most contact. It wasn't enough. "Why are we dry-humping?" I asked with a smirk as my hands undid his pants. He got to his knees between my legs and began to unbutton his shirt as I unbuttoned mine. He flung his shirt off behind him just as my icy white lace bra came into view. This stopped him in his tracks for a few moments as he just looked at me.

He gripped my waist with both hands for a second before sliding them up and over my breasts. My nipples were hard and visible through the lace in the harsh florescent lighting of the warehouse. 

He circled his fingers over my nipples a few times before he pinched them lightly, causing me to gasp and arch my back. I grabbed both of his hands and led them to the front clasp of my bra before placing my own hands on my spread thighs. He undid the clasp and parted the cups, letting my natural breasts spill free. 

I felt his hands cup my breasts and squeeze them lightly before he bent his head and kissed me for the first time. It was electric, sizzling, passionate... Our first kiss lasted forever as he nudged my lips apart with his tongue before sliding it inside. Our tongues dueled for dominance for a minute until I gave up, letting him thrust his tongue in and out at will.

I reached down and unzipped the side-zip of my skirt and attempted to pull it down but it was trapped between our bodies. Joe noticed my struggle and broke off the kiss to kneel back up. I lifted my hips to slide the skirt over them and then put my knees in the air and together so I could slide the skirt all the way off. This left my ankles almost resting on his shoulders, I still had my high-heeled shoes on. He ran his hands up my stocking covered calves until he got to the tops of my lace-topped thigh-hi's.

"Lace everything today huh? Seeing these" he gripped both my thighs right at the lace "all day has been excruciating. I never had a thing for lace before I met you, but now I can't imagine you in anything else."

He lowered my legs and put them on either side of him before I could respond and reached for his undone pants. He put his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down his thighs, boxer-briefs and all.

His cock sprang out, hard and proud and it twitched as I looked on. Looming over me, he plamed it, spreading the pre-cum down the shaft, stroking it lightly, and closed his eyes. I couldn't help myself, watching him stroke his cock was just too much for me. I reached my hand down and slid it inside my now-soaked panties to rub my clit.

Joe opened his eyes and gasped when he saw what I was doing to myself. He pulled my knees together and reached for my panties, trapping my hand between my own legs. Once he got my panties up my legs and over my shoes he said "Don't stop."

I dropped my legs to either side of his body again and continued to rub my wet pussy. He groaned when he got his first look at my 'pink' and stopped stroking his cock to reach down and remove my hand. My pussy was wet, open and bald except for the v shape that I prefer right above the slit.

He touched the hair there. "Red." was all he said.

He palmed his cock once more and leaned forward, rubbing it along my slit and then tapping it on my visible clit.

"My God, Joe. You're gonna make me cum like that." I moaned. It felt so good and the sexual charge in the air was so electric I thought I would burst into flames at any moment.

He leaned down and took me in his arms while he kissed me senseless, still thrusting his cock against my clit. I had no idea what time it was, what day it was even. All I knew is that Joe was going to make me cum and he hadn't even put his cock in me yet. 

"Fuck me Joe." As good as his cock felt rubbing my clit, I knew that it would feel so much better inside me. I had to have it.

"I've been waiting for 4 years to hear you say that to me, Fee." He said as we both angled our hips and the head nudged at my opening. He stretched my walls out as he entered, finally bottoming out, and just rested there for a minute. 

"Joe Please." I moaned as I clenched my inner muscles. 

He gave a short grunt as he pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, hard. He set the pace. Slow on the out-stroke and hard and fast on the in-stroke. We kept this pace up for a while but soon he started plowing into me.

The friction of his cock rubbing in and out of my pussy was too much to bear. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my clit faster and faster in time with his thrusts. He was watching with an intense look on his face so when I started to cum and actually squirted he was shocked. The clenching of my pussy was so hard, my orgasm was so hard, that it pushed his cock right out of me and I continued to squirt all over it.

He leaned down and slammed his cock back into my even tighter pussy and thrust like a wild man. Soon he was grunting and moaning as he came inside me. Spurt after spurt, it seemed like he came for 3 minutes at least. 

He laid on top of me, drained and exhausted, his cock still inside me, but softening.

Suddenly he leaned up. "I wanna see it. I want to see my cum leak out of you."

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes as he pulled away and watched my pussy intently. Small drips of Joe's cum started to leak out of my pussy and he looked so intent on seeing it that I gave a couple pushes with my inner muscles and most of it slid out in one large glob. A few more small drips were pushed out before I figured that was all there was.

He laid down next to me on his back and pulled me over onto my side and half onto his chest. I was sated and sleepy but I knew we couldn't fall asleep here.

"Well this rug is ruined!" I said, leaning up and looking into his face before I burst out laughing.

"Yeah, good thing this isn't the one Nancy needs right?" was his reply as he laughed with me.

He pulled me on top of him and I straddled his waist. "Why did we wait so long to do this?" he asked as my hair settled around me, shielding my breasts from his gaze.

"No fucking idea but 4 years is a long time to have wet panties over someone." I said with a sly smile.

"Imagine how it was for me, 4 years with a hard on for you? Man there were days when I thought my cock was going to explode in my pants just from some inadvertent brush of your hand on my arm or something."

He reached up and stroked my nipple through the curtain of my hair before pulling me down to kiss me. My hair fell all around us, blocking out light as we kissed passionately. He cradled my face in both hands before sweeping one side of my hair to the other, letting in light and air.

"I think I've discovered a hair fetish tonight." He murmured as he ran his fingers through the auburn locks.

"I think we've discovered quite a few fetishes you have tonight." I said with a giggle.

"Like what?"

"Well there's the hair one, which you already admitted to. Then there's the lace one." I ticked them off on my fingers as I went, while he tickled my nipples.

"Mmm-Hmm, and?" was all he said.

"The watching-me-masturbate one."

"Mmm-Hmm, and?"

"Umm then there's the squirting one. You should have seen your face when I did that. I wish I had a camera." I said as I broke into laughter.

"Yeah I wish we had a camera too." he said wiggling his eyebrows. "What else?"

"Well the last one has to be the watching-the-cum-leak-out one. That one surprised me."

"Yeah, me too actually." he chuckled as he said it. "But I think we've only really discovered one fetish here tonight." He sounded serious now.

"What's that?" I asked, not sure what I had missed.

"You. I have a fetish for you, Fee. I knew the sex would be explosive between us, hell the sexual tension almost killed me a couple times. But I never knew that the sex would mean so much."

"I I I..." I stammered. "I don't know what to say Joe."

"Don't say anything. I'm not proposing or anything right now, I'm just telling you that this has meant more to me than just some random sex. I want to see where this leads us but I don't want it to affect our friendship." He was looking into my eyes very deeply and I started to feel tears threatening.

"It won't affect our friendship, we can't let it. I feel the same about seeing where it goes. I don't know what I'd do without you in my life. You are the main reason I stuck this job out when it got rough there for a while." I said as a tear slid down my cheek.

He lifted a hand and brushed it away. "You are the reason I'm still here too. I've gotten better job offers recently but I knew there was no way I would leave you."

I leaned down to kiss him, my breasts rubbing along his hairless chest and my ass touching his newly resurrected cock. I looked up into his eyes and gasped "So soon?"

"It's all you baby. I only got semi-soft, and feeling your nipples graze my chest had me sprung again." he said grabbing my hips.

"Well lets see what I can do about that." I leaned up and grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before placing the head at the entrance. I leaned down quickly and impaled myself on him. He reached up and grabbed my hair as I started to ride him, pulling my head to the side.

I fucked him faster and faster, slamming our bodies together with loud slaps. I knew we'd both have rug burns in the morning but I didn't care, I couldn't get enough of him.

He let go of my hair and slid his hand to my throat. My eyes widened but when he didn't see any signs of resistance he closed his grip slightly, semi-sort of choking me. Breath-play, as I've heard it called, has always fascinated me and I was glad that it was Joe that was introducing me to the feelings of it.

I found myself concentrating more on my breathing and less on my pussy, losing the rhythm. Joe picked up the slack by thrusting up into me. The orgasm hit me suddenly, I wasn't expecting it since I was so intent on my breathing. I didn't even realize that I had reached a hand down and was quickly strumming my clit until I started squirting all over Joe's chest.

He let go of my throat and slammed my hips down onto his harder and harder until I could feel him swell before he started shooting off inside me once again. My pussy was clamped down on his cock hard when I opened my eyes and saw him looking at my face, dazed and sweating.

I leaned down, kissed his still gasping mouth, then tilted his head down to watch as I lifted myself off him and his cum slid out seconds later to land on his cock and in his trimmed pubic hair.

I rolled off to the side and snuggled up to him. I didn't realize it was cold in the warehouse until now. I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up Joe was sitting next to me stroking my hair.

"What time is it?" I asked as I sat up.

"1am, you fell asleep." he said getting up and sitting on a cart that wasn't there earlier. It had a large oriental rug on it. "You found the rug."

"Yeah well someone had to and since I was awake and you weren't I decided to get it myself." he said with a smile. He was grinning from ear to ear as she scrambled around the rug, trying to find her clothes. Her shirt and bra were crumpled up together on one corner. Her shoes were on the floor, her skirt was hanging off the side and her panties were... Where were her panties?

"I can't find my underwear, did you see them?" I asked

"Not since you took them off, Hun." was his reply.

"Well they gotta be here somewhere. I have to find them, if Nancy finds them I will be so fired. And look at this rug, totally ruined. She's gonna fire me for sure now." I was panicking as I got dressed.

"Look, she's never going to find your underwear out here. When was the last time you remember her even coming out to this section? 2 years? 3? She's not going to find them. Lets just go home and worry about it tomorrow OK?" He had walked over and was helping me zip my skirt up.

He turned me around and took me in his arms. He had to bend down quite a bit since he is about 6 inches taller than me but he did it anyway just to kiss me tenderly. That kiss was so tender and loving that if I had been wearing panties they would have been wet again. As it was I was dealing with it running down my thighs mixed with whatever cum I hadn't managed to push out for Joe to see.

Ending the kiss and putting his arm around her he said "Lets get this rug up to the front for Nancy and go home. I'm exhausted and we're going to sleep like babies tonight."

They both pushed the cart to where it needed to go, set the security alarm, then shared a long lingering kiss before getting into their own cars and driving home.

They'd see each other in a few hours when they were due to report back to work anyway. 



After Hours Ch. 01



'Damn another late night ahead - fucking project' I commiserate with myself, knowing that I'll be staying late after hours to try and get things done within the usual unrealistic timescales. To make things worse, my wife will be off out tonight enjoying herself with our friends, while I'm slaving away. While it was still only 5:30, the office already seemed to be mostly deserted, all the sensible people already left for home or their non work lives.

Tutting at my own bad luck I put my head down to try regain some concentration on the document in front of me, before noticing my e-mail is showing I have something new. 'Oh god don't let it be more work' I silently plead, before I realise that there's nothing appearing in my inbox. Grinning I look in my 'special' folder, and am surprised to see it is an e-mail with your name on, 'still here?' I wonder - as I can't see you without standing up. Oh yes she is I grin, reading your reply to another of my cheeky innuendo's from earlier in the day.

I try and resist the urge to let this distraction stop me, I realise I'd better keep working, else I'll never leave, so I send off the document to the printer... but in the seconds afterwards I just can't help myself; 'I'm off to the print room in a minute.. why not meet me there?' I tease, playing the usual games we have fun with in our banter.

Making my way across the now deserted and semi dark office, I grin stupidly at you as I duck into the copier area - realising that I must seem like a naughty kid. 'Oh well, it's not like she's actually going to dare come in here after that e-mail, she's not that silly' I chide myself.

It's a cold dark night outside, so I wonder across to the furthest machine so I can look outside - 'just my luck it will be raining' I think to myself, while trying to work out why nothing is printing. 'Damn, someone's left it with no paper in!'. I find a couple of packs of A4 and start filling the machine, cursing my luck.

"Don't get up for me."

I spin round and stand up quick, like a naughty schoolboy caught out looking at porn. "Oh hello, you made me jump." I confess, trying to think of something clever to say, and failing miserably. I realise that I'm staring at your cleavage, and force my eyes up to meet yours, and am glad to see you are laughing.

"See something you like?" you tease, knowing just what I was looking at. Hell you can't blame me, and after all, you had unbuttoned one extra button just to fluster me.

"Of course, as always!" I agree, trying on my cheekiest of grins.

"Naughty boy - you know you're a married man!"

"Yeah right - as if that's ever stopped me looking." I reply a little too quickly.

"Oh so you look do you? Ever do more than that?" you say, winking at me and enjoying me squirm.

"Erm... well do you know anything about these photocopiers?" I ask, trying to deflect the conversation, not sure where it will lead, knowing where I want it to go, but trying my best not to be bad.

"Oh god have you broken it?" you laugh, turning to check the display, arching your back a little to tease me some more.

"Nah of course not.. it's just .. not printing!" I laugh, watching your bum as you bend over to check the paper draws I'd just been filling. I can feel my cock stiffen as you seem to wiggle back closer towards me. 'What the hell' I think to myself, as I slowly glide up behind you reaching over you to pretend to fiddle with the controls.

You feel me push against you, crotch against your arse, and stiffen up, quickly straightening back up a little surprised. "Now now stop that! You know you're not to touch. What if someone saw?" you begin, telling me off half heartedly, but enjoying the physical contact, making out as if to push me back, but using the movement to push yourself fully against me.

I feel you wiggle harder against me, and it drives me a little crazy, forgetting to keep it 'just mates'. I push back, forcing you against the photocopier, my arms wrapping around you, hands finding your tits, roughly squeezing them through your blouse. I push my lips to your ear, and whisper, "no one is here, it's just you and me... and you want it... don't you.. slut." I feel you stiffen, and wonder if I've completely fucked up and let my lust go to far.

"Yes..." you whisper, just loud enough for me to hear, and I feel a shiver pass through your body, as you tingle with the excitement of the situation. With that admission I know it's time to take control properly, so I push even closer against you, my body grinding against yours. With you pinned against the copier totally at my mercy my hands start opening buttons, pulling your top open roughly, sliding inside to firmly squeeze your breasts. As I feel you respond, arching back against me, I being to lick and nibble your neck, breathing in your perfume deeply, my hot breath sending more shivers through your body.

"Fuck I've wanted to do this for ages," I admit, my hands sliding inside your bra, feeling your nipples stiffen under my touch, "Oh fuck your tits feel amazing, turn round so I can see them properly!" I urge you, letting you have a little room so you can turn to face me. I grin as you turn, looking so slutty with your top pulled open, breasts pulled up out of your bra, dishevelled and so sexy. I don't give you any time to speak though, as my mouth finds yours, both of us kissing hungrily, our hands exploring each others bodies. I groan into your mouth as your hand slides down between us, rubbing urgently up and down the hard bulge in my trousers.

"Want to see my cock my teasing slut?" I ask you, a wicked look in my eyes. Your smile gives you away, you want my cock as much as I want you. "Then down on your knees - so you can look properly," I urge, guiding you down, so you look up at me, the rest of the office forgotten except for our little corner, no sounds except our breathing and the low hum of the photocopiers ticking over.

You can't wait any longer, and your nimble fingers unbutton my combats, sliding my trousers and underwear down, revealing your swollen and rock hard prize, standing very much to your attention.

"Mmm I've wanted to get my hands on this for ages," you admit, sliding fingers slowly up and down my length, feeling the heat it radiates.

"More than just your hands I hope!" I joke, fingers stroking through your dark hair, pulling your face close.. closer... until I can rub my cock over your cheeks, guiding your lips to my swollen purple head. I groan again in appreciation as you lick your lips, and then open your mouth wide in an O as you slide my meat into your mouth, tongue lapping at the underside, knowing how sensitive that area is for a guy.

You feel my eyes on you as you greedily suck and slurp my hard cock down, wanting to prove to me what a hot little cock sucker you are. Taking my cock out of your greedy mouth with a 'POP' you look up into my eyes, while running your tongue up and down my shaft, tasting every inch of slightly salty hot skin. You watch my every reaction and feel my eyes burn into yours as your tongue mouth drops to suck on my balls, while you slowly use your hand to wank my cock up and down, slowly and sensuously, never breaking eye contact.

"Touch yourself." I manage to whisper, throat dry with excitement, "Rub your cunt for me while you suck me dry!" I urge, wanting to see you finger yourself before me, semi clothed and looking so slutty, lipstick already smeared a little.

You don't need asking twice, and without missing a beat you slide your spare hand down, hiking your skirt up, and pulling your knickers to one side, enjoying the feeling of the cool air on your shaved bare pussy. You know you must look such a slut in my eyes, and love that feeling of nastiness, which sends an excited flush of blood through your cheeks. I watch intently as I see you slide your fingers inside your obviously dripping cunt, smearing the juices around your clit as you circle it, in time with the wanking motion on my cock. I don't know what turns me on more, watching your manicured red fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy, or knowing that you've been walking around the office with your cunt shaved bare! What a naughty little slut you are.

"Mmm fuck you're good," I compliment, as I take your head in my hands, urging you to suck me down deeper and deeper, starting to literally fuck your face. You are determined to show me your skill, taking me all the way down, your tongue snaking out to lap at my balls as you hold me at the back of your throat, pulling back go gasp down air, saliva and my pre cum running down your chin. My breathing is ragged as the excitement takes over, looking deeply into your wide eyes as you swallow my cock, cheeks hollowing as you suck hard, desperate to taste cum, to swallow down your reward. Your large tits rock back and forth with the motion of your head bobbing up and down, and your hand is a blur as you rub your clit, faster and faster, your cunt burning with desire.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum... suck me harder... harder.." I urge, feeling the cum boil in my balls, the heat of approaching orgasm building... building... sweat forming on my thighs as I get so close, watching you pull my cock from your mouth, hand wanking me urgently, licking the head, mouth wide open, urging me to cum in your mouth, telling me to fill your mouth with my hot spunk. Your nasty words are too much, and I CUM so hard, my cock swelling before starting to throb, ropes of white cum spurting from it's eye, landing over your lapping tongue, sliding down into your mouth, coating your teeth... fingers.. chin. You can taste and smell my warm salty load, feel my cock jerk as I groan, looking down at you with so much lust in my eyes, seeing you take all my cum. You slowly wank every last drop out, fingers sliding slippery up an down, making a show of not letting any spill from your mouth, keeping it open so I can see it glisten inside.

"You look so fucking sexy and dirty!" I exclaim, dropping down to my knees beside you. Never breaking eye contact, I move my lips to your cum filled mouth, and you realise that I don't want you to swallow .. yet... and you heart beats faster as you return the kiss, our tongues sliding over each other, my salty cum swapping between our mouths, dripping down onto your tits and my chest, our mouths fevered, kissing hard, hungry, faces messy with cum. "I need to cum... make me cum... please" you gasp after breaking the kiss, your cunt feeling like it is on fire, your inner thighs slippery with your juices.

Happy to oblige, I push you down on your back, you feel the cold floor of the print room against you. I pull your knickers down and toss them to one side, maybe leaving them for someone to find in the morning - to their surprise and shock, then you feel my hands circling your ankles, strongly pulling your legs apart, and pushing them back towards your chest, opening you up completely to my mercy. You can feel your pussy lips open, and silently plead for me to touch you - agonising seconds pass, as I take my time, feasting first with my eyes, seeing your inner pussy lips glistening with wetness, breathing in your scent as I push my faces closer and closer. I watch as you wiggle, trying to bring your pussy in contact with something... anything to satisfy the itch you have, cunt on fire, mouth still full of the taste of spunk. I blow delicately on your clit, hearing you gasp, and follow up by licking gently around pussy, just teasing around your very inner thighs, making you wait for my touch, hearing you beg for me to eat you.

Knowing you can take no more teasing, I let the tip of my tongue trace down your slick slit, top to bottom, circling around your clit on the way, then pushing it inside you, tasting your slightly acid but sweet taste... then back out to lap up and down, hearing you groan, feeling your body react under me. Your hands grasp my hair, pulling me in closer, grinding yourself against my tongue and teeth. "Eat me, make me cum you bastard" you cry, totally giving into your feelings.

I have no breath to reply, but continue to lick ... taking your clit in my mouth I gently suck and nibble, making your body shake. I let go of one of your legs, to use the fingers on you... two fingers slipping easily into your hot hole, twisting and fucking you ... in and out, while my tongue works on your clit. "Yes.. yes.. yes" you keep crying, skin flushing red with excitement, feeling your pussy stretch under my assault, three fingers now twisting in and out, the sounds of your wet cunt filling my ears, sucking .. licking, tasting your juices as the flow freely now.

Pulling away for a second, I growl, "Cum for me! Cum for me my sexy cum drinking slut!" then go back to lapping at your cunt, and just to set you off, I slide a thumb inside your so arse, surprising you with shock - which tips you over, and with a cry you start to cum, waves of heat and pleasure radiating from your cunt, your body shaking with muscle contractions, breath ragged, cumming and cumming as I don't let up, sucking down your juices.

"Stop stop!" you pant, pushing my head away, pulling my fingers from your holes... "Enough!", and I realise your pussy needs time, oversensitive from cumming, so I lay beside you, kissing you gently, so you can taste your own cum, mixing with mine.



After Hours Ch. 01



I work in a restaurant as an assistant manager. I'm pretty young, only 22, so it's kind of weird to be bossing around people who are my age or even older. I love my job, though and I enjoy the fast pace of the industry. I'm good at what I do, and I'm strict and not always easy to work with. 

However, I'm still human and there are a lot of attractive guys I work with. Most of them are deadbeats or ex cons just looking to pay the bills, and don't stay long. I don't have a problem telling them what to do or telling them to leave if they can't do their job. But every now and then I meet a guy who smiles at me and I want to just throw him on the floor and rape him just to relieve the sexual tension. I don't though, and I never date anyone I work with. I may flirt or joke around a bit, but I'm very professional. Usually. 

Robbie was one of my best workers, and we had developed a good friendship. Not a bad looking guy either; he was 18 with dark curly hair, warm brown eyes, 6'4 and a little chubby but I thought he was really sexy. After hours, when we were cleaning up the kitchen, we'd talk about anything and everything. After working together for about a year, five nights a week, we'd pretty much learned everything about each other. In a way, it was nice to have someone to talk to, but I was also worried he'd get pissed off at me and tell all my personal secrets. I think he had feelings for me; he enjoyed hearing about my sexual preferences and asked me a lot of personal questions.

Robbie definitely had a temper on him and there were a couple of times we butted heads and ended up screaming and yelling at each other. It didn't really affect our friendship; it's part of the stress of the job. But nobody could do the job like Robbie could; he was my best cleaner, cook and he could have the place closed down faster than anyone.

So when Robbie mentioned that his older brother, Joey, was looking for a job. Normally I don't like family working together, but if he was anything like Robbie I definitely could use him in my kitchen.

Joey came in the next day to apply and talk to me. We're a chain restaurant so all our hiring goes through corporate, but they allow me to do most of my own interviewing and hiring. Joey seemed like a nice enough guy; he was 22, same age as me. He looked a lot like his brother, with short dark hair, similar height and build. Instead of Robbie's soft brown eyes, his were a cold gray, and very intense. He didn't seem as friendly or as personable as his younger brother, but he had a decent work history and he wanted a job. 

We worked together for a couple of months without incident. Robbie and Joey didn't have any family drama when they worked together, so I figured I'd made a good decision. I found myself liking Joey in spite of myself. He was very different from Ronnie; more withdrawn and serious. We talked sometimes, but usually just worked quietly. I learned a lot about him over the weeks. He was a very sweet and considerate guy.

I developed an attraction to Joey at first, but I did my best to leave it at the door when I came to work. So far, Joey had been friendly to me but had shown me no outward sign of being attracted to me or anything. He'd smile at me or brush against me when he passed, but that was about it, until one night.

It was a typical night, a Wednesday. It hadn't been too busy, and it was closing time. Everyone was gone except Joey and I. I went up front to lock the doors, then headed back to the office to finish up my counts and paperwork. 

"Are the doors locked?," Joey asked.

"Yes," I said as I breezed past him, not really looking at him. I always tried not to look into his eyes; his intense gaze was uncomfortable at times.

Joey followed me to the back, and I felt him grab my arm. I spun around to face him, and he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. I looked at him in confusion, but only for a second as he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to mine in a hungry, hard kiss. His hands gripped my forearms, keeping them pinned at my sides as his body pressed against mine. I became aroused instantly, my nipples hardening and I felt myself growing wet. He had me cornered, trapped. I closed my eyes, allowing him, letting myself become lost in the moment. His lips were soft but he was kissing me so hard, I felt my lips would bruise. His soft tongue entered my mouth as he kissed me passionately. The only thought I could totally process was, Thank God there are no cameras in the building. 

He broke the kiss just as quickly as it had begun and pulled away with a smirk on his face, those cold gray eyes boring right through me. He walked away and went back to work, leaving me there breathless and confused. 

"Hurry up!," he called a moment later with me still standing there. "We don't want to be here all night," 

I regained my composure and went back to work. Maybe he was just teasing me, I thought. I wasn't sure how to act around him after that. We finished closing the store and nothing more was said about it that night. 

We worked together the remainder of the week without incident. I noticed Robbie kept giving me strange looks, but I wasn't about to have that conversation with him. Then one night the next week it happened again. This time I was finishing up my inventory count when Joey came over, took the clipboard from my hands and set it down. I looked at him curiously before I realized that he was going to kiss me again. 

He was gentler this time, but he still pressed me against the wall with his body, as though I were trying to get away. His lips touched mine, making my whole body tingle in excitement. A heady rush of passion made my head spin as I lost myself in his touch. His hands moved up to my hair, running his fingers through it roughly as he kissed me. My knees shook and I think I would have fell if he wasn't holding me up.

Joey's lips moved away from mine and his fingers twisted my hair roughly.The pain sent tingles down my spine and I gasped at the overload of sensations all at once. One hand moved to my breast which he began to fondle gently. He was no longer holding me down, so my arms went around him, my fingertips pressing into his strong shoulders. He moved his mouth to my ear, and I could feel his warm breath as he placed soft kisses on my earlobe, then pressed his smoldering mouth to the flesh of my neck. A moan escaped me and I threw my head back in a desperate attempt to communicated the words I could not possibly say, Oh god, yes, that feels so good.....please don't stop....

A second later he stopped, gave me a teasing smile and went back to work. I could feel a blush creep over my face and I felt like a fool. Obviously he knew how to push all my buttons; did he just get a kick out of teasing the hell out of me? I didn't know what kind of game he was playing, but I was totally confused. I resumed my paperwork, trying to push the incident out of my head.

It came back to me later that night, however, after a few glasses of red wine and a hot bath. I lay in bed as I replayed the events in my mind. His touch was so good; his soft lips. The way he kissed me made me feel like a goddess, like he truly wanted me, to be with me. I felt sexy and attractive. I also felt bewildered by his actions. We still hadn't spoken a word to each other in a romantic way, except for some mild flirting and joking around.



After Hours Ch. 01



It had been a long day for Katie. This was the third day this week that she pulled a double shift at the hotel, and she was wiped out. That jerk, they had just hired had no sense of discipline, and she was tired of having to take the heat for him. She truly wished they would just fire him and look for another second shift representative. 

"Have a good night Laura," Katie waved to the woman and headed out the front door.

The biggest issue she had with working into the later hours of the night was of course having to take the bus home in the dark. Her neighborhood was fine, but where she had to wait, was less than safe. It was known for thugs, drug addicts, and other inner city annoyances. Katie cautiously walked across the street, and nearly jogged to the bus stop. It was freezing, still a bit of ice on the ground, as winter was just coming to an end. She would have put her hood up, but it hindered her peripheral vision. So the hood stayed down, bunched up around her neck, hoping the fur on the collar would keep her warm enough until the bus came.

It was about five minutes in and a young man came to sit next to her. It was unusual for this hour to find much anyone out, but still not unheard of. Katie nodded at him, and moved over on the bench, to allow him to sit. He looked normal enough. Jeans (not sagging), a nice coat, decent pair of sneakers. His look soothed her nerves enough, and actually kind of made her feel safe. It was nice to not be alone out there, and she kinda hoped he would be on the same bus as her too. That too was empty at this time of day, and she often wondered about the driver, who was constantly giving her eyes.

"You know what time the bus comes?" his voice startled her, making her jump.

"About fifteen minutes or so," he only nodded to her response and turned his gaze down the street to keep watch.

Transportation finally arrived, and they both boarded. As usual it was empty, just her, the bus driver and the man. And apparently the two knew each other, she had to assume since they chatted on a first name basis. She was so tired though, and the lull of the bus nearly rocked her to sleep. Fighting to keep her eyes open, she knew it was futile. The ride would take about an hour, and she didn't foresee anyone else getting any time soon. The driver wouldn't let anything happen, he wasn't about to loose his job. And so her eyes fluttered closed.

Of course when one sleeps, they loose sense of time, and due to her over tired nature, she was lost in dreamland, nearly immediately. Perhaps a half an hour had passed, and she awakened to the bus jerking. With a panic, she nearly fell off her seat, eyes opening with a start. At first she thought they had been in an accident, but it was obvious they hadn't when she took a gander out the window. Her heart raced, and she wasn't sure to get up and check things out, or be frozen to her seat and just wait for someone to say something.

"Umm hey...what happened?" but her words acted as some sort of signal, and the interior lights flickered off.

Katie could have just about pissed herself in fear. Clutching tight to her purse, she felt the tears in her eyes already well up. She wasn't sure if they even were in any kind of grave danger, but she had always been the type to freak out before anyone else. Opening her bright blue orbs to let the air dry them, she searched through her bag for her inhaler. Since she was young, she had struggled with breathing in extreme situations. And now at 19, she still had the same problems. 

Again she called out from the back, squinting her eyes to try and see where the pair had gone. Some shadow were visible, but for the most part, everything was just dark, and she was pretty sure the bus wasn't even on the right route. Now she was really beginning to panic. Katie sat frightened like a deer caught in headlights, becoming completely immobilized. She could feel her jaw clenching in fear, and her hands shake in her lap. The sudden voice, was the only thing that brought her back to the reality of the situation, otherwise she was sure she would have stayed that way, until she knew what was going on.

"Get up," the voice from over her shoulder demanded.

Where had he come from, was the first thing that popped into her mind, and then a muted scream from her plush lips. The man's hand that closed in over her face and lips, tasted like salt. They were sticky like he had just dipped his hand in a bowl of melted salt water taffy. It made her gag as she struggled to get herself free. The man yanked her back out of her seat, which wasn't hard considering she was quite a petite girl. No more than 110 lbs soaking wet. So it was easy to toss her around like a rag doll, and that's exactly what he did. The thought still hadn't crossed her mind, as to what may happen next, she was still struggling to get away from her captor. 

It wasn't until seconds later, that she heard the footsteps and the back side door slide open. At this point she had lost track of how many feet she heard, scurrying about. Wildly she kicked, until a shoe was eventually flung in the opposite direction, and a firm hand on her ankle kept her securely in place. It was then that it dawned on her, what was about to happen. They were about to rape her. It was as though they were right on queue with her. One man had her by the throat nearly, another by her ankle , and one more binding her arms behind her back with some sort of wire.

Her chilling screams, were only muffled further as she felt them taking her off the bus , and into the cold, dark, night air, even felt a snowflake or two fall on her flushed cheeks. They were like ice to fire, mixing with her tears. Completely unable to move now, she could feel herself being carried maybe a few feet away from the bus, and her back placed up against a tree, she had to assume by the rough, cold feel. Just as quick as her hands were untied, they were back to being bound, but this around the tree and instead of with wire, she was pretty sure handcuffs. Katie's legs had just about given out on her, knees wobbly, stomach in knots so bad that it hurt to even cry anymore. For a few moments, she didn't hear anything, but the rustling of the leaves above. All she could think about was, how badly she wanted to be home, and how she wised to God, someone would have pity on her, and not go through with whatever they had planned. But it was to no avail and her thoughts were replaced by a cold, sharp object up against her neck.

"Now listen, I'm gonna let you breath, but you better promise not to scream, otherwise you get it" she picked out the man's voice as the bus driver.

Her eyes were beginning to adjust to her surroundings, and she could make out numerous figures in a clearing just ahead. Katie's arms struggled, but it was pointless. They had her pressed so tight up against the bark, that it began cutting through her thin button up work shirt, the more she fought. The man made good on his promise and cut away the material at her lips, leaving her to gasp and cough for a second, before she began whimpering and begging for help.

"Please, if its money you want, you can have my purse, its back on the bus." she begged between her tears. "I don't have anything else," but of course she did.

"Shut up girl, you have exactly what we want," this was another man who stepped out from behind her. He must have been the one who tied her up this way.

Again Katie pleaded, insisting she didn't have anything. Deep down she knew what they wanted, but a little part of her still hoped for the best. There weren't many more words passed between them, and soon she got sight of all four of her captors. Big men at best. One even looked like he was a giant. She had never seen a man that tall. Two of the men were darker it seemed, but it was still hard to make out there faces. Squealing like a dirty little whore in heat, tried kicking one leg out, but only to have her actions returned by a slap to her face.

"No talking, no struggling, no crying" the same man who had been doing most of the communication it seemed, called out to her. But Katie had to at least try.

They were obviously not amused at her blatant disrespect for their rules, and grabbed her ankles once more, one on each side, holding her legs apart, stretching her until she felt her joints begin to ache. Crying out, she finally gave in, promising to be a good girl. Still they held her legs open as though she were an open buffet. She heard a grunt and then an unfamiliar man stepped between her legs. He smelled like musty sex, and the pungent smell filled her nose, making her gag. 

"Please, please don't do this," she wasn't even sure what else to offer them at this point, noting seemed to deter them from their intentions.

"Shut your face slut," and he did just that. 

Unzipping his pants, he let his long, hard, sweaty cock rest against her lips. Katie pursed her lips together, but he jabbed at it with his mushroom until they were forced to open, then shoved her mouth full of his pulsating sex. She didn't even do this for her boyfriend, and it was embarrassing. He didn't even give her much time to suck or taste, before he began banging her head off the tree, thrusting his member so deep in her throat, she was gagging.



After Hours Ch. 01



'So,' he opened, 'is your name really Marilyn?'

'Yes,' she replied, without turning around, 'it's my English name.'

'Oh, and what would your real name be?' he asked.

'Li Ming,' she said.

Marcus fell in love with that name and rolled it on his tongue, imagining fucking her while he called it out.

'How did you get Marilyn out of that?' he asked.

Li Ming stopped and turned to him. 'I move here from China one year ago for university studies, and my teacher said it will be good to have English name, so she pick it for me.'

'I think Li Ming sounds much nicer,' he said.

She smiled sweetly, blushed, but said nothing. She opened a cupboard and filled the dishwasher tray with powder, closed the door and turned it on.

After wiping down the counter, she turned to him. He was still staring.

'I need to clean the carpets now,' she said, awkwardly shuffling in her place.

'That's a tough job for someone as little as you are,' he said.

'It's very difficult to find hours for work after studies,' Li Ming explained, 'and my English not very good yet. I must pay for my studies.'

Marcus nodded understanding. 'Alright,' he said, getting up, 'I'll let you get back to it.'

He walked towards her and she stood frightened like a deer in headlights. He smiled apologetically and put his dirty mug in the sink behind her.

'Good night, Li Ming,' he said, and left.

When he came in to work the next morning, Tonia was already there, which was unusual. She was concentrating on her screen, typing uncharacteristically quickly. He had never witnessed her touch typing before, which was not surprising. He wondered exactly what it was she did all day except spread her legs.

She eyed him as he walked into his office and ignored him when he smiled at her as he went past.

Marcus sat down at his desk to go through his e-mail. Several minutes later, Tonia came in with a piece of paper she put on his desk.

'This is my letter of resignation,' she announced.

He raised his eyebrows and blinked at her, but then he'd been expecting something like this. At the very least she was being civil. He scanned through the brief document, noting, through a multitude of typing errors, that she wished to leave the company for personal reasons, which were not detailed.

'I expect you want a reference,' he said without emotion.

'Not a big ask, under the circumstances,' she said, meeting his cold gaze, 'I'm sure you'll agree.'

Marcus was curious over his soon to be ex-PA's suddenly professional manner. She was actually dressed rather smartly in a black business skirt suit, aubergine shirt and plain black pumps. Even her hair was done up in a French knot and her make-up soft and feminine; none of the blue eye-shadow and blood red lips she usually wore. He was impressed and even attracted to this other side of her.

'Is there anything I can say to make you change your mind?' he asked.

'Look, Mar—Mr Valanidis,' she said, her tone not as harsh as before, 'I don't know what kind of girl you thought I was, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and pretend nothing happened.' She looked at him pleadingly. 'I just want to move on, so, please, accept my resignation and we'll put this ugly business behind us. Okay?'

Tears welled up in her eyes, and this time he actually cared and felt sorry for her, perhaps guilty. He got up and came to her. She fell into his arms and sobbed on his shoulder. He wiped the tears from her eyes with his fingers and held her close for a few minutes, remaining silent. They kissed, passionately, as if they were truly in love, and not just an office fling. They slowly stripped each other and made love on the floor all morning.

By noon, everything was back to normal, except that not much work was getting done. Tonia would flirt with her boss outside of his office, he'd pretend to ignore her, and then as soon as they were alone they'd be all over each other. Marcus agreed to go back to her apartment that night after work, but at 5 o'clock he backed out and said he needed to catch up with some work. Tonia was disappointed, but she knew that day had been unproductive, at least, as far as the business was concerned.

He actually didn't notice the hours fly by and it was 7:30 before Li Ming showed up. He'd almost forgotten about her.

She knocked on his door. Marcus looked up from the piles of paperwork and smiled at the welcome face.

'Hi, Li Ming,' he said, looking at his watch, 'how come you're here so late?'

She looked down at her feet. 'I didn't want to disturb you. I was going to wait until you were finished, but it's been an hour...'

He took in the guilty look on her face and it occurred to him he should be feeling that way and not the girl.

'Look, don't worry about vacuuming tonight,' he said, 'just empty the waste baskets and load the dishwasher then you can go.'

'But I'll get in trouble,' she protested.

'It's fine, no one will notice. And if anyone complains, send them to me.'

'Yes, Sir,' she said reluctantly, and left to finish up.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on his door again. When answered, Li Ming only opened it enough to let her head poke in.

'Thank you, Sir' she said, as always, looking down, 'I'm going now.'

'You missed my waste basket,' he smiled, and grinned when she looked embarrassed.

There was a bin under each desk, and this time Marcus didn't move when she crawled under his oversized desk for his waste basket. She was on her hands and knees and it was all he could do to keep from taking her there and then as her tiny, childlike butt waved right under his nose. He noted her gasp when she saw the contents of the basket. He had intentionally thrown the ball gag, hand cuffs and anal lube in there for her to see. As she crawled back out, he put a hand on her shoulder.

'Oh, dear,' he said, 'can I please see inside for a second?'

She happened to be kneeling when he stopped her and proffered the bin to him in that position.

He looked in again and shook his head. 'Oh, dear.' He looked at her. 'Li Ming, could you please do me a favour and get some things out of the bin for me? You're wearing gloves so you won't get your hands dirty.'

'Y—Yes Sir,' she stuttered, 'what do you want me to take out?'

'Just the ball gag and hand cuffs,' he said casually, 'I'm pretty sure the tube of anal lube is empty.' He paused. 'Actually, can you check that for me too?'

Marcus watched her staring into the bin, his cock twitching with anticipation. It had been difficult pretending there was nothing unusual about his request, but it had the desired effect. Li Ming, ashamed at her own embarrassment, reached in and pulled out the hand-cuffs and laid them on the floor beside her. The ball gag came out next, the lipstick on it leaving a mark on her gloves. She put the basket down to reach into a utility belt, which was previously hidden by her work shirt, and pulled out some tissues. After cleaning the lipstick off the ball, she put it down gently beside the cuffs.

He was becoming more and more aroused, enjoying the mix of humiliation as well as curiosity in her expression. She turned to look up at him, instead found herself at eye level with his crotch where his pants tented. Her gaze went higher to his face, her heart racing when he smiled at her, and then nodded for her to continue.

A tentative hand reached into the waste basket one last time, pulling out a tube that felt slippery even through rubber gloves. There was a thin layer of brown muck on it and it smelled. Li Ming wasn't completely sure what it was, but her mind worked quickly as she put two and two together. Something inside her said she should get out of there; that while this man may be in a position of authority, he was overstepping bounds and by not refusing, she was leading him to believe this was okay with her. But more pressing was the urge to stay put and find out what would happen next. Though inexperienced, spending a year on an inner-city university campus had not left her completely innocent, let alone naive. But mostly, her time was spent either studying or working and anyway her boyish frame didn't attract many suitors.

And here was a handsome, well-built man in his early 30's, probably very rich, and he wanted her. The commanding, sexy professional before her was actually becoming aroused in her presence. He had been staying back all week to perve on her, she realised, and through the guilt she felt excited that he desired her.

Marcus watched as the little Chinese girl squeezed the tube gently. It made a pfft sound, but nothing came out. She placed – rather than dropped – the tube back in the waste basket, then half-crawled under the desk again to put it where it belonged. By the time she turned around, Marcus had moved with his chair so he blocked her exit. She waited, facing his erection, not sure what to do next. She'd always been instructed to be submissive, especially towards males in positions of power, and, towering above her staring lustily, he could not be described as anything else.

He was excited at how quickly things were going. He had expected her to be far more timid and wary of him, but it was as if she expected him to jump her any moment and he doubted she would refuse him then. On the other hand, her fascination coupled with hesitation indicated she had never experienced anything like this, but then again, neither had he. He remained silent, waiting so see what she would do. She also waited, and as moments passed, she hoped he would change his mind at let her go. Despite her curiosity, she knew this had gone too far and prayed he would ask her to leave, because she certainly didn't have enough courage to do so without his permission. A life of subordination forbade it, which he sensed, and planned to take full advantage of.

'Li Ming,' he said, after the long silence, 'can you see my cock straining against my clothes?'

Bewildered, she merely nodded, staring at the great lump in his pants.

'It's very painful. Will you take it out for me?'

She nodded again, and reached towards the zipper. Marcus abruptly rolled back several feet.

'Oh, don't use your hands, your gloves are dirty,' he chided, as if talking to a child. 'Why don't you use your mouth? Come here.'

It wasn't that far so she didn't get up, but crawled, until her head was right between his legs. She buried her face in his crotch and undid the zipper with her teeth, which proved to be more difficult than expected. The nuzzling aroused him even further and he held his breath to keep from moaning or perhaps even cumming right then and there.

Eventually, the zipper was undone, but his cock was still trapped beneath his underpants.

'That's much better, Li Ming,' he said, 'and I think if you rub me with your face and mouth the swelling will go down.'

She brushed her cheek up and down the bulge and ran her lips across it, textured through the cotton. Marcus only saw the creamy skin and long, dark hair bobbing up and down in his lap. He was so close he could hardly bear it any longer. He reached down and stroked her head, building up a rhythm. He then pulled his cock out and let it touch her soft skin. Surprised, she made a half-hearted attempt to get away, the thick, warm flesh felt nice and she let him guide her. Until then her eyes had been closed, but now that she saw the shaft in front of her she was awed at the size of it. Other boys had put her hands down their pants, and while she'd never seen a penis, she felt certain none had been as large as this one.

'Do you like it?' he asked.

'Yes,' she said.

'Then kiss it.'

She did so, slowly, alternating between kissing and sliding her slightly parted lips up and down the rod, gradually coating it with saliva.

'Put your mouth around the tip,' he said.

Though frightened of his heavy breathing, she was compelled to obey. Her tiny mouth, uncomfortably wide, closed around the bulbous head.

'Now, suck,' he commanded, and she didn't even think to refused him. She swirled her tongue around the head and drew it deep inside her mouth. He began to thrust gently in and out, holding her head so she wouldn't pull away. She was amazed as he grew even more and feared choking as his cock neared the back of her throat.

'Faster,' he ordered, and when she didn't comply straight away, he put a hand on her ears and began to fuck her face in quick, even strokes, the head of his shaft practically touching his tonsils as he used her mouth like a cunt. Lost in the moment and weak to the point she could hardly steady herself on the floor, she let herself be used and, out of embarrassment, tried not to gag.

Just when she thought he was going to break her neck, Marcus held her head still over the tip and spurted cum right down her throat. She spluttered but he merely held her closer and she was forced to swallow the surprise shots of jizz as they jetted down her throat. When she began to choke, he let go and she pulled her head back. Still spluttering, she looked up at him. He smiled, and let a final string of cum fall on her face. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life.

'Clean me up,' he ordered, and added, 'cleaning woman.'

Humiliated, Li Ming used her tongue to remove all traces of cum from his cock and a droplet from his pants. He pushed her away before he got hard again. She slumped down on the floor, somehow unable to move. Her throat was slightly sore, the corners of her mouth more so. She swallowed the remains of the tangy liquid and went to wipe the cum off her face with a shirt sleeve, which he stopped her from doing, but said nothing.

She looked down guiltily then shut her eyes, as if holding back tears. Marcus knew, if he wanted to see her again, he would have to leave it at that for tonight. When she looked up again, she was relieved to find he had put his now soft rod back in his pants and had zipped them up. A nod from him indicated she was allowed to leave, which she did in a hurry and even neglected to stack the dishwasher. He noted this before leaving and considered reprimanding her some other time.

Friday was casual day. Marcus wore Versace jeans and an Armani shirt, giving the impression he had just thrown on some expensive clothing which happened to be lying around. Tonia had on a skimpy denim skirt, tits spilling out of her tank top and on her feet were red stiletto sandals with straps wound about the ankle. He wasn't impressed with her tarty appearance and would have much preferred the business woman look from the day before, but he fucked her anyway during lunch, and again after lunch. She was always especially eager for sex on Fridays, in preparation for a weekend of cock from strangers. She assured Marcus that apart from him, she always used a condom. He had his doubts, and had regular STD checks at the clinic. Even if he'd had genuine feelings for his PA, he wouldn't have wanted a relationship with her. Tonia enjoyed acting like a whore and would be the last to deny it. Anyway, she certainly did not believe in having a monogamous relationship.

After work, she invited him out for drinks, which he declined. She was unusually persistent, so he asked her why.

'Well,' she said, 'I have a friend who's really into anal sex and I thought I might hook you two up.'

Marcus was about to say no, but offered to call her later that evening if his plans fell through, though he would not tell her what plans.

'Okay, then,' she smirked, heading towards the door. 'See you later, I hope.'

After nearly everyone had left, he opened his desk drawer and had a look at the toys inside, wondering if he would get the chance to use them again. He then filed away the week's documents and started reading his personal e-mail, when he heard a knock at the door. He checked the time and it was only a quarter past five. He hadn't heard the vacuum cleaner and there were still a few people in the office, so he thought it must be one of them.

'Come in,' he said.

It was Li Ming, in her usual work attire. She slipped in and shut the door behind her, leaning against it.

'What is it?' he asked cautiously, certain she would tell him she'd quit her job.

Unable to look him in the eye, she whispered, 'I... don't know.'

He knew.

'Strip for me,' he said.

She hesitated for only a few seconds before beginning to unbutton her shirt. For the first time, he saw just how tiny she was. Her bra could only be for decoration – her breasts were that small. The shirt fell off her shoulders and to the floor, exposing a seemingly underdeveloped body.

'Are you sure you go to uni?' he asked. 'You hardly look old enough for high school.'

'I'm 19,' she said, hurt.

'Then take off your jeans.'

First, she removed the utility belt around her waist, then bent down to untie her plain canvas shoes. She slowly unbuttoned her jeans, letting them fall to her ankles and stepping out of them. He was in awe at the prepubescent-looking figure in front of him, in a lilac cotton bra and matching panties. They were obviously cheap and well worn; Marcus made a mental note to buy her something more flattering, but not silk or lace or anything like that, not wanting to detract from her girlishness. He wondered how her nearly curve-free figure could turn him on, but there he was, rock hard, and he would do anything to get inside her.

He peeked out of the blinds and made sure there was no one else left in the office. People often stayed until late during the week, but come Friday, unfinished work generally stayed unfinished until Monday.

There was a low-backed antique armchair which was usually stood in the corner of the office by the window. He'd moved it to a more central position, in anticipation of this moment.

Still wearing her underwear, he called her to him. She shook, but not with cold, as he took the hand-cuffs out of the drawer.

'Put your hands out in front of you,' he said.

She did so, and he cuffed her securely, knowing the soft fur wouldn't be painful. She had noticed the key in the drawer as well, and, not knowing they were only toy cuffs and could be removed without it, panicked, but it was too late, so she said nothing. He led her to the armchair and had her stand behind it. He picked her up effortlessly and put her face down in the seat, ass high up in the air, legs dangling down the back and socks barely touching the floor. She didn't resist when he spread her thin legs apart, or when he tied each ankle to the back legs of the armchair. They both knew there was no one else left in the office, and even if she had been able to move, she couldn't have stopped him if she tried. And if she screamed, he would silence her with the ball gag.

Marcus worked in silence, enjoying the hot little Asian girl before him. Unlike Tonia, he was compelled to be gentle with her. More than anything, he wanted Li Ming to want him. He yearned to hear her beg – in broken English – for him to stuff his cock in her dripping cunt.

She breathed heavily as strong hands stroked her legs, first the calves, then higher up until he reached her inner thighs. She felt his breath and his stubble scratched against her silky smooth skin. He groped a handful of what would have been her ass if she had one and slipped her panties down, exposing her dark hairy bush which looked like it had never been trimmed, proving she was in fact a grown woman. This would not do. Without looking at her, he went to his desk and took out a pair of scissors, making sure she saw a brief glint of metal and nothing else. She gasped and began to ask a question, but stopped after the first syllable. He pressed the point gently into the back of her thigh, just enough to leave a mark.

'Did you know, Li Ming,' he said, slowly, scissors playing on her flesh, 'that you forgot to load the dishwasher last night?'

He waited while she considered this.




After Hours Ch. 01



'I'm sorry,' she said sincerely, 'I'll do them tonight, after –'

'I know you will,' he said, 'because you'll have a reminder.'

Very slowly, he began to etch words into her thigh. She winced.

'Don't... forget... to... do... the... dishes...' he articulated as he carved, mostly only scratching but occasionally drawing blood.

'There,' he said, and twisted the point in for a full stop.

The pain wasn't unbearable, but she was stinging, and could not understand why he would want to treat her so cruelly when she was so willing. She wondered whether it was her overeagerness that led him to mutilate her, and also if his PA had been punished for her own promiscuity the same way; after all, she had seen the gag and the anal lube, and she wasn't completely clueless. She considered this would be her fate as well. It suddenly dawned on her, that was why she'd come here, which excited her but simultaneously filled her with shame.

In two quick snips, her panties were on the floor. Marcus leaned forward and spread her ass cheeks, staring at her puckered hole and the tiny cunt underneath. She remained completely still as he trimmed off all her pubic hair. She looked so young, he almost felt guilty himself for wanting her so badly.

For the first time, a tongue licked Li Ming's pussy. She had masturbated in the past, but nothing compared to his lips against her slit as he lapped her up. He avoided her clit, waiting for her to beg him to suck it, but she never did. She was groaning and trying to shove the little button in his face but could hardly move; it was all she could do to support her chin so the blood didn't rush to her head. Marcus gorged himself on the little Asian hole in front of him, spreading her lips wide open to see her hymen perfectly in tact, prodding at it gently with his tongue as her juices covered his face. He could tell one flick of her clit would have her soaring over the edge, and her embarrassment to say anything about it made him even hornier. He gathered her juices and began to spread them on her asshole, but she was too preoccupied trying to make herself cum to notice. Still eating her pussy, he slowly began inserting his index finger up her butt, enjoying the tightness around it. Li Ming had let her head fall forwards and was practically delirious with the need to cum that although she noticed the intrusion, it wasn't very uncomfortable yet so she hardly cared. But when she felt something small and plastic inserted in that forbidden hole, she began to panic. He's going to put lubricant in my ass, she thought, unable to speak. She tried, but the words wouldn't come out, as if in a dream, but the discomfort was very real. What happened next took her completely by surprise.

Marcus had come prepared this time. He'd bought an enema kit and was pumping warm water up Li Ming's rectum. At first it would feel pleasant, they had told him, and then the cramps would start. It's important to keep empty the entire bag and hold it for as long as possible. Repeat until water is clear.

She sobbed silently as her body filled with liquid, cramped beyond relief, yet her cunt was on fire as he continued to attend to it. He was amazed to see the bag had completely emptied itself in her small body. 

'Hold it in until I tell you and I might let you cum,' he said.

She was desperate, and held her ass tight until he tilted the armchair backwards slightly and allowed her to expel the fluid in a bucket. She could only imagine what it must look like and despite the pain, she felt even more humiliated that he had just watched her shit. In her mind, she begged him to now let her cum. Instead, she felt the tube go up again.

'One more time,' he said, 'then you can cum.'

She winced, but this time was not as bad. Marcus was satisfied when the water came out mostly clear.

As promised, he put his mouth on her cunt and sucked on her clit. His prediction had been correct and within seconds she exploded in his mouth and he enjoyed her sweet virgin juices. 

She had no idea that he had undressed in the mean time and it took a moment to realise what it was rested on her arse crack. As her post-orgasmic panting eased, the silence was broken by a squirting of lubricant, first on his cock, then around and inside her slightly loosened anal passage. He could already tell she was tighter than Tonia, but had already come twice that day and hoped this time would last longer.

He wanted to tell her to relax, but in the mean time she would be extra tight, and she would learn soon enough. He eased his cock through the tiny anal ring. She resisted, but had nowhere to go. It was hurting him, so she must have been in even more pain, and still she was silent. While she hadn't said no, she certainly hadn't said yes. This was practically rape.

Marcus pulled out and spread her Chinese butt-cheeks far apart, the single eye winking at him. He pushed determinedly, this time going in steadily rather than pulling in and out like he had with Tonia. Li Ming was about a third the size of him and when he looked down to find himself balls deep in her ass, he wondered how the hell he had fit in there. She was so incredibly tight he could hardly move. He slid out once completely to make sure she wasn't bleeding, and then reinserted his shaft in one slow stroke, gradually picking up the pace. He reached around one leg to her cunt and began to play with it as he fucked her ass. Groans of pain turned into moans of pleasure and soon he was pumping in and out of her anus and her eager pussy bucked to meet his expert fingers as they rubbed and squeezed her clit. To her amazement, she was about to have an orgasm with a cock up her butt. He thrust harder and faster and his fingers played her hole like a violin. The sperm rose and he went in as far as he could go, emptying his seed deep in her rectum. Li Ming came moments later all over his balls, head hanging, panting and dizzy.

He stood back and watched droplets of cum ooze out of her ass. In a moment of clarity, he worried about it getting on the carpet, so reached for the bucket previously used for her enemas. But then he had another idea.

Hot sperm dribbled out of Li Ming's anus into a scotch glass until it was a quarter full. Marcus set it on the bookshelf behind him and proceeded to untie her. She had to be carried to the couch, where he had spread out the throw in anticipation. Her head was on the armrest, legs spread more than looked normal after they had been in that position for so long. She was nearly unconscious as he unhooked her bra and put each small breast entirely in his mouth. Anything bigger would have looked out of place on her childlike physique.

He dressed himself, then approached with the party filled glass and put it to her lips. She drank without opening her eyes, and if she knew what she was drinking, she didn't seem to care. Marcus watched with pleasure as his Asian fuck-toy gulped down the cum freshly deposited in her shithole. He considered he could have easily taken her cherry that afternoon as well, but by the way things were going, there was certainly plenty of time for that.

At his desk, he waited for her to recover. What was left of her clothes was neatly folded on the other armrest. The panties were there too, cut through, so she left them. She had her back turned to Marcus and felt his eyes on her as she dressed.

She left without looking at him once and walked awkwardly to the tea room where she loaded the dishwasher. During this time he left, leaving his office door wide open, and waited outside the department's entrance until the vacuum cleaner started. He smiled, and went downstairs.

He was on his way to the car, when the security guard stopped him and tried to make conversation. Normally, Marcus would smile and keep walking, but Cliff was a big bloke and all muscle, so he stopped and answered questions as politely but briefly as possible. He was looking forward to meeting up with Tonia's anal loving friend and wanted to go home and shower.

'You don't happen to have time for a coffee, Mr Valanidis?' Cliff asked.

There was something about his tone that made Marcus think if he said no there would be black widow spiders in his desk drawers on Monday.

They walked into the security office and Cliff made two cups.

'How do you like your coffee, Marc?' he asked. 'Oh, is it alright if I call you Marc?'

'Marc is fine,' he lied, 'and just black with two sugars thanks.'

Cliff babbled about sports as he prepared the coffee and Marcus feigned interest, but he'd stopped listening a long time ago.

'...and then I was looking at the security tapes –' he was saying.

Marcus cut him off. 'There are security tapes?'

'Yeah,' he replied, somewhat angrily, 'that's what I've been saying. You'd be amazed at what some people do when they think no one's watching.' Pause. 'Well, you probably wouldn't be as amazed as some...'

Marcus realised very quickly there was no point pretending.

'Where is this going?' he asked, making an effort to keep calm.

'I won't play games with you, Marc.'

'Good.'

'I just want a piece of the action. And so does Duncan.'

'Who's Duncan?'

'Dunc's the other security guard. He's here nights. He... reviews the tapes.'

Marcus cringed inwardly. They had been watching for months, probably getting off on his lovemaking escapades with Tonia, and now Li Ming.

'I still don't understand why you're approaching me,' he said. 'Tonia is easy enough and I'm sure she wouldn't turn you down if you bought her a couple of drinks.'

'Done that,' Cliff grinned.

Marcus stared blankly, not revealing what was going on in his head.

'To be honest, I think Li Ming would be up to it,' he said.

'Who's that?' asked Cliff.

'Oh, that's Marilyn.'

'Oh. I sense a 'but' at the end of that statement,' said Cliff, squinting.

'Well, the 'but' is, not yet. Soon, perhaps, but not right now. Meanwhile, how about you just keep taping?'

Cliff smiled. 'Oh, we never switch off the CCT.'



After Hours Ch. 02



When Marcus arrived home, he called Tonia's mobile phone. There was loud music in the background which told him she was already at the club, and her giggling before she even said hello meant she was tipsy, and it wasn't even 8 o'clock yet.

'Hi!' she said. 'Are you still up for tonight? If the answer's yes, you'd better get your ass down here soon because Marianne is beating them off with a stick.'

'Just as long as that's all she's beating them off with,' he said. Tonia laughed at his lame joke and he could tell she was beyond just tipsy.

After a quick shower and shave, Marcus caught a taxi to the nightclub rather than take his own car, so he wouldn't have to stay sober enough to drive. It was 9 o'clock and there was already quite a queue. Once inside, it didn't take long to find Tonia and Marianne; they were at the bar surrounded by guys. He deftly elbowed his way through the testosterone filled crowd and greeted both girls with a kiss. It seemed Tonia had forgotten about their last intimate encounter, at least momentarily, and was back to being her overly friendly self.

The music was too loud to carry a conversation so they walked out to one of the balconies where they all lit up. The lighting there was better and as Marcus made small talk with Marianne, he was giving her a score in his head. She was only a few inches shorter than him, and while he preferred his women to be more compact he didn't miss the practicality of sex with a woman so close to his own height. She said she was 28, which looked about right. This counted as old in his books, but her slim yet curvy figure made up for it, the clinging dress she wore showing off her toned bronze limbs. Her face was plain and she didn't wear much makeup, but she had a mischievous smile and her eyes were lusty. Tonia was happy to be chatted up by other guys as Marianne and Marcus got to know each other better.

He found she was an office manager at a law firm, had an apartment in the city not far from there, which she looked forward to showing him.

They left Tonia to be flirted with by two Lebanese guys, and went to the dance floor. Marianne ground her butt against Marcus's groin more than was appropriate for so early in the night and they attracted some stares. He decided to test her limits and reached between them and under her dress, not surprised to find she wasn't wearing any panties. He didn't even bother to check whether her pussy was wet, which he was sure it would be, and went straight for her behind. He circled her completely hairless hole with his fingers as she tried to sit on them. Her back still turned to him, Marianne reached behind her and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned her head back and whispered into his ear, 'You're gonna fuck me there tonight, you're gonna cream inside my tight ass with that big cock I've heard so much about. What do you think of that?'

'I think I don't want to wait.'

He led her to the men's bathroom, neither of them caring whether there was anyone in there or not, took her into one of the stalls. There wasn't much room, so she stood with her legs spread over the toilet and facing the wall and leaned down with her arms on the cistern. Marcus easily lifted her dress up as he unzipped his pants without taking them off. He was already hard and watching the slutty girl he'd just met half an hour ago bending over in the dirty public toilet made him even hornier and all he wanted to do was shove his cock up her filthy hole.

'Fuck me, please fuck me,' she panted, cheek pressed against the disgusting wall.

He slid the length of his cock along her pussy, purposefully rubbing it against her clit as he used her juices to moisten his thick rod, which was easy enough. He then spread her cheeks wide and positioned the tip against her puckered hole. The thick purple head slid in easily so he slammed the rest into her in one go, pushing her right against the wall so hard that she winced as her neck twisted painfully. Marcus didn't miss a beat as he fucked her ass hard and fast in long strokes, letting the friction make up for the looseness.

'Clench that hole you loose bitch,' he ordered.

Panting, 'Just back up a bit –'

'For fuck's sake if you don't tighten up I'll fuck you against this wall all night,' he lied, only minutes away from cumming.

She did as she was told and soon Marcus was emptying his balls deep into her steaming ass.

'Bastard, you didn't even wait for me to come,' she said between her teeth, her neck still too sore to be able to get up.

'Oh, sorry,' he said sarcastically. In one fluid movement he lifted her dress up over her shoulders and covered her head with it. She was too weak to resist and knew that even if she tried he would just force her back down. Restraining her with one hand, he opened the stall door and peered out. There was one man approaching the urinals, about 30, fat and unshaven, Marcus wondered how he had even been let into the club. In the quiet of the bathroom he had heard the woman's complaint and was chuckling to himself. The fat man had turned to see Marcus half out of the stall.

'Need a hand?' he asked, reading his mind. 

Marcus nodded.

'OK, I'll be with you in a minute,' he said and pulled out his cock to pee.

'Why wait?' grinned Marcus.

The fat man grinned back and walked towards the stall. Marcus stepped out completely and let him take his place. He was so large that with the two of them in there, there wasn't enough room left to shut the stall door. He looked at her dirty ass dripping cum and sprayed it with his urine, then plunged the small but thick piece of meet into her hole and douched her some more. She was plugged tight and hardly dribbled until he manoeuvred her so she was squatting over the toilet bowl though still facing the wall. He pulled out of her and she let out a spray of urine mixed with cum and faecal slime. Now content that she was clean, he began to drill her back hole with his cock, quickly but not roughly, so that her head no longer banged against the wall and while she could not see who was fucking her, began to enjoy the much needed stimulation of her sensitive ass, and tried to get what little there was of him as deep inside her slippery rectum as was possible. Marcus was content to wait in the next stall with the door closed, not wanting to go back and have Tonia find him without her and begin asking questions.

There was about a quarter of an inch of space at the back end of the wall separating the two stalls. Marcus peered through it and saw Marianne's covered head and heard her panting through it. Her face was only inches away, and he whispered through the opening, 'There's a dirty fat man with a tiny cock fucking your ass Marianne. He just gave you a piss enema to get my cum and your shit out and now he's pounding you with his little wiener. And soon he's going to fill your used hole with his spunk and you're going to take it like the slut you are.'

For a while she said nothing, only panted, then, 'Don't stop. Tell me more.'

'He's so fat that he couldn't even get the stall door shut. He doesn't know what you look like and he thinks he's reaming your ass, he's giving you all he's got but that's not enough for you is it Marianne?'

'No...' she groaned.

'Do you want a nice big cock in your ass Marianne?'

'Yes… Please… Make me cum…' she begged.

'I don't want your slimy hole, Marianne. Has he filled you with his diseased cum yet?'

'No… He's close… I don't want his cum… Get him off me…' she pleaded, but didn't appear to make any attempt to push him away.

'Of course you want his cum. You love having your loose butt filled with jizz don't you Marianne?'

'I do… Oh fuck… He's cumming inside me… Oh fuck!' she screamed through the fabric, and shuddered to orgasm.

The fat man pulled out and Marcus walked out of the stall. He was wiping his slimy cock on her ass. As he did so he casually turned his pockmarked face to Marcus and said, 'Man, that slut comes so easy. Sloppiest lay I ever had, but thanks!' And with that he zipped up and walked off. Another man who had obviously been waiting his turn all along walked up and asked, 'Can I go too? I don't mind if she's loose.'

It was obvious why. This man wasn't fat all over like the one before him, but had a large build and a huge pot belly under his shirt. He was practically bald and his face was a stubbly mix of black and grey. He had enormous lips coated with spittle that was probably a permanent fixture; his nose was huge and looked ridiculous in front of those tiny eyes.

Marcus smiled and nodded his consent, as if it was his to give. The scruffy guy flopped out his cock which was large and almost as thick as the fat man's.

'I've never had a piss whore,' he said, and also shoved his cock in her ass, instantly filling it with urine. Marcus went back into the neighbouring stall and heard her cry in pain at the cramps, too weak to resist, too eager for a second orgasm to ask him to stop.

'This one probably hasn't had his dick in any hole for a long time,' he whispered through the opening. 'He's going to have a big creamy load for you, Marianne.'

She groaned relief as for the second time that night she expelled a combination of fluids into the bowl. The old guy immediately filled her again with his expanding cock, ploughing through her sphincter repeatedly until both their moans drew a greater crowd. Most watched unabashedly, at least for a while, and only the most desperate of the lot waited for a ride. Marianne took at least a dozen of them, exploding with one orgasm after another at the repulsive nature of the act. Her bowels were filled with the spunk and urine of reportedly disgusting strange men, who would never recognise her except bent forward over a toilet, and even as she begged them to leave her alone, she was finding it impossible to hide her pleasure.

When they heard the voice of the bouncer come to find out what the commotion was about, the crowd dispersed and Marcus swiftly joined Marianne in her stall, locking the door behind them. As the bouncer's footsteps came nearer, he clamped his hand over her mouth and flushed the toilet so that her panting, and not her cries for help, would not be heard. After he left, he pulled her dress down and off her head and sat her on the toilet where she practically collapsed. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, chest heaving, and the mischievous grin completely gone. He easily cradled her head to his chest as she caught her breath.

'After I clean up, take me home,' she whispered. 'I know you don't want to fuck me, but tell her you will. She can't know about this.'

'OK,' said Marcus.

He balanced her as she wiped herself off with toilet paper as best she could, then let him lead her out almost limping back to the club. As Tonia came towards them, Marianne clung to Marcus for support and smiled.

'We're going back to her place now,' he smiled. 'I trust you'll be able to make your own way home.'

Tonia winked. 'Of course, Mr Valanidis,' she said. 'See you Monday!' And with that she drunkenly stumbled off.

Marcus hailed a taxi and Marianne managed to whisper her address which he repeated to the driver. They were there within minutes and she handed him her bag, indicating the keys were inside. Her apartment was a studio, done up in rich earthy colours with candles and dim lamps scattered about, but otherwise it was mostly empty. There was a mirrored built-in along one wall with a large canopied bed opposite. He considered putting her in the bed and leaving her there, but there was something about the eager slut, now completely broken, that made him want to stick around. He was surprised to find he was horny, even after seeing her used by those ugly men.

It was easy enough finding the bathroom because there was only one other door inside the apartment. It was small, with a half-size corner bath and combined shower. He put the toilet seat down and sat her on it as he filled the tub with warm water. In the meantime, he went back out and turned on the stereo he'd seen earlier, inserting an R&B top 40 CD, turned off the main lights and turned on one of the lamps.

'You reek of sweat and piss and sex,' he told her as he took off what little clothes she had on.

'Did you enjoy watching those disgusting men fuck me in the toilet?' she asked sleepily.

'Yes,' he replied, surprised at her question as well as his response.

'Good.'

Marcus easily carried Marianne to the bathtub and lowered her into the steamy water. As the music played softly in the background, he soaped her limbs, then shampooed and conditioned her hair. All the while she sat there, relaxed, watching him through half-closed eyes, a thin smile on her lips. He wondered why he was not enjoying her surrender, and realised this was because she had already been broken. Her inner turmoil over the acts of depravity she was enslaved to was obvious. She was unwilling, but resigned, and far from innocent. But he would fuck her anyway, insert his cock between those pouting lips, if only to remove the smile that showed the world that she'd chosen this life for herself. He would force his meat down her throat and wipe away the lie that let her face herself in the mirror each morning.

The water had cooled and he helped her out of the tub, towelled her dry as she leaned on the bathroom counter.

'Can you walk to the bed?' he asked when she was mostly dry.

'I don't think so,' she said, weakly.

'Then crawl.'

Without a word, she slinked down the side of the counter and brought her hands to the floor. The first few movements across the tiles weren't graceful, but she soon had her balance and slowly made her way to the bed, where Marcus was already waiting with his pants undone. Without needing to be told, she put her mouth over his stiffening member and tried to suck but was still having difficulty holding herself up. This didn't bother him as he held onto the sides of her head and brought it up and down.

He shot his load down her throat, quickly, without ceremony. Having regained some of her strength, she lay on the bed cleaning the cum out of her teeth with her tongue. Marcus zipped himself up and walked towards the door.

'Will I see you again?' she asked.

'Probably not,' he said, without turning around.

'Oh.'

The door clicked shut behind him. He went down to the main street and hailed a taxi home, and slept soundly.

He spent Saturday stocking up at the adult shop, then watching pornos for inspiration. The next day he went to the children's clothing department at the mall and bought several pairs of girls' panties and training bras for Li Ming. His favourite was lavender in colour and made of cotton with a lace frill. The top was bra-shaped but without adjustable straps or hooks, not designed to enhance or flatter, but he masturbated over them anyway before putting his purchases in the washing machine.

Monday couldn't come soon enough. Marcus arrived at work early to set up his things, was greeted by Cliff who grinned at him conspiratorially.

As was usual for the first day after the weekend, Tonia arrived almost half an hour late, makeup caked on to hide the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. Today she wore a miniscule lime green skirt and a sheer lemon yellow tank top through which a lacy push-up bra was visible. The accompanying straw-coloured platform sandals complimented the ice-cream cone look Marcus was convinced she was going for.

She walked into his office soon before lunch to ask him about Friday night.

'I don't know what you did to her,' she said, smirking, 'but on Saturday night she was still too tired to go out. I can't say that many guys have succeeded in wearing Marianne out, so well done!'

Marcus sat down on the armchair as he fabricated a story about his night with her friend. Tonia stood in front of him, supporting herself with her back to the wall as she spread her legs and fingered herself standing up. Her skirt rode up higher as she continued, until he found himself aroused and pulled his stiffening cock out of his pants. When he was done telling her about Friday at Marianne's apartment, he rolled on a condom and motioned for her to approach him. She stumbled towards him, moments from orgasm, and squatted facing him on his lap, enveloping him with her sopping snatch.

He ran his fingers through the underside of her hair and gripped firmly, guiding her up and down on his meat. Occasionally she would wrap her legs under the armchair to bring herself close to him, but his hands holding her hair forced on her a rhythm not fast enough to make her come. She reached behind her into his pants and played with his balls until they tightened. He impatiently lifted up her top and pulled down the cups of her bra, mashing her tits with his strong hands until she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out. The rough material of his pants rubbed harshly against her clit, and as he picked up the pace and her nub doubled in size, the discomfort increased while her orgasm drew nearer, and she exploded around his shaft. He stuffed her shirt into her mouth to stifle her moans and continued to bounce her on his lap for another minute until he also came. Tonia put one hand on her clit, now rubbed raw, and lifted herself off his softening cock.

He zipped his pants and waited for her to straighten up, then they went out for a late lunch.

After work, Marcus waited until everyone had gone home, and went to make sure he had everything ready. At 5:30, she knocked softly on his door. He had not heard the vacuum cleaner, but had seen her come in through the blinds in his office.

'Clean up first, then come here,' he said commandingly.

'Yes, Sir,' came the timid reply.

Half an hour later, she knocked again.

'Come in.'

He was still seated at his desk, distractedly making up a draft for next week's presentation. He did his best to conceal his excitement as he glanced casually at the young Asian girl in the oversized work shirt. Knowing they were being watched, he figured he might as well give the horny security guy a show. He went back to ignoring her.

Unsure, she closed the door behind her and waited for a sign from him. Five minutes – agonizing for them both – passed, and then she began to remove her clothes. She wasn't really stripping, because there was nothing erotic about taking off her shoes, then her top, utility belt and jeans. And yet, Marcus was almost fully erect by the time she was down to her well worn panties and bra.

'Your underwear is old and ugly,' he said, still not looking up. 'There are new ones on the couch.'

She picked her clothing up off the ground where it had fallen and brought them to the sofa where she folded it neatly. The man's indifference was humiliating. She thought of ways to get his attention but was too embarrassed to be forward. She thought he must be bored with her, and considered getting dressed and leaving.

Instead, she unhooked her bra and slipped off her panties, then walked tentatively to his desk and crawled under it, dropping them as noisily as possible into the bin. Li Ming played his game with him, ignoring him, being careful to not so much as brush up against his leg as she went back to put on the new underwear.

Marcus turned around just long enough to notice her hesitation when she found the underwear which was obviously meant for a child. He smirked as she put them on, but his face was straight again once she turned to him. He wanted to fuck here there and then, knew she'd be willing to let him fuck any of her holes.

Finally he got up and approached her, towering over her small naked frame, fully clothed in his business suit. She looked young and fragile, but he didn't hesitate when he roughly took her by the wrist and walked her to the window. There was a half metre high wall in front of it along that side of the room. He pulled off her panties and left them to dangle off one ankle, brought her to a kneeling position on the low surface and she turned just enough to see him holding a nozzle attached to a bag filled with clear liquid. Li Ming realised this was what he had used to give her an enema last week, and cringed at the thought of what was going to happen. She wondered why he wanted to cause her pain even though she had never refused him and did not deserve punishment. But then she also could not understand why she let him do it, why she didn't just leave and not come back. He wouldn't have stopped her. Maybe wanting him to treat her this way was in itself worthy of punishment.




After Hours Ch. 02



Things to do:

1. Call Sofia re: mailings

2. Talk to boss about taking next Monday off

3. Find my mug

4. Clean desk if it will help me find my mug

5. Review quarterly reports

6. Review quarterly reports

7. Review quarterly reports

8. Jerk off in the bathroom....?

That's it. That's when I know I've reached my limit. I'm making lists for myself of what I need to do instead of actually doing it. This is how I procrastinate, now that I've realized that the boss knows I tend to play FreeCell and chew on my hair when I'm bored and I don't feel like doing any work.

Earlier today, I was in the middle of one of my very intimate FreeCell sessions, making sure that each card went where it was supposed to go and pressing F2 to start a new game whenever I got frustrated. All of a sudden I felt a warm hand on my back. It belonged to El Bosso.

"Miranda," he said. "When will you get those reports in to me?"

I swiveled in my desk chair to look up at him. "Ummm.... I'm working on it."

"I see you're working on a pretty intense string of FreeCell games right now."

"Indeed," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I want them by 3. I have client meetings the rest of the afternoon and I don't want to have to stay any later than I have to. I want to give them a once-over before I go home to the wife and kids. Got it?"

"Got it," I said.

Matt Hutchins, my boss, struck me as exactly that—a wife and kids kind of guy. He wasn't particularly handsome—wide-shouldered, yes, but his hairline had receded like a sea at low tide and his whole head of hair was thinning. My friends and I always judged dick length based on both width of shoulders and amount of hair, and, in Matt's case, I was not sure if the two cancelled each other out or if one was more overpowering than the other.

But today was not the kind of day to think about such things. Today was, in fact, a terrible day. An awful day. A terrible, horrible, no-good very-bad day, to steal a title from one of my favorite children's books. Hannah was continuing to act as though I was invisible. I saw her making copies earlier today, and, as I went to get myself some coffee, made a quick grab at her breasts. She gave me a look like I was death myself.

"Come on," I said. "Nobody saw."

Hannah continued to stare at me for a few more shameful seconds, and then proceeded to look down at the Xerox machine.

"What's up with you and Hannah?" my coworker Andrew asked later on.

"Nothing, nothing," I said, but it was clear from the tone of my voice that that wasn't true.

"Really. Something I should know about?"

"Just guy stuff, Andrew. It will take care of itself."

Technically, it wasn't a lie. Hannah and I did share Jared with each other only a few days ago, and I did believe the matter would take care of itself. Just like there are people who can stop smoking for a few days and can't really ever quit, Hannah, I believed, is human, and though she might be angry at herself or at me now she'll eventually come back around, on her knees, begging for more.

I was in the middle of this fantasy, this Hannah, at my knees, powerless, begging, and my pussy started to quiver the slightest bit. Shit, I thought to myself. Not now. Work time. Gotta work. And that's when I started making the to-do list.

***

When I work, and I actually sit down and do it, I'm actually very expedient, because I was able to get done what I wanted to get done, or at least most of it. I had been able to get the reports that Matt wanted in by 3, and even though he claimed to have client meetings the rest of the day he was still able to come over and dump another pile of stuff on my desk. It was already 4:30, near quitting time, and I was planning for a date with my vibrator.

"I want these done," Matt said to me. "And I want them done tonight."

"But Matt..."

"I don't care. You were fooling around for the first three hours of work today, certainly you can't expect to leave here without making those last three hours tonight."

I looked at him with the most pleading eyes I could make. "Please? I mean..."

"No excuses," Matt said, and walked away.

"He sure is a shitbag, that one," said my deskmate Chloe. "I didn't think he was going to be that hard on ya."

"It's okay, I'll get it done," I said. "Shit happens, but if I put up too much of a fight, it will only get worse."

***

I watched all of my friends leave the office, one by one. There's this office-leaving ritual: first, you shut down your computer. Then, you breath a sigh of relief, because you won't have to stare at a screen any more for the rest of the day. Then, you kind of shuffle whatever papers you still have on your desk into your briefcase, and then you make your way to the coatrack to get your things together. As you're about to walk out of the office's glass doors, you make an informal wave goodbye at the rest of the crew still there.

Hannah left first. Then Jim and Robert left together, then Chloe, then Andrew. Our office is small, but mighty.

Andrew did us the favor of turning off the overhead lights, so now only a dim of the fluorescent was left. Working with all of my co-workers is nice, but working in an empty office, a darkened, empty office, and a darkened, empty office against a night sky is just unbearable.

I began to make myself some tea to cope with the night ahead (I had cleaned my desk, so I was able to find my mug), when I saw Matt appear at his doorway, his toned ass up against the frame of the door. "Can I see you in my office for a minute?" he said. 

"Sure, Matt, I actually had a question for you anyways."

"Absolutely, come in and take a seat. What is it you wanted to ask me?"

Matt went around to his side of the desk and sat down too, just to show me who was boss, and he put his elbows on his leather inkblotter and laced his fingers together. His office décor was sparse, his having recently transferred, but I did note some little league trophies on his bookshelf. No pictures, as far as I could see.

"I just wanted to know.... If I could take Monday off?"

"For what reason?"

"A family reunion in Memphis."

"We'll see," Matt said. "We are a very very busy company this time of year and I don't know if I can do that."

"But Matt, I'm already working late tonight and I'd be willing to work other late nights to get ahead so I can give myself Monday...."

"I don't know," Matt said, sounding entirely unconvinced. "We'll see," he said.

I sighed. There's nothing I hate more than a bureaucratic dope.

"Anyway, now that that—issue—was covered, I do have an issue of my own."

"What is it?"

"One of our staff members informed me that you use the bathrooms here for... inappropriate uses."

I went beet red. Hannah must have snitched! Not only had I lost a friend, I now was also dangerously close to losing a job, or at least causing myself humiliation! I was red and trembling and about to cry. My teeth were chattering and I couldn't even look at my hands, they were trembling so much.

"At least it's true," Matt said, and laughed.

He went on: "You must know that what you're doing is highly inappropriate for the workplace and that I must ask you to stop. I don't care about the nature of what you are doing in there, what I care about, as your supervisor, is that when you're working, you are working, and I don't want excess distraction from the tasks at hand. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," I said.

"If my boss were here right now, watching this scenario, this is what he would want to hear me say. Yes?"

"Yes," I said again, and began to get up from my seat.

"Not so fast, I'm not done with this conversation yet. One more thing."

"What is it?"

Matt closed the blinds. "I want you to take your pants off."

And all of a sudden the thrill returned.

"I want you to take your panties off, and I want you to lie on my desk, ass up, facing the window. You've been a bad girl, and now you're gonna get spanked like no other."

I did as told, and laid myself down on his desk. I had been jerking off in the bathroom the whole time at work, I didn't imagine that real-life office sex would be what I dreamed of.

Matt opened his desk drawer and took out a whip. I was surprised that he kept one handy.

"I gotta ask one question before we start, though."

"What is it."

"Tell me that you want it."

"I want it," I said. And I meant it.

"Do you?"

"I want it!"

"I don't believe you.

"I WANT IT!!!!!!!" I shrieked. And I really did. My pussy was about to explode with temptation.

The first few whacks were soft and sexy, just like a little pinch. He alternated butt cheek to butt cheek, just playing with me.

"How much do you like this?"

"I like it a lot."

"Really?" The whipping stopped.

"Really," I said.

"If you like this, I'm going to come around to the other side, and you're going to lift up your head and kiss my cock. You're going to fucking worship it."

He came around to the other side and I found that my head met his cock nicely. I put his head in my mouth, gave it a soft lick and a kiss, and found that he had a cock to be worshipped. Not too big, not too small, but well-tended, and, if I may say so, handsome and smooth. His pubes were golden.

"How much do you like this cock?" he asked.

"I love it," I said.

"You do?"

"Love it."

"Show me that love and deep throat me. Now, bitch!"

I did what I was told and found such pleasure from consuming his manhood and suckling it that I began to wriggle a little on the table.

"You're liking it?"

I purred in agreement/

"From now on, you call me Boss, bitch, and you're to do whatever I tell you to do."

I nodded my head, which started me bobbing up and down on his dick.

"You're too good at this. You're killing me," he said softly, and out of character.

He hadn't yet come before he put his hand on my forehead, motioning me to stop.

"You look flexible," he said.

"I was a gymnast."

"In that case I want you to sit on my desk and spread yourself nice and wide."

I did what I was told; I pushed myself forward on the desk and spread myself out at the edge facing his chair, being sure not to knock into his computer monitor. He sat down in his office chair.

"And next time, fucking wear sexy panties. These cotton ones remind me of the ones my wife wears."

I was a bit ashamed. My panties were thongs, after all, and they were pink and cotton. Not bad, could be sexier, but come on, who expects this on a normal day of work?

My anger didn't stop me from putting my legs together so that he could take them off of me.

I spread my legs again, and my warm and pulsating clit felt a few moments of cool air before Matt buried his entire face into me. Most guys try to be gentlemanly when they're eating downtown—but not Matt, Matt went after me like a lion after its food. If he could have stuck his whole head inside of me, he would have. His tongue on its way up to my g-spot and his nose against my clit, he began to fuck my with the slithering of his tongue and also buck his head into me while drawing me forward by slipping his hands underneath my butt cheeks and pressing me in.

The feeling was too much... his fingers splayed again my butt cheeks, pinching them, bringing them forward seemed almost like childish play, while his tongue was as knowledgeable about my pussy as a college professor. It kept on finding what I liked and it kept on doing it. Occasionally it would draw out to slurp on the rest of me—my lips and my flesh. Matt slurped like a dog, but mine began to smell like one.

More and more I felt the heat, the pulse, intensify. It was brewing upwards into my belly, controlling my hearbeat, making my toes tingle. I got hotter and hotter and still felt nowhere near close to orgasm. All of a sudden Matt bit me, and not gently, either, and the pain from the bite was enough to send waves of pleasure into every cell of my body.

I made this choking noise, somewhere between a groan, a sigh, and a scream. My body was in his hands and he had all the control of it in the world.

He moved his hands away from my butt cheeks and began to lightly pinch my inner thigs. He started pinching at the outermost extremes and worked his way in, each time the pinches got a little bit harder, and the hardest pinch of all were my lips. Then he worked his way out, his hardest pinch my lips and the lightest pinch my knees. He did this a few times. It seemed cheesy, a little, like something he picked up in a magazine, but that he was able to do it while keeping his head buried inside of me was amazing, to say the least.

All of a sudden he slurped me again, and it is with that that I finally orgasmed. The heat that was inside of me was finally let out, and it was so intense that I had to lie down on his desk, my pussy in his face, for me to calm down. As I calmed down he blew on it lightly and traced his fingers around my lips and my abdomen.

I guess I had calmed down quite visibly, because the next words out of his mouth were, "Get back to work."

And he was serious.



After Hours Ch. 02



Joey had asked for some time off that next week, which meant I got to work with Robbie more on the night shift. I was somewhat relieved; Joey's actions had me reeling and not having to see him for a few days could help me sort out my thoughts. 

Later that night, Robbie and I were closing the store down, laughing and talking as we usually do. Robbie was being flirty with me, which was nothing new. We were great ones for dirty jokes, comments and sexual innuendo. I always felt comfortable with Robbie. 

I was in the back finishing up my paperwork, with Robbie waiting on me. He had finished up and clocked out moments ago, but refused to leave with me in the building alone. Joey usually did the same thing. Most guys their age don't care about my safety, they just want to go home right away and they whine if I ask them to stay and walk me out. 

Robbie leaned against the doorjamb, watching me intently. His gaze was making me uncomfortable, so I joked, "You find this entertaining?"

He smirked at me. "Yeah, you're so hot with that pencil in your hand."

He hesitated, then said, "What's up with you and my brother?"

I could feel my face turn red and I looked up at him. I really had no idea what to say. 

"I guess I'm kind of, attracted to him," I mumbled after a moment.

He took a step toward me. "What about me?" he asked, serious for once. "Are you attracted to me?"

I was surprised. Robbie must be jealous, I thought. I spoke quietly and truthfully.

"You know I love you to death, Robbie. I trust you more than anyone, really."

He took another step towards me. 

"Then how come you don't make out with me late at night after everyone has left?" 

The words came out rather harshly, and if I had felt embarrassed a moment ago, I was praying for the floor to open up and eat me alive just so I wouldn't have to answer his question.

I looked into his soft brown eyes, seeking the warmth and friendliness I always found there, but it was nowhere to be found. Robbie's jaw was set and he looked almost angry. 

"I didn't kiss Joey, he kissed me. And I'm not going to let him do it again; he just kind of pushed it on me." I felt a little guilty for placing all the blame on Joey; after all, I had enjoyed it and enabled his actions. 

Robbie leaned over and put his hands on my shoulders, and leaned in to kiss me. I pressed my lips tight and turned my head to stop him. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I couldn't. I had already let Joey have his way with me. If I kissed Robbie, too, and let him touch me, I'd look like a total slut. I had already messed things up so much, and I couldn't let it get any worse. 

"No, Robbie," I said softly. I didn't want to look at him. 

He said nothing and walked away. When we left for the night, he didn't even look at me; just got in his car and sped off with the tires spinning. I sighed as I climbed into my car and lit up a cigarette. I felt terrible. I felt guilty and a little ashamed of myself. 

I shouldn't have let Joey kiss me or touch me, no matter how good it felt. I was concerned that one of them would go back and say something, and I could lose my job. I had a requisition in to switch stores anyway; I was trying to get on as store manager at a location a little closer to home. All I could really do now was hope that they'd take me up on the transfer, and then I could leave all this mess behind.

The next few weeks passed. I had to work with both Joey and Robbie equally. Joey was no different than he always was, while Robbie remained sullen and icy towards me. He would still do as I asked him, but he made no attempt to talk or joke with me. My heart broke a little when I realized things wouldn't be the same between us. In a way, it was a good thing; on the other hand, I felt like I had lost a friend. 

It was a Sunday night. Joey and I were working together, uneventfully so far. I was almost convinced that things were all back to normal and maybe I wouldn't have to transfer stores after all.

It was time to lock the doors and I was in the middle of counting something. 

"Joey!" I called. "Will you lock the doors for me, please?"

I heard him grunt in reply and went back to finish my counts. Sunday nights were weekly inventory nights and it was a pain. I had to count every damn thing in the store. Geez, a first grader could come in here and do my job, I thought wryly as I finished up. I entered everything into the computer and finished up. I turned around and Joey was standing right fucking there, like an inch away. I jumped in surprise. How long had he been standing there, I wondered.

"Finished?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Good," he said. 

He grabbed me forcefully and kissed me. There was no wall to press against, but he held me tight with one hand encircling my wrist and the other buried in my hair. His tongue probed my mouth hungrily.

I needed to tell him to stop. He couldn't do this, not now. He had to stop.

I closed my eyes and returned his kiss. He could stop in a moment, I thought.

My body responded to his advances. Joey was probably the best kisser I'd ever had in my life. Briefly my mind went to Robbie, and the kiss I had denied him. My heart ached for a moment, and I imagined it was Robbie kissing me instead. The thought sent a thrill through my being, and I let him continue.

His mouth went to my ear, then my neck. His hands went under my shirt and loosened my bra, then his hands came back to cup my now bare breasts, using both thumbs to rub my nipples. I moaned into his mouth, and pressed my legs together. I was so wet and aroused. 

I head laughter. It wasn't Joey; his mouth was still firmly pressed against mine. I broke the kiss and looked up. Robbie was standing there, pointing his camera phone at us, smirking. My mouth opened in shock and I looked at Joey. His face wore the same expression as Robbie's. The shock wore off as I realized this had been planned. Joey must have let Robbie in when he locked the door. I had been set up. I pulled away from Joey and struggled to fix my bra. 

"What the fuck, guys?" I growled, my face burning with shame and embarrassment. 

"Well, well, Miss Boss Lady," Robbie gloated. "What have we here? Sexual acts in the workplace with a subordinate?" He shook his head. "Man, you could lose your job over this."

"It's not like that...what is your problem, Robbie?" I turned to Joey, seeking an explanation, but he just stood leaning against the wall, looking rather pleased with himself. "What is this all about? Joey started it, anyway. He has this habit of just grabbing me and kissing me."

"Yeah, you were really fighting back just now. Looked you absolutely hated it. Princess, the camera doesn't lie." Robbie held up his phone to show the video of Joey and I making out. I definitely wasn't showing any signs of resistance.

I felt sick to my stomach. "What do you want from me?" my voice was barely a whisper. 

Robbie's expression was cold. He stepped forward and grabbed me by the hair roughly. He leaned in and pressed his cheek to mine and spoke quietly in my ear.

"I want you. I've wanted you since I met you. I have been here for you and I have cared for you. Yet I'm nothing to you." He pulled back slightly and although his expression was emotionless, his eyes betrayed him. I could see pain and in that instant I realized how terribly I had fucked everything up. 

"No, Robbie, you're not nothing to me...." I wanted to explain, but now was not the time. He shook his head and continued his verbal tirade.

"I even tried to kiss you, but you refused. Instead you allow my brother to put his grimy hands on you and do what he wants with you. You fucking slut." He released his grip on me so suddenly that I stumbled. 

Tears came to my eyes. I hadn't realized that Robbie genuinely cared about me. I'd never have let Joey touch me if I thought Robbie had feelings for me and wanted to be with me. Really, Joey was just a poor girl's Robbie to me. I might not have even been attracted to him if he didn't remind me so much of his brother. 

"Robbie, how can you say that to me? Can't we talk about this? Please?" 

He snorted. "I'm glad you know how to beg, cause you'll be doing plenty of that tonight. Here's what's going to happen. We're going to your house. I had a friend drop me off, so I'll be riding in the car with you. I'll leave my cell phone locked here, in the safe, overnight. If we are both....satisfied...after tonight, then you can delete the video tomorrow night when you work. However, if we're not completely satisfied, I will claim the phone and I promise that everyone will see that video." 

I felt the blood drain from my face and my knees went weak. I knew right then and there I was in for a wild night.



After Hours Ch. 02



My Dear Readers,

Disclaimer:

What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.

Some spelling and grammatical errors are mine however some are intentional. Which is witch I leave as an exercise for those anal enough to care.

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Enjoy.

Dom Woolf





It was Friday night again; a week ago Friday, Carol had snuck into her husbands place of business for a little after hours surprise loving, only it was her and David that got the surprise when they got caught fucking in his tiny office by his boss Ms. Reynolds. Carol had thought that David would get fired for sure; Ms. Reynolds had other ideas. 

She had punished Carol, whipping her ass raw with a belt and fucked her husband before making Carol lick clean the cunt her husband just came in. She had promoted David and had ordered him and Carol come back to the David's new office this Friday night. Carol didn't know for sure what to expect but she was sure getting fucked again by Ms. Reynolds would be a part of it.

Carol had been a nervous wreck all week and David had been going in early and staying late every day this week so she hadn't even had a chance to talk to him about it.

Ms. Reynolds had ordered her to wear the same outfit as last week which had consisted of a trench coat, stocking and garters and some makeup and perfume. 

David had only made one comment to her this morning as he was leaving for work. "Ms. Reynolds asked that you be shaven clean this time. Sorry honey, I got to go."

Carol kept herself trimmed but had never shaved herself bald before. She spent a long while in the bath that afternoon before getting up the nerve to do the job. In her mind once she was shaved, she was consenting to do whatever her new mistress wanted and Carol guessed that she was.

She took a cab downtown just as the sun was setting and pulled up in front of the tall office building in full dark. This area of downtown was practically deserted after 6pm and Carol hurried across to the lobby doors. This time she would take the elevator as David's new office was on twenty seven.

Carol spent the time in the elevator checking her makeup and hair before putting a smile on her face as the lift came to a stop. Truth be told she was starting to get a bit wet in anticipation of the evening. Carol had never cheated on her husband before last Friday and believed he hadn't either, but if they were trapped and destined to be playthings for his boss, she couldn't say she actually minded. Last Friday had been intense and extremely enjoyable.

The doors opened and Carol could see the empty reception area with the big doors at one end leading into the swank executive offices. She wondered if she should just drop the coat in reception, after all she had already shown Ms. Reynolds everything she had last week. Carol decided to keep it on and let her new boss take the lead.

Carol opened the doors and slipped inside. The open area between offices was huge, much larger than she had anticipated and she could see David's name embossed on the door of the second to the last office. She walked down the long open space, glancing into each of the offices as she went. Each was a little bigger than the last and the furnishings were expensive woods and leathers with low lighting from individual lamps, not overhead fluorescents. 

She had just reached David's door when one of the two big doors at the far end opened and David looked out.

"Carol, thank god. I was beginning to worry. Quickly now, their waiting."

She hurried to David's side and slipped through the door before her mind caught up with David's statement. (Their waiting?) She stopped and looked around just as David closed the door and took her by the arm. This office was as large as all the rest and the reception area combined. It had a conference table, a sitting area with couches and chairs, a bar, a secretary's desk, and a huge mahogany desk right in front of the floor to ceiling windows that made up the entire end of the room. 

Carol could look out over the entire city and the bay beyond. It was a couple of moments before she even noticed the people standing near the desk. Ms. Reynolds she recognized of course, but the older man standing behind the desk and the flat out gorgeous young woman seated on the edge of the desk she didn't know at all.

Carol was suddenly very self conscious, and very afraid she had misunderstood what this evening was all about. She clutched the coat tighter around her.

"There she is, didn't I tell you David's little wife was just adorable." Ms. Reynolds waved her forward. Gregory, this is Carol. Carol, this is Gregory Manheim our boss and owner of the company. And this beautiful young woman is his executive assistant Helen.

Gregory Manheim stood at the introduction and extended his hand to Carol. He was a tall man, slightly graying at the temples with jet black hair worn just a bit longish. Carol could see he was a trim and athletic mid fifties with just the beginnings of a belly sag ruining the shape of his very expensive Armani suit.

His large hand enfolded hers and the large gold and diamond ring flashed as he lifted her hand to his lips. Helen just smiled and nodded at Carol without ever moving from her perch on the edge of the desk.

"David! Where are your manners? Remove the ladies coat." Gregory sat back down and smiled.

David jumped as if whipped from behind.

"I'm fine thank you." Carol stammered.

"Nonsense!" Ms Reynolds was suddenly in front of her. "You mustn't hide from us my dear. It wouldn't be polite after all the trouble we have gone through to arrange this little get together." Carol stared into the cold green eyes of the dark haired woman, her resistance melting away as the buttons of the trench coat were opened one by one. 

She felt David lift and remove the coat as Ms. Reynolds went back to her position beside the desk and suddenly she was standing naked or almost in front of three sets of hungry eyes roaming up and down her displayed figure. She kept her hands at her sides instinctively knowing that to attempt to cover herself would bring more shame and punishment.  

"Lovely!" Gregory stared at her nakedness. "Feet a bit further apart if you please."

Carol complied with his order spreading her legs and opening herself up even further to their inspection.

"Turn around, slowly.'

She turned, displaying herself and caught David's eyes as she faced away from the desk. His eyes displayed the same naked hunger as the others, as if she were a thing to be used, ravished, taken. 

It shook her as she revolved back around to the front of the desk once more. Her own loving husband wanted this, wanted her displayed, used as a sex toy. She was to be given to these people, while he 

watched.

"Helen." Gregory's voice had the air of command as if all this had been preordained and planned and he was simply moving the game to the next level.

Helen shook her long red hair back from her enormous breasts, slid down from the desk, and approached Carol. She took her wrists and brought her arms behind Carol's back. Carol could feel a set of cuffs being applied to her wrists and then a strap placed above her elbows pulling them together and forcing her chest up and out.    

Helen pressed on her shoulders and pushed Carol down on her knees, her hands slid down and cupped the naked breasts, her thumbs making circles around her nipples, which were suddenly erect and throbbing.

Carol could feel herself getting excited from the feelings of force being applied and the humiliation of being a naked sex toy in a room full of dressed and dominate people. 

Helen snapped her fingers and David handed her some silver things on a chain. The woman pulled back hard on Carol's hair forcing her head back and suddenly her left nipple was on fire. She knew then that Helen had used a nipple clamp on the erect and extended nipple. She braced herself but couldn't keep in a groan as the right nipple clamp was applied.

Something was forced in her open mouth and affixed behind her head and Helen released her hair as she ratcheted open the cock gag forcing Carol's mouth to open wide. Someone, it must have been David as he was the only one not in her line of sight clamped her ankles and she could feel her legs being spread open.  

Helen waved another set of clamps under Carol's nose and passed the silver chain behind her back before reaching, Oh God No. The clamp bit into her pussy lip and Helen grinned as she pulled it tight around her body stretching her pussy lip along her thigh before grabbing the other lip and pulling it by hand to meet the jaws of the clamp at the other end of the chain.

Carol's pussy was spread wide open, held in place by clamps attached to a chain that went behind her back. Every movement pulled at the delicate lips and her entire pussy and clit were fully exposed in an obscene view to the three strangers lounging around the desk.

Carol couldn't move for fear of ripping herself apart. Not that the chains and clamps and cuffs and spreaders would allow her any movement anyway. She watched as the three executives undressed and neatly folded their clothes. 

Ms. Reynolds had the gym polished body of an forty something executive, but Carol had already seen and tasted her. Helen had enormous natural tits and the smooth flat belly of a twenty five year old that worked at staying trim. Neither woman had a bit of fur below the waist, although Helen had a tattoo right were her pussy hair would have been. It was a rose with thorns dripping blood.

Mr. Manheim had the beginnings of a pouch to his belly but the hard thick cock standing stiffly away from his body distracted Carol. He wasn't much longer than her husband was, but it was the thickest cock Carol had ever seen in real life and the first she had ever seen that wasn't circumcised.

She felt something touch her shoulder and turned her head just enough to see her husbands cock bobbing beside her face. Ms. Reynolds abruptly got her attention back to front and center by pulling on the chain clamped and dangling between Carol's C cup tits.

"Pay attention darling!" Ms Reynolds tugged on her chain, lifting her tits until Carol was kneeling up as straight as she could and still the chain and clamps pulled her tits, stretching them to the point of tearing the nipples clean off.

Gregory walked up to her, so close his cock rubbed the tip of her nose. He looked into her eyes and said. "Carol, your husband has been on our radar for sometime now, ever since we took over the company actually. We are building a special management team, one that we can trust implicitly. Not so easy to do as one might think."

Carol was trying to pay attention. The pain in her nipples and breasts serving to focus her very sharply, but the cock bobbing and weaving inches from her face kept distracting her. Gregory watched for a moment then grinning thrust his hips forward and buried his cock in her helplessly open mouth.

"One way we have found to guarantee loyalty is to provide something that is impossible to get anywhere else. Such as sex, on demand as needed, in as many forms and as diverse as one could want."

Carol tried to murmur an assent around the thick cock filling her mouth. Gregory pulled out a moment to allow her to breath and then continued face fucking her.

"We weren't sure about you and David here." He nodded towards her husband who was busy burying his cock up Helens bum while squeezing her massive knockers with both hands. Helen was on all fours breathing hard and seemed to be enjoying herself as she thrust her ass back against David's cock.

"We found it's not enough to get the management involved, we needed to get the marriage partners involved also. Once we have that as in the case of you and David, the sky's the limit." Carol was getting the rhythm of his face fucking and beginning to enjoy the feeling of his cock sliding into her throat. Ms Reynolds (what the fuck was her first name anyway) Carol thought, was torturing her tits and cunt while playing with her clit and the pain was a beautiful counter point to the sucking and fingering. 

"David is on the fast track to upper management and if you want I'm sure a place can be found for you here as well. Ahhhhhh!" He came at long last filling her mouth and throat with spunk, blasting time and again into her mouth.

Carol began to shudder through her own orgasm as her torturer rammed her fist into her womb. Carol flooded, her juices releasing all at once and dropped to the floor. Ms Reynolds was there at once releasing the clamps on her nipples and lips and Carol came again with an inarticulate moan as the pain of returning blood caused her nerves to scream.

Helen roared her own cry of release as David slammed in deep and came in her ass.

A little while later, the five people sat on the couches having a celebratory glass of champagne for Ruth Reynolds's newest assistant. Carol looked at the marks on her nipples and cunt and wondered if the firm had an understanding doctor. She made a note to bring that up on Monday morning when she started her new job, tonite she had other things on her mind and people to please.



After Hours Ch. 02



She braced herself with her hands against the window, feeling utterly exposed as she watched the bustling city below, even though she knew they could not see her through the one way window. The shock of cold lubricant made her clench her ass and pussy involuntarily, but she forced herself to relax and accepted the tube without complaint and didn't look behind her.

Marcus began to pump the warm water into the willing girl's ass, watched the impossibly huge bag empty into her bowels as she winced and her stomach became visibly distended. When she was completely full and began to drip, he ordered her to clench her ass. He waited what seemed to her like hours, watched her struggle to hold in the liquid and conceal her discomfort.

She desperately wanted him to touch her pussy, to distract her from the pain, or as a reward for her endurance, but didn't know how to ask him. She pushed her ass out to him, exposing her perfect pink lips. He did notice, and could tell this was exacerbating the cramps, but pretended he hadn't.

After waiting longer than was necessary, he allowed her to expel the fluid into a bucket, then repeated the process. As he did so, he stroked her ass tenderly.

'Did you know,' he began, softly, 'that you dribbled your ass scum onto my lovely clean carpet?'

Li Ming felt her cheeks burn up. Marcus saw her ears redden behind her long, black plait.

'I'm sorry, I'll clean it up,' she blurted out quickly. 'I won't do it again.'

'You won't?' he asked, in the same tone.

'I won't,' she said. 'I promise it.'

Already the enema was making it difficult to speak.

He watched her clench her sphincter tightly, then brought his hand up and smacked her ass. She was only about a quarter full, and though she winced, there was no leakage.

Marcus repeated this on the other cheek, harder, now that he knew she would be prepared. He continued until her butt was completely red and she was panting, but didn't scream. He pumped half of the bag into her before continuing to beat her, until she finally howled.

He stopped, emptied the rest of the enema bag into her, and waited. Once she had expelled the second lot, he cleaned her up with her panties which had since fallen on the floor.

'Sit up straight, kneeling, hands to your sides,' he commanded.

She did as she was told and he went to unlock a cupboard. All the while she stared obediently ahead of her, annoyed at herself that she had shown weakness and cried out. Part of her felt she had not received adequate punishment for her wantonness.

He returned with leather cuffs which he made show of laying next to her so that she could see them out of the corner of her eye without turning. They were baby pink in colour with silver buckles. Marcus first put on the collar, which she had not seen, securing it uncomfortably tightly but still allowing her to breathe. He then silently strapped on the six restraints, on her ankles, wrists and elbows.

'Hold your ankles,' he instructed.

She hadn't noticed the chains either, but heard them clinking as he fastened one end to her left ankle and the other to her left wrist, then did the same on the other side. Finally he fastened both elbows together in the same fashion until they were almost touching. She glanced down to see her small chest sticking out, concealed under the lavender training bra.

Immobilised, he picked her up horizontally and took her to the low armchair and placed her facing the back of it. In this awkwardly trussed up crouching position, her boyish butt jutted out obscenely, both her asshole and virgin snatch staring at him invitingly. Either option would be incredibly tight, he thought.

He took his time removing first his suit jacket and hanging it by the door, then unbuttoned his cuffs to remove his shirt and folded it. As he was about to undo his pants, Marcus looked at his belt thoughtfully. He had purchased a whip, but on the spur of the moment decided that belting the 19 year old girl would be more appropriate. But then, the belt would be more painful than the whip, and she had voiced her agony when he had merely used his hand. 

He went back to the cupboard for a length of rope. He tied one end through the D-ring in one ankle cuff and brought the rope behind the back of the chair and around to the other ankle and secured it there as well. This way, Li Ming was completely unable to leave the chair, even to fall off. He finished off by putting the ball gag in her mouth and fastening it behind her head. 

Marcus brought his hand to her sparsely haired cunt and ran his finger along the slippery slit.

'Oh Li Ming,' he said, feigning disappointment. 'You're tied up like a ham, looking like such a slut, and it's made you horny.'

Unable to speak, she hung her head and blushed in silence.

He continued.

'You're a naughty, dirty little girl, who likes being treated like a whore. Promiscuous young ladies should be punished, don't you think?'

Her braid trailed up and down her back as she nodded solemnly.

'But then again,' he said, as if thinking out loud, 'every time I punish you, it turns you on. Could it be you've come back to have your cherry taken?'

This time she shook her head and her hair swayed from side to side.

'I understand,' he said, feigning enlightenment, 'you only like to take it up the ass. Aren't you ashamed, Li Ming? You want to me to put my nice, clean cock up your dirty shithole?'

When she did not respond, he continued.

'I think I'll punish you first, and if you've learned your lesson, I won't fuck your pussy.'

Marcus took off his pants and boxers to release his erection, walked naked except for his socks to the couch and folded his garments neatly, but held onto the belt. He felt her eyes glued to it and grinned inwardly.

He felt the warm globes of her ass, still red from the previous beating. Although she was tensed up and trembling, her pussy dripped and he knew a few short strokes would bring her to orgasm.

Marcus folded the belt in half and with one end in each hand he snapped it, making Li Ming jump and gasp behind the gag. He pondered on where to strike first, her bum and thighs spread invitingly before him, covered in hand shaped red marks. He also noticed that her ass was clenched in anticipation of the first blow. He considered he was doing her a favour by not delaying more than necessary the first pelt, which landed just below her back where he had not struck her before. She jolted and whimpered, so he struck her again, harder this time. After lashing her at least another ten times, he reached out to touch her nonexistent behind which was pink all over with deeper red marks left by the belt. She was burning hot, but her glistening cunt persuaded him to continue.

'Looks like your butthole wants some attention,' he said as he steadily belted one cheek then the other, not pausing, but steadily increasing the intensity.

She nodded her head.

'Alright,' he said.

He paused and took aim. Li Ming's muffled howl was audible as the leather smacked right against her puckered anus. She was somewhat relieved when he went back to abusing her ass cheeks, but he soon struck her there again, with more force. The stinging was unbearable and she was certain he had caused her to bleed.

'What about your dripping pussy?' he asked. 'Is it feeling a bit neglected too?'

She shook her head from side to side madly, flicking her braid across her back.

'Let's find out if you're right.'

The belt lashed across the top of her thighs, making contact with her vulnerable outer labia and mere millimetres away from her clit.

Marcus desperately wanted to stop and spray his semen all over her body and hardly realised he was pummelling her with his full force right across her exposed cunt. He could not bring himself to stop to aim for her nub but knew he would hit it eventually and would know when he had.

Moments later, Li Ming threw her head back and screamed through the ball gag, the strap having made contact with her most sensitive part.

At this, Marcus wrapped the belt around the front of her waist and plunged into her ass. She hollered more at the completely unexpected intrusion as her fucked her hard, using the belt to pull her towards him with each stroke. His balls slapped against her clit and that was all it took for her to cum. He exploded deep in her bowels soon after, then stood as his cock softened as they both caught their breath.

They both turned towards the door to the sound of clapping. Marcus was only surprised to see Cliff and another security guard who had to be Duncan standing at the door looking smug. Li Ming on the other hand was overcome with fear which showed in her eyes.

'What are you doing here? Get out!' Marcus yelled. They had prepared for this before, but he was genuinely not expecting to be joined just yet.

'Fuck that,' Cliff improvised, 'we're not going nowhere.'

'We have everything on tape,' said Duncan, pointing at the security camera hidden in a fake wall vent. They all looked up to see a dark lens behind the grate.

Li Ming was sobbing and her face now matched her ass as she was overcome with embarrassment.

'We want a piece of that ass,' said Cliff, approaching her, 'otherwise we're going to show them the tapes and both your careers will be over. I bet they'll send you back to China.'

She shook her head as tears streamed down her face.

'Don't worry,' said Marcus, removing the gag, 'they won't deport you, I promise. I'll confess it was non-consensual, I don't care if I lose my job over this.'

'No deal,' smirked Cliff. 'We have tapes from different days with you fucking her. As if anyone is going to believe she was raped then came back for more. They'll think she did it for the money, which is the most obvious answer, because what kind of slut would let a bloke do that to her for free? I've never seen such a cum-loving whore in my life.'

Cliff and Duncan laughed, only stopping when Li Ming started to speak.

'Do what you want,' she said meekly, 'anything you want. I don't want to leave this country.'

'Great,' said Cliff, 'let's get busy.'

He took off his shoes then pulled down his pants and stood behind Li Ming who was still trussed up and unbearably uncomfortable.

Cliff was poised to enter her still moist cunt, when Marcus asked him to stop.

'She's a virgin, do her ass instead,' he said.

'Fuck that,' he said, lubricating his cock with her juices, 'I don't want my dick covered in shit. I want some sweet pussy.'

Li Ming was biting her lip and had her eyes shut in preparation for having her cherry taken by a man she had only spoken with briefly several times before.

'Actually,' said Cliff, stopping, 'Dunc, why don't you go first. Your dick is smaller.'

Marcus turned to Duncan who looked offended. He was scrawny and relatively short. His head was too large for his frame, the mass of ginger hair on top of it making it look even bigger. He had small sunken eyes and his sickening grin revealed coffee and cigarette stained teeth.

Sniggering, he walked up to the helpless Oriental girl and removed his clothing. She was repulsed by his pasty white skin and knobbly knees. His stomach for some reason was very hairy, while the rest was completely smooth except for his genitals and sporadic hairs around his nipples. He walked behind her and squeezed her aching ass with his clammy hands, unkempt nails digging into the tender flesh. He touched her pussy which was by now hardly moist.

'How am I supposed to fuck this dry bitch?' he said angrily.

'She was soaking wet a minute ago when I was there,' laughed Cliff.

'Get her out of this chair,' he said to Marcus. 'It's too fucking high anyway.'

He did so quickly, looking at her apologetically, but his pants which he had put back on hid his erection.

Duncan positioned her so that she was kneeling on the floor, making it impossible to keep her balance because her wrists were still attached to the ankle restraints. He gripped her hair and brought her small mouth to his cock. Though it was only the second one she had ever seen up close, Li Ming was repelled by the small penis, hairy and pink with an angry red and purple tip. From up close, she could see a yellow crust around the foreskin and old sweat on and around his balls.

'Lick my nutsack,' he said. 'I haven't had time to shower after my last shift and I feel nasty.'

She fought back the bile as he pressed her head against his groin and she licked his hairy scrotum. It tasted like the bottom of a toilet bowl, but she persevered, knowing he would not let her go until he was completely clean. So she bathed his nuts with her saliva, making sure to lap up every drop of sweat, sucking them in her mouth and tempted to bite them off.

When he was satisfied, he held her firmly by the hair and turned around. When he buried her face in his ass, she didn't need to be told what to do, but hesitated nonetheless.

'Go on, do it, slut,' he said.

Not wanting to prolong this any more, she licked his rim, which tasted like his balls. Though still vile, she was getting used to it, except that he was practically sitting on her face and cutting off most of her air.

'That feels so good,' he groaned, pulling her closer. 'Now, dig your tongue in there and lick my shithole clean.'

Li Ming had stopped completely and was fighting for air, but he wouldn't let her get away. As it became more and more difficult to breathe, she gave in and slid up his hairy ass. The taste of his ass made her gag and he laughed, but loosened his grip before she suffocated. She felt his slime on her tongue and her first instinct was to spit it out, but remembered how angry Marcus had been when she had dribbled her enema on the carpet previously. The muck went down her throat and she overheard Cliff comment on her swallowing it.

Duncan turned around and she found herself once again with his cock in her face.

'Now to clean out that filthy mouth of yours,' he said.

He put the tip of his cock on her mouth and began to piss. She didn't even have time to think before her mouth was practically overflowing with urine. Unable to pull away, she began to swallow the disgusting fluid, feeling it go down her body to settle in her stomach. Once he was done, he shoved his thin rod to the back of her throat. It was still long enough to be extremely uncomfortable, so she choked and gagged, which aroused him even more. She considered giving him a real blowjob so that he would cum and not fuck her virgin pussy, but knew that even if she did that, he would fuck her later, or worse, Cliff would. Instead, Li Ming made sure he was well lubricated as she was entirely unaroused.

He pulled out and she just about fell face first on the floor, as Duncan walked around and positioned himself in front of her ass which was stuck high in the air.

Cliff came over and let her hands free from her ankles. She was thankful, but not for long, as he forced her up on her hands and knees and shoved his crotch in her face.

'That looked alright, I want a tongue bath too,' he said. 

Meanwhile, Duncan was behind her, rubbing her cunt with his fingers, but there was no way she could get turned on, knowing it was him, and also he was scratching her cunt with his nails.

'Rimming my ass didn't turn her on,' he said sarcastically. 'Can you believe that?'

'Who cares?' laughed Cliff. 'Just fuck her. Blood's a natural lubricant you know.'

'Oh shit, I'm going to get Gook blood all over my nice white cock.'

'Just fuck her already,' said Cliff, now completely hard and impatiently waiting his turn.

Li Ming heard him spit in his hands, which he then rubbed on her pussy. Another wad of spit coated his cock and he began to slide it up her cunt. She began to sob at the thought of this disgusting security guard taking her virginity and tried to get away. The two men held her in place easily.

'Find something for her to do,' said Duncan, as he began sliding his meat between her dry lips.

Cliff lay down on his stomach, legs splayed, with Li Ming between them.

'Spread my ass and eat it,' he said.

At that time, Marcus was sitting on the other side of the room outside of Li Ming's view. He had removed his pants and was stroking his cock, taking note of the ridiculous scene before him. Two ageing security guards were using the tiny, boyish Chinese girl like a two dollar whore. The one about to pop her cherry was pale and sinewy and reeked of sweat. The other was a large, built man, lying down as if he was getting a suntan, his completely hair covered ass being devoured by that tiny mouth. Marcus assuaged his guilt by telling himself that at this point he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to. And anyway, Li Ming would probably object seeing as she would do anything to stay in the country.

Duncan had a hard time finding the hole, since she was so tight and dry and kept moving as she sucked on Cliff's rectum. He held her hips steady and began to push. Li Ming tried to scream, but Cliff had shifted so that he had her pressed into his ass with his muscular legs.

'I can't do it,' said Duncan. 'She's too tight and dry. I can't move.'

'Just bring it home,' said Cliff, annoyed. 'It'll be easy once you bust her hymen. Haven't you ever fucked a virgin before?'

'Of course I have,' said Duncan, clearly lying.

At this point he would have preferred to simply do her ass and go home, but he was determined to get this over and done with. He held onto the front of her thighs, digging his nails deep into her skin and forced her towards him. She let out a piercing scream, but Cliff did not miss a beat. He reached back to grab her hair and pulled her back to his ass, pressing her face in it until she resumed fucking his asshole with her tongue. 

Cliff had been right, she was now slippery and the thin rod easily slid in and out of her no longer virgin cunt. He was disturbed by the blood on his dick and was determined to get this over and done with as soon as possible. Several minutes later, he filled her with sperm and pulled out. He lifted her off Cliff and shoved his meat into her mouth, looking away as she reluctantly sucked away the product of her torn hymen.

Looking down, she noticed the throw was bunched up underneath them, and realised Marcus must have put it there to protect the carpet, then she looked around but couldn't see him in the room. It was then it occurred to her he must have been in on it the whole time. Despite this, she found it impossible to feel angry. Instead, she felt overwhelmed with shame over her sluttish behaviour and felt more than anything that she deserved what was happening to her. Resigned to her fate, she waited until Duncan pushed her away.

Marcus returned with a jug of water and some tea-towels. He wiped away the blood smeared on Li Ming's face, but she did not meet his gaze even once the entire time. He went on to clean her pussy and lingered, trying to pleasure her and alleviate the pain she must be feeling.

Duncan got dressed and went out for a cigarette and Cliff poured himself a Whiskey and watched the ravaged girl lying face down with her knees up against her chest as Marcus expertly manipulated her cunt. As exhausted and in pain as she was, she started to tingle and the now familiar feeling began to well up inside of her. She was mumbling incoherently in what Marcus assumed was her native tongue, moaning and grinding her hips on his fingers until she finally exploded in his hand.

Delirious and panting, she didn't notice Marcus had been nudged aside until the head of Cliff's cock had made its ways past her inner labia. She was still burning from the rough dry fuck earlier, but she knew there was no point in fighting and didn't have the strength to even try. And anyway, the lubrication helped a lot and she merely winced as he slid into her inch by inch. 




After Hours Ch. 02



'What a tight cunt,' Cliff groaned. 'Nothing like that loose PA of yours, Marc.'

Marcus ignored the remark, instead stroked himself as he watched from up close the security guard's enormous piece of fuck meat somehow find its way up the petite Oriental girl before him. When his crotch touched hers, he was sure he must be deep inside her womb. He was so large in comparison than her that it looked ridiculous and almost impossible for him to be fucking her.

Now fully impaled, he instructed her to rest on her elbows. She did so and he knelt between her spread legs and lifted them. Hardly moving his body himself, Cliff manoeuvred her so that she was screwing him as he pushed and pulled her legs.

Marcus was amazed every time he disappeared inside her, and even more so when she started to reciprocate. Cliff let her voluntarily swallow him with her twat repeatedly and at her on rhythm. 

He later reached under her and played with her cunt, pressing her nub between his thumb and forefinger and using it to make her pick up the pace. 

The huge man rose slightly and easily turned Li Ming over, his cock twisting in her cunt as he did so. He lifted her legs over one shoulder and held them there with one hand and the other reached out to lift up her bra and grab her underdeveloped breasts. At that moment he didn't seem to care about their size and was more interested in pounding her senseless. The friction between her legs caused her to come for the second time in a short while, the spasms of her already tight cunt bringing him over the edge and he filled her with hot sperm. 

He pulled out and cum streamed out off Li Ming's red raw hole. He lay down on his back, out of breath, as she sucked him clean of her own accord. She then crawled over to Marcus who was sitting in the armchair and very close to cumming himself. Almost as soon as she wrapped her lips around his dick, he blew his load into her waiting mouth and held her head there until he had softened. Her head in his lap, they fell asleep.



After Hours Ch. 03



Joey finished up the kitchen while Robbie stood in the office and watched me finish my paperwork. My hands were trembling so bad that it took me twice as long. Robbie said nothing to me. His brown eyes, which were usually so soft and warm, were cold and hard right now. I wanted to break down and tell him everything I was feeling, but I couldn't. I was already in such a vulnerable position, and if I couldn't protect myself physically I could at least keep my emotions from being used against me. At this point, it would probably just be more ammunition. 

Finally we were finished and ready to go. We locked up and left the building. Robbie kept a firm grip on my arm, as though I were going to try to run away or something. I kept glancing at Joey for some kind of reaction but he seemed noncommittal, like he was just along for the ride. 

We drove to my house, Robbie in my passenger seat and Joey following us in his car. I finally mustered up the courage to speak to Robbie.

"Robbie, I don't feel anything for Joey...at all."

"That's fine, he doesn't give a damn about you either. He just enjoys fucking with you. We're both about to fuck with you now. " Robbie responded with a grin. I shook my head, trying not to react to his words.

"The truth is, I've always cared about you, Robbie. I swear. I never thought you'd feel the same about me." I sighed, not knowing what else to add. 

He didn't respond.

We pulled into my driveway a few moments later. I turned off the engine, then faced Robbie and looked him in the eye. One last plea.

"Robbie...please....don't do this." 

He leaned over and kissed me. Softly, gently. Not rough like Joey. I smiled as he pulled away, thinking that he finally understood me.

"So that's what it feels like to kiss a slut." 

I felt defeated. Joey pulled into the driveway behind us and I saw him pull a small duffel bag out of his backseat. Robbie had climbed out of my car and a moment later they were pulling me out of my seat and practically shoving me towards my front door.  

We got in the house and they took me in the kitchen and sat me down at the table. Joey tossed the bag onto the table in front of me and lit a cigarette.

"Look inside," he said simply. He had always been a man of few words.

I unzipped the bag and began pulling out various items. They were all brand new, still in the packaging. There were handcuffs, bondage rope, lubricant, condoms, and a painfully large butt plug. The worst looking item, however, was a large paddle with the word "slut" imprinted on it, backwards. When they hit me with it, it would leave the word on my bare flesh. 

The boys were obviously enjoying my reaction, and when I pulled out the "slut" paddle, Robbie's eyes lit up.

"Oh, yeah...I picked that out for you, babe."

I swallowed, hard, and kept my eyes down. I could feel their eyes on me. I wanted to make a smartass comment, but I had no courage left. Maybe if I kept my mouth shut I could retain some dignity. 

Joey took one last draw of his cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray on the table. That seemed to be the signal Robbie had been waiting for, as he stepped forward and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me to my feet. It seemed he was fond of doing that. 

We went to the bedroom, Robbie holding me in one hand and the duffel bag in the other. Joey followed us, and sat on the bed. Robbie let go of my arm and ordered me to strip. 

I glared at him, but slowly removed my clothes. Once I was naked, Robbie walked around me, inspecting my body. 

"Not too bad," he said. "I've had sexier girls, but you'll do. What do you think, Joey?"

Joey grunted. "She's alright."

There's nothing worse than having your naked body judged by two guys who are about to have their way with you. Robbie grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, and I felt him putting the handcuffs on me. He brought his hands to my shoulders and pressed down. 

"On your knees," he told me, pushing me down. I dropped to my knees somewhat awkwardly. 

This got Joey's attention as well, and he stood up. Both of them stood before me, unfastening their pants and pulling out their cocks. Robbie's came out first and I gasped. He was about 8 inches long and very thick, with a fat swollen head and precum at the tip. Obviously he was very excited. Joey pulled his out as well, and it was a bit shorter than his brother's but pretty thick as well. He didn't seem to be fully hard; that was almost an insult in and of itself. 

Robbie wrapped my long hair around his hand and pushed my head down on his cock. He wasn't gentle; I gagged on it and he left it in my throat for a few moments. I blinked away tears rapidly and tried my best to relax my throat. I was drooling and I knew I looked like a total whore. I shut my eyes tightly as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. 

"Open your eyes," he growled, reaching down to pinch my nipple hard. I whimpered and opened my eyes to look up at him. In spite of the situation, I was fully aroused and could feel my pussy getting wet as he fucked my mouth. Robbie withdrew a moment later and Joey pushed his cock in my mouth. It was a relief to feel Robbie's large cock being replaced with Joey's slightly smaller one. 

Joey fucked my mouth for a few moments before he pulled out. He walked over and lay on the bed, on his back. Robbie grabbed my arms and helped me to my feet, then pushed me to the bed. 

"Get on your knees on the bed and keep sucking his cock," he told me, reaching for the duffle bag. 

I climbed on the bed and leaned over. Joey grabbed the back of my neck and pushed his cock back into my throat. 

I couldn't see Robbie, but I could feel his presence behind me. A moment later, I gasped as I felt the cold lube trickle down into my ass crack, and he brought a hand up to stroke my pussy.

"Mmm, you must be enjoying this. Your pussy is soaking wet," he chuckled.

"Yeah, her mouth is pretty fucking wet, too." Joey groaned, burying his fingers in my hair. 

I could say nothing with Joey's cock down my throat, but I moaned as Robbie slid a finger easily into my wet pussy. 

"Well, we'll have to play with that hole later. I intend to take your ass right now," he informed me, removing his hands from my pussy.

He was using his knowledge of my sexual experience against me. During our conversations, I had admitted to him that I enjoyed anal play but had never had a cock in my ass. Apparently he wanted to be the first. 

I felt him slide a finger into my lubed asshole, then another. He played with me, stretching me, for a few moments, adding more lube every few minutes. I was thankful he was being somewhat gentle with me.

Joey, however, was not. I felt like he was fucking my throat raw. I was working him with my tongue and sucking him the best I could, hoping that he would come soon. It didn't seem like he was getting any closer. The fact that my hands were restrained behind my back made it even worse; there was no way to brace myself for his cock pushing down my throat. I had tears running down my cheeks and saliva dripping from my mouth. 

I felt Robbie remove his fingers from my ass, and then I felt something larger at the entrance. Thankfully, Joey stopped fucking my throat and held me still so that Robbie could work on my ass. 

"Make sure you keep your cock in her mouth so she won't scream and wake the neighbors," Robbie told Joey, in a manner of fact sort of way. 

Joey grunted in agreement, and Robbie placed one hand on my ass. With the other hand, he began to push the plug into my tight hole. He didn't give me time to get used to it; he just kept pushing and pushing.

"Relax, baby...you can take it, just don't fight me. It'll be so much easier if you don't fight." He caressed my ass gently with his free hand.

I felt him squirt a little more lube on the toy and I tried my best to relax through the pain. I was moaning and squealing around Joey's cock.

"If you bite my cock, bitch, I swear you'll regret it," Joey said dangerously. 

Finally the plug was all the way in. It didn't hurt anymore, strangely, but I had the feeling it would hurt when he went to pull it out. Joey went back to fucking my throat.

I felt something cold and hard against my ass, and Robbie leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"Are you ready for your punishment, slut?" 

I moaned around the cock in my mouth. I felt Robbie pull back and then I heard the thwack of the paddle on my ass. It took a second to register the pain, but when it did, I jerked so hard that Joey's cock popped out of my mouth and I cried out in pain. My asshole squeezed around the butt plug painfully. 

Robbie quickly pushed my head back down, and placed a strong hand in between my shoulder blades. Joey took a firmer grip on my head with both his hands. 

The paddle came back down, hard, and I let out a loud groan. I don't know how many times he spanked me, but Joey began to come in my mouth a moment later. I swallowed it and he pulled out of my mouth, and got up from the bed. I fell forward on my face, with Robbie still spanking me relentlessly. Each time the paddle made contact with my ass I could feel the butt plug twitch deep inside me. 

He finally stopped using the paddle and tossed it aside. I felt limp and weak from all the pain he had inflicted on me.

In one swift motion, he yanked the plug from my hole. I gasped as the feeling returned and my asshole throbbed with a dull ache. I felt him pour more lube into my now gaping hole and he climbed onto the bed behind me, using his knees to spread my thighs open. 

I glanced up to see Joey smoking another cigarette, watching us like it was part of a circus act. His pants were refastened and he seemed content. Maybe this is all I have to do, I thought. 

I felt Robbie's large cock at my entrance, and I relaxed my muscles the best I could to allow him in my anal passage. He began to push, gently. I groaned loudly and Robbie put his hand over my mouth. 

"I'm just going to shove it in...it will be easier on you. No, don't tense up, try to stay relaxed." 

I nodded, and a second later, he thrusted his hips up, his large cock filling my ass.

I cannot even describe the animalistic noises that came from me as he fucked my ass. He kept his hand pressed tightly over my mouth. At one point I thought I would black out, but no such luck. I felt his large cock sliding in and out slowly. The pressure was so great that I was terrified I'd have a bowel movement. Thank god I didn't; that would have added a whole new level to my humiliation. 

Finally, I felt his cock swell in me. He pulled out of my ass quickly, leaving me with that throbbing pain, and I felt him spurt his hot cum all over my ass and back. 

I flopped forward on the bed, exhausted and shaking.