0 comments/ 34016 views/ 0 favorites Heather's Story-A Beach House Extra By: artiepuy This is one of several extra "mini stories" that are supplements to the Beach House series. Some of these will be elements of the story that I had in my head as I was writing a particular chapter, but which were left out because I couldn't fit them in or they didn't lend themselves to the first-person narration of the story. Others will be side stories that I thought of after a chapter was done, which may add to the plot line. This story tells what happened with Heather just before chapter 1. I hope that you enjoy it! Heather's Story - A Beach House Supplement They had told Heather to dress the part that day, so after a lot of deliberation, she'd pulled the outfit from her closet that best fit what Janet had said they wanted. A hostess at the big department head meeting. What exactly that meant, she didn't know, because no-one would tell her, it wouldn't be a test if they gave her all the answers. It was a plus for an applicant to a higher position if they had volunteered to do this though, and considering how People Co worked, she had a pretty good idea of what would be expected of her today. She just hoped it was only going to be expected by the twelve meeting attendees. Her boyfriend Jack had looked at her choice of clothing a little strangely, but he didn't say anything about it before she left the house. Heather thought about Jack as she went to catch the train downtown. She had been thinking a lot about him lately, ever since Randy's wedding, when he'd finally begun to break out of his shell a little. She and Jack had been together a long time, since childhood in fact, and she had always worried about him. He seemed to be happy staying in places that he knew, and wouldn't generally go outside those lines unless pushed. She was going to start pushing him, even if it meant pushing him out of her immediate life. She wanted to grow beyond Jack's safe lines too. It had all been planned of course, what had happened at the wedding, planned by Janet as yet another test. A test for Heather, but even more, a test for Jack. Before Heather could begin her rise up the company ranks, they had to know if Jack would be on board with the company's... "unique" way of employee relations. Janet had also wanted to know if he was any good, and no matter how many times Heather assured her that he was, Janet liked to try out EVERY applicant, and their significant other. The train to work was crowded, and Heather had to stand. As she rode in to work, she thought about her own "interview" with Janet, when she had first applied for the promotion. She had been in Janet's large office, with its glass walls showing a tranquil garden outside, and a busy office corridor inside. Janet's completely open glass desk faced that corridor, and with the glass surface and no privacy panel, it had been very easy for her to tell that Janet wore no underwear beneath her tight skirt. It had in fact been easy for anyone walking past to learn that information. It had consisted of more or less normal questions at first, although it was a bit distracting for Heather to be sitting directly across from a beautiful woman who crossed and uncrossed her legs, offering various alternating views of her charms. It wasn't that Heather preferred women, she in fact was quite the man lover, but she had no problems with enjoying women as well, and her interviewer seemed to desire being enjoyed. And observed. Halfway through the questions, the older woman had declared that it was too hot in the office. Not just stopping at taking off her tight-fitting jacket, she had unbuttoned her shirt right down to the skirt line, allowing her generous breasts, barely covered by a thin lace bra, to spill out from inside of the shirt. The interview continued on like that, and the questions began to be more personal in nature. How many times a week do you have sex with your boyfriend? Do you have any problem being with men, women, or both at once? Did it bother you to be watching him fuck me that night? And on, and on, and on. Heather liked talking about sex, but even she was beginning to get hot from the questions. Janet suggested that perhaps Heather would like to remove some clothing to cool off, repeating that idea more than once, until Heather sat at the desk with no shirt on. In her case though, she had little need for a bra, so she wore only her uniform shorts, her small breasts, with their puffy nipples easily seen by anyone in the corridor. It was at the point that the interview changed completely. Janet had stood up from her chair and come around to the front of the desk, boosting herself up onto its surface. Heather had realized that this was a question in itself, so she stood up and walked to the older woman. Releasing the bra clasps between Janet's mounds, Heather had pulled the shirt off, then the bra, using that garment as a rope to tie Janet's hands securely behind her back. She had grasped both breasts, squeezed them in her hands, lowered her lips to one nipple and bit down on it hard. Alternating between biting, and sucking or licking, pain and pleasure, she soon had the woman before her begging for more, wrapping her legs around Heather's back and pushing her crotch forward. Heather had made Janet stand up before her then, as Heather had released the woman's belt and pulled her skirt down to the floor. Once out of the skirt, Heather had Janet standing with her legs spread apart. With her arms tied behind her and her legs spread, Janet was now completely exposed to anyone passing by in the busy hall. Turning to look at the other employees watching from the corridor, Heather had walked topless out into the hall, selecting one man and one woman from the group, and then leading them by the hand back into Janet's office. Their name tags had said "Hank" and "Cindy". She'd had Hank unzip his fly and pull out his cock, then told him to stand in front of the chair that she had been sitting in earlier. She'd told Cindy to pull down her skirt and to sit on the desk where Janet had been a moment before, then told Janet to satisfy her, but to remain standing on her feet. Her hands still securely tied, Janet had leaned over at the waist to reach the other woman's pussy. Heather had crouched down behind her, taking a deep whiff, then running her tongue along the wet slit before her. She'd then pulled her thong to one side and backed herself onto Hank, plunging her own wet slit down around him in one sudden move. Trusting that he would know what to do next, she'd turned her attention back to her own task, which was to make sure that her interview was a memorable one. At times, it was hard to concentrate on just one area, as either Janet would move forward to better serve the other woman, or Hank would plunge himself into Heather with a little more force than she had expected. She had continued to lick the cunt in front of her though, plunging her tongue first deep, then shallow, into the wet hole itself, then down to the clit and up to the asshole. She'd used her fingers to rub, and to enter Janet's depths, to pinch her clit and to spread her lips out wide. The pumping man behind her had begun to speed up, to lose his rhythm, and Heather knew that he was just about to shoot his seed into her. Quickly pulling herself off of his cock, she'd pushed him forward into Janet's open hole instead. He had thrust himself into her several times, then let go with a groan, gradually slowing until he'd stopped completely. This was what Heather had wanted. Yanking Hank away from Janet, she'd quickly dove back into place, clamping her lips around the entire dripping cunt in front of her, using her tongue as a scoop, pulling his cum back out of Janet in great gobs. The older woman liked what she felt, shuddering onto Heather's face, her orgasmic convulsions pushing not only the man's remaining juices out into Heather's waiting mouth, but even more, perhaps the remainders of an earlier interview. Heather had drunk it all in, not letting any escape. Janet's wriggling had caused her face to become erratic on Cindy's pussy as well, and she too had cried out, issuing moans and random words to indicate her own state of being. The train began to slow, and through her fog, Heather heard her stop being called. She groggily realized that she must have fallen asleep standing up. Because the train had been so crowded, she had been supported by the man standing behind her. It was only after she had dazedly stepped off of the train, looking back into the car and watching him slowly lick his fingers, that she realized he had been supporting her by holding his hands tightly onto her butt and between her legs. Her thong had been pulled to the side as well; it no longer covered her slickened lips. Her shirt had been unbuttoned while she slept, and she realized that while she had been exploring her memories, this mystery man on the train had been doing some exploring of his own. Shaking her head as the train began to pull away; she straightened herself up, turning to go up the stairs that led to the street above. They had told her to go up to the boardroom's back entrance, down a seldom-used hall. The door was opened just before she knocked, and she was pulled quickly into a lounge of some type by a geeky-looking man. "Hi. I'm Ron" he said in a nasal voice, consulting a clipboard. "You must be... Heather, right?" She nodded in response. "OK. You're late, but we still have enough time to get you ready. First thing, take off your clothes". Heather started to protest that she wasn't late and that she had taken a good deal of trouble picking out the outfit. "That was just a test, like everything else around here" he told her when she started to speak. "Where you'll be, clothes will only be in the way" "Now come on" he insisted, as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. "Here. Why don't I just take them off for you?" With that, he pulled her skirt down around her ankles, and then reached up pulled her thong down as well. "You're wet" Ron said, running two of his fingers around inside of her. "Did you fuck your boyfriend this morning? You weren't supposed to have sex before you came here". Heather stared at this strange guy, beginning to get mad. "Yeah, yeah" he said. "I know. I'm the rudest asshole you've ever met, and blah, blah". "I'm also the only one who can get you into that boardroom right now, so shut up and do everything I say. Right now, I need to know if anyone has cum inside of you yet this morning". "No." said Heather, hoping that she hadn't missed THAT while riding on the train. "Some guy just felt me up while I was asleep on the ride in to work". Ron looked at her strangely. "You're kidding, right? Some guy got you this wet, and you slept right through it?" Heather didn't blush easily, but she did so now. "Well... Yeah. I guess so". Shaking his head, he said. "Oh yeah. You're gonna fit right in around here." "C'mon, Sleeping Beauty, put these on behind your back, and follow me." He handed her a pair of soft cuffs, then started walking towards a door. Heather looked down at the restraints, starting to ask "What...?" Ron came back to her. "Look. Let me make this easy for you". Snapping the cuffs over one wrist, he then pulled both arms behind her back, easily capturing the other as well. "Come on" he said, pulling her through the doorway by one arm. They entered a normal looking boardroom, with at least one exception that Heather noticed right away. A curtain ran completely around the bottom of the table, so that you could not see underneath it. Ron walked her up to the table, placing a box in front of her. Ron opened the box and began pulling out various items, all with wires trailing away from them. First, he pulled out a pair of small rubber cups. He began pinching and twisting Heather's tiny breasts and nipples between his thumb and forefinger, causing her tender flesh to harden and extend. Once he was satisfied with them, he leaned his face over to her tits, sucking briefly first on one nipple, then the other. Finally, he positioned the cups over them, pulling a small lever on each that caused the cup to gently clamp around her wet and extended nipples. Reaching for the next item, Ron said only "Kneel". Heather could only comply with his order, afraid of what he might do if she did not. "It's just as well that you're wet, anyway" he said, grabbing each knee and pulling them apart, making her pussy fully visible to his gaze. "It'll save time." he went on. "Otherwise, I'd have had to lube you up before I did this". On the word "this", he pushed something long up into her tunnel. Heather jumped in surprise from the unexpected entry, but it didn't hurt, so she didn't say anything. "Crawl under" was Ron's next command. When Heather pushed through the curtain, she could see two other naked women under the table as well. Each had similar equipment and wires attached to their bodies, and each had their soft cuffs attached to a ring mounted under the table. Looking over to her left, she saw a third ring. Guessing that it was for her, she crawled over towards that side of the table. "Good girl" Ron said, crawling under with her, first locking the ring to her cuffs, then plugging her wires into jacks under the table. "Listen closely, there's not much time" Ron said. "You're responsible for the four people around you. Pay attention, they will let you know when they need a little stress relief. See the light bulbs here?" "Only one person can request you at a time. Whoever has you also has control over your attachments". He adjusted the device pushed up inside of her, then the cups on her nipples, after saying this. "These can give pleasure, or pain. It's up to the operator". "It's how they let you know if you're doing what they want." Looking into her fearful eyes, he said "Some of them can get very... "creative" with those things." Smiling at her, he began to back out from under the table. "Just do your best. Good luck!" Then he was gone. After at least ten minutes had passed, Heather began to wonder why Ron had told her that there wasn't much time. It seemed that there had been quite enough time for her to doubt whether volunteering for this meeting had been a good idea. Just as she had decided that it had not, a door opened, and she could hear the voices of several people entering the room. As people began to take their seats, their legs would appear through the curtain around the table. Two men's legs and one woman's surrounded Heather; she noticed that there was still room for one more chair. Looking around at the rest of the table, she could see a similar mix around each of the other two women beneath it. Immediately after sitting down, one of the men assigned to her pulled his pants down around his ankles, revealing very hairy fat legs and a short penis of about two inches. He began playing with himself, managing only to reach about four inches no matter how hard he tried. His swollen, hairy balls hung beneath his cock, making his whole package look quite comical and disgusting. Heather could now see that a light was mounted under the table at each chair, the one at this chair kept flickering on for an instant, and then back off. The second man and the woman managed to maintain just a bit more dignity, although with the short skirt and sheer thong that she was wearing, along with the fact that she kept her knees wide apart, Heather could easily see the lips of the woman's pussy. The skin around her crotch seemed to be dark and discolored, Heather couldn't quite make out what the cause of that was. The second man kept his zipper closed for now. The woman's crotch seemed a much more interesting place to look at than the fat hairy man playing with himself under the table, so Heather did so, moving in closer to get a better look. Her head was just between the woman's spread knees when a booming voice entered the room. "All right, people. Let's get some work done here!" The leader of the meeting had arrived. The woman's knees swung shut, knocking into Heather's head. Her head ringing from the blow as the meeting progressed; Heather learned that it had something to do with a combination project being done with Marketing, Delivery, and IT. The booming voice belonged to the VP of Logistics, a number of company directors and managers made up the rest of the room. The VP sat down in the fourth empty chair before her. With the exception of the fat man's, none of the lights under the table came on for several minutes. His light would flash on and back off every few seconds. Heather noticed a light come on steady for one of other her companions under the table first, above a man's legs. Fascinated, she watched to see what the other woman would do. The woman moved forward slowly, apparently too slowly for the man, as a small light on each of her nipple cups lit up briefly, causing her to jump in surprise. Heather guessed that some sort of stimulation had been applied to her nipples, encouraging her to move a little more quickly. The woman pushed forward, taking the man's bare cock between her lips. Heather continued to watch the scene before her, completely missing the light that had turned on behind her. A short electric tingle went suddenly through her nipples, getting her attention. Turning around, she finally noticed the light, which was steadily on above the second man's chair, the one who had not been playing with himself earlier. The fat guy's light had stopped flashing. She thought to herself that perhaps one person's light would stop another's completely, so that... "Ouch!" she thought as a longer jolt went through her nipples. "Damn, that hurt a little! OK, time to get to work". She quickly moved in between the man's legs, anxious to avoid another shock, surrounding the tip of his erect penis with her lips. As a reward, the cups surrounding her nipples issued a small amount of wet suction. She could have sworn that she even felt a tongue flick the left one. Giving head without the benefit of her hands proved more difficult than she had expected. She had no control over where the man's cock was, she could only do her best to keep it within her reach as she continued to suck and lick. It would be a bit easier if he would move forward a bit, and after a little experimentation she found that the ring she was attached to had a few inches of play in it, although a spring would pull it back if she didn't supply a steady pull. Once again, she felt the sensation of a wet tongue on her nipples. She decided that the man was asking her to do something besides sucking on the tip of his cock, suggesting to her that her tongue was not busy just then. Pulling her mouth back a little, she began to lick the head of his cock as she would have a popsicle, occasionally moving her mouth back down its length. The man's cock was not huge, but it was long enough so that each time she took its length into her mouth she could feel it just start to touch her throat. The pleasurable tingling that she was receiving in her nipples told her that she must be on the right track. Slow and steady. That seemed to be what this guy wanted right now. Don't make too much noise, just drive the level of pleasure that both of them felt, slowly and steadily up, until he got what he needed. Quite possibly, she might have a good time giving it to him. Servicing this cock, which was attached to a man who might as well be invisible, who she probably didn't even know, became her goal. This single cock was her responsibility right now, without anything else to do or anyone else to touch or be touched by; bringing this one cock to its climax was her only desire in the world. It took a lot of work, and she had to learn some new angles on how to suck a cock without her hands, but on one of her downward strokes, hands reached down to grab the back of her head, pushing his cock beyond her mouth and into her throat. She could feel his strong, full spray striking the back of her throat, making it that much easier to swallow everything, since his cum was already going down anyway. Six times, she felt the blasts, his cock erupting in what seemed like a full pint of liquid. Heather's Story-A Beach House Extra As it slowly shrunk down and withdrew from her mouth one last time, she tried in vain to recover its firmness, pulling with her suction and licking with her tongue, hoping to get him hard again. Giving up the fight at last, she pulled her head back once more, watching as he pushed his now soft cock back into his pants and closed the zipper. She wondered who it had been, this man who she had so recently had within her lips. She wondered if he knew who she was, whether some time they might meet again, with both of them fully visible to each other. His light went out, and Heather missed him already. As soon as the first light went out, she noticed the fat man's light begin to flicker again. As she wondered if his just didn't work or if something else was going on, she heard the VP call for a mid-morning break. Everyone would get one half hour to stretch out and catch up on messages. No way. How long had it taken her to bring her man to orgasm? Mid-morning already? As she kneeled beneath the table, the chairs all pulled back, and the meeting attendees got up and exited the room, leaving the three naked women behind. Would they just be left there to wait? All was quiet, then they could hear a door open, followed by footsteps walking over to the table. The curtain parted, and three heads poked in. Ron came over to her, gently releasing her from the table ring and plugs, while two young women did the same for her companions. All three women slowly crawled out from under the table, unsteady on their feet after having been on their knees for so long. Their attendants helped them walk out the cramps, offering them something to eat or drink. "Don't drink too much" Ron said to Heather quietly. When she looked at him questioningly, thinking about how thirsty she was, he only said "Think about it". They were taken to use a bathroom, and although Ron didn't go in with her, he did have to reach between her legs to remove the tube he had pushed inside of her earlier. Heather wondered about that tube, as she had only received sensations on her nipples in her first contact. Watching as Ron pulled it out from between her lips, she thought that it just looked like a long, thin dildo. When Heather finished in the bathroom, Ron told her to sit on the table, that he would have to put the tube back in. "I'm not really that wet right now" she said. "That's OK. We'll just have to lube you up this time." he replied. "There's two ways to do this, I'm going to use the second one - we have a little time". Heather backed up to the table and sat down, wondering what the two methods were. Ron kneeled down in front of her and spread her knees apart, then did something she hadn't expected at all. He leaned in between her legs and began to lick her pussy. The top of his tongue was rough, but it felt good as it ran the length of her slit, from bottom to top. He used no hands, only his lips, teeth, and tongue, but his technique was quite good, considering that by his geeky looks he probably didn't get to do this very much. The roughness of his tongue against her lips and outer channel, alternating with his occasional but direct assaults on her clit, combined to make her juices come flooding out. "Another couple of minutes of this" thought Heather "That's all I need". Sensing that she was now wet enough; Ron leaned back, reached over and grabbed the tube, pushing it easily up her twat. Then he stood up, telling her, "OK, up you go, and back under the table". Heather let out a plaintive whimper, wanting his mouth back on her, wanting him to finish what he had started. "Hey, the alternative was a quick shot of cold lube" Ron told her. "I think you came out ahead on the deal". She gave him a look that she usually reserved for door-to-door missionaries, then saying nothing; she got back to her knees, going under the table. Ron followed close behind, watching the round bottom and now dripping cunt just inches from his face, with its probe once again inserted firmly inside, as she crawled back into position. He thought about how that cunt might look with his now hard cock inside of it instead, but right now he had a job to do. He locked her to the ring once again, taking longer than before to check the wiring attachments and the fit of the devices on her tiny breasts and within her pussy. Then he backed away from the table, leaving her and her two companions on their own once more. Heather waited in the darkness once again, hearing as the door opened and the attendees all returned to their seats. Just as before, the light by the fat man began blinking on and off as soon as he sat down, she realized then that it had remained dark the entire time that he had been gone. The blinking must be entirely of his doing. The meeting resumed, but for a while there was no summoning light. As she waited though, she noticed that more than one time when the fat man's light would blink on, she would feel a tiny shock on one of her nipples, once even deep within her channel. The light above the woman finally came on steadily though, its owner scooting forward in her chair so that only enough of her bottom rested on it as was necessary to stay seated. "That's nice," thought Heather, "at least she's making it easy for me to reach her." Although the light under the table provided a better look at the discolorations around the woman's private areas, Heather couldn't take any time right now for a closer examination. She didn't wait for another invitation either, moving quickly forward, she started just as Ron had done with her, running a flattened tongue up from the woman's asshole to her clit. She was rewarded for her quick action by the sensation of a cock being pushed up into, and then pulled back out of her. Apparently the tube was not just a vibrator or dildo; it also had an enlarged outer ring that could travel up and down its entire length on command. The woman had extremely large labia; these must have protruded over an inch on their own. Heather licked and sucked them for a few minutes, enjoying their feel, using her teeth to pull one of them to its full length of almost three inches. Apparently the woman had taken the break as an opportunity for a quick fuck, because Heather could smell and taste a man's cum on her. Pulling back from the woman's cunt for a moment, she watched intently as a ball of the white liquid was pushed out through its entrance. Diving back in with her mouth, she slurped the snowball into her mouth, swirling it around on her tongue and finally swallowing it. Heather actually liked the taste of cum, almost anyone's cum. She forgot that her job was only to please this woman, and she attacked the cunt before her with her tongue, driving deep to obtain more of the sticky substance. After a few minutes of this activity, having retrieved all of the cum deposited inside of the woman, receiving more and stronger thrusts from the device inside of her, she realized that perhaps she might need to slow down, that causing this woman to orgasm uncontrollably in the middle of a large meeting might not be a good impression on her part. She slowed her licking down once again then. Having completely avoided the woman's clit all of this time, Heather decided to let her calm down a bit before she addressed that particular spot. Sucking one of those long lips into her mouth and running her tongue along its edge earned her a slow, pumping, suction on her own nipples. Heather repeated this on the other side, then began running her tongue up and down the surface between the huge lips. Once again, the outer ring of the tube in her own depths began to move inside of her. This time though, it didn't stop after one trip, or even two. It traveled time after time, sometimes quickly driving up, sometimes slowly. Heather's own juices flowed once again, her breath beginning to come in ragged gasps. She was supposed to be pleasuring the woman; instead the reverse was coming true. Driving her tongue into the anonymous cunt before her, she finally allowed her lips to make contact with its clit. Because she had not really touched that place before now, it had been waiting, begging for her attention. As soon as Heather came into contact with her clit, the woman gave a strong shudder, squeezing her legs together and clamping Heather's head in place. Holding the base of the woman's sensitive bud between her teeth, Heather began to gently rub her tongue slowly across it. Sometimes fluttering it lightly, sometimes strumming it like a guitar string, she began to drive the woman back up, up, and finally over the top, her head still trapped tightly between the woman's shuddering thighs. The device in her own cunt continued to simulate a cock thrusting repeatedly in and out, in and out, and Heather's own orgasm began to build up within her. Its pace quickened, until it was driving into her faster than any man ever had. As it quickened, it felt as if the ring was getting larger around and longer, stimulating more of her receptor nerves, giving her the feeling of being filled with a huge, hard, fat cock. Through all of this, her head remained trapped in place, causing her to feel as if she was being forcibly held down while being entered from behind, as if she had been captured by one person while a second drove into her from behind. It was all too much. Heather's breaths came out in short pants, and she was allowed to cum. Biting her lip to remain quiet, she squeezed her eyes tight, continuing the feeling of being pounded from behind, suddenly unable to remain on her knees. The other woman finally released her head, allowing her body to slowly sink to the floor in a heap, her arms stretched behind her, still securely attached to the bottom of the table. The feeling of being deeply fucked coming from the device within her gradually slowed until it stopped altogether. Heather lay that way, beneath the table for what seemed like a long time, unaware of the woman's light going off, of the fat man's light beginning to blink once again, of more short shocks to her nipples and cunt, of the meeting above her breaking up for lunch. It was only when Ron crawled under the table next to her, gently removing the rod from her depths and the cups from her now red nipples, and undoing the soft cuffs from her wrists, that she became aware once again of the world outside of herself. The naked woman hugged herself tightly to her handler's back from below, burying her face in his neck. Ron crawled slowly out from under the table, her limp form trailing between his legs as he went. This time, Ron had to come into the bathroom with Heather, walking her over to a shower in one corner, holding her body up, while the warm, soothing water cascaded over her naked body. It didn't bother her at all that he did this, that he used his hands to apply body wash to every part of her body, or that he gently toweled her off afterwards, once again reaching every spot on her with its softness. He brought her a robe to wear and stayed with her while she ate the lunch that had been delivered. If Ron had not done so, Heather would have been alone through all of it, and she doubted if she could have taken care of herself as well as he had. It seemed all too soon that she had to return, once again getting the cuffs snapped over her wrists, having the nipple cups attached, having the tube inserted, (although this time she was already wet, having been thinking throughout lunch about the last time he had installed it). She wished that she hadn't thought about that, she would have liked that personal attention to be repeated. Under the table they crawled together, Heather knowing quite well what was expected of her by now. She waited in the dark once more, watching the fat man's light begin to flash as soon as he sat down, feeling the tiny jolts going through her nipples, hoping that the VP would just call her forward so that these tiny annoyances would stop. Then it happened. The fat man's light came on steady. At the same time as both of her nipples were tightly squeezed, her cunt and her clit were hit with strong electric shocks, causing her to wince in pain. Still emitting a shock, the ring surrounding her pussy rod began to slowly travel up inside of her, shocking every inch inside of her tunnel. Looking up with tear-streamed eyes, she saw that the fat man once again had his pants and underwear around his ankles. His hand reached out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head in towards his tiny cock. He had not pulled his chair forward enough for her to easily reach him, so he swung her forward by her arms, pulling her knees completely off of the ground so that her entire body was being supported by her toes, her cuffs in the table ring, and his hand holding onto her hair. As well as she could, Heather sucked him into her mouth, afraid of what he might do if she did not. Barely able to even reach it, still she did her best to do so. The tube inside her was slamming into the back of her tunnel with tremendous force, a tiny, vibrating protrusion on its base was angrily whipping her clit, and her nipple cups were squeezing so hard that she could no longer even feel them. The only good part was that his man was not long on stamina. He came rather quickly, despite her inability to provide him with much stimulation. His semen sprayed her face, coating her hair, her eyes, her cheek. He finally let go of her hair, and she swung back from his chair, her knees finally able to touch the ground again. She was still being assaulted by all of the devices attached to her. These finally stopped, the man's light going dark at the same time. She panted from the pain and the humiliation. If her hands had been free, she would have reached up right then, grabbing the man's tiny cock and balls and twisting them until she pulled them completely off of his body. But she didn't have her hands, and the only thing that she could reach with her mouth was his bare, hairy knees. She figured that biting him on the knee not only wouldn't gain her anything, it would probably earn her broken teeth and the loss of her job. "Everything is a test." Ron had said. Perhaps this was yet another test, to see how far she could be bent before she broke. Well, she wasn't going to break here; she was going to overcome this. Sometime in the future, she would find out who this man was, and she would make sure that he paid for his treatment of her. But not today. She plotted all of the ways that she might accomplish this, as the meeting went on above her. There was no more flashing light, and the VP never did call for her services, and the meeting finally finished. The VP got up from the table, and she heard his footsteps recede from the room. She heard Janet's voice, saying "We need each of you to turn in your evaluations of the ladies beneath the table, so that we can let them out". Heather could hear the sound of papers being shuffled, and then all of the people got up from around the table. This time, they did not leave the room though. Janet's voice was heard once again. "Can we get these women out now please? I think they've been under there long enough". Ron and the other two attendants poked their heads under the table. Once again, Ron reached up and removed her cuffs, her nipple cups, and the rod from within Heather. He had brought her the robe, putting it around her shoulders so that she could have some modesty at last. Rising out into the room at large, Heather could see just about all of the people who had been at the meeting. Also there were Janet, the other two women, and the three attendants. She scanned the group, easily spotting the sweaty, fat man in the bunch. She examined him closely, making certain to memorize his face. Someday, he would pay for the way he had treated her. Heather also recognized the woman in the tight skirt, and she made a note of her as well. In the steady room light, Heather could see that the dark coloring on the woman's skin was actually many large tattoos. She would be looking this woman up later too, although for an entirely different reason than the fat man. Janet stepped toward the three women who had been under the table. "I'm seeing excellent comments on you three, I think that you'll be pleased that you volunteered for this". Looking straight into Heather's eyes, Janet asked "Are there any comments that you ladies wish to make? You can say anything you like". Janet and Heather's eyes remained locked, as Heather quietly said "No. Nothing at all". The other two shook their heads, indicating that they too had nothing they wished to say. Janet took one last look at the fury in Heather's eyes, finally smiling, nodding, and turning away. "All right then" she said. "We have one last thing then". "Each of these ladies," she waved her hand towards Heather and the others. "May choose any person at all in the room, for any activity they wish to have". "Any activity" she repeated. The other two women picked men who dressed and acted like they were high up on the People Co ladder. Heather assumed that they felt it might help their career. She scanned the crowd, finding the person she wanted to choose, then walked and grabbed the man's arm. Janet looked at her in surprise, asking her "Why him? What made you choose him?" Heather smiled, saying "Ron was an asshole when I first got here, but he helped me out a lot today. I've grown to like him, and trust him, and I don't see why only people at the top should get rewarded today". Ron looked down at the smiling young woman holding his arm. "I have something to tell you, and we'll see if you still trust me after I say it". Then his voice changed, from the nasal one she had always heard when she was with him, to the deep one he had used as he had opened up the meeting that morning. "My name is Ron Wilson, and I'm the VP of Logistics. I am in fact, as of this instant, now your boss three levels up". "Congratulations, you just got a new job!" Heather was thrilled, and she hugged Ron arm's tightly. She couldn't wait to get home and tell Jack the good news. "I won't be able to make it this weekend" Ron went on. "But I would like to personally invite you to the company's beach house this weekend. Janet will be there, she'll take good care of you". "Don't worry about time off. Friday is the fourth of July. You can go up there on Thursday and stay through Monday". A smiling Heather watched as two security guards quietly came into the room, standing just behind the fat man. "Now" asked Ron then. "Are you SURE there's nothing you want to say to anyone Heather?" Heather looked at his face, asking a question with her expression. "Go ahead" he said softly. She walked across the room towards the fat man, pulling the robe off of her body as she approached him. Running one hand along her once again naked body in front of him, brushing her small breasts, caressing the lips of her pussy, she reached out with the other one, unzipping his pants, pulling his tiny cock out for all to see. He went instantly hard as she rubbed her hand along its minimal length, until it pointed straight up. She wrapped one arm around his back, rubbing the naked front of her body against his fat belly. The man's arms wrapped around her, as she quietly said "Is this what you want? Would you like to have this body, every day, do whatever you want to it, every day?" The fat man nodded, his eyes taking in the view of her tiny breasts, with their puffy nipples, while Heather nodded to the two security guards. Each moved closer to the man, ready to grab his arms. "Well," Heather continued, still speaking in a quiet voice. "Let me tell you about that, because..." "THAT!!!" she shouted into his ear, as her knee came sharply up, crashing into his exposed scrotum, with its fat, swollen, balls. Heather's Story-A Beach House Extra His eyes went wide as a squeal escaped his lips. The security guards grabbed him by the arms then, holding him up. "IS NOT!!!" she shouted again, her knee driving into his crotch a second time. The fat man's face turned purple, but was still held in place by the two guards. "GOING TO HAPPEN!!!" she shouted into his face, bringing her knee up a third and final time. This time, even the guards could not hold him up. He sunk to the floor, his hands and arms held securely, unable to grab his crotch, to comfort himself in his pain. Heather had played soccer in high school, so these had not been girlie kicks. She had used all of the strength that her tired body could give her to deliver them. Turning her back on the man, not even stopping to put her robe back on, she walked back over to Ron, wrapping her arm through his and saying, "I think that's about the only thing that I wanted to say". Everyone in the room looked at her in awe. This tiny woman, who had appeared to be helpless, had just dropped a man twice her size and three times her weight. Ron removed her arm from his then, walking up to the crying man suspended between the two beefy guards. "Peter," he said, "you've been warned before about your actions in meetings. You knew that we had turned your controls off, and yet you still tried to use them. Apparently you found a way to do that, and you abused this woman with your power". He went on, "These two men will help you to your car, and someone will be down shortly with any personal items in your office. Don't come back". "You're fired". Peter was dragged out of the room, groaning. The rest of the people in the room left as well then, leaving Heather and Ron alone. "Would you like to go up to my office?" Ron asked. "We can get very comfortable up there". "We could do that." replied Heather. "But first, I want to show you something that I noticed today. Come over here with me". She had seen a long, low, padded, stool on one side of the room, and she now led him over towards it, walking alongside the conference table as she did so. Ron didn't notice the two objects that she picked up as she passed the table. "Come here" she repeated, pulling him by the hand to the stool. "Here. Lay down on your back on top of this". Holding tightly on to his hands, rubbing them up the full length of her naked body, starting with her legs, moving just past the V between her legs, gently touching her tiny breasts, and then finally raising them above his head, she moved her mouth into his for a long kiss. Then she quickly snapped the two pairs of soft cuffs over each of his wrists, pulled them up to the steel chair rail that went completely around the room, and snapped them securely over it. Ron let out a wicked smile as soon as he realized what she had done. This was one very smart, hot, sexy girl. He figured that he might be a little uncomfortable for a little while here, but he also figured it would probably be worth it. Heather got up then, stepping back to examine her "prisoner". "You are overdressed" she said, pulling off his fancy shoes and his socks, unzipping his pants, and then pulling them down and off of his legs. Reaching under each leg of his underwear, she grabbed the material tightly, pulling it up until the fabric tore, the briefs coming noisily off of his body. This exposed his cock, which to Heather's delight was at least eight inches long in its soft state. Leaning her face in close, brushing her lips along its full length, she said "We're going to come back to this a little later. Oh yes, we will indeed come back here." Ending the slide of her lips with a quick suck on its tip, Heather stood up once again. "All day, I've been at the mercy of others, even of you" she said. "You may have thought that I was going to go back to your office with you, let you fuck me, let you do whatever you wanted to me". "I'm done with having things done TO me today" she went on. "I'm the one in charge right now". Kneeling down, her ass just touching the top of his chest, she reached her hands down to her cunt. Using her fingers to spread her lips wide, so that Ron could see her swollen clit and wet inner channel, she went on. "I'm going to hold this in front of your face, just beyond a place that's comfortable for you to reach". "But you WILL reach it, and you WILL lick it, and you WILL suck it, and you WILL take your time doing all of that". And she did just that. Any time that Ron seemed able to relax his neck while he serviced her cunt with his mouth; Heather would pull it away just a little. Just as she had needed to do under the table, Ron had to figure out new ways to stimulate her, with no hands, able only depend on his lips and tongue. He found that he not only needed to do this, he wanted to do this. The extra work needed, the extra time needed, made his cock grow harder than he had ever believed it could. After what seemed like forever, with his neck on fire, his jaws screaming in their own agony, with even his tongue tired from the extra effort required to access the dripping cunt just out of easy reach, Heather's thighs clamped shut around his head, her entire body racked in convulsions as she lowered herself down onto his face, pushing his head down into the cushioned stool. Ron took deep breaths whenever he could, his mouth and nose completely covered by her dripping, thrashing, cunt. Heather finally slid down, sitting on his chest instead of his face, as Ron gasped air into his lungs. She looked down, and could see that his eight inch soft cock had become a thirteen inch steel bar. Hungrily, she looked at it, sliding herself down his body, leaving a wet trail of her juices and Ron's saliva down the front of his tailored shirt. The angle of her slide kept her clit in contact with the fabric, and each time her gaping lips went across one of the shirt's buttons, her clit would catch on the button, causing the shirt's button to spring up and across her own button, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her wet crotch reached the tip of his cock at last, and she continued to slide slowly down along its length, her lips spreading to each side of the monster, her clit trailing behind on the surface. When she reached the bottom of its length, she slid herself back up along its length, coating its surface in the juices pouring out of her soggy slit. Eight times she repeated these movements, until his cock was so slick with her trail that she could barely feel it sliding past beneath her. Reaching down, she grabbed his huge, now well-lubricated cock, pulling it away from his body so that it pointed straight up into the air. Crouching on her feet, her knees bent, she lifted herself above the shaft, aiming its tip. Then she fell down upon its length, removing all support her knees had been providing, letting gravity drive his rod deep within her, falling with such force that it pushed his hips down into the cushion beneath him. Raising herself up once again, she repeated the same action, driving his fat, long cock deeper inside of her than any man had ever been before. Heather began to use him as a living sex toy, driving herself down upon his shaft, only to rise up once again. Faster and faster she went, with no concern for what he might want, or need. Ron got enough though. He got enough friction from her movements, he got enough personal feedback from her rising screams as his huge cock was driven up into her, he got just enough to feel the pressure swelling within him, holding it within him as long as he could, he finally filled her up with his seed, just as she drove herself down upon him one last time, screaming out in release of the frustrations she had been feeling all day. Both of them were gasping for air, covered with sweat, saying each other's names both loudly and quietly. He had filled her up, she could hold no more, and cum was leaking slowly around the seal her lips had made around the shaft of his cock. She had used him up, driven him to an orgasm at the same time as her own, the two people shouting out as if they were rutting animals. There was only one thing left to do, Heather thought. Only one more way to use this man, to make her feel that she had control over what happened to her own body. Rising from the huge cock, and oh, she so hated to leave that huge cock, Heather moved her cunt back up to Ron's face. As he saw her soggy opening being lowered once again to his mouth, Ron had the same reaction most men would; he opened his lips and extended his tongue to greet it. But she stopped, just an inch above his mouth, hovered at a point where only his tongue touched any part of her. And she relaxed her cunt muscles, releasing his load into the mouth of the person it had come from, filling his mouth with his own cum mixed with her juices. His mouth filled up, and the combined liquids began to run across his face, down his neck, soaking the collar of his shirt. When the liquid finally stopped coming out, he swallowed what he could, then she lowered herself the rest of the way to his lips. Once again, his tongue was busy, licking her clean, taking in what remained of his own cum. When all of the liquids were gone, Heather experienced one last orgasm, tiny in comparison to the ones she had already taken from this man. Heather reached up then, releasing his soft cuffs, letting his hands roam her body as much as he wanted, up along her tiny breasts, once more down to her pussy, smoothly traveling along the curves of her butt. As they lay on the floor together, Ron, his hands ceaselessly wandering her body, snagged his pants from the floor, reaching into one pocket and snagging a cell phone. He ordered a limo to take her home, so that she wouldn't have to take the train home in her present state. "Forty-five minutes" Ron said, after hanging up on the call. "Whatever are we going to do with that much time?" asked Heather, moving to her hands and knees, pointing her well-used cunt in his direction. Later, as she rode home in the back of the limo, Heather went over the events of her day. She had a new job, and she had a new lover. The work had been hard, and very painful at one point, but in the end it had all been worth it. She wondered, not for the first time, who she would have chosen if Ron had not made that one small mistake after the meeting was all over. She had been looking at those expensive shoes under the conference room table for hours, and it was only when Janet had told them they could be with anyone in the room that she had seen the very same shoes on the feet of her own attendant. She smiled to herself. Sometimes life just worked out that way.