3 comments/ 31851 views/ 2 favorites Office Tease By: elphaba69 Al could not believe Fran continued to tease him. Every day she would come in wearing short, tight skirts and low cut tops. Then she would purposely drop stuff on the floor and bend over right in front of him. She would either flash him her cleavage or a view of her tight, little ass. Normally he would then be forced to go to the bathroom and jerk off so that none of his coworkers would realize the effect that she had on him. Not today though, today she would pay for all of the teasing she had done the entire time they had worked together. About half way through a typical morning, she walked passed his desk brushing a pile of paper off and knocking it off his desk. The papers fluttered to the floor. As she bent over to pick up the papers, Al grabbed her ass. "Hey, what are you doing?" Fran exclaimed. "Get your hands off my ass." "You know you want it. Why else would shake your ass practically in my face?" "You have completely flipped your lid if you don't let me go I am going to file a sexual harassment complaint on you." "No you won't because I know you want this . I bet that if I stuck my finger into your pussy you would be soaking wet." As he said that he slid his finger forward and over her slit. "Just as I suspected." Al shoved his finger underneath Fran's nose. "Now walk and don't you dare make a sound." He trapped her one arm in back of her. He then pushed her forward towards an abandoned office then shoved her inside . Once Al slammed the door and locked it behind them. "Why are you doing this to me?" asked Fran innocently. "Don't act so innocent with me. You walk around teasing all the guys here and then act like you don't want it when someone decides to give you exactly what you want. Get down on your knees and show me what else those pouty lips of yours can do. Fran reluctantly fell down to her knees. Al unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor. "Now suck my hard cock and when I cum you better not let any go on the floor if you do you will be licking it right up." Fran then took it in her mouth slowly inch by inch. Then she withdrew and licked along the length of it. "That mouth of yours is driving me crazy." Fran could feel his cock expanding in her mouth as sucked. Secretly she could not wait until he came. She loved the feel of it sliding down her throat and the taste of it in her mouth. As she sucked Al deeper into her throat she moaned. "You're liking this aren't you?" Al taunted. "I knew you truly were a little slut and you just confirmed it for me. Now hold hold that head of yours still while I fuck your mouth." Al pounded in and out of Fran's mouth. He could not believe how good her lips felt around his hard cock. "You like the taste of my cock and I bet you'll like it even more when I slam it into your wet little pussy." He continued to slam his cock deep down her throat. Suddenly he shuttered and sent hot cum deep down her throat. When Al pulled out of her mouth, Fran licked her lips. "Hmm, you taste so good." Al then pulled her up off her knees. He shoved her over the desk in the corner of the room. He flipped up her skirt revealing her bare ass. "You are a very naughty girl. You've been walking around all day with no panties. I need to punish you." With that he slapped her ass hard. Fran let out a yelp. As he continued to smack her ass, Fran's yelp turned into moans. "You like the way that feels don't you," Al said. " You are a little slut." Fran moaned. "That feels so good." Al then turned her around. "Look what have done to me again." Fran began to lower herself in order to suck him again. "I love your mouth but I want more than just a hot mouth. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock. Get up on the desk and spread your legs." Fran sat up on the desk and spread her legs wide. "Do you like what you see?" She spread legs even wider. "Nice . Your pussy looks like it is begging me to pound it but I want to hear your mouth beg me to fuck you." " I so want to feel your big cock inside me," Fran said. "I want to feel you pounding in and out of my wet pussy." With that Al lifted her legs onto his shoulders and slammed into her. "You are so tight. Feels so good around my hard cock." He pulled out and slammed back into her. Fran began moaning. "Oh that feels so amazing. Your cock is so hard." Al continued pounding into her until her to the desk and spurted hot cum into her. Moments later Fran was convulsing around him. " Now that felt good didn't it?" "Oh yes that felt amazing," Fran exclaimed. "We must do this again," Al said. "We must keep this as our little secret though." They both slipped out of the office quietly closing the door behind them. Office Tease It's amazing what a ponytail will do to a man's libido. Just seeing you like that sends shivers down my forearms. Makes my pants tighter. It exposes your neckline. Your ears are nibble accessible. Your jawline is beautiful; not to mention imagining a handful of that ponytail is a huge turn on. The way you walk in that skirt makes it look like you're floating. Whoosh Whoosh as you walk by. You smell so good today. Not fair. How long do I have to compose myself? Can I have you now? Someone would definitely find out.. but I can't wait much longer. That neck calls out to be kissed. Maybe a little nibble. Each time you pass me, you make a point of "accidentally" brushing against me. I see how it is. One of these times, I'm just going to grab you and take what you keep offering, in not so many words. I think you'd like that. Your hips are screaming all the things that your lips are not right now. I'm getting it loud and clear. You walk into the supply closet. How convenient. I need "something" from the supply closet too. I follow closely and quickly. The sound of the door closing startles you, but does not surprise. You knew I would follow. You've been thinking of this encounter for as long as I have. You slowly turn around, and give a sly smile. I have walked right into your trap, and have done so willingly. I wonder if you wore any panties under that skirt. I'm thinking I might get to find out. But first, I need to see if that neck is as supple and inviting as I have imagined it to be. I walk up behind you, and run one hand across your neckline, gently tickling. The other hand brushes the small of your back. I can feel my pulse race in my chest and my fingers feel your heart beating in your neck. You smell so good today... You don't say a word: still facing away from me. I lean forward and breathe on your neck, just behind your ear. Good thing you've got that pony tail. So sexy. The smell of your skin gets me even harder than I already was. I didn't think that was possible. A tiny kiss at first. Your body tingles from the warmth. Your skin is as supple as I had imagined. Thank you for this moment. Good thing I locked the door. My hand moves around from the small of your back to the front of your hip. The motion pushes you back into me. You notice a pleasantly large bulge pressing into the small of your back. You'd definitely like to explore that a bit later, but first, this neck thing is feeling pretty damn good. Interesting how my tongue stud feels on your neck: it's warm, smooth hard and foreign. . Irresistible, nonetheless. A nibble on your ear elicits a moan. Oh yes. I imagine you're getting about as wet as I am hard. the anticipation is killing me, but good things come to those who wait... Besides, you've begun gyrating your hips into my rock hard cock. This feels damn good on its own. I feel like a hungry animal right now. I want you so bad, it's hard not to bite... No no. Just nibbles for now, and licks and a little sucking.... And of course my breath. Warm and sweet. I imagine you'll taste warm and sweet when i finally get this tongue down that far. My hand that's been creeping from your back to your hip is inching ever closer to that moist mound; Your hips gyrate to the rhythm of my fingers. Your skin is warm and smooth. Your thighs are amazing. I can feel the heat from under those panties. Oh yes. You want me as much as I want you. You move your feet apart slightly, allowing a bit better access. Thank you, lover. My fingers trace the outline of your panties. I feel warm, wet excitement between your legs. Your knees are shaking, your breaths are shallow and fast. The cotton is great for soaking up those juices. God, you're turned on. I wonder if it was it the anticipation, the taboo of what we're doing, my kisses, or just the fact that you know this big cock wants you so bad.... I reach up and grab a handful of hair. Fuck, I love ponytails. Suddenly, I push you to the door. Your skirt still up, my fingers are now under your panties. I push you against the door. Never letting go of your hair, I undo my jeans. Aaaahhh. Relief. It was getting way too tight in there. My shaft pulses with the idea of what I'm about to do. I rub the head, and spread the precum around. Not that I'll need lube for what's about to happen.. With a firm grip on your ponytail I push you forward. Bending at the waist, you use your hands to brace yourself. Forcefully, I flip up your skirt. I want to rip those panties right off you, but I'll be nice. My cock is so swollen and hard. I rub the head on those now soaking panties. The heat is amazing. I can feel your clit through your panties. Glistening strands seep out from my cock. Fuck! I want this so bad. Harder, I push against your panties, rubbing up and down your lips. You tremble and moan. "Please, fuck me Pierce." "Fuck me now!" Not yet. Anticipation. I'm going to enjoy this so much. Finally, I relent. "Are you ready?", I breathlessly moan. Pulling your panties down to your ankles, you kick them away. Skin to skin, cock to lips I rub now. Pushing my throbbing head to your eager hole, you lean your hips back. No, not yet. I grab the base of my shaft and swirl around. Tight fast little circles. You literally can't handle any more of this torture. Stopping now, I rest the head right where you are begging me to thrust. I grab your hip, the other hand tightens around your ponytail. You can feel my heart beating in my cock. Breathing is so fast now. My heart pounds in my chest, ears, and neck Fuck. Here we go... Or not. right when you think I'm about to shove this cock deep inside you, I suddenly back away. I said I was going to taste you, and I'll be damned if I don't. Dropping to my knees, I bury my face deep between your thighs. Holy fuck! You're dripping down your legs. I lap you up like a man dying of thirst. I need you, all of you. Your lips are swollen with anticipation. Each lick is like a lightening bolt shooting through your body. Tingles come in waves, and are followed by shudders. I suck your lips and flick your clit with the tip of my tongue. You are bucking your hips into me. I have to brace against your thighs lest I fall back. So hungry. I lick and suck you like a man possessed. My cock throbs between my legs; angry at me for how close it was to paradise just now. Don't worry my shaft. You'll get to explore deep inside her soon enough. These lips need to surround you. I can taste it. They need you bad. Long fast licks from your clit all the way back to some very taboo place that feels so good. Too good to think that it's dirty what I'm doing to you. "Don't think about it, just enjoy it", you think to yourself. Yes. Just enjoy all of it. Back and forth, up and down my tongue drives you over the edge. Good thing there's a door handle. You grip it tightly as an orgasm suddenly and violently takes over your entire body. You rock back into my face. My tongue fucks your tight little pussy as fast as it can. I feel your lips tighten around my tongue as you cum all over my face. Fuck. I could cum right now just from that. You turn me on so much. Wave after wave of orgasm flows through you. Your knees want to buckle, but you won't allow it. You need my mouth, lips, tongue, and stud to keep on doing exactly what they're doing. Your face tingles. Your neck is hot. Nipples are rock hard. Sensing a golden opportunity, I reach up and caress each breast. I can feel how hard your nipples are. Fuck. So turned on. I can tell the volcano of climax is beginning to subside from deep inside you. Maybe now you'll be ready for this cock. A stream of precum is extending from my cock all the way to the ground. My rod jumps and pulses with excitement. My shaft almost has a mind of its own, And that mind is thinking of only one thing. . . You drop to your knees. The whole thing as been too overwhelming. Panting, you plead for more. You wish you could stand, but that's not going to happen right now. A single tear streams down your face. Pleasure, ecstasy, passion all wrapped up in one little teardrop. As you collapse to your knees, you feel my cock throbbing against your ass. My poor cock. It was so close to where we both wanted it to be. "Stand up" I say. "I don't think I can", you whimper. "Fine. This dick can do the lifting..." I push forward. The head of my swollen shaft pushes on your forbidden place. The pressure is amazing. Tingles. Electricity. Your mind races as your body shudders. You bite your lip and clench your ass at first. Your eyes are clamped shut, and little moans keep escaping your mouth. How can something so bad feel so good. Precum oozes out of the tip of my cock. It's a great lubricant. I can feel your tight little ass start to relax, allowing my cock to start to explore.... Not yet. It's too much right now, and I'm too big. As the force increases, and you feel your hole begin to relent, you strain to stand. Up we go. My rod pushing you back to your feet. Fuck. It felt so good. Maybe someday we'll try that, but not today. You turn to face me. My lips are salty sweet as you kiss them gently. Standing in front of you, my cock throbs against your navel. My hands massage your breasts as your fingers tease my shaft and balls. I hope you're ready for this. I've held back long enough. It's time to see how much of this crank you can take. I'm hoping to bury it all the way, but we'll see. You're definitely wet enough but are you capable. I reach down to feel, and yes... You're more than ready with wetness. One finger and then two slide in with little effort. I reach down and grab a thigh with each hand, lifting you up and hovering over my throbbing dick, slowly I lower you. Held above my cock, the throb acts like a pleasure/torture toy. Pump, pump, pump across your clit. You're loving every second of it, but you want more. You NEED that iron rod deep inside you. You kiss my mouth with the same starvation I was showing earlier. Sucking on my tongue, you play with my stud. Moans. Deep moans escape your lips as you beg. Plead. Please. "Fuck me now, Pierce!" What restraint I've displayed thus far is now completely and utterly gone. I lower you down further, and the head of my throbbing dick starts to spread your lips. Your body quivers with excitement. Here it comes. The moment has finally arrived. Your nails dig into my back. My hands cup your ass as you slide down onto my pulsing shaft. You gasp and yelp. "Shhh! Any louder and we're both getting fired", I growl with a smile. You reply with a bite to my lip hard enough to make me let my own yelp. Well played, my dear. Good girl. All the way down you go. You've taken all of me inside you. It's so tight; almost too much. It hurts good. Pure fucking pleasure. Up you go. I lift you so that just my swollen head is still inside your sweet lips. I flex my cock, and my crown swells bigger, filling you as tight as you can go. Back down. Taking my shaft all the way to my balls. They drip with your juices. Up and down we go. Two bodies moving to one beat. Faster we grind, both feeling the rise of climax building from deep within. You begin to slap down on my shaft, rubbing your clit with each hit. Harder and faster we move. Breaths rise and fall as one. Deeper my shaft drives. The head swells even bigger, and my cock gets steel hard. You can tell I'm getting ready to explode. You know you're about to do the same. Starting in your toes and fingers, that tingling begins. Moving upward and inward it creeps. Your throat and chest feel like they're on fire. The back of your neck is cool with perspiration. Each bounce on my cock is covered in a moan from those supple delicious lips of yours. Your ponytail bobs back and forth with each thrust. You tilt your hips forward further. You want more; want it all. How deep can you force me inside you? We're about to find out. You lean forward and suck on my mouth. Out of breath and moaning, I can feel your heartbeat on your breasts as they're pressed against my chest. And then it happens. My shaft explodes with wanton desire. Every ounce of seed I had in me erupts violently from my cock. Deep inside you, I coat your walls with thick cum. As my load shoots forth, your lips and pussy tighten and convulse with the force of the strongest orgasm you've ever had. You can feel my sticky sweet cum filling you up, as your body takes you to a place you didn't know existed. Your eyes roll back, and all sense of reality is lost in this moment. Your entire existence is focused on this feeling. This warm tingly pulsing electricity bursting from my cock into your walls, and all through you. Our bodies spasm as one. Rocked again and again with an ecstasy that has never been reached by any two people, and may never be seen again. Unless we're lucky, and can find a way to sneak back into the supply closet again. "Tomorrow work for you? Same time, same place.......?" Office Tease, Will Learn to Please! Pressing the enter key, confirming she wished to shut down the company PC, Amy straitened the things on her desk in preparation for leaving for the day. Leaning further over her desk than was completely necessary, her round ass was displayed to it's best advantage in the snug black skirt she wore. Amy knew that she had the attention of at least three of the four men in the office's that surrounded the reception area, where she stood sentry for eight hours a day, answering the phone and typing up reports for the four men that occupied the offices. She gave a barely audible growl of frustration that Mr. Raptic continued to be unaware of her attempts to tantalize and tease. Leaning even further over the desk, in an attempt to catch a pencil that threatened to roll off the far edge, her already short skirt riding so high that the lacy edge of her thigh high stockings peeked from beneath her skirt. Looking towards the wall of glass in front of her desk, Amy used the reflection to glance into each office, Mr. Raptic continued to ignore her. The only thing to sooth her bruised ego is the clearing of throats and muffled groans from each of the other three offices. Straitening as she tugs the skirt back down into place, she looks towards Mr. Raptic from beneath lowered lashes. Nothing?!?! He gave no sign that he noticed her any more today than he had on the first day she walked into the office 6 months ago. His attitude towards her baffled her, no man had ever treated her with such little notice. At least not in the 10 years since she noticed she had their attention when she was only 14. From then on she had worked at perfecting the tease. Something as simple as resting the end of an ink pen against her lush bottom lip, rolling it slowly from one side of her generous mouth to the other, while one of her bosses gave her instruction was usually enough of a tease to have them forgetting the direction of their own thoughts. But Mr. Raptic was different. Hell, she was still calling him Mr. Raptic instead of using his given name like she did with each of the other men that shared the spacious office building. "Good night Amy, see you in the morning." Startled from her day dreaming, Amy smiled up at Carl as he passed by her desk. "Good night Carl, you have a safe drive home." Leaning in each office door, she gave the customary last round "Do you need anything before I leave?", more ritual than a true inquiry. Amy almost walked off without registering Mr. Raptic's "Yes, come in and close the door." Amy closed the door before moving to stand in front of Mr. Raptic's desk, shifting from one foot to the other, she waited for him to finish with his phone call. Completely unconcerned with her apparent discomfort, Mr. Raptic swiveled his comfortable leather chair away from her while he continued with his call. If it had been any of her other bosses that had left her standing while they dealt with a phone call she would have made herself comfortable in one of the supple leather chairs that faced his desk. But somehow Amy knew that making herself comfortable would not earn her the same gentle smile from Mr. Raptic as it would of from Carl or any of the others. Fifteen minutes later when he finished his phone call he turned to her, "This report is full of typing and grammar errors. Re-type it before you go home." Mr. Raptic tossed the folder towards the side of the desk where she stood. "But I left that for you to go over this morning. It's time to go home now." Mr. Raptic raised a brow, the only sign of his displeasure at the whining tone of her voice. "That report will be ready for the 6 PM mail pick up. You have 45 minutes to correct it. Maybe next time you will do yourself the favor of running a spell check before placing a report on my desk." Turning back towards his computer, effectively dismissing her, Mr. Raptic went back to his own work. Snatching the report from the desk, Amy stomped back out to her computer to begin booting it back up so she could access the reports file. Amy looked into each of the other offices, noticing that everyone else had gone home while she had stood at attention, waiting for Mr. Raptic to finish his phone call. She was relieved to know that they had not witnessed her complete humiliation at his hands. Fixing the report would only take a couple of minutes, she could have it finished and still make it home before the 6 o'clock news, but that wasn't the point. Amy was a bit peeved at how Mr. Raptic had treated her. He should have proofed that report in the morning and had her fix it then if he had found fault with her work. Instead he had purposefully waited until the end of the day, after she shut down her computer, left her standing at his desk, and made her wait even longer for him to finish a phone call to his dog walker of all people before telling her to fix the report! The more Amy thought about the indignity she had suffered, the angrier she became, the louder her key strokes got. By the time that she had the report pulled up and the spell check doing it's job, Amy was mumbling and grumbling under her breath. Five minutes later, a freshly spell checked and printed report in hand, Amy headed back into Mr. Raptic's office. This time she left her computer running, on the off chance that there might be something else that he would like to have changed. She knocked on the door frame and she waited, once again, for him to acknowledge her presence. After several moments Amy had the distinct impression that Mr. Raptic was enjoying her discomfort, the smallest hint of a grin lifted the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be waiting for something and refused to give her a hint of what would help move things along so she could head home for the day. Swallowing her frustration along with a few calming breaths, Amy knocked again, "Mr. Raptic, ermm, Sir? I have that report for you if you would like to look at it again." Looking up at the girl standing so uncertainly in the door to his office, he rewarded her 'Sir' with a small smile. It would take a bit to train her, but he considered the possibilities she presented and those thoughts brought an instant tightening to his groin. Pointing towards the corner of the desk, "The envelope is already filled out. Just add the report and seal it. Then go drop it in the mail slot for the mail room boys to pick up." Amy looked at him for a moment, uncertain if she had heard correctly, "You don't wish to look at it again before it's sent out?" He looked at her, as if reconsidering his instructions, "Did you do it right this time?" Amy nodded before adding, "yes, Sir" "Then do as you were told." Amy hesitated, suddenly unsure of herself, she picked up the envelope and carried the report back to her desk. Instead of dropping the report into the envelope, sealing it and taking off for the day as she originally planned to do, she began to do her own grammar check, intent on finding any error that the computer program would have missed. A 'is' that should be a 'his' or some such mistake that the spell check program would not have red flagged. Amy pulled out a red marker, about to mark a mistype, when she was suddenly surrounded by two powerful arms. Gasping, she looked up into Mr. Raptic's face. He slowly shook his head, "You have a real problem following even the simplest instructions, don't you girl?" Amy's eyes grew wide, the steely tone in his voice made her shiver. An arm to each side of her threatened to hold her in place, but it was his voice that kept her well shaped ass glued to her computer chair. "I don't ..... I mean ...... I just wanted to be sure that ..... it's perfect." "What did I tell you to do with the report?" Mr. Raptic did not raise his voice or move in a threatening way, but Amy shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "To put it in the envelope and seal it." Amy finally mumbled. "Yes, and did you do what I told you to do, girl?" Amy looked down, unable to meet Mr. Raptic's gaze any longer. "No, Sir. I did not." "I think that you need to learn your place. You prance around here, playing a cock tease and not keeping your mind on your work." He grinned when she looked up at him from below lowered lashes. "Did you think that I hadn't noticed all of your teasing, girl?" Amy gave a small nod. It felt as if her whole world had tilted on it's axis. She sat quietly and listened to the criticism knowing that it was deserved, she had used her body and teasing ways to wrap the other men in the office around her little finger. If the reports she typed up for them weren't perfect, well they either brought up the report on the data base and did the spell check and re-print themselves or mailed it as she had printed it for them. Suddenly she knew that her teasing would not get her out of work in the future, and that she was about to pay for her teasing past. While the girl reflected on her transgressions, Mr. Raptic pulled a roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket. The high pitched screeching noise of a section of tape being torn from the roll gaining her attention, Amy lifted her head to look at him only to have the section of tape neatly placed over her lush lips before she could utter a word of protest. He smiled as her eyes widened. "There are times when your lovely mouth should be kept closed, girl." Amy sat in shock, not sure what would happen next, she watched as he pull off another section of tape. A squeal of panic could barely be heard from behind the tape over her mouth as he tugged her hands behind her back and quickly secured them in place. Several more pieces of tape were torn from the roll and wrapped snuggly around her. "Now lets have a look at what it is that has been leading the others around by their cocks all of this time." Mr. Raptic pulled a lethal looking knife from the inner lining of his jacket, bringing the razor sharp tip towards her heaving breasts. He leered down at her as she shifted around in her desk chair, trying to move further from him, her bindings making it near impossible to put space between them, a single tear trailing down her cheek. Mr. Raptic leaned his hip up against her desk, very comfortable with the situation and unaffected by the lone tear. Unable to move or call out for help from anyone, Amy could only sit still watching the tip of the knife as it pulled at the tender threads that held her favorite lilac colored knit sweater together. The tight fitting sweater quickly becoming a shredded mess with each delicate tug of the knife until it lay open, exposing her bared breasts. "You are a dirty little slut aren't you? You come to work and tease all day while walking around with no bra on." Turning the blade so that the unsharpened edge faced the girl, he began to lightly rake the cool steel over an exposed nipple. A broad smile spread across his face as the nipple hardened for him. "You've been waiting for this for a long time, haven't you?" He reached out with his other hand, roughly pinching a nipple, twisting it between his large fingers until she closed her eyes and whimpered with pleasure. "Don't worry girl, I'll take care of you." He set the knife aside before turning to stand her up so that she faced him. "Now lets see just how far you have pushed things." Moving behind her, he gave her a gentle shove, pushing her forward. "Oommpphhh!" is the only sound that Amy is able to make when the edge of the desk is pushed into her lower tummy. Hands still bound and unable to reach out and steady herself, she falls across the desk, her ass up in the air once again. "Oh yes, as good as your ass looked earlier when you were wiggling it around like a bitch in heat, it looks even better now." He gave her cotton clad rump a firm smack before he went to work once again with the tip of his blade. This time he used it to pluck at the seam at the back of Amy's tight skirt, each loosened thread spreading the smallest of gaps in the seam until there was a nice sized hole. "Just as I thought. No panties either." He chuckled when her muffled screams could barely be heard. Leaning over her back, his hands roaming over her curves, he whispers close to her ear, "ahhh, what is this?" He thrusts two fingers deep into her wet pussy, wiggling them a bit before pulling them out, leaving her whimpering. He grins as he continues to tease her, running his talented fingers up and down her wet slit before pulling away again. Amy wiggled her ass, struggling against the tape that bound her tightly, her body screaming for the attention once again, as she whimpered and growled in frustration. "Ahhh, you want more do you?" Mr. Raptic reached around, up under her prone body, pinching at a hard nipple. "The first lesson of the day was for you to do as you are told. Your second lesson will be to learn how to beg for what you really want." He chuckled at her growl, "I think it's going to be a long night girl." ........