8 comments/ 119391 views/ 6 favorites Back to Work By: thehotness After the New Year had gotten of to a bang, actually, make that two bangs (Refer to the New Year's Party and The New Year), I had to go back to work. I was dreading work a bit, after what had happened with Mr Wong. Mr Wong was THE Senior Partner in the law firm that I worked at. At his New Year's Eve party, I had blown and fucked the other two Senior Partners, Mr Cheong and Mr Tan. I had intended to do the same to Mr Wong, but he had turned the tables. He ass-raped me, then organized a gang bang in his garage the night of the party, comprised of the drivers of the rich lawyers at the party. And knowing what a good lawyer he is, I fully expect him to have a ton of evidence, namely pictures and videos of me in, well, very compromising circumstances. I limped into the office, my ass and pussy still sore from the massive fucking I had starred in the day before – I had sneaked into a primary school classroom with a good fuck buddy to fulfill a fantasy of fucking in class, and several boys, well, a whole soccer team playing at the school field had caught us in the act enroute to the changing rooms. Well, one thing had led to another and I had been caught quite literally in the middle of things, things being large, thick dicks that invaded mouth and pussy and ass. It was all a blur to me – there were so many things happening – so many guys and so many cocks. I was manhandled and shifted into all sorts of positions – I can't even remember clearly what went on anymore, actually. All I remember from that classroom bang on the New Year's Day public holiday were spinning images – my vision totally obscured by flesh and cock and pubic hair. All I remember were the incredible sensations that ripped through my body, my pussy, my tits – they had been on fire. I can't remember much from that gang bang – it had been a three hour long procession of cocks all over the shop – till my pussy and assholes were gaping, cum-filled wrecks and my jaw ached. I do remember being covered from head to toe in cum. I remember cum was getting into my eyes and I was trying to wipe it off but I had no cloth, and my hands were covered with cum as well. I remember Jack, the fuck buddy who I had started fucking in the classroom, had bundled me up in a blanket and dragged me back home, and had so kindly stayed to help me wash up and put me to bed and made sure my alarm clock rang – Jack, I love you! And I remember that my whole body ached all over like I had run a marathon. When I had woken up, I was relieved to see that everything looked more or less sane, although my bed sheets were quite soaked in all the cum that had leaked out of my pussy and ass during the night, and that although my boobs and butt and inner thighs were covered in love bites, I was still quite presentable in my lawyer-wear – a black jacket, a white blouse and a skirt. I entered the office, still waddling a bit, and trying not to show it. "Mr Wong wants to see you in his office when you get in, Sue." The receptionist told me as I passed her. I nodded, and I felt her gaze on me and my duck-waddle as I entered the office. It was still early yet. Mr Wong's secretary beckoned me into the office and to close the door. It was a spacious corner office, with a magnificent view of the city. It had a desk and a couch and a few Herman Miller chairs, and not much else. Mr Wong wasn't wearing his usual business suit. He was bare-bodied, and wearing shorts and track shoes. He was sweating a puddle. "I run to work, you see." Mr Wong told me. It showed. He was tanned and fit and tall for a man I thought was in his mid-fifties. "It gives me time to think. And a chance to use the shower in the executive toilet." He pointed out the toilet to me, the one that connected to his office ensuite. "Sue, I have something I want to show you." "I just want you to know that..." I started, but my heart caught in my mouth when he swiveled his LCD computer screen to face me and I saw myself. "Not what you thought, huh." Mr Wong laughed. "You're quite the slut, Sue." It was the video of me in the classroom with Jack, fucking over a primary school table. Suddenly, the screen swelled with people – the soccer team – and then from the same angle, (Jack had mounted the camera on a cupboard in front of the class) I watched myself as I began to get fucked by everyone. "Where – where...where did you get this?" I asked, incredulously. "Jack would have never given you this." All I thought Mr Wong had was the videos and pictures of me in the garage. "You'd be surprised on how small the world is, Sue." Mr Wong laughed again. "Jack, your beloved fuck buddy, is an associate of mine. That's how I knew all about you at the New Year's Eve party. I should have told my partners to watch out for you, but – you know what? Screw them too!" He laughed at his own joke. "Screw them..." Mr Wong sniggered, and suddenly looked serious. "Get used to it. You'll be doing it a lot." He clicked on the mouse a few times, and I got a slideshow of my pictures in Mr Wong's garage. There were at least a hundred. And there was more video. I was blushing fiercely when he shut the screen off. "What do you want?" I asked. "Oh, nothing much, Sue." Mr Wong paced closer to me, and I could smell his sweat, and almost feel his sweaty skin. "Nothing that you couldn't offer. I want what you can offer." He said, walking around me. "This." Mr Wong grabbed a handful of butt cheek. "This." Mr Wong grabbed a handful of boob, under my jacket. "And on demand." He said. "If you don't, well..." I knew what lay in store for me if the pictures and the videos ever went public. I would have been disbarred, and my license to practise law in Singapore revoked. I would lose my cushy job and I would lose all respect, from everyone. Singaporeans don't really like sluts. I really didn't have much of a choice. I nodded in agreement. It didn't sound that bad – to provide pussy to the boss on demand. I might even get a promotion. "Smart girl." Mr Wong clapped his hand. "First things first. You'll be transferred to my office to be my personal legal assistant so that you'll be always available for my staff and me. Next, since that's actually a demotion because you'll never get to hit associate as an over-qualified legal assistant, I'm going to cut your salary as well, to say, a legal assistant's wages. And thirdly, if you quit – then I release this to the Bar association. You'll never be able to practise again." He smiled. I stared at him in shock and disbelief. The bastard. The fucking bastard. "You can't do this to me." I said. "That's not fair." "Oh, then what is? Attempting to seduce my senior partners into giving you promotions? You can call this karma, then." Mr Wong remarked snidely. "And if you have any problems... well, let's just say you won't be mama's girl anymore." I acquiesced. There was nothing I could do. I nodded my head weakly, and took sudden interest in the carpet. "Good! I'm glad you understand." Mr Wong smiled. I hated him there and then. "Very well, you may begin your duties. Lock the door, please." I did as I was told. "Now strip. Slowly! Seductively, like a cheap dancer begging for money." He clicked his mouse and some soft jazz began to play. It sounded awfully like porno music. I unbuttoned my jacket, and shrugged it off to the floor. And then, swaying to the music, swaying to the music, I unbuttoned my blouse, a button at the time. It fell apart to reveal a sheer bra. Still swaying to the music, I undid my skirt, and it slowly slid down my legs to the floor. I hadn't worn any underwear because I was aching so. I regretted that. "What a capital idea! I'm so glad you're not wearing panties. In fact, from now on, no underwear to the work place, unless it's that time of the month." Mr Wong clapped. I stepped out of the pool of black my skirt had made on the floor. As I danced, I took off my blouse. I was now dancing only in a bra in front of my boss, my shaved pussy on full view for him. I reached behind my back, and I undid the bra strap. The bra fluttered to the ground. As it did, I remembered just a day ago, Mr Wong had tied my wrists up behind my back with a bra and had bent me over the bonnet of his car to sodomize me. And now, I was dancing for him. I was now naked and dancing. I noticed the view, and I wondered how many people could see into this office, see me dancing. A man had been arrested in Singapore for walking naked around his flat. I was dancing naked in my bosses' office. But I took comfort that if anyone tried to arrest me; I had Mr Wong looking out for me. "You dance so nicely, Sue." Mr Wong said. "It's a very nice show you're putting on not just for me, but also the security." He pointed at a security camera tucked away in the corner. It was aimed right at me. I swore under my breath – why hadn't I noticed it straight away? More and more people are seeing me naked. He beckoned me to approach him. He was perched on his desk, still only in his running shorts and shoes. "Bend over the desk, Sue." He said, "And arch your back and thrust your butt out." The cold desk made my nipples tingle as I did as I was told. My ass and pussy were very prime targets for Mr Wong. The first stroke caught me by surprise, and I yelped in pain. I looked around – he was using a flogger to hit my butt. Now where had that come from? He hit me again, and I yelped a bit more. He began to increase the intensity and speed and strength of the stroke – he was hitting my pussy flush on and my butt – and they felt like they were on fire – they were so hot, oh my God. My pussy and ass were burning up. Mr Wong told me to look back, and I saw him carrying a mirror that showed my butt – it was as red as a tomato. He kept flogging me, quickly and smartly – and surprise, surprise – I found myself wet. I was so horny, and I wanted to get off so badly, and Mr Wong wouldn't let me. He suddenly began to stroke my pussy with his free hand, and began to alternate flogging with stroking, and soon, I was pushing back against his fingers, and when I pushed back to far and too aggressively, then I was rewarded with more flogging to my butt and pussy. "Sue, I can tell you're desperate for a fuck. Are you desperate for a good, hard, fucking, Sue?" Mr Wong sneered, as he toyed with my clit, keeping me on the edge. His fingers danced away as I pushed back on them. It was so frustrating I thought I would die. "Just have to ask, you know. Ask me nicely, Sue." "Please, Mr Wong, ple....please fuck me." I whispered. "What?" Mr Wong leaned closer. "I can't hear you." "Please, fuck me." I said, louder. "Beg your pardon, what do you want me to do?" "Please fuck me!" I nearly yelled. I think the secretary could hear it. And all the rumours would start. "Please fuck me!" I began to tear, even as I thrust back on his fingers, which danced away some more, keeping me from the release I so desperately craved. "Yes. That's more like it." Mr Wong laughed. He pulled down his shorts, and I felt his erection invade my sopping pussy with one smooth stroke, and I came explosively, thrashing about, bent over the desk. He began to pump and piston in and out of me, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, then back to slow, then faster and faster. I felt like I was going to heaven. My ass was really on fire, and a warm glow permeated from my ass and pussy as I got fucked, hard. I came once more, fifteen minutes later, looking at the clock on his computer screen. I felt him stiffening in me, then he pulled out. Mr Wong yanked me by my hair and shoved me to my knees in front of him, and shot his sperm right onto my face. There was a lot of it, and it hit my forehead and cheeks and nose, and I closed my eyes. I felt some spurt onto my boobs, and felt it flow down my face to my mouth and chin. He made me clean his cock, and I flicked at his balls with my tongue. "Good girl," he told me. "Good girl." Mr Wong held my hair tightly, and I knelt on the ground before him, face dripping his sperm. It felt strangely satisfying to receive a compliment from the boss, who was usually stingy in giving praise. "Good girl." Mr Wong pulled my hair, then he sneered, a horrid, leering sneer. "Get used to this." Back to Work Going back to work after a long weekend with my mistress is a hard thing to do. After taking four days off with the holidays this time it was even harder. At home all I have to do is put on my dress, apron, hose and high heels and follow my mistress's instructions. Sure it hurts a bit her slapping my balls if I fail to be ladylike, and it often is difficult to keep my bad boy under control around her, but the rewards are wonderful. From the time I get home from work until I back out of the driveway my life is completely in her hands. If I am good, she will reward me, if I am not good she will punish me, which, to be perfectly honest, is also rewarding. To feel her crop redden my ass turns me on so much I can barely keep from coming as she hits me. As she squeezes my balls, my cock will get so hard until I nearly double over with the pain, yet knowing that sensation pleases her, makes me happy. Sadly, today was the day after Christmas and while I had the wonderful memory of bathing her last night, I had to go off to work and face running the company, directing managers and VPs on how to do their jobs, make crucial decisions on contracts and pricing, and fight with the accountants to try to get some type of straight answer out of their bean counting minds. After shaving I went in and selected my clothes, pin stripe... blue shirt, black belt, several ties planning to let my mistress select the tie. Dark socks and black shoes would complete the uniform of the day. How I miss those high heels and garter belt while I am sitting in endless meetings and yet in the end it all balances out I guess. Walking into my mistresses room before getting dressed I asked, "Mistress, I am about to dress for work can I do anything for you?" "Well my back is a little sore, do you think you could give me a massage?" "What kind of a massage do you want, Mistress?" "I'd like one of your special ones," she said, turning over and looking playfully into my eyes. "Yes Mistress, let me go call work and tell them I'll be late." "Don't take too long, my back is hurting." I slipped out of the room, grabbed my cell phone and called my secretary. "Hey Danielle, look I'm going to be an hour late or so. And tell accounting to work up a draft on that Sarbanes Oxley thing and I'll go over with them when I get there. Okay, see you then." Tossing my cell phone onto the bed, I removed my clothes, paused a moment thinking about my mistress's body and then walked into her room, my bad boy fully hard. "Are you ready mistress?" I asked. "Ready and waiting," she replied. I moved over to the bed where she was on her stomach. Grabbing the lotion, I carefully straddled her and though I was kneeling, I was also sitting on her lower back, with my cock pressing into her rolls of skin. Pouring the lotion into my hands I let it warm up and then began running my hands first along her shoulders, then over to her backbone and down to her ass, pressing against the muscle striations buried deep in her tissue. I continued adding lotion and rubbing her all over her back and then down her buttocks and thighs. Working back up, I let my bad boy slide over her now slippery skin. As my hands moved over her back, pressing deep to reach the muscle, I moved my hips so my cock slid up and down the furrow between her buttocks as the base of her back. I continued the massage as I could feel the pressure building in my balls. Pleasure shot through my cock and it spurted my cum out onto her back. I then quickly licked it up, grabbed a towel and wiped down her back, cleaning any excess cum and lotion from it. I then slid over beside her on the bed where she gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "Be careful." I kissed her forehead and headed back into my room, quickly getting dressed. Once dressed, I headed out to my car, started it up and backed out of the driveway. Traffic was light since it was so close to Christmas so I got to work quicker than I had expected. I pulled into the parking lot, drove up to the space nearest the front door, the one marked CEO and I pulled in. Stepping out of my car, I locked it, took a deep breath and then walked into the building. I walked back to my office amid a hail of "Good Mornings," "How was your Christmases," and "Boss I think we have a problem heres." I was back at work and completely in charge. Back to Work Carol started a new job this past week. So far everything has been going great and she feels as if she is adjusting to the new environment. There just seems to be one problem. Except for her boss, Mr. Zachary, the new office is full of nothing but younger women. Most are particularly good looking she notices. In fact, here it is Thursday and she finds herself walking out into the hallway from her office only to catch Mr. Zachary looking right at Ann, the youngest of the women in the office. Ann is slightly bent over the copier with her tight skirt practically molded to her backside. He is obviously admiring her long sexy legs as his head tilts downward then back up his eyes following from her snug skirt down her well exposed thighs to her high heels, twice. Carol knows from the way he ogles the girl his manly penis is likely stirring in his dress slacks as he gets his fill of watching her bottom sway back and forth as she continues to manipulate the office copier. For some very strange reason she finds herself a little aroused. She fantasizes about not only what kind of underwear her boss wears, boxers or briefs, but even what is under Ann's skirt. Maybe she is wearing one of those sexy little thongs, or better...maybe nothing. 'Carol! What are you doing?' She screams at herself in hear head. Carol can't help it. Her 'girl' tingles in the skimpy bikini's she wears under her own skirt. Before she can think twice more about either one however, she quietly retreats back in to her own office. It isn't long before lunch time rolls around. A lot of the girls go to lunch together. She hasn't gotten into the clique as yet and is still bringing her lunch. But as she leaves her office to go grab a soda from the vending machine she gets stuck behind the group of girls leaving for their lunch hour. Each one of them seems to be dressed sexier than the last as they parade by her in a mass of high heels, short skirts, and sexy stockings. At first she shakes her head in amazement at how girls nowadays can dress so provocatively for work. Carol has dressed very professionally all week while she feels the young women flaunt way too much. It also can't be comfortable to be dressed like that in such tight clothes all day. Then as she is about to head down the hall the opposite way to get her soda she looks up to see Mr. Zachary sticking his head out of his office again watching all the young women as they giggle and sashay their tight bottoms out the front door. He is standing in his doorway with his back to Carol. Just as the last girl exits she watches as he reaches down the front of his slacks and very obviously grabs himself. Carol's mouth falls open as she eases back into her doorway. She can't believe she is watching her boss adjust himself. Not being able to see his front side she can only imagine how his manhood has grown and is pushing out the fly of his pants. He is still looking out the glass doors as the girls walk across the parking lot. Carol watches as her boss continues to grope himself. This whole scene thoroughly catches Carol off guard. She watches Mr. Zachary rub his crotch through his pants for a few more seconds before he walks back into his office and closes his door. She can hear the click of the lock. All she can think of at that moment is how he is likely going back in to relieve himself. Carol herself feels that familiar tingle between her legs once again. But this time she also feels an accompanying seeping of warm moisture down there. She can actually feel her panties dampen. She immediately goes back into her own office and closes the door behind her. She doesn't lock hers, but she spends a few moments standing behind the closed door trying to comprehend what she has seen and felt in the last few minutes. As she relaxes she begins to let that familiar urge wash over her as she thinks about Mr. Zachary behind his closed door. She is sure he is thinking about the sexy girls that work for him. Her mind races between him and the same girls, all now committed to her memory. She pictures him sitting down behind his big wooden executive desk, his big cock growing in his pants. She sees him unzipping his pants and giving it some room to breathe. The vision of him wrapping his big hand around that hard manhood and beginning to stroke it causes the moisture in her panties to build further. A wave of pleasure comes over her without her even touching herself as she envisions him giving his cock the attention that it needs. As she pictures him in her mind, his hand continuing to work up and down the shaft of his cock, her hand presses down the front of her skirt until it rests snugly between her thighs. She lets out an audible sigh as she feels the rush down there and she just knows Mr. Zachary is stroking harder by now. Carol rubs herself more briskly, both of them in their respective offices getting more and more excited. Her free hand reaches up and rubs over her left breast until she can feel her nipple stiffen through her blouse and bra. She gives it a firm pinch. A louder moan escapes her lips. Carol does her best to keep the volume down knowing there are other people on the side of the door. But the pent up sexual tension requires release. She is torn between embarrassment and arousal, but the thought of her boss's hard cock in the forefront of her mind makes up her mind and the stirring in her 'girl' is not to be denied. Her former embarrassment turns into sexual curiosity as she reaches between her legs and pushes the thin damp fabric of her panties aside to easily access her 'girl'. The wetness from her pussy glistens calling out to her. She runs her hand up her inner thigh and over puffy pink lips. She can feel her intense warmth and moisture. She slides two fingers in a 'V' over her clit, scissoring the pink bead as her fingertips enter her soaking wet sex. Her breasts tingle and her nipples are standing out very hard now. She brings up her hand back up and pinches each one. She lets out another moan, but quickly bites her lip as she leans back against the door and rubs her bared pussy slowly. Here she is rubbing her pussy while her boss is likely rubbing his cock sitting behind his desk. She looks out the window on the other side of her own office and starts to rub herself faster and licks her lips as she slides her fingers in and out of her pussy. She can vividly imagine all the things he must be doing to himself where she can't see. Carol is off in her own world when she suddenly gets yanked back by the sound of voices and footsteps outside her door. All the girls have not gone to lunch after all. At first she is a bit embarrassed at the thought of someone possibly knowing what she is doing behind that closed door. But then she just as quickly turns her thoughts back to what her boss is doing in his office, likely jerking off like crazy. She rubs herself a little more firmly this time. As she flicks her clit, she grins and gets more stimulated as she thinks about one of the other girls walking in on their boss and seeing his hard cock exposed. She lets out an extended groan as she strokes faster and faster while still pinching a nipple. Part of her can't help but wonder if someone really is on the other side of her door silently checking her out as she stands getting wetter and wetter in her panties. The excitement is almost too much for her to take. She senses the cum welling up in Mr. Zachary's balls and a drop of pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock head. Carol uses her thumb to smear her own juices over her swelling lips and it brings out a grainy throated moan as she thrusts her hips forward. Carol can feel her orgasm build. She is just about to go over the edge when she sees his cock in her mind and it throbs as it shoots a thick stream of cum up into the air and accosts the young woman that has surprised him. Carol hangs there, on that image, on the edge of her own orgasm until she looks up into her boss's face...only it isn't his face she sees as the man strokes faster keeping a firm grip on his shaft while looking deep into her eyes....as two more shots vault from the end of that long hard cock it is no longer her boss but her fantasy cyber lover, Stephen, cumming. And he is cumming for her, on her! Carol is suddenly on the receiving end as his cum splashes against her bare stomach. Stephen continues to stroke his cock milking out every drop of cum. Then with a great flash of light then immediate darkness Carol's eyes roll up in the back of her head as her knees shake and she struggles to keep standing. A flood of pleasure and relief pour through her body. She breathes faster and in stuttering succession groans as each small wave of orgasm washes over her. In her crescendo she holds her breath for a matter seconds then exhales sharply as she falls back into the door. When she finally can breath again she looks down at her stomach and swears she can see the cum, Stephen's cum. She surprises even herself when she abruptly takes her hand from between her legs and runs her already wet finger across her bare skin imagining she is fingering his thick white cum. She is warm there, his cum is warm and sticky. Her finger then comes up to her mouth and she licks it clean tasting not only herself but her fantasy lover's cum. She is enjoying the taste of herself and Stephen when... There is a knock on her door. She jumps nearly falling forward, with her skirt still pulled up and her panties stretched down her still quivering thighs. "Carol!" It's Mr. Zachary. "Carol? I need a word with you, please."