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The Office Ch. 01

By: atrickofthelight



His name was Nicholas.

He'd wanted to be a lawyer for as long as he could remember--his father was a civil rights lawyer, his grandfather was a judge, and his great-grandfather was a district attorney--it was in his blood. After attending law school for several years and passing the Bar exam, he applied to a law office where he'd developed professional and personal connections: Davis & Warner & Associates. Few employees of the firm had any idea that he'd hardly even applied, but most didn't even care; he did his job and did it well. During the first meeting, however, a certain VP by the name of Rachel Warner kept giving him dirty looks-—he didn't think much of it: having already won ten cases within the first couple months, he felt himself nigh indestructable. He put in more hours, did more research, and was as well-versed (or better) than anyone else working cases on file. 

Miss Warner was well-dressed (Davis & Warner had a much stricter dress code then than it does now—-it's relaxed slightly, but those lawyers that try cases still adhere to it), but he could tell by the cut of the fabric that she was wearing an Armani suit. She wore her bright red hair in a tight ponytail, rimless glasses that enhanced her piercing blue eyes, and heels beneath her slacks. The heels made it hard to tell how tall she was and, as he thought about it, he'd concluded that it was a subtle way to make up for her short stature.

He was caught off-guard, looking back up, by the intensity of those eyes--if looks couldn't kill, he would have been flattered by the amount of attention that he was getting, but grew increasingly more unsettled by that stare. It was obvious she was hardly paying attention to the meeting, but nobody seemed to notice (or care.. it was explained to Nicholas in great detail that she wasn't one you wanted to cross, and had a reputation for being the cause of a few young lawyers' untimely disappearances from the firm). He tried to play it down, pretending to take notes here and there, but it was obvious enough that he was to be her new target. "And I was beginning to like this place," he thought, smiling ruefully.

When the meeting adjourned he let several people file out before standing, hoping to put some human space between himself and the deadly redhead, but she waited until he stood to leave, landing one final glance deep in his soul before shoving past him, disappearing into the corridors.

A few weeks passed and he had almost forgotten about it--he'd just won another big case and an important client for the firm--and was sitting in his office enjoying a celebratory joint. A departure from policy, but a well-deserved departure. Closing the case file and centering it neatly on his desk, he leaned back in his chair and glanced around the office at accumulated paraphernalia from the years of his young adult life: framed posters and prints created by friends college friends, the statue of an angel made of ceramic by an ex-girlfriend, personal diaries kept neatly in the bookshelf right alongside volumes of trusty (if obscure) judicial codes. He stared out the window at the twenty-second floor office across the way, wondering what sort of business they were up to at 7:30pm on a Wednesday night (most of the office staff had gone home or, at least, to the bars). He gazed up at the ceiling fan. He watched it spin for a while, breathing the smoke deep. Never in his life had he felt such a great sense of accomplishment or contentment. Until he looked at the door to his office.

He'd made it a point to close and lock the door, shutter the blinds, and put the "back tomorrow" sign up—-it was kitschy, especially in an office as professional as D&W, but he thought it added character. One hand on the doorknob, the other on her hip, she startled him so badly that he gasped, dropping the joint on his suit. "Fuck!"

For years he wondered, "how *did* she get in?"--he would have guessed that she had keys to all the offices, had he not changed my locks late one Saturday night-—but all he cared about, at that moment, were the next words to fall from her mouth. "You bet your ass, 'fuck,'" she said, voice even, cool blue eyes catching one of the last rays of sunlight at sunset. He'd never really got a good look at her body—-she was actually pretty attractive-—he'd just never noticed, for trying to avoid her like the plague. She locked the door and turned the handle, closing it silent, blinds still shuttered. Even though he'd had plenty of experience reading people, she was an enigma-—unmarried, (at least, as far as he knew), no children, and no social life-—not to mention the poker face. After patting the smouldering shirt out (the fabric had caught, and he'd just ruined an expensive silk shirt), he snuffed the joint, trying his best to pretend as though nothing had really happened. "These are not the 'droids you're looking for," he thought, almost chuckling to himself. He swallowed the laughter, which immediately turned his stomach. 

"How may I help you, Miss Warner?" he intoned, polite as you please, smiling genially though his heart was about ready to explode. She took four steps to the edge of his desk—pushing his chairs out of the way without looking or any real effort—and grabbed his tie just below the knot, yanking him a full six inches from his seat and uncomfortably close to her face, almost demonic in pallor, now that the sun had set, watching his reaction. The scent of her perfume was strong at this distance, and ran through his bloodstream like wine, heightened by the half-joint he'd smoked. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman. He wondered if the rumors that she didn't date were true.

"Shut up," she returned coolly, voice cutting through his buzz like a razor. "And be glad you didn't flinch. I can always tell who's who around here, and I find a way to cut cancers like you off the payroll but quick. But you.." she trailed off for a split-second. But before he could figure out what she was thinking, she had already wrapped her hand around the back of his head and shoved her tongue halfway down his throat. "You're my new bitch." She laughed and he paled—the sound was as chilling as her gaze—and fell back into his seat with a dejected look. The company's drug policy was strict but they never tested unless there was good reason, and her word would have him peeing in a cup the next day. His life as a lawyer flashed before his eyes. "Come here," she commanded, taking a step back and pointing where she'd just been standing. He gave her a look that said, "I know that what I was doing was wrong, but you can't make me." She smiled, and snapped her fingers. "Now, bitch."

He sighed, leaving his seat (which creaked reluctantly) to move around the thick wooden desk, standing directly in front of her. He had to look down at her—she was about six or seven inches shorter—and immediately regretted it: not only did he catch her gaze, but she grabbed him hard by the balls, and squeezed. "Turn around," she said, sending a chill down his spine and leaving his balls smarting as he turned his back to her. With the same force and grace that she'd thrown the chair out of her way she ripped his (ruined) shirt away from his body, admiring the smooth, unblemished skin of his back. "Hey, I.." he began, but was cut short by a sharp pain emanating from his nipple. He didn't make a sound. "I was going to fire you—well, have my uncle fire you, but what's the difference?—but you don't flinch. That's why I'm making you my new toy. Understand?"

"Yeah," he replied. "What?!" she hissed, twisting his nipple viciously, indicating that no, that was not the right answer. "Yes, Miss Warner," he said, correcting himself. She grinned. "Good boy." With her free hand she'd unbuckled his belt and whipped it away from his trousers before he knew what was happening, and pushed his pants and boxers down to the floor. "Bend over your own desk, you potsmoking hippie. And you'd better thank me for every—" Whhkshh!! "—lash. This is your life, and your ass belongs to me."

"Thank you, Miss Warner," he mumbled, obviously reluctantly. "Aww, you don't sound too—" Whhkshh!!!! "—excited! When you thank me, thank me like you mean it. After all, you get to keep your job.." Images flashed through his mind—his new car, his apartment, his girlfriend with expensive taste—and he realized that he could never afford those things without, "Thank you, Miss Warner," he repeated, more sincerely, yet sort-of dejectedly—who could blame him? He felt her cool hand press against his upper back and could smell her perfume.. the scent turned him on, and it was at that moment that she hesitated, feeling the shift in him. "Mm, you like that, don't you, bitch?" Whhhhkshhhh!!!! She brought the belt down hard, hard enough that he winced, but didn't make a sound. He groaned, releasing the breath. He could feel her perfume in his blood. She waited for his response. She realized as he did that he was processing the pain, and ran her other hand over his already-pink ass, soothing the raw skin, ignoring his lack of a 'thank-you.' "You'll learn to love it, Nicholas," she cooed, dragging the leather down his spine, tapping his ass once before reeling back, rocking his slender body with the next, most vicious lash yet. He gasped, and she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "Thank you..?" "Thank you, Miss Warner," he replied more readily, giving in to (and now almost enjoying) the punishment. "Good boy. You won't even miss your girlfriend, after a little while," she commented offhandedly. He moved to stand—or at least get out from under her grasp—but she held his chest against the glass surface of his desk, bringing the belt to bear with the cool, collected viciousness of a professional torturer, listening to his vehement curses with a bemused smile. He reached for an object, but before his hand had spanned half the distance he felt her elbow dig into his back and her hand squeezing his balls like a vice. "..you.. bitch!!" he finished, lamely, somehow unable to extract himself from her, his voice near-delirious. Her hand caressed his cockhead, rubbing the copious precum over the velvety surface, rubbing it so tenderly that it took him a moment to realize that all this had aroused him more than he'd ever been, and he sighed.

She leaned in, nose and lips near his ear, and he turned his face away only to feel his face being rubbed back across the glass, back where it had been. "How are you going to explain the belt marks on your ass, huh? And how are you going to explain the shirt, and why you have cum on your pants?' Her scent.. her scent.. and her touch—she was right, he didn't like being put in the situation, but he loved being in it. She was right--his ass was raw. But what did she mean by..

Her hand stroked his head and foreskin in a way that he'd never felt—saliva and precum lubricated the motion, and he understood. There was nothing he could do but close his eyes and breathe the scent of her perfume. "Aww, that's a good boy. That's a good, naughty little bitch." Her voice resonated in his ear, sending chills down his spine. Except this time they were chills of revulsion—chills of dirty, forbidden pleasure—and, as he reached the peak of climax, he tried to figure a way out of it.. but it was too late: each spasm of unspeakable pleasure shot gob after gob of hot cum into her little hand. She picked up his pants with both hands, now not even bothering to hold him down any longer, and wiped the sticky white mess on the clean fabric of his freshly-drycleaned pants. She tossed them in a corner and dropped his belt near his feet. "Thank you..?" she intoned.

"Thank you, Miss Warner," he replied, dazed, unsure of what had just happened.

"See you tomorrow, Nicholas," she said, opening the door to leave. Her tone said, "your ass belongs to me, now."

"See you tomorrow, Miss Warner," he returned, falling to the floor as the door closed behind her. His tone said, "I think I know." Completely dejected, he looked over at the sister-tower and wondered if they were thinking the same thing.

The Office Ch. 01



One day at work I overheard this woman Carla telling another coworker how she just broke up with her boyfriend recently, and she was in need of some serious relief. My office is huge with several thousand employees so Carla and I are not really friends but we do exchange pleasantries when we pass by. Let me describe Carla for you; she is about 40 years old with jet black hair, a nice big ass that fills out her tight jeans perfectly, a sweet looking pretty face, and her best feature is obvious the second you see her. Her big tits protrude out of any top she wears, and it's impossible not to take a second look when she walks by. I am only 24 years old but I have always had a thing for older women, I think it is because they know what they want, and they don't play games. And what they want is cock.

I am an average looking male with a slightly above average sized cock, nothing huge but nice and thick. I am six foot, about 190 pounds, and it is not uncommon for some female coworkers to come by throughout the day to visit. A lot of times I start to get hard at my desk when these girls come by, because even though they're just friends, my penis always acknowledges their tight asses and big tits as they come and go.

Getting back to Carla and her little problem, I decided I would try to "accidentally" run into her a bit more often and see if she's at all interested in me. I signed up for overtime because Carla works late at night a lot, and we became a bit friendlier over the next week or two, always stopping to chat for a few minutes when we saw each other. I would sometimes kind of space out while she was talking to me because I couldn't stop staring at the fat mounds of flesh jutting out of her top. I usually would see her nipples poking through her shirts too, and I would feel my rod start to thicken in my pants. I hoped she noticed when that happened, and I'm sure she caught me checking her out most of the time, but I didn't care. I wanted Carla to know I was into her, and I hoped she would instigate some flirting or something. Every time our conversations ended, I would watch her strut away with that big ass packed nice and tightly in her pants, begging to be touched.

On one particular night at the office, Carla finished early and was ready to leave for the night at the same time as me. As we walked out together, she asked if I wanted to grab a drink or something because she didn't want to go back to her empty house yet. I made it seem like I was mulling it over, and then I agreed. We took my car, and went to the bar down the block, a small pub where we grabbed a quiet booth and could talk over a beer. Two beers in, Carla began to open up about her ex boyfriend and how she was so lonely now and how she hadn't been touched by another man since. She became more touchy feely with me, grabbing my hand when she spoke and occasionally rubbing against my leg with her own. My cock was rock hard while we talked, and I was even thinking about running to the bathroom to jerk off when Carla asked if I wanted to drop her off at her house and she could get her car in the morning because she was a bit buzzed. I agreed and we headed out, her in front of me so I could stare at that fat ass and so she couldn't see my tenting pants.

The ride to her house was quick, we chitchatted about dreading work the next day, and when we got to her place, she asked if I would walk her to the door cause she was still a bit woozy from the drinks. I walked with her to the door, breathing in her intoxicating perfume and possibly the slight scent of something else. She smelled incredible and I wanted to devour her body right then and there. Fortunately Carla beat me to it, grabbing me as we got to her door and kissing me fully on my lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth and everything. I of course kissed back, and I pulled her in close to me so I could feel her huge melons press into my chest. She managed to open her door while still liplocked with me, and we went in and barely made it to her couch in her den. She had my shirt off by then, and I was fumbling with her blouse before deciding, fuck it, and I ripped it off her. The sight of Carla in just her black silky bra and her tight black pants drove me wild. I wasted no time in reaching for those tits, rubbing them through her bra and licking the cleavage between them. She moaned lightly as I fondled her massive tits and she unclipped her bra to give me full access.

I pushed her down on the couch and took a minute to take in the sight of this 40 year old woman's fat tits, still defying gravity and waiting to be sucked by me. I took hold of one breast and gently blew on her nipple, then I started to quickly tongue it and eventually when she moaned aloud I took her whole tit in my mouth and sucked it good. By the time I got to her other tit, she had her pants opened and I could smell her hot pussy. I slid my pants off and was left in boxers that tented out from my hard dick. She smiled when she saw, and started to rub my cock through my boxers. She then slid her fingers under the elastic waist and slid them off me, leaving my thick cock to bounce out in front of her face. I was dripping precum by the time she gripped me and stuck my head in her mouth. She seemed to focus on my cock head for awhile before sliding further and further down my shaft, while tickling my balls the whole time. This older broad knew her shit, I was dying to fuck her, and i slid her pants down her legs and off.

Was I ever surprised to see bare pussy under her pants. She didn't bother to wear panties, and I was face to face with a thick bush of jet black pubes. I was in a haze between the smell of her aroused snatch and the sight of this thick forest of black curls. I bent my face down to have a lick, but she pushed me away. She said I'll eat her pussy later but right now she is in desperate need of my young cock inside of her. I thought for sure I would cum as soon as I entered this hot slut's hairy pussy, but I managed to hold off for awhile while I buried myself inside her juicy snatch. She was so wet that I kept sliding out, but each time I slid out I would scoop some of her wetness into my mouth and taste her sweetness. She especially went wild when I would scoop up her juices and wipe it on her big tits, and then suck it off of her.

After a few minutes of serious pounding into her hairy hole, I felt her shaking underneath me, and I fucked into her harder and faster as she screamed out in orgasm. Her hot juices slid down my cock and coated my legs and that just made me plow this slut deeper and harder. She must have cum two more times before I felt myself getting close. She must have felt it too because she told me to pull out and cum on her fucking huge titties. Hearing her say that was all it took. I barely got my cock out of her in time to coat her fat tits, her face, her hair, her stomach, her couch, and anything else in the way with my hot white cum. By the fifth or sixth squirt I began to die down and shot another dribble or two onto her face as she had moved in to lick me clean. The sight of her cum covered body had me hard again shortly, and we spent the rest of the night fucking until it was time for work. 

I arose around 6:30, my dick still covered in dried cum, and Carla's fat ass pressed into my body. I woke her and told her we had to get to work, and I started to gather my clothing from around her bed. As I was about to put my boxers back on I felt Carla's hot tongue come from underneath my balls and start lapping at them. I froze in my place as she took each of my balls in her mouth and sucked on them before taking my whole cock in her mouth. She wasted no time, sucking me hard and deep while also sliding a finger into my ass hole. I must have lasted 15 seconds before cumming in her mouth. She didn't pull away at all; instead she swallowed every drop I had. When I was done, she smiled and said NOW we can go to work. 

If anyone liked this, more parts are cumming about several other coworkers who I've been dying to stick my dick into!!



The Office Ch. 01



"Are you bringing a friend?" It was Karen. Her voice was soft and inviting as always.

"Yes, it's Jerome. We've been talking about doing this for ages. It'll be wonderful." Dwight answered carefully; she was always fragile before sex.

"In your office, with the blinds down and the lights outside on. I'll be waiting. But not for long." Beep.

Dwight grimaced as he snapped his cell phone shut. A steady rain tap-danced on his windscreen as he glanced up to Jerome's office for the tenth time in as many minutes, and heaved a silent sigh of relief as the lights finally went off. Jerome appeared shortly after, letting himself into the Toyota. 

"Sorry. Had a pissed off big customer on the phone." Jerome dumped his suitcase onto the backseat.

"Buddy, tonight we've something on. Bigger than any customer." Dwight flashed his old friend a wry smile, started the engine, and then they speeding down a streetlight trail. There was no room for the error of lateness.

"We should have started this long ago. Then it would've been weekly thing by now. Like poker." Jerome quipped.

"Don't count your chickens. I wouldn't be surprised if she isn't still there by now. She hates waiting. Never gotten used to it all her life."

"She'd better be! I've been saving myself for tonight."

"It'll be a little darker than what we're used to. Her idea. Don't bitch about it." 

"Rubber?"

"No, she took the pill."

Dwight stopped outside his office building -- a glassy beauty with hardly any cement obscuring the view of those within. The only light switched on was in his 20th floor office. He peered up through the side window, his gaze met by the alluring form of Karen. She was naked, of course, a wine glass in hand. Even from this distance her beauty was undeniable. Her delicate features, the inviting swell of her bosom, and her flared hips were never far from his thoughts, and even now, clad in shadows, she only seemed more unreachable, more inscrutable, and more desirable. 

Jerome leaned his head onto the dashboard, twisting his neck to catch an awkward glimpse, just in time to see her tuck her hair behind an ear and walk out of sight.

"What?"

"She's almost sick of waiting. Come on tiger."

They rushed out and ran into the lifts, emerging at twenty. Dwight unlocked his office and they hung up their hats and overcoats. Just then, the blinds to his personal office flapped open, light streaming into a darkened room, and over gentle, pale skin. Karen was as nubile as always, and both men felt a familiar warmth growing in their crotches. For Jerome it was for the anticipation of a year's worth of fantasies of his best friend's secretary fulfilled; for Dwight it was the none-too-distant memory of their last tryst, what with her supple breasts in his hands, her luscious legs locked around him, and her throaty moans into the silence of the night.


(c) Pat Merz, Basel, Switzerland

The two men began undressing in the light as arranged. Karen's eyes twinkled as she observed, and momentarily both were glad she'd something to look at -- they were still active weekend athletes, and for being thirty-ish, on the cusp of that dreaded 'middle-aged man' label, they were still lean and pleasing to a woman's eye. They stripped to their underwear, paused, and then shed that as well.

Dwight shook away a twinge of jealousy at the sight of his buddy's 'bulge', as it were. Jerome had a few inches on him in height and down there as well. But he knew this all along -- in fact it was the first thing she'd asked after when he'd brought up the idea. Karen ran her eyes appreciatively along the length of his nine inches, standing stiffly at attention in the bright white light.

They stepped in and shivered at the chill of air-conditioning, shutting the door behind them. The room's lights were strictly turned off, the only lighting streaming through the blinds. Karen's pouty lips and puffy pink nipples peeked at them behind stripes of dark. Dwight appreciated the idea, since they wouldn't be distracted by a wall painting of the company founder's face.

"I'm here. Come stand by my sides." It was the arrangement that the men would restrict their speech to the involuntary, and that she would call the shots. Karen was in charge, but her trembling knees didn't escape Dwight's knowing eyes. She wrapped her arms around them and pulled them in close; their hard cocks stiffened almost impossibly in contact with that sinful skin of hers.

"Place your hands on my tummy and back. Kiss my neck." Karen lifted her head and they obeyed, resting their chins on her shoulders to lavish her sensitive skin with lusty kisses. Karen's hands reached for their cocks, gripping them firmly at the base of the shafts; she grinned to herself as she felt their lips jerk at her move. Her hands moved up a little to the middle, toying with their foreskins as she turned to kiss each man fully on the lips, tongues mashing in a heated tango. There was just enough light so that there weren't any mismatched moves, and just enough dark for a musky mystery and forced focus on sensation to envelop the occasion.

"Kiss my breasts now," Karen cried out, far louder than was necessary, and closed her eyes to fully relish the sensation. Dwight touched her the way she liked it, holding her right breast with both hands, stroking their milky smoothness, kneading her flesh with just the right pressure as his tongue swirled around her pert nipple, licking her flavor in. Jerome chipped in with his hand cupping her breast from the underside, lifting it slightly to revel in her warm weight, then letting it go so it bounced just a little for a delightful, different sort of tingle. Before she could purr in appreciation Jerome's hand returned to stroke her again, softly and expertly. 

Dwight was starting to nibble, his hands kneading harder, eliciting familiar toe-curling ripples of pleasure that arched her spine and coursed through her temples, along with her trademark throaty moans -- moans that were swallowed into Jerome's kiss. Jerome's fingers were alternatively pinching and rolling her pink rosebud as his palm grinded against her pleasing flesh. If the men weren't already so preoccupied they'd have noticed her brows furling as her lithe body was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure ravaging her rather sensitive bosom from their disparate, expert techniques, pleasure that was driving her to sneak her hand down, her palm rolling over the tender hood of her clit, tiptoeing toward the edge of a roiling first orgasm.

When her knees finally buckled it was Dwight who caught her expectedly, and then carried her onto his desk, presciently cleared of all materials for the occasion. 

"Kiss my nipples, both of you," Karen muttered as her hand snuck down to stroke her pouting nether lips. Jerome peeked there for a tantalizing glance at the glistening love dew coating her pink honey pot as it wavered into a stripe of light before slipping back into darkness, and then returned to partaking of the sweaty sweetness of her breast. In the darkness he felt rather than saw the fullness of her bosom, his tongue and teeth slaving away at the heaving tip of her stiff, swollen nipple for a salty thrill in return. The tip of his cock inevitably grazed against her smooth calf as he leaned in, and a jolt burned through his veins. This was the most arousing moment he'd had in months.

Karen's moment of truth came soon after. The combined sensations of two men suckling her, their cocks teasing her, and her knowing hand working at her nexus culminated in a breathtaking orgasm. Her many moans coalesced into an unbridled scream of sensation to wake the dead. Both men marveled as she tensed, cried and squirmed helplessly for the far better part of a minute. The female orgasm was an intense affair indeed.

"Well boys, it's your turn now. Dwight, you must stand; Jerome lies on the carpet." Karen picked herself up as soon as she'd caught her breath. Jerome gladly lay back onto the mildly irritating cloth, a slight itchiness pushed away at the sight of the Karen from behind. Her flowing blonde locks and the shadow of her taut spine were lovely sights indeed, but her derriere was simply breathtaking. The striped shadows couldn't hide those curves that were starkly out of proportion to the rest of her hourglass figure. He simply couldn't help reaching out to guide those delectable ass cheeks as she squatted to sheathe his sword with her womanly scabbard, fingers bathing in that same luxurious silky smoothness, delving in to soak in her firm flesh. 

Karen held her breath as she took a moment to admire Jerome's sizeable member, beautifully adorned by bulging veins before lowering herself tentatively onto his greedy manhood, already trickling with spots of pre-cum. Her nether lips spread to swallow his admirable length and girth, inch by inch till Karen was seated balls deep on nine inches of hot-blooded cock. Steadying her feet, she rode him by squatting up and down -- how convenient that the same weighted exercise which developed her gluteus maximus was now a source of pleasure and power, the power for her to fuck at her own pace. Jerome folded his hands behind his head, more than happy to let the lady take charge.

Dwight towered over his secretary, stroking her golden locks and guiding her talented lips over his stiff member. Cradling his balls with one hand and gripping the base of his shaft with the other, Karen pursed her lips into a tight O that grasped the head of his cock and thrust deep down while her tongue swirled around his bare head, lapping up his succulent man-sauce. Instinctively his scent invaded her olfactory glands, the smell of sex blossoming into a deep red flush that washed over her otherwise milky white skin.

Karen's powerful quads were working up quite a sweat now, even in the air-con. Her technique of alternatively blindingly fast and languorously slow thrusts was almost perfectly timed to test his endurance, repeatedly taking him to the edge and back again. Jerome gasped at the sight of rivulets of sweat dripping off the immaculately curved globes of her ass, now almost a blur of motion as she thrust herself with abandon along the length of his manhood. His pleasure blazed to a fever pitch and then erupted in a spurt of seed. He gripped the carpet and whimpered as he came deep into her still bobbing ass. 

Tensing instinctively at the warmth of burning seed in her depths, Karen stepped up her efforts to take Dwight off his edge, lips and tongue speeding up till the taut muscles in the back of her neck flared from the exertion, and it wasn't long before Dwight gripped her head tight at the temples as he emptied his load deep into her waiting throat in a starburst of sensation.

"I'm not done yet, boys. Rest for awhile." It was true; she didn't come with them. Gently standing off Jerome's semi-limp dick, Karen walked over to a file cabinet to withdraw her secret toy, her Hitachi magic wand, and plugged it in. Jerome's broad chest was still heaving. Dwight was lounging on the guest couch, idly stroking himself to prepare for round two. Both were too tired to notice that Karen had laid the powerful vibrator on the carpet not far from where Jerome lay, just within her arm's reach.

"Come now, Jerome, you didn't think I'd let you off so easily, did you?" Karen whispered into his ear as she nibbled at the earlobe, her tongue tracing a lusty line down his sharp chin and mildly fuzzy chest, lingering over the toned lines of his abs before licking at the semen coating his limp member while lightly running her fingertips along the underside, all the while holding his eyes with a steely gaze and slutty smile, a smile of greed and amusement as his nine inches stiffened almost instantaneously at her expert touch. Without further ado, she stood up a little and turned around to straddle his hardness again, still facing away from him, but kneeling with her back arched and her butt raised to allow for backdoor entry.

"Care to join us, Dwight?" He needed no further invitation, darting over to his desk drawer to deftly unwrap and slip on a rubber, before steadying himself; standing above his buddy and behind his darling secretary, still bent over motionlessly, awaiting. Pressing the tip of his cock teasingly against her puckered sphincter he grinned as she yelped. Over the many fucks they'd shared in the office at midnight, she'd often take a vibe up her tight ass and scream her lungs out at the double penetration; to take two grown cocks would leave her with a hell of a sore throat the next morn.

Both men relished her cries of unadulterated pleasure and pain as Dwight slowly and surely pressed on deep into her bowels. He was in a rather tiring and precarious position, half squatting above his buddy's stomach, but by leaning forward with a palm to the floor he could manage to stay in it. All three worked their hips in near-unison, in that universal motion of sexual expression. Jerome closed his eyes to avoid looking at his best friend's butt, and both men focused on the enjoying her new tightness, of the close and pleasurable fit of her scabbard around their very stimulated swords.

"Oh. Ohhh. Mmmm. Oh fuck yes. Fuck, fuck... yes, deeper... UNGG.... OH FUCK YESSS...FUCK, FUCKFUCKFUCK..."

Karen, to say the least, was in cloud nine, and wasn't shy about screaming it out to her world. Her rapturous cries were music to the men's ears, the affirmation that their exertions were extremely enjoyable for their lady. The commander-woman was now reduced to an idiot of blabbering moans, while Jerome was glad to lay back and enjoy, so Dwight eagerly took over the reins. Dwight knew of her penchant for 'fast and slow' and savored her screams whenever he suddenly switched from leisurely thrusts to frenzied fucking. 

Anyone who could observe the scene would no doubt be somewhat impressed by the sight of the blonde in heat, throwing her head back as she arched her back almost painfully in helpless cries as she straddled two men at once, their hips gyrating in their quest for relief. Perhaps he or she would then wish vaguely to be at the scene, and partake of the sordid atmosphere of wild sex, of sweat and semen in the air, of the music of moans and groans.

Unbeknownst to our revelers, a man's eye in a painting on the far wall slid away to allow a glassy lens a crystal view of the evening's events.

Now shaking from the sheer sensation, Karen felt her mind creeping into delirium as a glorious orgasm approached, then focused her eyes on her white magic wand. She reached for it and then turned it on, first holding the bulbous head of the powerful vibrator against her bellybutton. At that distance from her nexus the strength of the vibrations were fully felt, adding a whole new dimension of motion to their lovemaking, sending them all hurtling toward the cliff.

Mere moments later, Karen clenched her vaginal muscles hard, seeking to forestall and extend the pleasure, but Dwight wouldn't stop -- in fact he'd just launched into a new barrage of blurry fast thrusts, and just as Karen passed the plateau of pleasure, she guided her the merciless vibrator squarely onto the pink wanting rosebud that was her neglected clit --

"Ohhh... oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohhh OHHH MY GOD... OH FUCK AARRRGGHHH!"

"You fucking kinky bitch, fuck you, fuck you, fuck fuck FUCK!" 

"DAAMMMMITTT!"

All three exploded into sordid screams as their senses were slaughtered by the power of the vibrations driving them hurtling headlong into a deeply satisfying orgasm. The men shouted their lungs out for the first time that night as their cocks ejaculated violently at the unexpected stimulation of vibrations through her inner walls, but their pleasure was nothing close to what Karen felt as she thrashed wildly about as all her nerve endings leapt to life, barely holding on to the vibe, and eventually dropping it as she lapsed into delirium.

"Oh, my god. That was incredible."

"Yes it was. Yes it was."

"Karen, you are the craziest little fuck-minx ever."

A little pause before she replied.

"You're welcome, boys. I had a lot of fun."

"You don't say! I almost thought you passed out."

They all chuckled. Eventually they got to their feet, and kissed the girl goodbye. Karen offered to clean up the place ("I'm your secretary after all, dear Dwight") and promised to definitely do this again. She watched as they dressed and waved goodbye, and then followed them with her twinkling green eyes as they got into Dwight's car and drove off into the night, allowing herself a cheeky grin.

She popped out to lock the office and turn off the lights, then slowly felt her way back into the office. Shutting the blinds and turning on the light, giving herself and her camera-observer a perfect view, she reached into the same cabinet in which she'd stowed the Hitachi, and withdrew a padlocked box, about twice as large as a cigar case. The camera recorded her opening the box and pulling out a sizeable glass dildo, licking it lasciviously along its length a few times, and then placing it standing up on Dwight's leather couch. It was held in place with a clear rubber suction pad at its base. 

She picked up the Hitachi and walked back to the couch.

Karen simply wasn't done yet.



The Office Ch. 01



With a loud yawn, Pam rubbed her tired, burning eyes. It was six-thirty, well past the time she usually stayed at work. She was only there because there was some crisis at corporate, and Michael had been procrastinating all day, which left a huge mess for the sales team to clean up. Only three other people remained; Erin, Andy, and her fiancé Jim. Pam really only stayed because Jim did. 

Pam shifted around in her chair. She was bored, tired, and her work clothes were beginning to get uncomfortable. Her polyester blouse was constricting, her nylons itchy, and her bra too tight. "Hey, how much longer do you think we'll be here?" she asked. 

Jim took a few seconds to answer as he finished typing something. "I'm not sure. You can head home if you want."

"No, I'll wait for you. I'm going to make some coffee, though. Want some?"

Jim nodded his response, and Pam slipped her shoes back on before standing. She headed into the kitchen and started a large pot of coffee, then wandered into the bathroom. Once inside, she unhooked her bra and slid it out the sleeve of her blouse. Next, she hurriedly ripped off her flesh coloured nylons, heaving a huge sigh of relief as she scratched her inner thighs. "Why do I ever wear these?" she wondered aloud.

After splashing her face with cool water, Pam felt a bit better. She let her hair out of the clip that was holding it up, and combed her fingers through her reddish-brown curls. She spent a few minutes gazing into the mirror, trying out different hairstyles on herself. She wondered how she could make herself look a bit more glamorous and girly, but no matter what she did, she thought she looked plain. In the end, she clipped it back up the way she had it originally.

As she exited the bathroom, she ran directly into Jim. "Oh, hey, sorry," she said with a smile. 

"I was just coming to make sure you didn't fall in," Jim answered. 

Pam bit her lower lip, "nope, sure didn't, just making myself a bit more comfortable."

"Hmm? How so?"

"Well," Pam smirked. Slowly, she undid the top two buttons of her blouse, showing Jim the milky skin and curve of her breasts. She took Jim's hand, placed it on her chest, and slid it into her top. She watched a look of shock cross Jim's face. His hand cupped her left breast, and he squeezed gently.

"I thought you hated that, going without a bra," he said softly, gently massaging her warm flesh in his hand.

"Usually," Pam said as she pressed her body against his, "but I've been wearing it for too long today. Plus, I've been thinking about last night. I can't wait to get home and do it again tonight."

Jim backed her up against the wall, undid another button, and with unrestrained passion, lowered his lips onto Pam's neck. Pam inhaled sharply, a bit surprised by his behaviour. Usually, Jim didn't do these things in public, and usually Pam would never allow it. But tonight, she couldn't find the will to stop him. Jim kissed her ears and neck, sucking lightly. Pam's skin tingled and burned wherever Jim's lips touched her, and her whole body erupted into goose-bumps. Jim's hand was still inside her top, squeezing her nipple between his fingers.

Pam grabbed Jim's hips with both hands and pulled him towards her. She pressed her pelvis against his. The thin fabric of Jim's slacks did little to hide the firm muscle underneath. Pam moaned as Jim's hot breath warmed her neck. "We should stop," Pam whispered, "people can see."

"Yeah, we should." But Jim didn't stop. He continued kissing Pam's neck, pressing his mouth into the soft indent of her collar bone. Pam felt a tingle between her legs. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Jim, seriously," she breathed, "stop. We shouldn't."

Jim paused a moment and looked at her, his eyes sparkling, "you're right. We shouldn't, because people can see. And we're at work, it's so wrong."

Pam had to stretch to reach her arms around Jim's neck, "why, Mr. Halpert, I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist."

"Only when the situation calls for it," he answered. After a glance toward both doorways, he lifted Pam up by her thighs and pressed her against the wall. Her shoes fell off her feet and clanged against the tiles of the kitchen floor. Pam was surprised, but wrapped her legs around Jim's waist and kissed him hard. She ran her hands through Jim's shaggy hair, twisting it around her fingers. She could feel the firm muscles of Jim's arms and stomach as he supported her weight. Pam could feel her pussy getting wetter as Jim's tongue entered her mouth. She tightened her legs around Jim and pushed herself closer so he could feel it, too. 

After a few minutes, Jim put her down and pulled her over to the corner, where he sat in a chair and pulled her on top of him. With one leg on either side of him, Pam began to grind her pussy against the hardness in his pants. She could feel her juices flowing out of her, soaking her panties. 

The scent of sweat and arousal filled the air around them as they continued to dry-hump, Pam pressing her sopping wet pussy against Jim's pants. "Mmm, Jim," Pam whispered into his mouth, "I need you inside me. I can't wait." 

Jim only nodded, unable to form words. He unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and grabbed her tits in both hands as Pam unzipped his pants. She pulled his dick out through the zipper, moved her panties to one side, and lowered herself onto him. She could feel his dick stretching her tight pussy, and she pressed her mouth into Jim's to stifle the moan. Pam began to move, very slightly, up and down on Jim's dick, in an attempt to trick anyone who might see them into thinking they were only kissing. 

The situation was so different than anything either of them was used to, and Pam's pussy was so slippery and tight that Jim had to force himself to think about other things so he didn't blow his load too soon. Pam, on the other hand, couldn't control herself, and had to bite down on Jim's bottom lip as she came. Every muscle in her body clenched and released as fluid ran from her pussy so hard she nearly passed out. 

After she regained control, Pam had lost all concern for where they were. She braced herself on the back of the chair and began to ride Jim like a bull, pushing his dick as far into as it could go. Soon, Jim came, and wave after wave of cum shot into Pam's cunt. The feel of his hot load shooting into her made Pam orgasm all over again. Then, they were both still. Pam slumped over on top of Jim as they both tried to catch their breath. 

"Well," Jim said after a few minutes, "that was...different."

"I enjoyed it," Pam said into his ear, "we should do that more often." She buttoned her blouse before standing up, straightened her skirt, and smoothed out her hair. 

Jim zipped his pants and stood, then excused himself to the bathroom. Pam greedily drank a large glass of water, then another. She retrieved her shoes and sprayed the room with air freshener to mask the smell of sweat. As she turned toward the door to go back to her desk, she stopped in her tracks. Erin and Andy were standing there, staring at her in shock. 

To Be Continued...



The Office Ch. 01



We've been flirting in the office for a while. As it usually does it started off innocent. It didn't take long to develop into something more. You were one of those men I instantly found myself confessing my deepest darkest sexual needs and fantasies too. You shared just as much with me. 

We've had several trysts. They become raunchier and raunchier each time we connect. I've started to recognize your moods. I can tell when you need slow and sensual and when you need to fuck hard and rough. I know you can read me even easier. I feel like an open book under your intense gaze. 

Today, I know you well enough to know you've been hard since you walked in. Every time I see you my eyes are immediately drawn to that thick bulge I see outlined by your pants. I'm almost a little amused that no one else seems to see it. Or perhaps they do but are choosing not to acknowledge it. 

I see it. I imagine sliding my hand in your pants and feeling every inch of it. 

I catch your gaze from across the room and my face reddens. I know you've seen me looking. The smile on your face is wicked and knowing. 

I turn away and pretend to be busy with something in my office. When I look up you are gone. I try to concentrate on my work when I hear my phone buzz. 

I see you looking at my cock. 

I'm so hard. I'd love to be buried balls deep in your tight cunt. 

It's not the first time you've sent me a dirty text. In fact we've had phone sex a few times now. You fill my email with pornographic images and links to whatever you were watching that makes you hard. 

Every communication we have that isn't in person is sexual in nature. When I see your name pop up in my email or texts my heart speeds up, my nipples harden and my pussy gushes. 

This time is no exception. 

I can't help but look at your cock. You've been hard since you walked in. lol

I never transition easily. I have to laugh off your strong advances. I'm still uncomfortable being so sexual. 

We've talked in depth about my sexuality. You know my experience is limited but my imagination is wild. I've confessed to you my darkest, slutiest desires. You've confessed your own dark desires to me. You've told me time and time again how much you desire to dominate me. You want to help me discover and experience all of my desires and you've taken great pleasure in doing so. 

You laugh but this cock is going to need to cum soon. And since you keep looking, I'm thinking you want to do something with it. 

I smile and flush. My pussy is wet. Uncomfortably so. I imagine how you'd feel buried deep in my pussy. I reach down and rub my pussy a little over my clothes. 

I'm wearing an almost inappropriately short skirt. Black thigh high stockings and a pretty sheer blouse. The outfit is borderline acceptable for work, and truth is I wore it for you. I always dress proactively for you. I've never confessed this to you but I suspect you know anyway. 

My phone rings and I have to take care of some actual business. I can't seem to get off the phone for the next hour or so. I am so distracted that I can barely focus on what I'm supposed to. 

Around lunch time I get an email from you. I shiver when I see it. I look up and scan the room. My office is pretty secluded but I worry someone will see what's in your email. I know you well enough to know it won't be something clean. 

I'm right. You've sent me three images. 

The first of a woman blindfolded. On her belly with her hands tied behind her back. Her lips are parted, her lipstick slightly smeared, a trail of saliva hangs of her lips. Next to her face is a big thick cock. It's hard, the tip red and swollen and covered in what I assume is the woman's saliva. 

I star at every inch of the image imagining myself in the woman's position. Tied up and at the mercy of the man fucking her mouth. 

I lick my lips and imagine I can taste your cock. 

The next picture, there is a woman lying on her back, her hands are tied above her head. She is clearly straining against her bounds. A large, muscular man looms over her, his hand around her throat. 

I'm starting to see what's on your mind. To see what has your cock so hard.

The last image is of a woman, tied with her hands in front of her. Her shapely ass is in the air. A man is behind her, one large hand is on her hip, the other is fisted in her hair. I can't see where they are joined but I know by the rapturous look on her face she's being fucked. 

The message underneath the pictures reads: Call me. I know your pussy is soaking wet. 

I bite my nail. I want to call you. I want to hear your sexy voice. I'm too nervous. I get up and close the door to my office. I stand at the door still trying to get the courage to call you. 

If I do I know pleasure awaits me. 

The phone rings making me jump. I stare at it. Nervous. I'm worried you are on the other. I'm worried you're not. 

I move back to my desk and answer. 

"Next time I say call me, your pretty ass better call me."

"I'm sorry. It's just, it's work and I..."

"I bet that wet pussy couldn't care less about where we are. I know my dick doesn't."

I laugh. Again it's a nervous laugh. 

Your voice gets deeper. "Did you get my email?

My heart is racing now. "Yes. They were very hot."

"That's how I want you. Tied and at my mercy. Rub your pussy for me. I want to hear you cum."

"I can't. We're at work." I whisper. There is no one who can hear me but our current location has me scared. The fear is probably adding to my arousal. 

"Fuck that. Your door is closed. I know you're wet. Slide your hand into your panties and play with you clit."

I bunch up my skirt and do as you've ordered me. I slip my hand into my panties and stroke my warm wet clit. I moan loudly. 

"That's it baby. I've got my big cock in my hand stroking. Check your email. Follow the link."

I use my free hand and open my email. I click on the link to a video. Once it loads I see a woman on her knees she has a cock in each hand and she is alternating as she sucks them. 

I gasp and slip two fingers into my tight pussy. "Oh yes. You know how much I love a good DP porn."

"I know, Baby. You get so wet. So turned on. Watch her take these two big cocks. Imagine it's you. Imagine its you sucking two cocks."

I can hear your ragged breathing, the porn playing on your computer, and I moan. "Fuck yes. Two cocks to taste, to take deep in my mouth. I want to suck every inch of both of them. Feel them throb against my tongue." 

You growl. "That's right, Baby. You'll get every inch of those cocks. How many fingers do you have in your pussy?"

I'm breathless. The actress in the video is now sucking one cock while another slips slowly into her tight cunt. "Two."

"Slip another one in that tight pussy of yours." 

I slip a third finger into my pussy. I start fucking myself faster. I hear your breathing become more and more erratic. You've been ready to cum all day. Your cock has been so hard. I'm surprised you've waited this long. 

"I wish that was your cock deep in my pussy right now."

"Mmmm yes, yes. I'd fuck you so hard. I'd find a friend to fuck your ass. I want to see you full of cock, Baby. I'm so hard for you."

Just as you speak the words I watch the actress change position. She takes one cock in her ass, and one in her pussy. She's being fucked hard by the two cocks. I can't stop myself I finger myself faster, harder. "I want to be full of cock. I want to feel a cock in each hole, fucking me hard."

"I know you do. Are you ready to cum for me?"

I bite my lip. I'm so ready to cum. "Fuck yes. I'm ready to cum. cum hard for you."

"Me too, Baby. This cock is about to explode. Cum. Cum for me now."

I cry out, cumming hard. I can't breathe as my orgasm washes over me. I hear your moaning as you cum. You are calling my name. Demanding I take your cum and in that moment I wish I was on my knees in your office tasting every last drop of your cum. 

"God, Baby. That was good. Just what I needed to get me through the rest of this day. Do me a favor. Go to the copy room, right now and hurry."

You hang up before I can say anything. I right my clothes. I know my face is flushed but I'm rocking an amazing sexual high so I pay little attention to it. I ignore everyone around me as I rush to the copy room. 

The room is empty. It usually is. I had expected to see you there but you are no where to be found. I wait there a few seconds. I am about to run back to my office. My senses are coming back to me and I'm becoming more nervous when I feel you come up behind me. You press yourself against my back and run your hand into my blouse. 

Your hand is wet. You smear the wetness all over my breasts, tweaking the nipples as you do so. You wrap the hand around my neck so that I can't turn around. With your free hand you reach up my skirt and rip off my panties. 

"I want you to wear my cum for the rest of the day. Don't wash it off. I'm going to keep your wet panties, proof you belong to me." 

You kiss my neck and release me. I turn around only to see you retreating from me. You don't even look over your shoulder as you walk off. I miss you already. I can't wait for our next encounter, and I wonder how the hell I'm going to get through work with a wet pussy, no panties and images of your cock dancing in my head. 



The Office Ch. 01



Kailey was nervous. Sitting in a chair out in the lobby, she folded and unfolded her hands in her lap. There was almost total silence in the room except the overly loud ticking of the clock on the wall. Her interview was supposed to have started 15 mins ago, but obviously someone was running late and she had been left out here on her own to wait out the anticipation.

She really needed this job. Her husband had recently been laid off from his job and while he was searching for work, she'd decided to start looking as well. Up until a few weeks ago, she'd been concentrating on her schooling while her hubby worked and they had been getting along financially just fine. Until the bomb dropped and Robby found himself suddenly unemployed. A wrench in the plans, perhaps, but Kailey was bound and determined that it was only a minor bump in the road and with her going back to work, they'd be back on their feet in no time.

Suddenly the office door burst open and a thin, blonde woman came speed walking through the door. Standing up, Kailey smiled and meant to ask her how the interview went, but instead, her competition hurried passed her, head down and what looked like tears streaming down her face. Worried, Kailey watched her disappear out the door and then glanced at the office that was now her turn to enter. Was this such a good idea?

"Next!" She heard a strong, male voice call out.

Swallowing her fear, Kailey grabbed her portfolio and headed inside. The office was quite large and intimidating, her sexy black heels clicking off the wood flooring as she made her way towards the desk. She always liked to play up her best features when going to an interview because, of course, using her sex appeal never turned out to be a bad thing.

The man at the desk almost made her stop dead in her tracks. Brown hair, brown eyes and strong soap opera actor like features, he looked like he'd just stepped out of an underwear modeling ad. Adjusting his tie, he stood up from his seat and held out his hand.

"Afternoon, Miss.......?" He asked, looking for her name.

"Mrs. Kailey Johnstone," she replied, slipping her smaller hand into his and giving it a firm, confident shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you Sir."

He motioned for her to have a seat in the chair on the opposite side of his desk as he sat down once more, focusing on the small pile of papers in front of him. "Mike Keys," he replied. "I'm the CEO of this company and the one that you would be working for directly."

"Directly?" She asked, trying not to stammer.

"Directly," he confirmed. "I'm in need of an assistant. Someone who can manage my appointments, answer important calls, arrange meetings, etc." His brown eyes looked up suddenly from the information in front of him, and Kailey felt like they were staring right through her. "Can you handle this Miss Johnstone?"

She paused for a moment and then realized that he'd asked her a question. "Oh...oh of course, Sir. I have extensive experience as an Administrative Assistant." Lifting her book bag, she reached in to pull out her portfolio. Instead, Mr. Keys held up his hand.

"Stand up and come here a moment," he instructed, turning his chair sideways and motioning to where he wished her to stand beside himself and his desk.

A bit confused as to why, she did as she was told and slowly got up and walked around his desk. His eyes followed her the entire way and made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She was dressed to impress, professionally of course, but the thin black skirt she was wearing along with the almost sheer white blouse she was wearing were meant to be more than just business appeal. They hugged her curves in just the right places and left the rest up to the viewer's imagination.

When she stopped beside him, he twirled his finger slightly, motioning for her to turn and then he pointed to the top of the large oak desk. Placing both of her hands on the desk top, she turned her head to look at him, a quizzical expression on her face. 

"Face front," he stated, waiting for her to set her eyes on the door she'd entered from. A bit of fear bubbled in her throat and suddenly, it sort of made sense why the last girl had gone running from the room in tears. She had a feeling he was looking for more than just an administrative assistant.

"So, Mrs. Johnstone, you're married and looking for work." Kailey felt his large, warm palm suddenly on the back of her thigh. "What does your husband do and why must you be out looking for a job?"

Kailey swallowed the lump in her throat before she spoke and once more, had to attempt not to stammer. She wanted to stop him, ask him not to touch her, that this was unprofessional, but the truth of the matter was, she needed this job. If not, she and Robby would lose their apartment and would have to move back in with his parents. "My...my husband was recently unemployed." As the words came out of her mouth, his hand traveled higher and higher up the back of her curvy thigh. "I'm in school and he's having trouble finding another job."

He nodded, although with her eyes still facing forward, she wouldn't see. "I see," he replied, the tips of his fingers catching the hem of her skirt and pushing it upwards enough for his hand to slip underneath. "Your resume said that you're in school for business right now. So I expect you're experienced in working with a computer?" His hand stopped when his fingertips touched the round of her ass and moving towards her center, he motioned her to spread her legs open further so he would have room to slip his hand in between.

Kailey wanted to shout and run from the room. The fear had her stomach in knots. She was a married woman, looking for an honest job. And yet here she was, leaning over a desk with another man's hand between her thighs.

"Ye....ye...yes I am, Sir," she replied finally, unable to keep the tremble from her voice that time.

"Good girl," he replied, lifting his hand and cupping her covered crotch. She was wearing a black, lacy thong something she'd plan on surprising Robby with when she got home. With sex and news of a job, she'd hoped to cheer him up. Instead, her interviewer was now stroking his thumb along her pussy lips, pressing the lace into her soft skin directly where her clit was. "And you'd be proficient in dictation, and running most of this office, while I'm here and while I'm away?" He asked, working the lace aside so that his digit made contact with her velvety, freshly shaven skin. He didn't seem very worried about her reactions, being liberal in his ability to just touch her as he pleased. When the pad of this thumb pressed into the half harden nub of her clit, she gasped and her body twitched.

"Ye....yes Sir," she stammered again. She squeezed her eyes closed to keep the tears from falling. She was angry that she was letting this happen to her. Angry that she needed this job enough to not stop a man from taking advantage of her body. Angry that her body was responding to his inappropriate touch.

The more Mr. Key's rubbed her small sex organ, the more it hardened and Kailey could feel the moisture begin to collect from her arousal. She could feel his eyes burning into her body and she did her best to think of other things, rather than the hard, masculine fingers that were working her to the brink of an unwanted orgasm. He remained silent for a few moments, content to keep working her as he was. Her plump pussy lips were swollen with excitement and now thoroughly coated in her juices. Just when she thought to stop him; grab his wrist and angrily declare that she did not need this job enough to take this from him, he pushed two large fingers into her cunt and made her double over with a whimpering cry.

Mr. Keys chuckled. "I'm sure by now you can tell what else I will need from you," he stated plainly, leaving his fingers still, deep inside of her and giving her tight cavern a chance to adjust to his intrusion. As he went on, he slowly began to work them out and then push them deeply back into her. "I will expect you to dress how I say, perform how I say and take care of my business partners and guests as I say. You will not wear a bra or panties to the office, ever. And when I bring you into my office to work, you will be nude until I give you permission to dress."

Kailey gasped at all of his expectations. What was she? A hired whore? Her fingernails dug into the desk top as his fingers curled inside of her canal and began to work with more pressure. She could feel the pleasure building and it took all of her willpower to hold it back. She was not going to give this man the satisfaction.

He seemed to sense her inner turmoil and stood beside of her, still plunging his fingers in and out of her pussy, only now, the wet sounds of his fingerfucking were much more apparent. "I don't see you disagreeing with this," he stated, leaning over her and whispering in her ear. "Am I to take this as you accepting the job?" He halted his fingers in her pussy, leaving them to enjoy the sensation of her cunt pulsing and squeezing around them.

"Ye..yes Sir," Kailey stammered, holding her breath while her whole body tensed. She did not want to cum, she did not want to cum, she did not want to cum. Behind her, Mr. Keys had been fumbling with something and in her aroused state, she finally realized that he'd dropped his pants to the floor. His fingers pulled out of her pussy and left her feeling empty, but only long enough to have her skirt yanked up over her round ass and her lacy black panties pulled to the side. Before she could say no, the head of his cock pushed between her wet lips and disappeared deeply into her cunt.

Mr. Keys grunted and grabbed her hip in one hand and a fistful of her hair in the other. He didn't move for several moments, instead, pulling her head back and making her arch so that he impaled her as deeply as he could. "Excellent," he said finally. "You're hired. Now cum."

With the word cum, he began to fuck her with such force that her body could not do anything but orgasm. As she writhed under the attack of the largest cock she'd ever had inside of her, he pounded into her little body as if she were nothing but a toy. The wet sounds of their skin slapping filled the room, along with his grunts and growls. He continued to grip her hair, using it almost as momentum to keep him going. Kailey hung on to the desk for dear life while he ravaged her body with his dick. Despite not wanting to, her pussy began to seize up again, hugging every inch of his cock while it drove in and out of her. He pulsed inside of her and with a grin on his lips, sweat glistening down his forehead, he growled in her ear once more. "Cum."

With a squeal, Kailey did just that. Her juices flowed freely down her thighs, coating them both as her body twitched and shook from the power of the orgasm. With a loud grunt and groan, Mr. Keys slammed into her one more time before stopping, buried deep inside of her and came himself, filling her up with every sticky drop of his hot load.

After giving her ass a hearty slap, he pulled out of her and tucked his softening dick into his pants. Kailey remained bent over, trying to process the fact that not only had she just had sex with the man that was to be her new boss, but he'd also cum inside of her and now she was to go home to her unsuspecting husband.

Mr. Keys sat down in his desk chair. "I expect you here at 8 am tomorrow morning," he stated nonchalantly. "I'm going to have a busy day of orientation for you."

Pulling her skirt back down to cover her ass, Kailey nodded. "Yes Sir," she said, barely above a whisper, grabbing her portfolio and hurrying towards the door, all the while his cum began to drip down her thigh.

This was going to be interesting.....



The Office Ch. 01: Prelude to Event



Jacob hummed softly as he led his latest captive down the hall by her leash. The short brunette had a ball gag between her pouting lips, and her mascara was running down her cheeks. Jacob couldn't help but admire how her tits swung while she crawled on hands and knees (as a true bitch should), and how her ass automatically was stuck in the air. Alex was about 5'3, and was a little on the heavier side, but her tits were glorious (she wore DDD), which made up for the extra layer of fat. He made the bitch crawl faster towards the office where his other slaves would soon be hard at work finding new candidates and new buyers. 

When Jacob opened the door and flipped on the lights, he took a moment to just look at the beauty he had turned this office into. It was any slut's heaven, and he liked to think of it as a gym/office. Each office chair was seated in front of a wooden desk, which housed a computer, some writing materials, and a printer at each desk. Typical, right? No. He had outfitted almost everything in the room to train his sluts. The office chairs all had two thick, remote controlled dildos sticking out of the padded seat that would impale the girls as they worked. The chair was also the 'Core' part of the workout. The sluts would have to move their asses to take in the entire length of the dildo with each thrust, and then crunch in between impalements. 

The sluts had all learned to type one handed with either hand because on both sides of the desk, dildos were mounted horizontally so that while they worked with one hand, they'd be jerking off the dildos with the other to build arm strength. Each half hour, they would switch arms. After the whore's lunch break, the chairs were replaced with stationary bikes that had thicker dildos in the seats. To make the dildos move, the girls had to peddle, and if they failed to do so at a constant and fast pace, they would be punished. At this point, the girls would change their hand grip from palms out to palms in while jerking off the dildos to either side of them to work new muscles. And whenever the sluts decided that they were thirsty, they would have to lean forward and take another dildo in their mouths, suck it until it 'came', and swallow their water. 

Jacob was extremely proud of his creation as he had to keep his sluts looking great at all times for his clients, and they were simultaneously getting new whores and clients. He looked down at Alex, whose eyes were huge as she took in the sight in front of her. "Welcome to work, cunt," Jacob said with a small laugh, reaching down to squeeze and fondle her jugs to remind her who she belonged to now. Just as the clock struck nine, his whores filed into the room, eagerly getting to work. Jacob led Alex into his office and sat her in the same kind of chair that the sluts in the office used, tying her elbows and wrists together in front of her, and securing the chain through an eyelet screw in the ceiling, effectively trapping her arms in place and making her tits jut out more. He quickly forced her to spread her legs and put a bar between her ankles. He looked at the helpless girl before him, squirming as the dildos impaled her, and smirked, just watching for a moment. 

He finally had his fill of watching and moved forward, playing with her nipples until they were hard nubs, and he could see her juices flowing from her cunt onto her chair and thighs. He then pierced both nipples quickly and put rings through them, tugging on each ring experimentally to make sure it was in while Alex screamed in shock and pain behind the ball gag. Jacob smiled at her and used the crank on the side of the chair to lower it after relieving the tension on the chains holding her wrists up, then unzipped his pants. His hard ten inch cock spring out and he smiled, removing the ball gag. "Suck my cock you whore..." Jacob said, grabbing her hair and forcing his stiff length down her hot, wet mouth and throat. She started thrashing in shock when he did this, trying to get him off of her, but he held himself in her mouth until she stopped. Once she finally did, he started pumping in her mouth, using it like he would her cunt, until he dumped his load down her throat. "You are my bitch now, got that?" he said as he pulled away. Alex miserably nodded.

"Good," he said, sitting behind his desk after putting his cock back in his pants. "Now, let's talk about uniforms and schedules..." He pulled out a bag of clothes and started showing her daily options - three microskirts, a crop top that wasn't long enough to even cover her nipples, a crop button down that was never to cover any of her breasts, and a halter top that was again not to cover any of her breasts, along with a sheer dress that wasn't long enough to cover her ass and barely covered her nipples, and a garter belt / stocking / seven inch high heel combination that was to be worn every day. He then walked her through what would be her daily schedule - waking up at five a.m. and dressing for the day, servicing at least one early morning client, breakfast, work promptly at nine until seven, dinner, and servicing a minimum of three more clients before retiring to bed. 

...

Alex quickly got accustomed to her schedule, and even found herself enjoying being dominated at all times. She was a slut, a fuck toy and nothing more, and she loved it. She even enjoyed the meals, the morning was whatever cum she swallowed before breakfast, and then she and the other girls ate out of doggie bowls on the floor filled with cum and whatever was being served that morning, lunch consisted of another bowl of cum with what was usually a sandwich of some sort soaking up the cum, and dinner was meat, vegetables, and cum soup most nights. She found out that the suppliers of so much jizz was clients that had been serviced throughout the day, who were told after they'd been serviced to work out one more for our meals. In the evening, each girl swallowed at least three more loads (as a 'service' was one ass, cunt, and mouth fuck for each client), but usually they all got eight or nine clients in before retiring for the evening. 

What was better than all of this, though, was that many of the clients would want to rent a girl with his buddies for a span of time (ranging from an hour to a week), and Jacob sent Alex on many of these calls because she loved to be gang banged. She could easily take five cocks at once (one per hand, one in her mouth, ass and cunt), and do this for hours without tiring much. She was looking forward to tomorrow most of all so far - she was going to spend the day with a man with a weird fetish, and in the evening would be getting ready for an entire week with a group of fifty men.



The Office Ch. 02



I could hear her shuffling papers as I came in thru my private entrance. I set my bag down on the desk and clicked the intercom button. "Mrs. Barnes, will you please come in here?" I heard her move in her chair; I must have startled her...she did not hear me come in.

"I thought you had left?" she said as she walked thru the door...a smile starting to form on her lips. "I was getting pretty pissed off thinking you were playing me!" And again I could see the twinkle of lust in her eyes.

"I had to do some shopping...we needed these!" And I dumped the bag with the box of condoms in it on the desk.

"Oh! Do you think we will need all twelve?" She asked. And she walked around the desk and kissed me. Rubbing her hand on my crotch..."Ooohh, if it is the size it feels, we just might need all of them!"

"Take it out!" I said. And she unzipped my pants, pulling them and my briefs to the floor. She leaned closer and took it into her mouth..."Mmmmm," I moaned: as she continued to lick and suck it to hardness..."Now place a condom on it!" Her eyes looking sad that she had to take her lips off of my cock..."Do not worry...before we are done you will have a chance to go back to where you were!"

And as she slowly unwrapped the condom package, and then unrolled it down my cock...her eyes were glazing over with lust...I could see the "Take me," look in her eyes. "Now bend over my desk!" And she turned around and bent over it...her gorgeous ass: still panty less, showing out from under her skirt. I moved behind her and rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit...in one motion I penetrated her completely!

"Oh ohhh god!" And she pushed herself back against me..."Please: I need to be fucked hard! Now!" And I started pumping into her hard and fast! "Ohhh, Yeesss!" She was moving and thrusting back against me. Causing me to get closer and closer to my orgasm..."This feels soooo goood," she said. "I have wanted to do this!" She whimpered..."I needed to feel you inside me," as she clamped down on me with the muscles of her vagina...I could stand no more...

And as my balls tightened up I started to squirt my cum into the condom..."Uunngghh!" I moaned as my orgasm over took me. I pumped into her hard and fast...she was pushing hard against me and as I looked down, I saw she had a hand: rubbing her clit, and I placed mine over it and pressed harder, as she too started to shake and shudder...she was cascading over the edge of the cliff also!

"Ohhh, Ohh, Ohhh," she kept saying..."This is even betttteerrr, than I imagined! Oh god...I have needed this since our talk this morning." And we collapsed together on the desk...I leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue darting into my mouth, drawing mine back to hers...

We savored each others tastes...kissing and holding her...and as my deflated cock slowly slid back out: she whimpered..."We need to do that again! I cannot go with just one time! Not now," and she reached back, and stroked my cock, trying to bring more life back into it.

I leaned closer and told her that we were not through yet! And again that smile came across her lips...I rolled her over and sat in my chair...my face was at the perfect height to...gaze upon her beautiful flower...how lovely! I slowly open the drawers on each side of the desk and place each of her feet in one..."What?" She asked. I held my finger to my lips...and she quieted down..."Ohhh!" She said as my tongue slowly licked up her from the desktop to her navel. I slowly licked her clit and she shuddered...I sucked it into my lips...again she shuddered! "Mmmm," she whimpered..."Pleaseee!" She begged me.

"Your time will come, dear... I will pleasure you beyond your greatest fantasy," I told her as she squirmed, trying to get closer to my face. I chuckled..."Oh you like that huh?" I said.

"Mmmm," she again moaned, and I buried my face in her moist and warm mound. "Ohhhh Goddd!" And she humped into me...trying to get tighter...but I held her away. 

"Not yet, dear," I said..."I am going to have a special dessert...I want to taste and lick you for awhile...I want to feel your body quivering as I take you with my tongue to places you have never been!" And I began to pleasure her with my tongue...Sliding up and down, poking in her, flicking against her clit, as I pinch her nipples...Placing my tongue flat against her I drag it all the way up her slit! Pressing especially hard as I approach her clit...but I stop. Do not touch it...she moans again, and tries to push herself up to my mouth. 

I move away...she is mewing like a cat with a lost kitten..."Please!" She again begs...and I lean a little closer...pulling her to me and off the edge of the desk...seeking another prize!

"Ohhhh, Gooooood!" she screams as I lick her little rose bud...her legs try to clamp on my head, but her feet in the drawers will not let her..."No one has ever done that," she said blushing...and I licked again...rimming around her tight warm rose bud...And as I rolled my tongue I pushed against her and entered! "Ohhhhhhhh! Don't stop! Please! More!"...I pulled out...no not yet...I want her to remember this moment! She will Orgasm: but from just my tongue...it will be buried in her rose bud when she crashes over the edge...

"Pllleeeeeasseee!" And I just chuckled...She wants more so I will indulge her. I again lick all the way up and down her..."Mmmm," she moans again...her breathing quickening...I again push in and out of her...she bucks up hard against my face...trying to bury my tongue inside her. I flick it in and out...her legs clamp on my head. I push my face as tight to her as possible...my nose penetrating her mound as my tongue drives deeper into her anus...She screams "Mnnnnnnnnnmghg, Oh my, Oh my.... Goddddd!!"

"Like that did you?" I asked? She smiled...her face aglow with embarrassment! And I stand up...my hard manhood sticking out like a proud warrior...seeking it's own reward...I slide it up and down her slit...felling the warmth, the moistness. "Mmmm," she moans...I slide just the tip, into her. "Oh!" She tries to slide down...trying to impale herself on my manhood...I pull back..."Whaat? No, I want you in me," She pulls her feet out of the drawers and takes them, and wrapping them around me draws me in... 

"No!" I said...and I draw back out. "No protection!" And I backed away.

"I don't care! I wanted to feel you skin to skin!" And she looked at me tears in her eyes...

"That must be done at the very first," I told her, "That way there is no chance of you getting pregnant. We cannot have that happen!" She nods her head. "You know we have to be careful if we are going to continue this." Again she nods...

I picked up a condom packet and opened it. "Give it to me," and she reached over to take it. "This is my job." And as she reached down she licked the head of my manhood. It pulsed with anticipation, and then proceeded to roll it down my length. "Mmmm," she sighed...cannot wait to feel this again, as she squeezed it.

"Mmmm," I moaned, and pushed her back...again sliding the length of her slit, lubricating myself with her juices...stopping at her little rosebud. She pushed back against me... "That will be another time." I tell her. "Not today," we need more time for that... and I draw nearer to my prize. Pushing with all my force, I enter her. 

"Yeeesssssssss!" She squealed. "Oh that feels so good!" Wrapping her legs around me: and pulling me tighter. I moved slow now, wanting to savor the time in her...back real slow...now push, easing myself in, fighting her legs trying to pull me in. "Please, fuck me hard, quit teasing. I cannot stand it!" She moaned at me...I pulled back again, slowly. Taking my time...a couple quick thrusts for her, and another slow one for me... Pllleeeaasse!" She hissed at me as her breathing got quicker, and her body flushed with lust..."I want it hard and fast," she begged..."I am so close..."

I smiled...slowly pulling back again. I looked into her eyes as I placed my thumb on her clit...her eyes got bigger...pressing on it a little more, more pressure with each slow stroke, I could see her getting closer...her nipples like little erasers...hard, poking out...I leaned in and sucked one between my teeth, I bit down softly..."Oh Good God!" She screamed, and she came!

Her juices were flowing down me like a river... She bucked against me and grabbed my hand pushing it harder against her clit...Panting like she was out of breath...I slowly inserted a finger into her anus, "Oh, Oh, Oh, So wonderful! Don't stop there!" She moaned...her muscles clamping upon me and my finger...it was too much...I again unloaded into the condom!

"My god! You are so tight!" I told her...I slowly shrunk and started to slide out of her...She smiled at me, blushing all the time..."I love the way your eyes look as you blush!" I said as I stroked her body. "I love the softness of your body," and my hand wandered over her perky breasts...so soft, wonderful to feel as my fingers close around the nipple...she moaned.

I helped her sit up, my hands going to her back. And as we got closer to each other's face...we kissed. Her eyes closed...our tongues dancing and enjoying each other's taste...Her hand reached down and she looked me in the eye as she grasped hold of me...

"I want more of this..." I smiled. "I need more of this!" And she squeezed it, I gasped..."I want to taste you," a smile playing across her lips...and she whispered in a husky, lusty voice..."I will suck you dry!" And she proceeded to wrap her lips around my soft member...the feeling was exquisite...the softness of her mouth, surrounding me in warmth and moistness. 

The phone rang... We both jumped. She held onto me as she reached for it. "This is Mrs. Barnes, how may I help you?" And I saw a smile on her face. "Yes dear, I had to work late and was just finishing up," she squeezed me. A slight blush: to her cheek. "I will be home shortly." And slowly hung up the phone. 

"I guess we better stop here, " she said and leaned down and sucked me into her mouth again...gave a small kiss to the head, and then slowly, she let go and started getting dressed.

"So I guess we will have to work overtime again, huh?" She turned and smiled. I shook my head in the affirmative as I put my clothes back on. "And then: I want you to keep your promise," she said, "I want to feel that," pointing at my crotch, "Here." As she shook her bottom at me...an evil smile crossing her lips, and we soon left. Me out the back way and she let herself out of the main door.



The Office Ch. 02



A week ago today I fucked Carla my coworker, and it was amazing. People always say never screw around with your coworkers because it will be awkward at the office. I say fuck that, there is some hot ass here and after having my first taste last week, I am now making it my goal to try and nail all of these horny sluts. That's what they are, sluts. Why else do they all dress in skintight pants, shirts that show full cleavage, pants that show thong underwear whenever they bend down or lean forward. These chicks want cock, whether they're married, have kids, are single, or whatever. They dress like whores, they flirt with me all the time, they make sexual hints, and they give that sexy smile when they catch you staring at their tits or their tight asses. So I would be foolish to keep acting like I'm not interested or that they're off limits, because I in fact am very interested, and there are no limits. My point was proven tonight, thank you very much Tia!

Tia works in my department, on the other side of my wall. I could hear her but not see her, which is a shame considering what she looks like. The hottest of several Latina girls recently hired, Tia is about 5'3'', slim figure but with very ample tits for her small frame. In fact, her tits looked huge today, I'm not sure if it was the bra or what, but every time I saw her, her cleavage was prominent. Anyway, she has long brown hair flowing down to her perfect ass. Her ass makes every guy in the office stop and turn when she goes by, and not just for an innocent glimpse. They stare until she is out of sight. Nobody can believe how tight and shapely her gorgeous ass is. My dick is sticking straight up just writing about that butt. Tia has a slight hint of accent in her voice, making her that much sexier, and we spend most of the day chatting over the wall, usually playful, flirtatious banter that has me hard as a rock under my desk all day.

Whenever one of us goes around to the other's desk, I am unable to control my little guy, and I get noticeably hard and painfully uncomfortable the whole time. There's no way around it; if she's facing me, I look at her tits jiggling around in her blouse, and if she's turned around walking away I am treated to the work of art she calls an ass. Today was particularly painful, and I'll explain why.

Tia came around to my desk in the morning to say hi and she wore a tight black top, which showed deep cleavage, and skin tight white pants. I could easily see a colored thong underneath the pants, and when she bent over I could see they were dark red. The pants looked like they were spray painted on, and I tried to visualize her sexy body slipping into them that morning. She flopped herself down on my desk, her ass inches from my body. I kid you not, the presence and proximity of that ass was enough to give me a steel pole, without even looking at it. I remained hard as she mumbled some bullshit about her night, praying she would get the fuck out of my area so I could adjust myself. She finally did, and I of course made sure I stared at her ass as she sashayed it away in those white pants. The outline of her red thong didn't help my situation, and I got up to look for something on my shelf. As I did so, I did not realize that Tia had doubled back to my desk to tell me something she had forgotten to earlier, and as she appeared, I watched her eyes drop right to my bulging dockers. It was impossible to miss as I was almost at full mast from her tight little body. My face turned beet red, and she said nothing, and walked away.

The next few hours we talked about the usual shit, with no mention of what she saw, and as it approached lunch time, we discussed our options. She suggested we go out for lunch, and about three of us agreed to go. As soon as my two coworkers said they'd go, Tia explained that her backseat was a mess, and there was only room for one more. As the two of us were closer friends, we said we would go get food for everyone, and we headed out to Tia's car. On the walk to her car, I felt the beginnings of a hard on, and thought this can't be happening right now. We got into her car and she pulled out and headed for the exit but then last second she turned and drove to the very back of the lot, where no cars ever really went. I turned to her and asked what the hell she was doing, as there was no exit over here. Tia then put then car in park and shut the engine.

"We need to talk", she said.

"About what?" I asked.

"That", she said and she pointed to my crotch. "I saw it before sticking out of your pants and I've noticed it other times when I'm around you. What's the deal?"

I told her the deal was I couldn't help myself around her incredible body, and the image of her ass is etched in my mind at all times. Well she stared at me for a few seconds and then she told me my cock was on her mind ever since she started noticing how hard I get around her. She said she dresses the way she does for my benefit, cause she wants to keep making me hard, and she goes home at night and fingers herself to orgasm while thinking about my big hard dick. At this point I, of course, was sporting a flagpole in my lap, and Tia reached for it and took it in her small hands through my pants. She rubbed it a few times and then she unzipped my pants and took out my thick tool. It seemed huge in her tiny hands as she stroked it slowly. I asked her if she wanted to suck it, and before I got an answer, I pushed her head down into my lap, forcing her hot mouth over my cock. Her tits pressed through her thin shirt as she sucked me, and my pre cum was oozing out of my head. She sucked away as I fumbled to get her shirt off, before she realized it wasn't working and she leaned back and slid off her top for me. Her bra encased tits were perfect orbs, aching to be sucked, creamy and tan like the rest of her hot body. She wasted no time undoing the bra and freeing those puppies, taking my hands and placing them on each tit. I massaged them for a minute and then leaned down and blew gently on one nipple, while rubbing the other. I continued to switch off blowing softly and darting my tongue out to her stiffening nipples and this was driving her wild. 

By now she was stroking my thick cock while I teased her nipples, and I think she felt I was close to cumming so she stopped and struggled in her seat to get her tight white pants off. When she got them off the thong was next and she sat naked as the day she was born in the front seat of her car. I think my cock kept growing, I had never seen it this long or hard before and then Tia hopped over to my side and sat down on my lap, but not on my cock. We smiled at each other and I grabbed her lithe body and lifted her, moved her over a bit, and dropped her down onto my stiff dick. She was so fucking wet that I could have been able to slip right into her if she wasn't so fucking tight. I had to lift her and drop her slowly back down a few times until my head was fully inside her and she started to slide down my shaft. The friction was overwhelming for both of us as we began to fuck in my seat. She gyrated her hips like she was dancing on my cock, and between that and the sounds of her squishy pussy fucking my dick, I couldn't hold back much longer. 

Her tits were bouncing in my face, her car smelled like fresh cunt, I thought I was going to explode and die right there, until she suddenly stopped and my dick slid out of her with a pop. I figured she felt I was close and didn't want me to cum in her, but then she turned to me and gave me a smile and a strange look.

"Where do you really want to dump that load?" she asked me.

"Um, uh......"

"I see the way you look at my ass, why don't we try to get you inside of it and pump it full of your hot cum?"

Before I could respond, she propped her little body up with her hands and she felt around for my dick, aiming it right for her treasure. I had a hard time fitting inside that juicy little ass and she kept stopping and trying to let me ease into her a bit at a time. In the meantime my hands were busy playing with her firm tits, cupping them and squeezing her sensitive nipples while she worked on my dick. The sensation was unbearable and just as she had a good amount of my cock stuffed into her tight smooth butt, I felt that feeling coming on. Just as Tia's ass came in contact with my pubes, I got about five or six good pumps in before exploding inside her. I pumped load after load of hot cum into her ass, and she humped herself back on my cock the more I came in her. I felt another warm liquid all over my legs and I knew she had cum hard as well. She shook in orgasm as her girly cunt cream flowed out and mixed with the cum that was overflowing from Tia's butt. Finally I started to get slightly soft as my cock drained inside Tia, and I helped her back into her seat, spent. Her smooth pussy was soaked with juices, and her ass was spitting out my hot cum onto her seats. There was no way we would be able to go back inside the office because we reeked of sex and we were covered in our juices from this fantastic fuck session. 

Tia had the great idea to call our boss and say we got a flat during lunch and we'd be back later when it was fixed. We then drove to my house which was nearby and showered and changed, but not before I gave her a proper fucking on my bed. We returned to the office later that afternoon, our coworkers never suspecting a thing.



The Office Ch. 02



My heart is hammering wildly in my chest. My eyes widen in surprise. A cold sensation runs down my spine chilling me, it robs me of the warmth that my lust had created. How long had those shoes been there? Who was this person? My pussy is on fire, completely ignoring the rest of my body, demanding more, ignorant to what just transpired. My finger is wet and hovering millimeters over my clit. I take in a deep stabilizing breath, collecting myself.

Two gentle knocks sound off against the stall door. I freeze, unsure of what to do, unsure of what is happening. "Excuse me? Are you ok?" asks a rich baritone voice. 

I try to get a handle on my breath; I'm still slightly out of breath from my exertions and the shock of what happened a moment earlier. I swallow before replying in the calmest voice I can muster, "yeah, I'm ok." Without thinking I ask the obvious, "umm, why are you in here?" my voice slightly trembling.

"I'm sorry, you're right. It was just that I heard some sounds as I was leaving the men's. I didn't think anyone was still in the office," his voice pauses for a second, "I thought something was wrong, but I guess I was mistaken."

Nodding in silent agreement I reply, "that's ok, you just scared me." At this point I become aware of the state of my undress. My legs close slightly, unconsciously, and my hand pulls at each bra cup, tugging it over my breasts and swollen nipples. The sensation of the soft fabric over my sensitive skin makes me almost moan, only me biting down on my lip prevents it.

All of this happens in the second it takes for the man to reply, "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry if I did. I'm curious though, did you hear those sounds? Or was that you?"

Unsure I say, "What sounds? I haven't heard anything since I came in." The shoes beneath the stall door turn and then disappear. I hear one, two clicks from each heel and then a sound I can't quite place.

"Are you sure? Well I must be hearing things then. I'm sorry to have disturbed you." I let go of my breath, my body trembling. I can hear the man walk out. The door closes. I sit there wondering what just happened? Had he heard me moaning? Who was he? All these questions float through my head until my hand returns to between my legs. 

Maybe it was the adrenaline of being almost caught but now my body is tingling with pleasure. The gentle movement of my wrist on my thigh as my hand toys with myself makes my eyes roll back. 

My breath starts coming quicker now my other hand has found my breasts again. My hand digs out each tit, pushing the cup downward once more. A gentle tug on my nipple ring makes my body flinch; everything feels so wonderful right now. My fingers are wet with my juice and are teasing my exposed lips. I look down and I can see my exposed sex, my finger is slowly rubbing against it.

I whimper when I tug on my nipple once more. The soft flesh pinched between my fingers begging for more attention. My mind is completely blank at this point, all thoughts of the man forgotten. My fingers slide in once more and I squeeze. My vaginal muscles trying to hold onto them as I pull them out. This is what I needed; my hand begins to tug faster and harder on each breast, switching between them. My hips involuntarily jerk apart; I can feel my panties and slacks biting into my lower legs.

My back arches pulling my bra tight against my chest. The soft fabric rubs the underside of my breasts, my chest is heaving as I look down between my legs. Both hands are there now. My nipples are hard and erect, my stomach clenched tight, and my pussy is spread open. One hand is holding open my lips while the other pounds my fingers into me, deeper and faster.

I feel myself start to spasm, my fingers tugging out of my wet hole. My bush and thighs are soaked from my fluids. I'm panting in between moans and then finally release. My fingers pull out and I watch my pussy contracting as it squirts, once then twice. The stall reeks of my cum, I can smell it on every inward breath as finally my pussy begins to calm. I can feel a slow trickle of cum seeping out between my legs. I rub into my bush. My swollen lips being pleasantly crushed as my hand moves roughly over my aching mound.

Suddenly I can think again, my mind totally clear and open. I shut my eyes for a second, drinking in the last remnants of my orgasm. God, that was amazing. Exactly what I needed in order to cap off a long day at work. A minute or so later my stupor wears off, and I slowly stand up. Both my hands are wet with cum. I lick suck on each finger first before licking the palm of my hands. The warm liquid is pleasant on my tongue. My mouth, finally happy to be able to take part in my sexual experience, lights up at the flavor. At the last finger, I take one long second to savor it.

Standing, I stretch for a moment, my back and arms extending. I can feel my body cooling; I tug my bra up and over each breast and then begin to button my shirt. I reach for my panties. Grabbing them by the waist, I pull up; the lace runs easily up my legs until stopping at hips. The white cotton crotch greedily soaking up what juices remained. My slacks follow a second later. As I am fixing my clothes my phone begins to hum. A few moments later I push open the door, my nostrils breath in the clean sterile air once again.

I walk over to the counter and wash my hands and then open my purse. I pull out my cell phone and see that I just got a text. I open it in my browser, there's an attached video. Curious, I click on it as I swing my purse onto my arm. The video opens, it's all gray and then the camera moves right, I stop dead in my tracks. On my cell's display for six seconds is a video of me!

I watch as my hand toys with my hairy pussy. My breasts being pinched and pulled at by my fingers, the video shows me oblivious to my surroundings. My eyes are closed, my mouth slightly open. The camera pans down centering on my wet vagina and then the screen goes blank. 

Shocked, I close the video, and look at the number. Its not one I recognize. The man! I shout in my head, it must have been him, right before he knocked on the door... He filmed me? How could I not have noticed, I ask myself. I'm such an idiot I think as my heart begins to race. To be caught like that, so exposed, in such a vulnerable position. I push open the door,my mind racing with thoughts of who it could be, leaving the washroom I walk back to my desk in a daze. I've yet to comprehend what has just happened.



The Office Ch. 02



It's after hours. I've been working on asinine paper work all evening. My mind is most definitely not in the game. I'm struggling to keep my focus. This morning you demanded that I wear my anal plug for you while at work. It's been a distraction all day. I know it has been for you as well. 

You've sent me several messages today. Telling me how much you can't wait to fuck my ass tonight. Telling me about how hard you've been all day. The porn you've flooded my email with has all been explicit anal fucking. 

When I catch your eye in the hallway I can see the outline of your cock through your pants. I wonder if you've even been able to get any work done or if your hard cock has kept you distracted. 

I'm working on one last item for the day. Everyone else has left for the night. Even you have said goodbye at least an hour ago. We're supposed to meet up later for dinner but I'm starting to worry I won't make it. 

I know you'll devise a sever punishment for me if I don't show up to the restaurant tonight as promised. All you asked of me was that I have my anal plug in. I could dress anyway I wanted so long as the plug was buried securely in my ass. 

Knowing this, and how late I usually am, I dressed extra sexy for work today. I tight pencil skirt that shows anyone paying close attention that I'm not wearing any panties. A white button down shirt, sheer enough to see my red lace bra through and enough buttons undone that I risk my breasts spilling out every time I bend down. 

My last minute work is dragging on longer than I intended. I'm becoming more and more frustrated that I can't seem to escape this one last task. I send you a quick text telling you I'm going to be late. Your response is short and terse. "That's a shame." 

I send you another apologizing again but you ignore it. My insecurities are starting to sink in. I'm about to give up with this distracting plug and finish my tasks in spite of you when you send me a text. "Whatever it is you are doing can wait. Stop. Right now and go to my office, my sexy slut. I have a surprise for you."

I smile grateful that you are not angry with me. Glad that whatever your plans for tonight might have been your okay improvising. You know timing has never been my strong suit. You call it a challenge to your authority that you plan on fixing by the time your through with me. I call it a severe allergy to time. Either way, I'm glad to see you have not let me ruin your plans. 

I need a break from work and despite my tardiness issues, I am rarely one to disobey your orders so I stop what I'm doing and head to your office. The lights are off but your door is unlocked. I enter, turning on the lights to see a wrapped box on your desk. 

The box has my name on it so I open it. I can't help the cheesy smile that is plastered to my face or the thrill that races through my body. 

I open the box to find a gorgeous red negligee, handcuffs and a blindfold. I don't even need to read your card to know that you want me to put the items on. But I know your instructions will be explicit and I already feel bad for messing up dinner.

"Hello my Slut,

I knew you would get bogged down with work and miss our dinner. You work too hard. I have both a punishment for your tardiness and a reward for your hard work, but I bet you can't tell which is which. Put on the nightie. Place the blind fold over your eyes and cuff your hands behind your back. Then I want you to kneel in the middle of the floor. I'll be right with you."

I do what you ask, stripping out of my clothes and leaving them in the box. The thrill of exposing myself somewhere semipublic has my heart racing and my cunt moistening. I've been in need of you all day and the anticipation of the pleasure I know you'll bring me has me on edge. 

The nightie is low cut, barely covering my breasts. The material cut down the middle exposing my stomach and smooth pussy. There were no panties in the box and if not for your demand to wear it I would think the nightie pointless.

I position myself in the middle of the room and place one link of the handcuffs around one wrist. I tie the blindfold around my head, covering my eyes and plunging me into darkness, before I secure the other wrist in the other cuff and kneel on the floor. 

I wait patiently for you. The anticipation making my desire for you grow. The blindfold closing me off to the real world and allowing my imagination run wild. I imagine you coming in, seeing me just as your requested and instantly becoming hard. I hope you will let me suck your cock. I long to taste you. 

"Well, well, well. It looks like my slut can obey orders after all," I hear your voice from the door way and smile.

"I'm sorry, my love, I got behind today."

You approach me. Your fingers gently stroking my face as I look up to where I think you are. 

"Not to worry, my slut, you are going to make it up to me right now. Get on your hand and knees. Put that beautiful ass in the air for me."

I do as you have asked eagerly. I lean forward, my big ass in the air. You gently stroke it. 

"Have you worn your plug all day, Slut?"

"Yes." It's a breathless whisper. I have been unaware of how much I need you until now. I feel desperate for your touch. For your approval. I want to turn you on as much as you turn me on. 

I hear a loud snap behind me. The crack of your belt as you tease me with its sound. Though I know what is about to come next I am unprepared. Your belt stings as you whip first my right ass cheek and then the left. I would be lying if I said that I could not take the pain. 

I love it. I love when you whip my ass. I become instantly wet. Instantly submissive. We both know with every lick of your belt I surrender further.

Your belt lands firmly on my ass several times. The backs of my thighs do not escape your punishment either. Every smack leaves me in a transcendental place where pain becomes pleasure. 

Once you have turned my pale skin a bright red color you demand I sit back up on my knees. It's a struggle to sit up with my hands cuffed behind my back but I manage to do so. 

You grip my hair and tilt my head back giving me an amazing kiss. It's deep, passionate. Calling it a kiss doesn't seem to do it enough justice. It's a claiming. 

You taste delicious. Like the richest chocolate. Seductive. Sinful.

I easily lose myself in your kiss. 

Eventually you end the kiss. Your hand still firmly grasping my hair, keeping my head tilted back. It's not long before I feel your cock teasing my lips. You are warm, and hard. I stick my tongue out and lick your hard length. I need to taste you. I need to feel your hard cock against my tongue. 

"That's right my slut. Lick my cock."

I lick your warm flesh over and over again. I start from the base and lick slowly to the head of your cock. I suckle your balls. Worshiping your cock with loving care. I am addicted to your taste and I can't help the moan that escapes me. "Please, sir. I need you in my throat." I beg.

You pull my head back at a more extreme angle letting me know who is in charge. "Open you mouth, Slut."

I do. Eager to feel you fuck my mouth. You waste no time sliding your thick length into my mouth. I relax my jaw, taking as much of you as I can. When I start to gag you force a little more down my throat before pulling out and repeating the process. 

I can tell by your thrusts that you are not interested in having your cock sucked at the moment. Your actions are merely a tease for both of us. 

You pull free of my mouth and I am slightly disappointed that I won't be tasting your cum. I do love when you fill my mouth. 

"I'm going to take the handcuffs off, my slut. But you are not allowed to touch your blindfold. If you do, I will stop what I'm doing immediately and leave you unsatisfied. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." I won't even go near the blindfold. I could not take the loss of your touch at this point. I'm too turned on. Too wound up. I need you to make me cum. Give me the pleasure that I need. 

You help me to my feet and take my hand, guiding me through the room. I can hear you sit in your chair. Its telltale squeak giving away our location. 

"Spread your legs."

I do. My cunt is dripping wet. I can feel it running down my thighs. I am so hot for you right now. You reach between my legs and stroke my clit. Your strokes are slow and leisurely. I moan. I can't help it. My body has become a live wire and you manipulate it expertly.

You plunge three fingers into my cunt. Pumping hard and fast. I will never survive this pace. I start to squirm. "Yes. Oh God, yes!"

You bring me right to the edge and pull your fingers free. You slap my ass soundly. "Not, yet, my slut. You don't get to cum, yet."

You pull the plug from ass. I can hear you set it on your desk. Seconds later I feel you drizzle something cold down my ass crack. The slick oil drips down over my asshole, down the backs of my legs. You massage the oil into my skin, sinking several digits into my ass.

Your touch feels amazing. I reach back and spread my ass cheeks apart for you. Encouraging you to tease me. I can hear you chuckle behind me as you nip my ass checks and then kiss them lovingly. "You are eager to get your ass fucked tonight aren't you, Slut?"

"Yes, sir. I've been dreaming of your cock buried to the hilt in my ass all day."

"I just bet." 

You pull me towards your lap by my hips. My legs are spread on either side of yours as you slowly lower me down on your cock. 

"Fuck yes!" You feel amazing in my ass and I can't help but scream out. 

It isn't long before you are buried to the hilt. "I have a much bigger surprise for you my beautiful slut. When it happens, don't fight it. I know you. You will enjoy it."

Your message is cryptic. The blindfold has me lost in another world where all I feel is pleasure. I don't understand your words and with your cock buried in my ass, I honestly don't care to. I just want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me cum. 

You don't disappoint. Your thrust are deep. Hard. Each one dominates me, forces me to surrender to the pleasure you bring me. I am so close. So close to one supernova of an orgasm when your movements slow. You lean back in your chair, taking me with your. 

All of my weight is resting in your lap and on your chest. Your hands spread my legs wider. "Put your hands behind your back," you order.

I sit up a bit to slip them behind my back. You loop one arm through them, pinning me. Your hold is fierce. I couldn't escape it even if I wanted to. 

"Trust me, my Slut," you whisper in my ear.

I don't even have a chance to respond. To tell you I always trust you before I feel a new set of warm hands on my thighs. Spreading me open even further. 

I start to struggle. Nothing coherent leaves my mouth as I feel a second cock push into my tight wet pussy. Your hold is unbreakable. You hold me to you. The other man holds my thighs open. Every inch of his cock he sinks into me give me pleasure. 

Part of me feels like I should feel betrayed by you. You've allowed another man to violate me. The slut inside me though has been desperate for this since the second I confessed the desire to be fuck by more than one man. You've never shied away from the idea. In fact you've always encouraged it. Sending me links to porn where woman after woman has both her holes filled by multiple men. 

No, I'm not truly surprised. More shocked and once that wears off I find myself giving into the pleasure. I feel completely stretched around both your cocks. I stop struggling and I feel you release me. 

When my hands reach for my blindfold your teeth bite my shoulder as a warning. "This all ends if you remove that blindfold," you growl.

My hands stop and instead reach for the new man inside me. I grip his shoulders as you both set into a smooth rhythm. Each of you driving your thick cocks deep inside of me. 

I'm coming apart with the pleasure. My moans are loud. I prey no one else is in the office as there will be no denying that I'm getting the fucking of a lifetime.

You both piston in and out of me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I am clawing at the back and shoulders of the man thrusting inside my pussy. It drives him wild as he fucks me harder. 

One. Two. Three more deep thrusts and he is filling my tight cunt with his cum. His moans deep, guttural. I feel him swell and twitch inside of me. It triggers my own massive orgasm. I squeeze both cocks as I come. Screaming in pleasure. 

Your friend pulls out of me and you immediately force me up and lean me over your desk. You fuck my ass with hard, quick strokes. Your own orgasm right at the very edge. You sound like a feral beast as you come. You burry your cock deep into my ass and fill me with your cum. 

You lay heavily on top of me kissing my back and shoulders. You whisper into my ear how much you love me. When you have composed yourself enough you tell me to stay just as I am and lean back in your chair. 

"You look so beautiful, my slut. Well fucked. Cum dripping out of both your holes. So beautiful."

You tell me I can remove my blindfold and I do. I immediately search the room for your partner. The one who fucked my pussy so thoroughly, but he is gone. 

"Who else was here?" I ask.

You just smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Your smile is wicked and taunting. Knowing you it could have been anyone of your friends. Or the new guy I told you I thought was hot a couple weeks ago. 

"My precious little Slut I refuse to tell you. I want you to wonder every time you talk with someone whether or not that was the man I let fuck you. When you are in the break room having lunch and another man sits across from you, I want you to wonder if he was the one that filled you with his cum."

I shake my head at you as I smile. Leave it to you to find a punishment that will never end.



The Office Ch. 02



Mr Daniels could not believe what had just happened as he sat there watching Miss Price lying, legs parted, glistening pussy on show on his desk. She had a glow about her which one only gets after orgasm and the more he looked at her the harder his cock became. He moved over to his desk and slipped two fingers inside Miss Price, enjoying the sensation of his cum and the tightness of her pussy on his fingers. He pushed them in slowly, making her moan with each thrust before taking his finger to her lips and watched her slowly lick each one as though it was a lolly pop. She circled her tongue over his fingers before taking them in her mouth and sucking hard. He could take no more so pushed her back onto the desk and knelt astride her, his large black cock mere centimetres from her mouth. Miss Price responded by gently licking the end of his cock, slowly then more firmly before running her tongue over the ridge driving him wild. 

Miss Price could feel her pussy throbbing with desire as she watched the pure ecstasy on his face. He started to thrust his throbbing, hard cock in her mouth, fucking it with all his might. Miss Price took its length deep in her throat, sucking and licking as though her life depended on it. Mr Daniels was close to cumming again so he slowed down and started to caress Miss Price's breasts. They were so soft and creamy coloured, a stark contrast to his rich chocolaty tones. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed it between her breasts, Miss Price put her hands up and pushed her breasts together, making it tighter on his throbbing cock. With each thrust the tip met her mouth and her tongue made firm swirls on the end. Mr Daniels could hold back no more and came hard and fast all over her creamy white breasts and luscious pink lips. Miss Price flicked her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and seductively licked his cum off her lips. Mr Daniels could not believe how horny this chick was!

Miss Price had never felt so desirable or horny before in all her life, her pussy was soaking wet with her juices and the remainder of his cum from earlier on. She wanted to feel his large cock inside of her again and to cum all over it. She got off the desk and knelt before Mr Daniels, taking his flaccid cock in her mouth, sucking slowly as if to breathe life into it. She took his balls in her right hand, squeezing each one softly, then harder, watching the expression on his face. Mr Daniels moaned as her touch got firmer and firmer and Miss Price could see his cock starting to harden again. She took both balls in her mouth and sucked and sucked as hard as she could. Mr Daniels loved it the rougher she was and his cock started to get harder and harder as she sucked and nibbled his balls. He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to his body, his hips grinding against her face and she sucked and licked his balls. 

Miss Price moved over to the photocopier that was in Mr Daniels' office. She placed both hands on the top of it and lifted her left leg up exposing her oh so wet pussy. Mr Daniels came up behind her and slid his now rock hard cock deep into her pussy making her groan with pleasure. Her pussy was so hot and wet, Mr Daniels thought he had died and gone to heaven. He started to fuck her softly, then harder with each thrust, making Miss Price moan louder and louder. He grabbed her hair with his left hand and pulled her head back as he fucked her harder and harder making her scream. With his right hand, he slid one finger in her ass as he fucked that pussy. Miss Price could feel every inch of his large cock and loved the way his head rubbed the inside of her pussy. She could feel herself cumming and screamed out his name as she came hard and fast all over his cock. He could feel her muscles contract around his cock making it throb even more. He was so hard it was unbelievable! He was fucking Miss Price as hard and as fast as he could, her juices dripping off his balls onto his inner thighs, he was so close to cumming now and there was no way he could hold back. He screamed as he came deep in her pussy, every last bit of cum spurting from his body. He shivered and felt close to collapse as he had never cum so hard in his whole life. 

They lay in each other's arms on the sofa, her skin creamy white against his rich chocolate tones. Her head lay on his chest, her fingers tracing circles on the skin of his belly. Mr Daniels moaned softy at her touch, still recovering from the best night shift of his life and smiled to himself. Miss Price was the naughtiest secretary he had ever known in his whole life! He lifted her chin up towards his face, gently cupping her chin and brought her lips to his, kissing her softly at first, then with more urgency as he felt his cock stirring into life again. A shudder went through Miss Price's body and she pushed herself closer to him, skirt still round her waist and shirt open. He watched with fascination as her pink nipples grew erect at his touch.

He moved his hand to her nipple and started to caress it, teasing it with his thumb and forefinger as he watched her expression. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed there was someone in the main office watching them from the door of his office. Mr Daniels carried on teasing Miss Price's nipple, whilst watching the newcomer's reaction. 

Cally Jones was the office cleaner and had worked at the company for nearly ten years. It wasn't the greatest job in the world but paid the bills and was easy enough. She had seen many things over the years on the night shift and nothing fazed her, she was a woman of the world after all! She watched Mr Daniels with an amused smile on her face, she could see that it was turning him on that she was watching, especially as Miss Price had not noticed her presence. The sight of his large black cock emerging from his trousers made her pussy throb. Cally could not remember the last time she had had a good fucking as her old man was more interested in watching TV these days. 

Mr Daniels whispered something into Miss Price's ear and she turned round and saw Cally watching them. She stood up slowly and removed her skirt and shirt, leaving her standing there in only her stockings and high heels. She beckoned Cally over to join them. Cally walked slowly over to Miss Price and stood just in front of her whilst Mr Daniels was still seated on the sofa. Miss Price took Cally by the hand and pulled her closer to her nearly naked body before kissing her gently on the lips. Miss Price's lips were so soft and juicy and tasted of pussy and cock mixed together. It was a heady experience and Cally could feel her body responding to her touch. Miss Price ran her hands up Cally's back and removed her jumper in one swift move revealing large creamy breasts in a lacy blue bra. Miss Price removed her bra with a flick of her wrist and Cally's breasts were revealed in all their glory. Miss Price moved her mouth downwards from her neck, slowly towards her breasts, licking and nibbling making Cally moan softly. She circled her nipple with her tongue, softly then firmer before taking it in her mouth and sucking hard as her hand caressed her other breast. 

Mr Daniels was taking in the sight in front of him, his cock getting harder and harder as Miss Price licked and sucked Cally's nipples. He sat there stroking his cock slowly as he watched Miss Price undo Cally's trousers and pull down her panties to reveal a neatly trimmed pussy. He was mesmerised as Miss Price ran her tongue down Cally's belly towards her pussy, her hands caressing her thighs before gently parting her legs to give her tongue room to lick at her clit. Cally threw her head back and moaned loudly as Miss Price's tongue flicked round her clit before she buried her face in Cally's pussy.

Miss Price could feel herself getting wet and her pussy started to throb. It was so horny to lick pussy and Cally's tasted so good, her juices mixing with saliva and dripping from her lips. She slowly parted Cally's lips with her right hand so she could get deeper inside her with her tongue, nibbling gently on her clit making Cally's body shiver with pleasure. She slid two fingers inside Cally and continued to lick, suck and nibble on her clit, feeling Cally's body tense as she made her cum right there and then on her face and hands. 

Miss Price took Cally by the hand and led her over to Mr Daniels who by now had the biggest erection he had ever had in his life. She sat Cally down on the sofa and pushed her back so that her legs were parted and her pussy was on show for both of them to see. She bent over on all fours in front of Cally and begged Mr Daniels to fuck her hard from behind. Mr Daniels obliged and pushed his cock deep into her wet, warm pussy and grabbed her hips pulling her back onto his throbbing cock. Miss Price ran her hands up Cally's thighs again and parted her legs some more before burying her face in her pussy again. It tasted so sweet she could not get enough of it. Mr Daniels was thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her soaking pussy and each thrust pushed her tongue deeper and deeper into Cally's hole making her body quiver again.

Cally was so wet it was unbelievable and her pussy was literally throbbing with desire, she wanted to cum again all over Miss Price's face. She started to rub her breasts and play with her nipples as Mr Daniels' cock pushed Miss Price's face into her. She could feel herself cumming and screamed out her name as she gushed onto Miss Price's face.

Cally was desperate by now to make both Miss Price and Mr Daniels cum so she got up off the sofa and lay directly underneath Miss Price, who was still on all fours with Mr Daniels' cock deep inside her. Her face was directly beneath Miss Price's pussy and Mr Daniels' cock and she flicked her tongue up catching his shaft with it as his cock went in and out of Miss Price's pussy. Cally carried on licking his cock, tasting Miss Price's juices on it as he continued to fuck Miss Price hard and deep. Cally moved her mouth slightly and took his left, then his right ball in her mouth making him groan loudly with pleasure. 

Mr Daniels could feel himself cumming again as Cally licked and sucked on his balls, softly at first then harder and harder. He was just about to explode when he pulled his cock out of Miss Price's pussy and came all over her clit and Cally's tongue. God, what an erotic experience he thought to himself!

Cally had made Mr Daniels cum and was now intent on giving Miss Price the best orgasm of her life. She motioned for Miss Price to sit back on the sofa and parted her legs, just like Miss Price had done to her earlier. Cally could see the glistening cum on Miss Price's pussy and proceeded to lick and suck it until there was none to be seen. She pushed three fingers, then four into Miss Price making her gasp with delight, her pussy so warm, wet and juicy round Cally's hand. She finger fucked her hard and fast as she ran her tongue over her clit. Cally could feel Miss Price was close to cumming as her pussy muscles started to clench against her hand and her body started to tense. Miss Price screamed as ripples of pleasure and heat ran through her body, her pussy gripping tightly on Cally's hand as she came and came all over her. Juices mixed with cum and saliva dripping down Cally's hand.

Cally casually picked her clothes up and got dressed and left the office closing the door behind her, she knew this was one experience she would never forget.



The Office Ch. 02



Today was just like any other day for Kevin. Sitting at his cubicle, typing away. Reports for this and files for that. Things were seemingly running into one another, they were becoming so mundane. Actually, yesterday after lunch, he'd leaned on his hand and closed his eyes for what seemed like 2 mins and a whole hour went by.

Not a single person noticed.

Or so he thought, anyway. When the email came the next day, his heart leapt into his throat. Miss Mallory had requested an audience with him at 11am to "discuss" his work performance and Kevin was suddenly convinced that he was about to be fired for sleeping on the job.

All morning he panicked in his cubicle. One, because he didn't want to lose his job and two, because he was going into Miss Mallory's office. Alone.

Miss Mallory was a Goddess. Really and truly. Every man in that small room sat at their desk and fantasized about her. Blonde. Tall. Curvy. Oh god the boobs on that woman. And an ass to die for. When she walked down the row of small boxed cubicles, there was total silence as every pair of male eyes were glued to her form.

Some bragged that they'd fucked her, but no one ever believed them. Why would someone as gorgeous as Miss Mallory fuck any of the lower, no name employees on this floor? Would never happen. They dreamt about it. Often. In fact, Kevin had to slip off to the men's room once or twice to relieve himself after thinking about her for too long.

Just like he was now.

Glancing down at his lap, he cursed his erection and tried to adjust it so it wouldn't be so obvious. It was 10:45 and he thought it might be a good idea to show up for his meeting a little early. Show his attention to detail. His eagerness to please his superiors. Prove how important this job was to him. Adjusting his flimsy tie, he took a breath and headed towards Miss Mallory's office.

Kevin didn't have to wait for long. He was ushered into the office by his boss' admin assistant not long after he arrived. He was about to greet his superior when he realized he was not alone in the room.

To his left stood was what looked to be a frightened girl, no older than 22. He tilted his head as he watched her, wondering why she had such a strange expression on her face. It looked like small beads of sweat were rolling down her temples and if he looked closer, her whole body appeared to be trembling. Her long blonde hair hung straight down her back and laid softly against the silky blouse she wore. A white one that -- dear god -- showed her hardened nipples right through it.

Averting his eyes quickly, he cleared his throat. The girl made a strangled little whimper and then gasped and Kevin hoped that he'd done a good enough job keeping his dick pinned in his pants, otherwise the bulge was gonna grow and this was going to get really, really awkward.

"Kailey, you can go back to Mr. Key's office now." The sweet sound of Miss Mallory's voice was like angels singing in his ears. He turned to glance at the girl, watched as she clutched a binder of some sort to her chest and hurried out of the office, closing the door behind her.

"Poor little thing," Mallory went on. "Key's new assistant. He's putting her through a rough orientation." The woman chuckled and held out her hand to the seat in front of her desk. "Have a seat Kevin, we have a few things to discuss."

She knew his name. Gods, she knew his name. Well of course she knew his name, you idiot. She's the one that called the meeting. Trying not to trip over his own feet, he swallowed the lump in his throat and made his way to the offered chair.

"First off, Miss Mallory, I want to apologize for yesterday. That's never happened before and I....."

She held up a hand and cut him off. Standing from her seat, she came around the desk and leaned against it, directly in front of him. "I know about yesterday. Employees doze off at their desks all the time. I'm not worried about that," she stated. As she spoke, his eyes couldn't help but travel up the length of her gorgeous, stocking covered legs. "Instead, I have an opportunity for you."

This was able to draw his attention away from his lust filled thoughts. "Opportunity?"

Mallory folded her arms under her bust, and he admired the way it made them stand out even more. "We need an upper management position filled. The recent holder of the job was rather.....disappointing. I've noticed that you're always punctual, you're reliable and you always have your reports in on time. I think with some proper leadership training, you'd be a positive influence on this floor."

Kevin swallowed. Twenty minutes ago he was terrified of being fired. Now here he was being offered a management position.

"I...I'd love to help you out, Miss," he tried not to stammer.

She gave him a stunning smile and nodded her head. "Of course, we'd have to go through your skill set and make sure that you're qualified for the job."

He looked at her quizzically. "What skill set is that?"

Without saying anything else, she reached down and gripped the hem of her skirt. In shock, Kevin watched as she inched it up those creamy thighs and exposed the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen in his life. The skin was pale and fully shaven, lips plump and hiding her clit. Spreading her thighs just a bit, she waved him closer in his seat.

"We're going to take you on a test run and see what the panel says," Mallory cooed, reaching for the back of his head. Taking a firm grip on his short brown hair, she pulled him forward and forced his face in between her thighs. His nose was pressed against her pubic bone, just above the slit of her pussy, hismouth making contact with those beautiful full lips. For a moment, he wasn't sure what he was being tested on or even if this was all real. Then it sank in that there was a vagina pressed to his mouth and he was completely over thinking things.

With a soft moan at the sweet smell of her, his tongue darted from his mouth and danced along the outside of her lips. He wondered if she waxed or shaved because he could not feel a single bit of stubble. There was no response from her yet and he wanted to hear the sweet sounds she made while he pleasured her, so the point of his tongue pushed between the closed lips and went exploring.

Mallory hissed in a breath as his tongue pressed into her. It made contact with her clit and the little organ throbbed in arousal. He circled it slowly, the pressure just right before he paused long enough to suck it into his mouth. This made her gasp and press her hips into his face harder, surprising herself at how good he was so far. Her grip tightened in his hair and she growled out "Keep going."

Obviously he was doing something right. In his pants, his cock was absolutely throbbing. To the point it was painful. Adjusting himself so that it wasn't so confined made him sigh in relief. His tongue traveled down her now very wet slit, teased around her pussy and then pushed inside of her. Kevin was quite happy with his skills because that was all his last girlfriend had wanted him to do. And he had not complained. Mallory's juices leaked out around his tongue and he could hear her panting as he penetrated her. He shifted his hand upwards, placing it over her mounds and rubbing her clit with his thumb while he bobbed his mouth against her lips. Again and again, his tongue plunged into her cunt, until he felt her thighs trembling around his face. Though she hadn't admitted it, Mallory was close to exploding.

Shifting his mouth back to her clit, he concentrated the point of his tongue on the very end of her sensitive organ. He began to sped up in his licking, faster and faster, applying more and more pressure. Mallory was squirming, still holding him firmly in his place, but very obviously losing control. Pressing his entire mouth over the top of her sopping wet slit, he roughly pressed two fingers into her cunt, as deeply as he could. Mallory squealed and bucked under him, her legs now spread open as wide as they possibly could.

"Oh fuck, yes!" She growled, trying to direct his head with her hand. "Keep going, keep going!" She demanded.

With a quick half smile, he pushed a third finger into her eager little hole and resumed his attack on her clit. He could hear how sloshing she was, her pussy juices dripping down his arm as he fingered her. Just as he was about to push his pinky inside with the others, she got so tight that he thought she was going to push all of them out. Suddenly she tried to jerk him away as her back arched and she leaned back on her desk, but he fought against her and kept his mouth attached to her pussy. With a grunt and a strangled cry, she came, a great gush of fluid that flowed over his face and down his chest. He tried to lap up as much of it as he could, before she finally pulled him out from between her legs, panting.

There were no words exchanged yet, but she had an animalistic look in her eyes. Pulling him to his feet, her hands went for his belt. Like an expert, she had it open, along with his pants and her hand wrapped around his cock before he could even think about protesting. Kevin moaned and his hips jerked when she touched his dick, but all she did was pull it out in the open. Then both hands were on his chest and with a hard shove, he was sitting down in the meeting chair once more.

"Miss Mallory, should you be....?"

"Too many words, boy," she growled, straddling him on either side of he chair. Reaching between them, she gripped his cock and pressed it against the lips of her pussy. Kevin's breath caught in his throat. Was she going to actually.......? Mid thought, she dropped her hips and he sank into her. Yup, she was going to fuck him.

Kevin thought he was going to have to do the work and not that he'd have a problem with that, but he'd imagined fucking this woman every which way possible and now that she was actually on his dick, he was surprised that she was taking full control. Placing her hands on his chest, her nails dug into his skin as she began to ride him. He wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands, so one went to her tit, grabbing and squeezing like he'd always wanted to do and the other disappeared between their bodies so that he could tease her clit with his thumb. Mallory seemed to like this, thrusting her chest out and throwing her head back while her movements became more sporadic. Her cunt was deliciously tight around him and he was already throbbing on the brink inside of her. Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around her free nipple and sucked it harshly into his mouth.

She squealed even louder this time and came.

He wasn't sure how many times she orgasmed while she rode him. He lost count after six. And the more she came, the tighter she got and the harder it was for him to control himself and not shoot off inside of her. He wasn't quite sure what she expected; there hadn't been any condom and he wasn't just going to blow his load inside of her.

"Miss...I....oh fuck....can I cum?" He asked, not sure if that was the right thing to do, but at least there wouldn't be any surprises.

"Not yet," she panted, standing up suddenly. Mallory had cum so much that her juices were dripping everywhere, like she'd just taken a shower. Kneeling between his thighs, she grabbed a breast in each hand and wrapped it around his soaking wet cock. Kevin's eyes went as wide as saucers. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she began to fuck him with her tits and he was about to lose it.

"Oh FUCK. PLEASE!!!!! I need to cum, oh god I need to cum....." His pleas trickled off into incoherent begging and Mallory grinned.

"Cum now Kevin."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FUCK!" he shouted, his hips lifting up off he chair he was seated in as the end of his cock exploded. He had to grip the sides of the chair to keep himself steady and from falling off to the floor as the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had surged through him. When he was finally able to open his eyes and glanced down at her, the tops of her tits were coated in his hot, sticky seed.

"Good boy, " she praised, standing up and walking to her desk without pulling her skirt down. Although he was spent, the sight of her bent over and that naked pussy nestled between her thighs made his softening dick twitch.

"I want you to dress yourself. Clean yourself up," she stated plainly as she took a tissue and began to clean the semen from her cleavage. "You're going to have a busy day moving your cubicle to your new office"

Kevin blinked and jumped to his feet, yanking up his pants. "I got the job?" he asked excitedly.

"As long as you come in here and do that when I ask you to, it's yours."

"Oh god, Miss, thank you!" He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he turned to head out the door.

"Oh and Kevin, should you see Kailey again, pull her into your office and tell her to turn up that vibrator that's in her pussy. She didn't cum nearly hard enough when she was in here this morning."

To be continued.....



The Office Ch. 03



As I came into the office, I said, "good morning ladies!" They all smiled and answered back the same...I walked into my office and pulled open the drawer of my desk. Inside was a package...small, wrapped in brown paper, with a note attached...

"My husband is going to be gone next weekend!" the note started..."I thought we might need this!" And was signed "Mrs. B." I smiled and opened up the box to find two silk scarves and a tube of warming gel...I smiled again!

"Mrs. Barnes, would you come in here and bring that work I left for you yesterday!" My cock had already started to grow in my pants, anticipating, and remembering...a smile on my face.

"Such an interesting look on your face!" I heard. And as my eyes refocused, I saw her standing in front of me, a smile playing across her lips and eyes. "A penny for your thoughts," she said...a slight blush on her face.

"These thoughts: rather memories, are worth way more than a penny!" I told her. And again: a blush. "Thank you for taking care of that extra work for me..." I told her.

"You are more than welcome," she said. And as she stared into my eyes, she told me, "It was definitely my pleasure!" And with a smile and blush, she laid the paperwork on my desk. As she leaned forward I could see her erect nipples under her blouse. My cock again pushing against the material of my pants...trying to get to its prize...

I leaned forward slightly and whispered, "I got your message and will give you the time and place." She smiled. "And I think we will get lots of use from your little presents!" Again: a blush.

"Oh, I hope so!" And she turned to leave.

"Stop!" I said...and she turned, wide eyed. Like a doe, caught in the headlights! "I want your panties again..." a blush. "Give them to me now!" 

So she moved away from the door, where no one could see her...she hiked her skirt up and slowly peeled off her thong. Slowly she kissed them before handing them to me..."Thank you," I said, as I smelled her scent, and licked them. Her eyes locked on mine, licking her lips, as she watched me, placing them in the drawer. I told her, "You may go now, and thank you again!" She smiled...

I picked up the paperwork and that is when I noticed...the dried remnants of our coupling, still there on the desk. Will have to clean it before the cleaning people find it...but first. I leaned in...her scent was still there! So intoxicating...so wonderful. I licked the patch to get any flavor left...and then took her panties and wiped the area clean...smelling them again, before putting them away! So lovely! And a smile crossed my face, as I again spotted the gel and scarves.

It was lunchtime: and I walked thru the office heading out. All of the girls were eating their lunches and chatting with each other. Her eyes locked on mine and with a smile, she watched me walk through. Today was their early day and I knew they would be leaving soon, going shopping or whatever...

As I walked up to my car I noticed an envelope, tucked under my wipers. I pick it up and squeezed it...something inside...a key! I tore it open to see what was there. Inside a motel key, and a piece of paper...I opened it to read:





The Office Ch. 03



I had seen Sue around the office several times before, and never really thought much of her. Yeah, her fat tits bounced proudly as she walked, and her shirts were often low cut. But other than that, her face wasn't very pretty, she had a fat ass, and a little extra padding in the stomach area. Not counting her tits, you wouldn't look twice at this girl, but the thing was, those tits were so fucking big, you had to look twice. When she was seated at her desk, you could see an endless amount of cleavage if standing behind her, which I sometimes had to do to if we were working on the same case. She knew her huge bust attracted the wandering eye of every male on the floor, and even left the girls wide eyed. 

I remember one particular day a few months ago when it was pouring rain on the way in to work in the morning. Sue wore a tight white shirt and long skirt, but what I remember was her big fat nipples poking through that shirt as it clung to her skin. The shape of her breasts was clearly defined under that shirt and it made my cock so hard.

Getting back to what happened today, I was downstairs getting my breakfast when Sue ambled by, dressed in some kind of fancy low cut top that, while it was somewhat professional looking, still managed to leave little to the imagination. The valley between her tits was like a magnet, I couldn't believe she was able to get away with wearing that top. I tried to envision what they looked like in just a bra, or even what they looked like hanging freely with those hard nipples sticking out. She passed by me without a word, but we exchanged a quick nod as we met again by the elevator. I tried my best not to peek, but my eyes kept darting to her chest area, and I think she caught my stares after the fourth or fifth time. 

I studied her up and down as we waited forever for that damn elevator to arrive. I noticed that her breakfast consisted of a waffle with strawberry syrup on the side. It looked a lot better than the muffin I held. Finally the doors opened and a few people got out, and I followed Sue onto the elevator. As the doors closed there was a strange sound and the elevator began ascending but very slowly, even slower than usual! We passed floor one, floor two, and then all of a sudden BOOM BOOM! The elevator stopped dead in its place, somewhere between floors three and four. I nearly lost my balance but managed to grab the railing. Sue, on the other hand, smacked into the wall and dropped her plate with the waffle onto the floor. I asked her if she was ok and she said yes, but we were both pretty pissed that this thing just stopped like this. It was hotter than hell on that car and if we didn't move soon I was going to scream. Then a weird beep sounded and a voice came through on the speaker.

"We're aware of the problem but the repair guy can't get here for 2 or three hours. You have no choice but to sit tight until then."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sue screamed.

"I can't believe this is happening," I added as I slumped down until my ass hit the floor.

As the reality of this awful situation sunk in, I offered to share my muffin with Sue and she accepted. We sat quietly for a few minutes until she spoke again.

"I hope you don't mind, I'm going to have to take this top off. It's cotton and I am sweating my ass off."

I was warm too and I told her I don't mind as I slid my own sweater over my head, leaving me in a t-shirt.

As sue removed her sweater, I came face to face with the largest, fattest tits I had ever seen in my life. They were barely contained by her black silky bra, the tops of them ready to pop out any minute. Her belly was a bit thicker than I prefer, but the tit meat that hung down even in the bra was mesmerizing. When I realized I was blatantly staring, and my eyes returned to focus, I noticed Sue watching me watch her. She smiled as my face turned red.

"It's ok, I am used to it. It's the price you pay when you have knockers like these," and she cupped them with her hands for emphasis.

An hour came and went and we spoke mostly about our job and where we wanted to be in a few years. I tried to listen to her words but I was mainly playing a game in my head of seeing how long I could stare at her glistening cleavage before I looked away. I kind of got the feeling she was checking me out as well, sometimes checking out my muscular arms and occasionally I even thought she was eyeing my crotch. If the latter was correct, she would most likely notice the effect her big tits were having on me. We were really sweating badly by this point when we got the news.

"The repair is going to take longer than we thought, the guy is stuck at another job," came the voice from the emergency speaker.

By now we were beyond pissed, and Sue was starting to lose it. I told her to calm down and we have to figure out a way to pass the time, like play a game or something. She looked me up and down for a minute and then told me she had a better idea. She told me to close my eyes, and if I peeked, I was dead. I looked at her waiting to hear she was kidding but when she said nothing, I decided to play along and I shut my eyes. A few seconds went by, and nothing had happened. I heard Sue fumbling around with something and then I felt something land on my head and cover my face. She told me to keep my eyes shut a little longer.

"Ok open them up!!!" she chirped.

As I opened my eyes I was blinded by the deep cups of her silk bra hanging over my eyes. I moved them aside in anticipation and what I saw next shocked me. Sue lay on her back with her head propped up against the wall. The container of strawberry syrup was empty next to her and her chest and stomach were drenched in the red sauce. I could make out her pink nipples sticking up like erasers as her hands rubbed the sauce into her tits. My trousers instantly began to tent out as my cock hardened at the sight of this. I looked at Sue's face with a puzzled expression.

"Let's cut the shit, Jon. You've been staring at my giant rack since we got on here and we're stuck for who knows how long."

"What are you saying Sue?

"Jon, get that big cock out so I have something to look at also and then come over here and try this sauce, it's delicious!"

As she said this, she scooped some syrup off her tits and licked it with her tongue in a seductive manner. She then scooped some more into her hands and offered it up to me. By now I had unzipped my fly and my cock was sticking straight out in front of me. I scooted over to Sue and licked her fingers clean. She smiled and told me to help myself to more. I leaned over her stomach and before I could lick her she grabbed her fat tit and told me to taste it from there. She held her breast in her hand for me as I sucked up all the syrup off of it. She moaned out as I continued to suck even after the syrup was gone. Her mammoth tits were way more than a mouthful for me but I did my best to lick my tongue all over each one, switching back and forth, flicking those long nipples with my tongue as she held my head to her chest. 

I couldn't get enough of Sue's missiles and as I kept lapping away, I felt her hand grip my rock hard dick. She wasted no time teasing my prick; instead she squeezed it hard in her hand, and began to jack it up and down in her hands. I wasn't expecting her to be so forceful but she kept it up, jacking my big cock faster and faster while I mauled her titties. I had now moved down to her lower stomach area to suck up all the strawberry sauce off of her body. As I got lower and lower on her body, I made sure I kept at least one hand on her tits at all times, squeezing them and pinching them. Her hand stayed busy with my cock and as my tongue approached her crotch area, I could smell her arousal. I couldn't hold back any longer and Sue felt it as she slowed her hand job. Her fingers rubbed my cockhead, while I licked her pants-covered crotch. She groaned loudly and begged for me to cum all over her tits.

"Come on, blow that wad all over these massive globes. Look how big and fat these fucking tits are. Come on, cover them in your cum!!! Soak my tits so I can suck your cum off of them!!! Give it to me now."

She egged me on like a slut, begging to feel my cum on her body, and I stroked my cock over her tits real fast as I exploded in a huge orgasm. My cum gushed out in spurts, each of them landing somewhere on her fat boobs. As my orgasm slowed, I lay my cock between her tits and we both watched as the last few drops squeezed out onto her. She pushed her melons together, sandwiching my cock as I titty fucked her with my shrinking cock. Her chest was soaked with our sweat and my gooey white cum, and I collapsed next to her, spent from the power of my eruption. Sue held one tit at a time to her mouth, licking up all the juices she could each time. She drank down my sperm, scooping the rest of it with her fingers and eating it all up. 

As she finished enjoying her treat, I felt my rod harden with new life as it pressed painfully into the floor of the elevator. Sue looked down at my thick tool and smiled as she stroked it slowly with her hand again. I watched her face as she jerked me, and I remember thinking to myself how unattractive this broad really was. She was lucky she was blessed with suck a set of giant cans, probably the only way she ever got any guys. I didn't really care about that too much though, especially when Sue finally spoke up for the first time since my cum.

"Are you ready to give this dick a real workout?" she asked me as she squeezed it hard.

Part 2 cumming if anyone comments positively on this story.



The Office Ch. 03



I don't even realize I've gotten back to my desk. Automatically I grab my coat. It takes me a minute to remember that I'm going home. I look once more around the office. No one is there. The lamp that had been on earlier is now turned off. Standing by my desk I think for a moment, then head over to the other side of the office.

I have to think about it, but I find the desk that had the light on. Its neat, a few papers and drawings laid out on the tabletop. I look around; I don't see anything that has a name on it. Sitting down, I turn on the laptop at the desk. The screen flickers for a few seconds and then the login screen pops up. Just like my computer this one says the name of the user, "Melissa Andrews."

I turn the computer off and stand, shaking my head I think. It couldn't be her, the person who filmed me was a man, and I heard his voice. Buttoning up my jacket I grab my purse and head out of the building towards my car. On the way I try to sum up what I know about the situation.

He's a man with a deeper than average voice, good taste for expensive shoes, and interested in women. That alone ruled out quite a number of the men whom I worked with at the office. Fashion design tended to attract the gays more than straight men but there were enough in the office to not tell me who it was exactly. Maybe four, maybe five different people could be it I thought as I climbed into my car.

The drive back to my apartment was uneventful. It was close to 9pm by the time I arrived. Entering into my place, I tossed my purse on the sofa. I went to my bathroom and started the shower. Unbuttoning my jacket I hung it in my closet. My oxford and slacks I threw in the hamper. Walking back into the bathroom, I paid little attention to my reflection as I unfastened my bra. My panties I pull off with a slight hop over to the towel rack. I don't even need to look, the whole crotch of my boy shorts are stained from my orgasm. I drop them on the floor as I step into the shower.

About ten minutes later I step out, I grab the towel and rinse out my hair. The shower was relaxing. It helped clear my mind and ease away the anxiety I had been storing up since leaving work. While in the shower I had thought very hard about the whole affair. But no matter how I tried, I could not come up with any more ideas. I'll just have to talk to everyone who I think might be it, I'll recognize them by their voice, I thought to myself.

Dry, I return to my bedroom. I pick out my clothes for tomorrow, a white and black polo, gray wool skirt. From my dresser I grab a plaid bra and matching thong. Very posh I think to myself. Pulling on the thong, I adjust it for a second fully covering my bush. I yawn as I turn off the lights; it's been a long and very strange day I think as I drift off to sleep.

5:45am, my alarm goes off. It's another ten minutes before I make it out of the bed. I take a quick shower and make a bagel before getting dressed and doing my make-up. Around a quarter after I grab my purse and jacket and head to work. On the way, I check my phone for new messages. Nothing from any of my friends, but it's the morning, they wouldn't be calling me anyways. While at a red light I pull up the video again. For a brief intense six seconds I watch my trembling body writhe half naked on the toilet.

I'm a few minutes late getting to my desk. As I sit down, I look around, paranoid almost. Everything seems normal. People are yawning and chatting and drinking their coffee. Nowhere I look is there a sign of anyone suspicious. Slightly unsettled, I begin my work. A few emails, and then I swivel over to the folders left on my desk from last night. The first one is just basic drawings. Maybe an hour or so goes by before I can set it aside. My feet are propped against the filing cabinet under my desk as I lean back and open the second folder.

There's a piece of paper at the top. "I enjoyed watching you," was typed in large red bolded letters. Shocked I reread it, behind the note I notice the outline of something else. Pulling the paper to the side, I see a large picture. Immediately I register a hand holding a fully erect penis. The tip is swollen, red, and wet, the shaft has prominent veins running down it, and in comparison to the hand it is not exceptionally long but rather thick. My eyes move away and see another picture inside of the 8x6. It is a capture from the video I know all too well. My breasts popping over the cups of a white bra, my eyes closed behind my black-rimmed glasses, my stomach clenched slightly and my thighs parting for my groping hand.

I look up for a second my eyes huge. No one around me even notices. I try and remain calm; I can't though. My mind is a blank, its just registering shock; other parts of my body are registering other emotions however. I can feel my nipples stiffening, the sight of an erect cock and my naked body in conjunction with each other involuntarily arouses me. Looking back at the folder, I move the picture aside. Behind it is another note, "I really enjoyed watching you." The word, "really" is italicised. Turning past that last note, I see one more picture. It is of the same scene however, over the length of my body and onto other areas was a pool of semen emptying from the tip of the man's glistening cock.

I stare in disbelief at the picture for at least a minute. Time doesn't even register. My thoughts are completely out of order. A feeling of outrage, of being used, of arousal, of excitement, of fear, the entire gamut floods my body. I can feel my nipples pushing against the padding of my bra, my hips and legs suddenly feeling warm. Seconds go by, and then suddenly I snap the folder closed. My hands are shaking; I take a long deep breath. I can't think. I need air.

I'm slightly unsteady on my feet as I stand up; I grab the folder along with my purse. Trying to look calm I walk down the few aisle to the door. A few heads turn my way, two men's and a woman's. I observe the men from the corner of my eye. Both look exactly alike to me. Blonde-brown hair, late twenties, clean suits, they have to be twins I think to myself. I exit the office and move down the hallway, I turn right then up three flights of stairs, by the time I get there I'm breathing hard. I push through a set of doors and head towards the end of the hall. That door I know leads out to the fourth floor balcony and smoking area.

I walk out into the brisk autumn morning and slam the door behind me. Finally alone, I sink backwards, sliding down the door until my ass hits the concrete floor. I set the folder down on my left and then pull out my cell phone. I dig through the menus until I get to last night's received messages. I copy/paste the number that came with the text. Making a new message, I type out quickly, "Who the fuck are you? Why did you film me? What are these pictures?" As soon as I read, "sent message" I throw my cell away in disgust.

Squatting there, I cross my arms chilled slightly by the breeze. At my side is the folder. Looking at it I grab it intending on tearing it apart. Instead I hold it for what seems like an eternity before opening it, I skip the note and look at the first picture. The man's cock dominates the image. The man is holding his member with his left hand. Its rather handsome for a penis. I can see how thick it is, almost too large to fully encircle with his hand. The length is slightly over one and a half of his hand's width. My eyes focus on the picture, absorbing the details.

The man is white, that rules out one of the guys in my office. It still leaves about three others. Nowhere else on the picture is there a distinguishing feature or mark, nothing to tell me who this person is. My bra is constricting; my nipples are aching slightly, pleasurably. I try to ignore the sensation, to keep concentrating but, it's so hard to do so. My breasts have always been terribly sensitive. I can feel the soft cotton of the bra rubbing minutely against my nipples as I breathe.

I let my eyes close for just a second to savor the sensation. My body is warm but chilled by the outside air. My clothes seem binding; the posture I'm in has my thighs pressed tight around my mound. I can feel a growing warmth there. The texture of the wool on my skin is slightly itchy but comforting. The plaid thong is slightly cooler than my skin, the back riding deep between my cheeks. The longer I sit the more my body responds growing feverish.

Keeping my eyes closed, I focus on my racing heart. My hands drift towards my polo. A moment later a wave of pleasure emanates from my nipples as I pinch them through layers of fabric. I pull at them, first slowly then faster. The bra chafes the skin slightly abrading it; I can feel a small wave of pain amidst a sea of arousal.

I lick my dry lips, moving my tongue in a quick circle as I continue to tease my nipples. My left hand drops away, pulling at my skirt. My hand pushes deep between my legs, stopping at my pussy. I push against it. The first touch makes me moan softly. I push harder shoving the crotch of the thong into my cunt. The fabric pulls against my skin as it enters me. The heel of my hand is pushing against my mound; I can feel my bush as I move my hand. It takes a second before I feel the cotton becoming damp. 

I gasp as I pull my hand away from my tits, my nipples shrieking for more. My hand claws under my shirt pulling the cups down. Finally my fingers find the stiff flesh of my nipples. The skin is sore and sensitive, each touch makes me wetter. The crotch of my panty is thoroughly wet. My finger starts to toy with my clit, only the wet cotton of the thong lies between my flesh. As I do so I'm pulling on each nipple, twisting them, making them ache for more.

More sounds escape my lips; I'm drawing near to my breaking point. My eyes finally open, in front of me is the picture. I no longer care about what it means, its context. My hand comes out from under my shirt, fumbling at the folder until I flip over to the next image. The sight of his cum over my picture excites me so much. Suddenly both hands are between my legs, my skirt hiked high up on my waist.

The frantic flurry of my fingers pushing the fabric against, over, around, and into my wet vagina combined with the visual of the picture brings me to climax. My eyes are glued on the man's cock as my pussy tightens for a brief moment before releasing. I feel warm cum squirt from between my lips, soaking my thong and fingers. A second gushing of fluid moments later makes my hands sticky with cum. There is juice leaking down past my slit towards my ass. My wet hands pumping between my thighs leaves them slick from the excess.

I'm convulsing as my orgasms shakes me. My legs are trembling from squatting for so long, my arms are suddenly tired though my tits and pussy continue to throb. Each shuddering breath I take brings me down another level. I'm beginning to regain control, my head clears and thoughts return. I close my eyes in momentary peace.

I'm almost knocked off my feet as someone attempts to open the door. Panicking I shoot to my feet, my back still holding the door shut. Trembling, my hands reach under my polo and quickly adjust my bra smearing my breasts with what little cum was left on my hands.

There's a knock at the door. I bend over and scoop up the folder, backing away from the door, I move towards my discarded cell, my skirt still riding high up on my legs. I'm hugely aware of the flooded mess between my legs as the door opens. Snatching up my phone, I turn around as nonchalantly as possible. I nearly faint. In the doorway with a bemused but bewildered look on his face is one of the twins from downstairs... 



The Office Ch. 03



Kailey skittered out of Miss Mallory's office as soon as she was given permission. Her pussy was tingling and she could feel her juices running down her thighs. With no panties to catch it, it dribbled down her legs all the way to her ankles.

She could feel eyes on her as she hurried through the office. Someone actually whistled at her and it made her want to burst into tears. The binder she had in her grip was held tightly to her chest to cover up the fact that anyone could see her breasts right through this blouse.

Opening the door quickly, she disappeared into Mr. Key's office, hoping that he would be gone, but unfortunately, she found him sitting behind his desk and grinning at her while she entered.

"Well, well Mrs. Johnstone, you seem to be in a hurry," he quipped, something small and black in his hand. "I take it your meeting with Miss Mallory went well?"

Kailey swallowed hard. "It....it went ok Sir," she stammered, stopping just inside the doorway and wanting to cross her legs. Keys just continued to smile and with the flick of his finger, adjusted the little device in his hand.

Kailey immediately let out a yelp. The egg that was buried in her pussy began to throb and vibrate, kicking her libidio into overdrive. It felt so damn good, but the fact that a man was here, controlling her orgasms in the palm of his hand, who was not her husband, disturbed her.

"It seems you like that," he replied. "However Miss Mallory seems to think you were holding out on her and didn't cum hard enough." The dial was cranked again.

Kailey felt like her knees were going to buckle. She squeezed her pussy tightly to keep the little toy inside of her all the while concentrating on holding the pending orgasm back. "I...I was nervous, Sir," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Well, I'm going to have to change that." Standing up, he looked at her sternly. "You're stopping yourself from cumming now." There was a harsh growl to his voice. "Cum. Now."

She wanted to say no, wanted to turn around and run, but she couldn't. Something was keeping her here. With a squeal, she let the orgasm take her. The binder fell from her hands and clattered to the floor. There was a sensation of wetting herself, but she knew it was just her squirting for the upteenth time. Keys watched her with that stern expression the entire time and when she stopped trembling, he nodded towards the door. "Someone has been promoted on the 3rd floor. I want you to go and assist him with the transition to his new office. And do anything that he asks."

Kailey looked at him with a horrified expression. "Anything?"

"Anything," he confirmed. "And perhaps next time when someone expects you to cum hard, you'll actually do it. Don't clean yourself up before you go and leave that vibrator in your cunt." He turned away and went to sit back down at his desk as Kailey hurried out the door.

By this point, she could feel her juices pooling in her shoes and she was sure that every man in the office could smell her cum. She walked as quickly as she could towards the third floor, horrified about what this new man would make her do. When she'd gone to Miss Mallory's office this morning, the woman had simply made Kailey masturbate in front of her and orgasm repeatedly. There had been no touching. A man though. A man could be completely different.

Asking one of the other assistants where this new manager was and where his office was located, she made her way towards it and then stopped in her tracks. The man that was moving things around inside was the one that had seen her inside Miss Mallory's office. He looked up, just as surprised to see her and then waved her in.

"Hey, you're Kailey right?" he asked, closing the door when she entered.

The poor girl could do nothing more than nod at the moment, the arousal having built up once more that she was on the edge of another orgasm. He seemed to notice something was off and approached her. "You still have that vibrator in you, don't you?"

Kailey gasped. "How....how did you know that?"

He shrugged lightly. "Miss Mallory told me. She said that you needed to turn that toy up because you didn't cum hard enough."

Kailey's face flushed bright red and she looked away. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she tried to ignore the vibrations in her cunt and change the subject. "Mr. Key's sent me here to help you. With whatever you need."

Kevin cocked a brow. "Anything?"

She nodded in reply. "Anything."

"Hrm, I think I'm going to enjoy working in management," he chuckled. Taking a few steps towards her, he took her chin in his hands and made her look at him. "What's Keys been doing to you?"

She really didn't want to answer that, but she did anyway. "Other than fucking me and making me walk around in the office all day with a vibrator in me, oh nothing," she replied, with a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

He chuckled. "That's all huh?"

"I had to play with myself for Miss Mallory," she stated, whimpering as her body twitched, still fighting off the pleasure.

"Hrm.....me thinks this is a bit of an orgy office. Mallory had me eat her out and then fucked the shit outta me."

This brought a quick sense of relief to Kailey. Perhaps if he had just blown his load, he wouldn't expect much from her. Other than her actual job.

"I could go for another round though," he stated, glancing at her with a grin. "You're about to cum, aren't you?"

Kailey's face was on fire. She nodded because she couldn't form the words. Reaching under her skirt, Kevin grabbed her pussy roughly with one hand and wrapped the other around her throat. Walking her carefully back to the wall, he pressed her up against it and held her there. "Then cum. Don't hold back."

Her voice was a bit strangled as she writhed in his grip and released. He did nothing more than watch her facial expressions as she orgasmed in his grip. Glancing down once or twice, he noted how much she squirted and this brought a smile to his lips. "You're like a damn slip'n'slide."

When she calmed, he released her, stepping back and folding his arms. "Now what else can I do with you?" He said thoughtfully, tapping his chin. Leaving here here, soaked in her own juices, he sauntered over to his desk and picked up his phone. After speaking to someone named Phil, he set the phone down and looked up at her. "Take all your clothes off."

Kailey blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Your blouse and your skirt. Off with them. Not like you're wearing much more than that anyway."

With a whine of protest, she remembered Mr. Key's words and his instructions to do whatever this man pleased. The blouse drifted off of her without an issue and the skirt pooled at her ankles while she stepped out of it. Standing there grinning like a kid in candy store, he waved her closer to him. Reluctantly she went, stopping within arms length and it allowed him to reach out and grip both of her tits in his hands.

As he was massaging her breasts, the office door opened and closed quickly. A wolf whistle followed and Kailey glanced over her shoulder. It appeared that "Phil" had been invited to the office and here she was standing, completely nude.

"Hot damn, Kev. You weren't kidding," he grinned, walking up to the pair and giving her ass a firm slap. "And you can do whatever you want with her?"

"Anything, according to the big man, ain't that right princess?" Kevin replied, giving her nipple a pinch and making her squeak.

"Mr. Keys said anything you wanted," she replied, focusing her eyes on the floor.

Phil whistled again and he fingers disappeared between her ass cheeks. He played about her asshole and that made her clench up. She'd never been fucked in the ass before and she did not want to have that cherry popped today.

"Good Christ, she's soaked," Phil marveled, dipping a finger into her pussy. "What have you been doing to her?"

"Keys has had her walking around the office with an egg in her all day. I've already seen her cum twice." Kevin grinned, mashing her tits together and leaning down to nibble on one of her nipples.

"Well shit, and I missed those ones, " Phil laughed. "Well I won't miss he next one." With that, he slipped his finger up to her clit and began to rub it roughly. Pressing his chest into her back, Kailey could easily make out the hard lump that was pressed up against her ass cheeks. "You gonna come for me Princess?" He whispered to her.

Kailey wanted to shake her head no, but already she knew she wouldn't have a choice. Trying to press her thighs together, she wanted to stop the orgasm but with the vibrations and the fingers, here was just no stopping it. Pressing back against Phil, she began to buck and squirm until finally, there was another great gush of fluid and she exploded.

"God that was hot," Phil mused, glancing at Kevin. "You fuck her yet?"

His friend shook his head no. "Not yet. But I was getting there." Chuckling, he leaned back to unzip his pants and with a little direction with a fist in her hair, he pulled his cock out and pressed her lips to his dick. At first she resisted, but when he squeezed her harder, she finally opened her mouth and he slid in between her lips. "Ahhhh fuck, that's nice."

In bending her over, her ass was pushed out and Phil looked down at it like a hungry animal. "You know, Emma never sucks my cock anymore. Or lets me fuck her in the ass." Kailey squirmed, now knowing what was coming but Kevin held her firm.

"Go for it," he told Phil. "It's not like she's not wet enough." He laughed and then closed his eyes, guiding Kailey's head up and down his cock.

Phil was unzipped in no time, his pants around his ankles. Giving Kailey's asscheek another hearty slap, he bathed his cock in her juices before he pressed the helmet to her tightly puckered hole. "Ooooh this is gonna be a tight squeeze," he groaned, pushing forward and sending a jolt of pressure through Kailey's body. She clenched and he slapped her ass again. "Loosen up, slut," he growled. "The more you fight it, the more it's gonna hurt." He waited until she unclenched and then roughly thrust his hips forward so his cock popped into her starfish.

Kailey saw stars. The pain shot up through her abdomen and she squealed around Kevin's cock. As her mouth opened, he took this opportunity to thrust his hips forward and bury his cock into the back of her throat. The poor woman gagged, saliva dripping out of the corners of her mouth. As tears began to flow, Kevin pulled back enough to let her breath and then resumed fucking her throat.

The two men pounded against her for what seemed like forever. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, Phil pulled out of her and helped her stand upright. Grinning, he sat down in a nearby chair, bringing her with him and making her straddle his lap, his cock sank into her pussy with ease. "Oh fuck, I can feel that vibrator!" He gasped, grabbing her hips and guiding her to start riding him. "I might just cum real quick, " he grunted.

"Well, hold your friggin horses, Fabio," Kevin growled, stepping in behind Kailey and helping to move her. "I want her ass." Kailey was almost limp at this point, her body twitching and convulsing against Phil's lap. The pressure was building, though she wasn't' quite sure how that was possible and when Kevin popped the head of his cock into her asshole, she sat bolt upright and screamed with another orgasm.

"Holy Christ, she's gonna squeeze my dick off!" Phil coughed, grabbing Kailey's tits as they were in his face. With the two men deep inside of her and helping her bounce, she rode them both, never having felt this full before. In the midst of their fuck, the door opened suddenly and another young woman was standing there. She blinked at the scene, covered her mouth and hurried back out the door, closing it behind her.

The next few minutes were filled with nothing but the sounds of grunting and slapping wet skin. Phil grabbed her and dug his fingers into her wherever he could, knowing that she'd be covered in bruises the next day. Kevin had a firm grip on her hair, pulling her head back as he slammed into her tight asshole. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Phil sputtered under her.

"I'm gonna fucking cum!" He grunted, grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her body so hard it almost toppled the three of them. "Ahhhhhhhhh SHIIIIIIIIT!" He moaned releasing his hot load into Kailey's overly abused cunt. Kevin was not far behind, ramming deep into her ass and holding still as he exploded so much into her that it immediately began to seep out around his cock.

All three bodies sat there panting for a moment, before Kevin finally pulled out and allowed the other two to move. Kailey looked like she was about to fall over, so Kevin directed her to a small couch and told her to lay down. He could see the cum dripping out of both her used holes, but she made no move to wipe it away. When he turned to Phil, his friend was buttoning up.

"You know, this is the most excitement I've seen in this place and I've worked here for 4 bloody years!" He chuckled. "I have to go brag."

Kevin nodded and after another quick glance at Kailey, noticed that she'd fallen asleep. He moved around to his desk, sat down and watched the door close as Phil disappeared.

To be continued.....



The Office Ch. 03 Pt. 2



Please read part 1 of this story so you can follow along

When Sue asked if my dick was ready for a "real" workout, I knew she wanted to fuck. She told me that she was soaking wet in her crotch and my big hard cock was the only thing that could scratch her itchy pussy. As if I wasn't hard enough from the sight of Sue's sweaty tits, her dirty talk was making me crazy! My painful erection dug into her leg and I rubbed it up and down over the smooth satin material of her pants. As I said before, Sue's pussy was smelling up the whole elevator, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between her legs.

After completely removing my pants and boxers, I knelt naked at Sue's feet, helping her slip off her shoes and socks. She unbuttoned her pants and shimmied them down over her big ass and down to her thighs. I looked at her crotch and saw the tiniest black thong barely covering her mound, and it was soaked with her juices. By the time Sue had her pants all the way off, I had positioned my face directly above her steaming snatch, taking in her intoxicating aroma once more before feasting on her meaty pussy lips. I pushed apart her thick thighs until I was between them, and I pulled the thong to the side so I could lick her pussy. By now Sue was panting in anticipation, her hands massaged her oversized tits, and she whispered more dirty talk.

"Eat my wet pussy Jon. Devour that fucking hot cunt of mine. Come on hurry up and get your tongue inside me already!"

With her smooth but thick thighs clamping down my head into her crotch, I slid my tongue along the folds of her pussy, tracing her box with my tongue. I blew softly around her clit area, which made her squirm under me. Sue had a dark patch of cunt hair that was shaped like a landing strip and came a few inches up above her snatch. The rest was completely bald. I started getting into a rhythm of tongue fucking, and I added two fingers to the act. I shoved them into her at the same time, making her groan out in pleasure. I continued my in and out motion without ever stopping the tongue fuck, and her juices flowed out of her continuously. The grip of Sue's legs around my head got tighter and I had to struggle for air a few times but it was worth it to eat this delicious pussy. I knew how badly Sue had to cum so I slid a finger into her fat ass, and worked it in up to the knuckle. In the meantime, my tongue focused in on her clit and I sucked on it roughly as this seemed to make her start shaking uncontrollably. I finger fucked her pussy and ass while eating her out until I could feel her ready to cum. I glanced up and she continued to play with her fat breasts, which were so big I could feel their closeness to me from where I was. Her eyes were closed and then her body convulsed in orgasm, I felt like I was on a carnival ride holding on for my life as she bucked and squirmed under me. Her pussy erupted like a dam had broke and her girl cream gushed out into my face and dripped off my chin onto the floor below. Her cum kept pumping out of her and I kept trying to lick it all up, the sweet taste of her driving me nuts. Speaking of nuts, my cock was now at record proportions and was beginning to become painful. 

As Sue's orgasm subsided, her legs remained shaky and her eyes stayed closed. Her grin was about to get even bigger because without warning, I took my rock hard dick and pressed it up and into her slimy snatch. Her pussy was so sensitive from her cum that she yelled out in pain, but that pain quickly turned to pleasure as I thrust hard and deep into her body. Sue managed to slide her sweater under her big ass so I had a better angle for fucking her hole. I knew from Sue's personality that she probably would love to be fucked hard and fast like I was doing, and I was right. I held her legs for balance as I plowed my cock balls deep into her greased up cunt. By now Sue was screaming aloud as we fucked, and the sounds of my dick squishing around in her pussy was making me crazy. After every thrust, I felt my heavy balls slap Sue's ass. I decided I wanted to see that big ass while I fucked her so I pulled out my cock and told her to flip over.

Still a little weak from her orgasm, it took her a few seconds to roll over, and stick that fat ass into the air for me. It was like an invitation as she sat on all fours with her pussy facing me. I gripped her ass cheeks with my hands and I nudged my cock around behind her until I found her dripping snatch. I slid right back in and quickly got a rhythm pounding Sue from behind on this elevator floor. Her ass was nice padding for me and I envisioned one day fucking her in her ass, but for now, I was concentrating on her pussy. 

Sue's tits flopped under her like cow udders and I grabbed them in my hands while I rammed her hole. Her massive globes jiggled in my hands and I squeezed them hard which made her grunt. Soon after, I felt that familiar feeling in my balls and I knew I was almost ready to explode again. Even though I had already cum, I felt that this load would be just as big as the first one. I asked Sue where she wanted my cum and she turned over and sucked me right into her mouth. Again with her eyes shut, she worked my cock in and out of her mouth like she was sucking the chrome off a car bumper. This lasted several tenths of a second before I surrendered and blew my wad right down her throat. Sue expertly gulped down every drop and she let the last few drops linger on her lips before swallowing it. She opened her eyes and smiled up at me with a look of contentment and exhaustion. My dick somehow stayed rock hard in front of her face. 

Almost on cue, the elevator made a beeping noise and started moving upwards. I totally forgot where we even were by this point, and now were fucking naked and covered in sweat, cum, and strawberry syrup!!! And the doors were about to open onto my floor!! Shit, I thought as I scrambled to find my boxers. It was useless. The door opened and a repair guy and three co-workers stood mouths wide open at Sue sitting on the floor of the elevator with her huge tits exposed and me with my hard dick with my boxers on up to my knees. We had nowhere to run, and we couldn't get our clothes on fast enough. The door remained open as more and more people gathered and were treated to a sight they never thought they'd see. Sue and I were fired on the spot, and I don't think either of us even cared much at that point. We were allowed to dress and on my way out, several male co-workers congratulated me on my efforts and thanked me for allowing them the chance to see Sue's cannons in all their glory. Sue also told me afterward that some of the girls said the same thing to her because they had heard my cock was nice and big and thick and they got to see for themselves as well. I have since found a new job in a new office, and it's only my first week but I see lots of poontential!!!



The Office Ch. 04



"Oh, hello there. Was the door jammed?" he asks.

That voice! It's him. I recognize the voice immediately. It's the same luxurious baritone that questioned me in the women's restroom. "It's his voice but is it him?" I suddenly ask myself. If he has a twin, how can I know which one it is? A sudden surge of frustration and anger swells in the pit of my stomach. How am I ever going to figure this out I wonder.

I shake my head while attempting to slow my breathing, "No, I'm sorry. I was sitting against it. I didn't think someone would be up here this early." My cheeks are warm and feverish. I back up a little, the hand with my cell tugs my skirt back down to normal height. I try to avoid making eye contact but its hard to ignore someone a moment after first meeting them. Instead I turn slightly and look out over the building.

"Sorry about that then, I didn't mean to push the door into you." Smiling he walks out into the garden. His suit jacket flaps idly in the weak breeze. "It is pretty early actually. Normally, I don't ever come up here. But I saw how nice it was outside and thought I'd take a break. What's your excuse?" he asks playfully, his eyes glancing down at my tits for brief moment.

Crossing my arms, I hug myself feigning to be cold. I can feel my stiff nipples pressing against my forearms. "Nothing really, I just like coming up here sometimes. The city looks nice from up here," I reply with a nod of my head to the vista surrounding the garden.

Assenting he motions towards the benches. He takes a seat first, I watch him before I sit down. He's just like his twin except his hair is a little longer and his face a little more kind. He's very dapper in a business formal sort of way. I'm surprised I never noticed the two brothers while at my work, but I was hired only a few months ago. I try to remember if I met them on my first day, maybe I didn't.

I like the way he's dressed. Also I realize that if this is the twin who filmed me then I've seen his cock already. I take a covert glance towards his crotch, wondering if his cock is as thick or as long as the picture made it seem. The image of his penis stays in my mind as I move to sit down.

I slide the folder under my ass as I sit so it won't blow away. My phone I hold in my hand. The moment my ass touches the bench I feel a wet squishing between my legs. My soaked thong pressed underneath my legs. I keep my knees together deciding not to cross them.

"I'm Daniel... Danny," he says and bends forward, offering me his hand.

Extending my right hand I say, "I'm Janice." He has a strong grip but it's not painful in anyway and his skin is smooth and warm. As we let go, I curse inside my head. If he happens to smell his hand in the next few minutes he'll know I've recently cummed. Unconsciously, I rub my hand against the short sleeve of my polo before crossing it again.

"It's nice to meet you Janice. You work downstairs right? I think I've seen you in the office before," he asks.

Nodding, I reply after a second, "Yeah, that's right. I work with Alex and Theresa. You have a twin I think," I say.

Grinning, he says, "You noticed him, did you? He's my older brother. We're identical twins, his name is Christoph."

While we're talking I've been toying with my cell. I think, maybe if I call the number that sent me the video his phone will ring. If I did that then he would instantly know who called. He would know its me. If he's brazen enough to film me, how far would he go if he knew he had been identified? I decide to wait; I put my phone down by my side.

"That must be nice getting to work with your brother," I say. I shift my hands away for a second to adjust my glasses. My nipples are no longer perky but they still ache with the residuals of my orgasm.

Nodding, he leans back before answering. "It is I suppose. We have our quarrels from time to time, but we're very close. I find our work brings us closer together more than anything else." Stretching, he lifts his arms, the white cuffs of his shirt bright in the morning sun. Yawning, he moves his right hand to cover his mouth. "It allows us to be quite daring I think. We share everything so it's very easy for us to be quite creative."

The last two sentences, I don't even hear. My eyes are focused on his face. When he yawned he covered his mouth. Did he smell anything? His face doesn't even change for the few seconds it takes him to finish yawning. Long enough for him to have taken a breath or more. A second later I pretend to yawn. My hand mirrors what his did seconds ago. Inhaling I smell the strong scent of my arousal. There's no mistaking the scent of my pussy. I've smelled it countless times before. All I can wonder is if the smell was strong enough on his hand, did he recognize the smell, and if he did why didn't he react?

Taking an appraising look at Daniel I wonder how calm and collected he really is. Maybe it's the other twin that's the one. Either way I can't tell for certain. It's been a number of minutes since I left my desk. Smiling, I say, "Well I need to get back to work, it was nice meeting you Danny."

As I stand I can feel the inside of my thighs stick for a moment before parting. Rising along with me he says, "I'll be staying for a few, I have a call to make. But you're right, it was very nice to meet you Janice. I'll see you down in the office sometime." I grab the folder and my cell and start walking towards the door.

Before I get to the door it opens. Standing in front of me is Daniel. No wait, it can't be. It's the other twin, Christoph. From behind me Daniel says, "Chris, you found me? I must introduce you this enchanting young lady. She works downstairs with us." I feel a hand gently fall on my shoulder for a second. I sense Daniel move around to my side.

Holding out his hand Christoph says, "It's very nice to meet you." The words, the voice, everything is exactly the same. 

I shake his hand as well, "It nice to meet you too, I'm Janice. I'm sorry though, I really do need to get back downstairs." Smiling Christoph holds the door open for me. I enter into the building and hear the two brothers begin conversing. When the door shuts, I slide up to it. My ear pressed to the cold metal, I can't hear anything. Shaking my head, I walk back down to my desk three floors below.

A few hours later, I'm tired of thinking about the twins and the situation I'm in and I'm hungry. I stow the folder in my desk at the back of the filing cabinet. I then grab my purse and jacket and head out to lunch with my two co-workers, Alex and Theresa.

By the time lunch is over and we arrive back at the office I've almost completely forgotten about the whole affair. Alex and Theresa are always a good laugh and today was no exception. Returning to my desk, I kick my feet up onto the cabinet and turn towards my computer. I check my inbox for mail, three new ones. I glance at the subject lines, "Andrews, Melissa. Memo for 11/03/07," "Bordkin, Alex. Check out our pictures from the show." I open the email and click the link; a page pops up with five different photos of us in the audience at one of the company's fashion shows. Smiling I return back and read the last one, "Your Admirer." That was it, nothing else in the subject. My body suddenly tenses, I look at the email address. Its random letters and numbers and then "@hotmail.com." Great, I think to myself, more spam.

Checking it for deletion, I pause for a moment. Something seems slightly different. I look at the email, deciding, then I click it open. There is a single line of text. "Look in your desk drawer and then download the file." Definitely not spam. All those emotions from when I found the folder earlier in the day come flooding back.

Tense, I turn my head towards my desk drawer. I dread opening it. If only I could just ignore it, it would go away. I take a few breaths before opening it. There past my pens and pencils is manila envelope. I take it out of the drawer. Opening it, I look inside; there is a piece of paper and an orange prescription bottle with the label peeled off.

I pull out the paper first. It has the same lettering as the ones in the folder. "I hope you enjoy my gift." The lettering for you is italicised and written in a curvy enlarged font. Very classy I think to myself. Putting the envelope on my desk, I click the link and begin downloading the .avi file. A moment later the finder pops up. I double click on the movie file in the folder. I have a sense already of what I'm going to see. A second later the movie begins playing.

It's the same quality as the video that I was in. I presume it has been taken from the same camera. On the screen is a suited and cuffed arm, a watch is visible. The camera zooms in on the face. The hands cut through the Omega logo, showing 12:53. The watch moves away and then I see the camera shift downwards. Pointing ahead is the same seven-inch and thick cock I know so well from the two pictures. The hand returns and begins stroking the cock.

Shocked I pause the video. My mouth is suddenly dry and my heart has doubled its pace it seems. I can feel my nipples waking up, my body beginning to respond to the visual stimuli. Ignoring my better judgement, I click play. One of the twins, who, I don't know, but one of them is stroking their cock faster and faster. I see the head swell slightly. The hand forces the tip downward. On the toilet seat is the orange bottle. The tip of the cock aims right at it, touching it, and then the man cums.

White semen is shooting into the bottle. The cock shoots its load in three spurts. The last leaving a trailing line of cum as he pulls away. The video stops.

My body is responding while I try to make sense of what I just saw. I look at my own watch suddenly. It reads 1:02. The video is only nine minutes old! Closing the movie player I look at the envelope. Then I look around. Theresa looks my way and gives me an inquisitive look. I look away quickly towards the window. Reaching into the envelope I grab the bottle, its slightly warm to the touch. I pull it out and jam it into my purse before saying to Alex and Theresa, "I'm going to the washroom".

I get up and walk out of the office, my purse bouncing on my arm. I push through the door. One of the stalls is occupied. I go into the one beside it and sit down on the toilet seat. I drop my purse onto my lap and look at it. What the hell type of games is this guy playing I wonder. I can't deny I was turned on by the video. The more I think about it, the more I know there's more there than just a carnal response to seeing a man jack off.

I struggle with my emotions. Feelings of arousal, of lust, of shame, guilt, and senses of fear, excitement, of daring all fall through my mind. Each one brings a new response to my body. The overall effect is a feeling of excitement. I like this sense of danger. I like the feeling of being watched and hunted. I know secretly too that I've liked the twins since I first saw them. I can feel my emotions burning in my veins. My hands and knees are shaking. I'm too nervous. I must calm down.

My hand fumbles with zipper on my purse. Eventually the Gucci leather opens. Next to my pocket book is the bottle. I look at it. I know what's in there. I saw it on the video. At once it disgusts me, but at the same time I desire it. I knew who it came from now. Either Danny or Chris, it wouldn't matter which one. If they were identical twins then it would be exactly the same. But it did matter which one I thought to myself. An image of both of them surrounding me comes unbidden to my mind.

My fingers tap wildly on against my leg. I do that when I'm nervous. Finally I close my eyes and pull the bottle out of my purse. I can feel its tiny warmth; it's almost at room temperature. Now that it's finally in my hand, I can look at it. I push my glasses up my nose as I examine it. The cap I pop open a moment later. I drop the cap into my purse and look inside the bottle.

There is a pool of semen exxtending about halfway up the bottle. Slowly I bring my nose towards it. I inhale; a strong odor hits my nostrils. It smells the same as when my old boyfriends would let me suck them off. The smell of after they had ejaculated, the odor a coy arousing cologne. It was the same smell but different in a way. I knew their scent now, just as they knew mine. This sudden knowledge excites me.

My hips are warm; I can feel every movement of my skirt against my legs, the prickly fabric rough and inviting. My nipples for the second time today are aching to be abused. I switch the bottle to my other hand. I sit there thinking. No thoughts really just processing different emotions. Finally with a sigh, I allow my finger to reach into the bottle. Instantly I feel the wetness and goo like consistency of the cooling cum on my finger. I push in a little farther and then pull my finger out. The pink gloss on my nail has gone opaque with a thin layer of semen on it.

Closing my eyes, I open my lips and put my finger in my mouth. My tongue hits the cum and instantly I can taste it. The flavor, the aroma, the texture, it's all so different from how my juices taste but the flavor is intoxicating. Already my pussy is wet. Savoring it, I open my eyes. I put the bottle on top of the toilet paper dispenser and then my purse as well. Quickly I lift my arms and pull off my polo. The strapless plaid bra is tight around my breasts. I pull down on the cups releasing my tits; my nipples are swollen and pink. The large areolae are light pink circles at the tips of my breasts. My left nipple has a steel hoop dangling from it. I reach up and massage my breasts. The soft flesh absorbs the squeezing and pulling of my hands as they work towards my nipples.

In the stall next to me, the toilet flushes. I completely ignore the sounds. My lips are pursed as I pinch and roll my stiff pencil eraser like nipples. The metal loop catching and dragging my nipple along to the movement of my hand. My eyes dart to the bottle. With my right hand I grab it. I don't even think about it this time. I upend the bottle letting the semen slide out onto my chest. I gasp when I feel it, then my hand sweeps across my breasts rubbing it around. I hold the bottle there a second longer and then put it back, my hand gladly rejoins its partner. My breasts are slick and shining from the semen. My wet sticky hands grab at my nipples, coating them, teasing them, and teasing me.

Looking down, my hair dangling on each side of my face. My earrings pulling down on my warm ears, I inhale. I can smell the cum much more clearly now. I push my wet breasts upwards as I breathe. The smell ignites me.

My breathing is coming faster. The cum on my breasts is starting to dry. My fingers begin to pinch harder. I pull at my nipples. It hurts a little but it feels so good. A long moan escapes my lips. Moving my hair out of my face, I lean my head down. Not even aware of what is still on my hands. I push my left breasts up. I'm so hungry for it; I want to taste his cum on my tits. I want to lick it from my nipples. My breast moves only a little. The nipple is still tantalizingly far. I stick my tongue out, desperate for another taste.

I can't. I feel so frustrated. Instead I let my breast fall and bring my hands to my lips. My tongue flicks over my fingers and palms. I can taste it, but only so faintly. As soon as I'm done with my left hand it returns to my breast. The combination of taste, smell, and my aching tits has me so close. 

Between my legs, I can feel my swollen lips touching the fabric of my thong. The cotton is wet from my arousal. My thong is filthy already from my first orgasm. For a second I pause. What am I doing? I ask myself, then my hand tugs hard on my nipple and I gasp. I can feel my pussy twitching, forcing me to forget. I try to hold it in, but a slight movement of my leg is enough to end the torment.

With two fingers in my mouth, one hand pinching, and rolling my pierced nipple as fast as it can, I can do nothing. I'm helpless as I feel a warm sudden wetness explode from my pussy. It only lasts a few seconds but the minor orgasm fills me with a numbing ecstasy. My thong is wet and sticky as I try to stand up. My legs are very unsteady as I balance in my heels. I can feel a trickle of cum oozing down my right thigh. I'm so hot, so aroused, my body has been turned completely into a sexual vessel. I want to touch myself further, but I can't. I'm still at work I remind myself desperately. I'm striving to regain control. A few moments later and I've put my shirt back on and gathered everything together. I open the door and walk over to the sink. I can barely breathe. I wash my hands quickly. I can feel dried cum all across my heaving chest. It's amazing. 

Looking at my reflection, I smile. I'm very content right now. I open my purse, moving past the bottle, I dig around and take out my cell. Flicking it open, I message the unknown number one more time. "I want more..."



The Office Ch. 05



The moment I close my phone, I'm suddenly anxious again. Did I do the right thing? How sure am I about this? I stand there contemplating what I just did, my image blinking back at me from time to time. Each reason I bring up against what I've just done seems stronger and stronger as the intoxication of my orgasm fades.

I know I've crossed the line but a minute ago I didn't care. All I wanted, all I needed was to fulfill my body's desires. Putting my phone down on the sink I reach into my purse and pull out my lip-gloss. A few quick dabs and then I'm fixing the small amount of make-up I use. My exertions have left me looking slightly awry. I fix my hair, pulling it back behind my ears. My glasses I straighten. I take a final look at myself. Nothing about my appearance is outwardly suspicious I try to tell myself.

Underneath my formal business exterior my body is covered in my deviancy. The skin around my nipples feels tight with drying cum. My wet thong and bush a constant reminder of how far I let myself go. I try to collect myself. One, two, three breaths and then I feel more ready. I grab my purse and exit the washroom. I hold the door open for a second, my co-worker Melissa is coming in.

"Hi Melissa," I say while holding the door.

"Janice, I haven't seen you in awhile. How's the project going?" she asks.

Smiling I say, "Pretty good actually. I think Alex is finishing up the last of it tomorrow." Melissa is a little shorter than I am and she's been working at the company for about three years. I met her my first day at the office and since then we've kept up a cordial friendship.

"Well if you're not too busy Friday night, why don't you come with everyone after work. We're all going out for drinks and plus we can catch up." She says chattily.

"I can do that," I reply with another smile. I shift my weight to my other heel and continue, "You have my number right?"

"I'm not sure, let me check." Melissa pulls out her cell and flips it open, a few seconds later she nods her head. "Great, I'll invite a few other people and we'll make an evening out of it." Smiling, I hold the door as she goes in and I depart for my desk.

Arriving at my desk I sit down and spin around to my computer. No new emails. I wonder what's going on. Maybe I went to far; maybe one of the twins is waiting for something, either way I don't know. I look over, craning my head to the right. The twins are at their desk silently working. My hand moves up by my face and tucks my long bangs back behind my ear. Going back to my laptop I open up one of my designs in illustrator. It's maybe five minutes later when I see Melissa walk past my desk. She waves and then sits down at her desk.

I continue working for about an hour when I hear my phone buzzing. I reach under my desk and pull my purse onto my lap. Pulling out the phone I see that there's a new voicemail. Swiveling back to my computer, my cell pinched between my shoulder and cheek I continue with my design. A few seconds later after the automated voice finishes a familiar voice hits my ear and suddenly I'm teleported back to the bathroom, back to the rooftop garden.

"Janice, you're such an eager girl," says the smooth baritone voice. The phone adds a slight texture to his voice; it's intoxicating. I can feel my cheeks redden at being called eager. Sitting in my chair I'm intensely aware of my dirty panties, of the faint layer of cum I had smeared on my breasts; I vividly recall his taste on my tongue. All at once I feel guilty, I feel ashamed of what I've done, and all it does is turn me on.

I turn in my chair looking away from everyone as the voice continues. "I'm really surprised by you. This whole time I've been watching you; you've seemed so distant, so disconnected, almost shy. And now this..." My shoulders are hunched as I huddle in my chair, I feel very small in a way, it seems as though he can perceive much about how I feel towards myself. "Janice," the use of my name excites me, "I need you to do something for me..." I'm burning with curiosity and fear. I want to know what he wants of me but at the same time I'm terrified of this game that I'm in. It's spiraling faster and faster away from me and out of my control. 

"Before you leave work I want you to go to the mail room. Get a large envelope and then put your panties in it. Leave the envelope behind the copier. If you do that, I'll think about giving you what you asked for..." The voicemail ends. I'm breathing quickly, my face is warm as I sit up, my hand pushing my glasses back. I look around, and then I realize who just called me. Looking over I see both of the twins. They look exactly as they did an hour earlier.

My hands aren't quite as steady as I would like. I take a deep breath. By now, by today, after what has happened so far, I wouldn't think something like this would still affect me so much. I've never had someone so openly command me. Knowing what he desired and being able to still feel what I have done inside my panties was so erotic. I looked back towards the twins my eyes heavy with my arousal, trying to figure out which one of them had just asked for my soiled thong.

Unthinkingly I moved my chair closer to my desk while my left hand slid down beside my ass. Crossing my legs, I moved my hand closer. I could feel the warmth from my leg as my hand dipped inside the wool skirt. Just before my fingertip reached the crease between my legs I heard over my shoulder, "Jani, can you come over here? I think my computer froze again." Silently cursing my co-worker I remove my hand from under my leg and stand up. 

Walking over to his desk I smile, "No problem Alex." Looking at the screen I wonder what's going on. Leaning towards the computer I fiddle with it for a minute. The movement of my arms periodically bumps by breasts. I can feel them shift slightly in my bra. "Sorry, I'm not sure. Maybe restart it. Or just get one of the tech guys to help you." Nodding, Alex says thanks and then since I'm up I walk down past where the twins are sitting, one of them looks up, Danny maybe? I can't tell yet. Passing them by I head to the water cooler, filling a glass and then slowly I take a sip, allowing my body and mind to cool.

After a second cup I check my watch. I have about thirty minutes before I finish work. I walk back to my desk and attend to my work. Soon enough the watch says 4:00. I take a minute to pack up and then leave; infuriatingly both twins are sitting at their desks chatting. I only have to go down to the end of the hallway to get to the mailroom.

I'm sure I look much more relaxed than I really am as I walk in. There's one person over at a desk using the cutting board. I stop for a moment, debating whether or not I should back out. Walking slowly into the room I angle towards the mailboxes. I grab a large envelope from the shelf. Looking back over my shoulder I see the woman is still busy. There is a counter and a few tables with computers between us.

I'm terribly nervous as I edge toward the table. My plan is to crouch down and quickly pull my panties off before anyone notices, stuff them in the envelope, stand back up and then drop them behind the copier before walking out like nothing happened. My hands are shaking as they touch the cool surface of the countertop. I'm almost out of breath from the adrenaline coursing through my body.

I look back at the woman; she's stacking the papers she just cut. Taking a deep breath, I drop down, pulling up on my skirt and feeling the wool bunching around my waist. Sliding my thumbs under the waist of my thong I pull, the back slides out of my ass as the front pulls away from my crotch. Pantyless, I can see my bush as my hands push down. The thong stops at my knees, letting go I stand up, pushing down my skirt at the same time. I feel the skirt drop over my exposed pussy.

When I stand I feel my thong drop between my legs to the floor. I look down and step one foot out. Lifting my leg upwards I grab the thong off my shoe. Holding it in my hand I can feel where the crotch is still moist. I'm also much more aware of my unclothed vagina. It's slightly cooler without the thong and I don't have the ever present slight tightness of the fabric against my lips and in between my ass cheeks.

Taking the thong I quickly cram it into the envelope. I then pull the metal tabs and seal the envelope. I notice that I'm once more aroused; my nipples are perky and visible. I'm still shaking, my hands are trembling and my body is filled with nervous excitement. I can't remember ever being in such a state before. Taking the envelope I turn around and move to the copier. I run a hand through my hair while letting out a sigh. Getting up to the copier, I look around one final time. The woman's left. No one is here. I reach over the copier and drop the envelope.

I check each side to make sure the envelope can't be seen and then with an excited bounce I turn around and walk out. The hood of my jacket is flopping back and forth as I head tot he car, inside my head I'm screaming, "I did it! I can't believe I did it! I just gave someone one of my thongs. Someone I don't even know really, I gave them something I had committed the most intimate act in." I felt alive, excited, and all together quite horny.

Clicking my way to my cars in my heels, my sudden euphoria is curbed slightly as the cold air plays in between my legs. I feel my normally warm pussy turn just as cool as my legs. Hurrying up, I get to my car and unlock it. Tossing in my purse, I get in my car and turn it on then the heat. Soon I'm comfortable and warm as I drive home. The whole time I'm driving I can feel my legs slightly rubbing when I accelerate and brake. I so want to touch myself, but I don't have enough time to attend to myself while driving.

I promise myself once I'm home, I'll make up for it. It takes me my normal twenty minutes or so to get back to my apartment. On the way up to my door my phone rings, I answer it and begin talking to Melissa. "Hey, Jani how are you?" she asks.

"I'm good," I reply while pushing open my door. Dropping my purse on my kitchen counter I shuffle through the mail I picked up while Melissa continues.

"So for Friday I have a ton of people. It's going to be downtown at Elven50..." I know the place its one of the bigger nightclubs in the area. "I've reserved an area for us. I'm having everyone show up at 11:30 or so."

"That sounds like a lot of fun," I say.

"Good, and make sure you wear something cute. I have a couple friends I want you to meet. They're in our business," she replies.

"Great, and thanks Melissa." Suddenly curious I ask, "Who did you invite by the ways?"

"Just about everyone from our office. So maybe like twenty people, well I gotta run. See you Friday!" she says. I say goodbye and then hang up the phone. It sounds as if Chris and Danny will be there. Thinking about the two of them gets me thinking about what I had just done at work. I also ponder what he might do once he has the envelope. Going in my bedroom I start to undress, I toss my clothes on the floor and then from my dresser I grab a pair of pink panties. Stretching with a yawn, I give my pussy a quick rub before I hop into my bed. Turning on my side, I take my glasses off and close my eyes. My hand idly strokes my mound as I drift off to sleep.

It's about two hours later or so before I open my eyes. I'm lying on my back looking up at the ceiling. I try to remember what dreams I dreamt but they're fleeting and soon forgotten. Stretching I look over at my clock. I told my friend Emily I'd meet her for dinner around eight o'clock. Sitting up, I feel my tits hang slightly as I slide my legs out from under the covers. I stand up and make my way over to my bathroom. Pulling off my panties, I hop into the shower. I turn the water and hop backwards. The water is cold but it gradually warms. Soon the air is moist as I wash my hair. As I'm soaping my body I smile as I remember smearing the cum over my breasts and how excited I had been at work.

As I'm washing I casually pinch my nipples and gently rub between my legs. I close my eyes allowing my hands to drift as I enjoy the warm water washing over me. I stand there like that for some time before I finally shut the water off. Grabbing for my towel I dry off before putting my glasses back on. Stepping out of the shower I wrap the towel around my chest and walk out to my room. Sitting down at my vanity I reach down to the floor and grab my hair dryer. Soon my hair is nice and dry.

Looking over my shoulder I see I have about an hour or so to get ready. As I brush my hair the movement of my arms slowly loosens my towel. Uncaring, I let the towel drop down to my waist. I can see my pert breasts splayed across my chest. My nipples are pointing slightly to the sides and as I comb my hair they jiggle slightly. Putting the brush down, I open the top drawer of my vanity and pull out my make-up case. I pause for a moment. With a delicious grin on my face, I push the drawer closed and then open the one underneath it.

In it, I have a number of personal items but at the back is what I want. I can feel the soft PVC texture of it as I grip it. I haven't used my dildo in ages I remind myself. My nipples are already stiffening as I bring out the pink seven-inch length of rubber. My hand wraps nicely around the textured shaft. I can feel the veins running up towards the head of the dildo. Looking forward, I see myself holding it; I close my eyes as I bring it towards my mouth. I picture one of the twins. His pants unzipped in front of me, my hand holding his cock as my mouth slowly opens. I flick my tongue out tentatively, then more assertively as the head enters my mouth.

I close my lips around the back of the head and slowly roll my tongue over the tip. I can see him responding. His body moving slowly as he begins to feel my tongue playing with him, teasing him, asking for more. Long seconds drag by before the tip leaves my mouth; it circles my lips. I'm getting so aroused as I focus on the image in my head. My hands are holding him, holding his warm balls as I take him into my mouth.

I pull the tip out once more, trailing the tip down my chin and in between my breasts. My hand brings the dildo down to the wood of the vanity seat. My pussy is aching; I can feel my lips opening. Lifting my ass I pull my towel aside and in its place I set my dildo. I'm picturing laying him down somewhere, maybe my bed, maybe an office desk. I moan, my lips quivering as my spread legs drop my body onto the tip.

I feel it pushing against my lips. My saliva and wetness mix as I rub the tip against my slit. My teeth bite down on my lower lip as I watch myself slowly take him into me. It's so tight at first, my greedy lips trying to slide over the still dry rubber. Lifting myself up, I feel the tip leave my pussy for a second before I settle back down. Taking one hand off the seat I let it go to my breasts. It hurts more this time when I start to pinch and tug at my nipples. My body is tired from how much I've played with it today but still I want more, my body craves it.

The tip splits my lips again, this time I fall much farther down. Inside my pussy I squeeze, tightening my hold onto his member. I start to move up and down keeping it inside. I can see his face, their faces looking back at me. It's the same face but different I know. Slowly riding my dildo I silently wish it were real, quietly I say, "Please Danny, please." My tits are bouncing more and more as I quicken my rhythm. I can feel a throbbing pulse building around my hips and legs. My nipples are radiating pleasure as I pull each one slowly, pinching them, and toying with the small ring in my left nipple.

I'm slowly getting used to the size of the dildo. The thickness stretches my vagina as I ease my way to the base. Releasing my breasts, my hand travels to between my rocking thighs. It glides through my damp bush and over my mound. The soft dark blonde hair is wet with sweat and my increasing arousal. I'm moaning as I envision taking his cock deep within me. My hips are undulating as I open my eyes. I'm looking right at myself. My eyes are dimmed in a haze and my cheeks are a feverish red. My nipples are fully aroused, lewd in their proclamation of desire. 

My hand and fingers are slippery from my excretions. I look down and see my pussy being pierced over and over. It's he who is doing this. "Please!" I moan, beseeching my imagination for what I lack in the here and now. My foot slips on the carpet as a tremor from my gaping and wet cunt brings me close. My fingers push my lips wide, the dildo and my middle finger toying mercilessly with my clit.

I'm looking down. I can barely breath. I feel my stomach tighten. I hit the bottom of the dildo quivering; my hips lift up. His glistening cock slides from my open vagina just as I begin to gush. My cum sprays out from my achingly wide pussy, a second burst follows it but is cut off as I sit back on the dildo. I feel my spasming and contracting pussy frantically gripping onto the dildo as cum leaks from my lips.

Slowly I pull my body off the impaling dildo. A gooey line of cum hangs from my labia as I try to stand. The undersides of my breasts are slick with sweat and move easily on my chest. In the mirror my body is fully aroused and exposed. On the seat of the vanity is the dildo; an erect island in the puddle of cum my orgasm has left behind. 

I squat down feeling a slight stretch across my pussy as I lean towards the bulbous head of the dildo. I see myself reaching for him, smiling, knowing that I've pleased him as I take the wet cock in my hand. I can feel my juices on his shaft. I let my eyes close as I move my head forward. My hair sweeps past my cheeks, some of it sticking to his cock before my lips accept it. I can feel his warmth as I slowly begin to lap my cum from him, cleaning his member. As I do so, the familiar smell of my arousal surrounds me. 

My body is throbbing, I'm numb, and my mind is utterly clear save for one thought, an image of one of him holding my soiled panties. Dirty from two acts to which I just completed the third and final act. I lift my head from his now clean cock, the taste of my cum fresh on my tongue as I look upwards at him. My pussy aches in a most delicious way as I watch him lift the panties up before inhaling my guilty scent.



The Office Ch. 06



I sit there for long moments lost in my fantasy before slowly my body cools and I once more regain a sense of where I am. I feel a wonderful sense of playfulness and naughtiness coursing through my veins as I stand up. Stretching like a cat, my back arches as I let go of the last remaining tension in my body. I feel vigorous and alive. Looking over at the clock, I know that I need to get ready. I only have forty or so minutes before Emily arrives.

I walk over to my dresser and open the top drawer. I pull out a cute red satin thong and then dig around for a bit before finding its partner. Balancing on one foot, I step into the panties, and then pull them snug against my wet vagina. The satin crotch feels delightful. The bra follows a moment later with a small click between my breasts. Closing the drawer, I walk to my closet and pull down a white dress shirt, a light gray hoody, and then a black skirt. Buttoning up the dress shirt I feel a slight squeeze around my bust as the shirt clings to my body. Over that I pull the hoody before fixing the collar to my shirt. The skirt I step into, pulling it up to my waist before zipping and closing the back.

Wiggling my toes, I stand undecided for a moment, pantyhose or not? Laughing slightly, I know it's not even really a question. Moving over to my dresser again, I look on the right side trying to find something to match my outfit. A little bit later, I'm sitting on my bed with one white Cuban heel stocking on. The second one I pull onto my right foot, slowly unballing the roll I've turned it into. The feeling is sensual as the nylon wraps my skin tightly. I pull it up slowly; checking occasionally to make sure the seam on the back is straight. I stop slightly above mid thigh before reaching over for the garter belt.

Pulling the white band over to my feet, I slide it up my legs, stopping at my waist. The six straps I fix to the tops of my stockings, feeling a slight tightening as I adjust them. Standing up, I pull down my skirt, covering my thong and stocking tops. Walking over to my closet, I slip my feet into my Mary Janes, and then look towards the dresser. The clock says its time to go. With a last glance towards my vanity and the dildo I recently fucked, I smile.

Today has been a great day I think to myself. Grabbing my purse as I swing out the door, I wave to Emily when I exit my apartment. My shoes click a few times as I cross the street and then hop in Emily's car. Emily looks over to me as I pull on my seat belt with a bemused smile. "What's got into you?" she asks.

I just smile and say, "I had a great day at work is all." 

The next day I wake up almost sideways in my bed. My eyes seemed glued together and the alarm is ringing incessantly. Groaning, I roll over and slap my nightstand until the alarm stops. Rubbing my eyes, I push myself up. I stretch for a few seconds the reach for my glasses. Putting them on, I blink a few times then yawn. With a tremendous effort, I get out of bed and head towards the shower. I have about an hour until I need to be at work.

Fifty-five minutes later, I step out of my toasty warm car and out into an early autumn morning. Sipping on my coffee, I head towards my office. My belted coat barely keeps me warm as I head up the path to the front door. My legs are cold past mid thigh, where my jacket and sweater dress end. A few inches below my knees, my suede boots begin until they end, adding just over three extra inches to my height. 

On the way in, a man holding a drill in one hand and waving good morning with the other the door open, grabs the door for me . Smiling, I say, "Good morning," and walk inside. The office is cool but a little bit warmer than outside. Walking by the mailroom, I stop for a second. Within moments, I'm at the copier and looking over its rear edge. The envelope is gone! A mischievous smile lights up my face as I turn back and go to my office. I'm practically bouncing as I sip on my coffee before setting down my purse under my desk. I unbuckle my coat and then drape it over the back of my chair.

While my computer turns on I look around. No one is in the office just yet except a few people down by the far window. Typing in my login, I wait impatiently for the computer to finish loading the desktop. A minute later I'm clicking open my email. Disappointingly, there is nothing new in my inbox. Somewhat defeated I reach for my coffee and spin slightly in my chair. My lips pursed, I think about why there was no email from one of the twins.

I knew my panties were gone. Sometime after I left work and before I came in today, someone had taken them. Just thinking about someone having a pair of my dirty panties aroused me intensely. I tried to imagine all the scandalizing things that might be done with them. By this point, I knew that whoever had my panties knew exactly the scent I carried between my legs. Knowing that made me hot. 

Biting the end of my pen, I sit there with my eyes closed, almost asleep lucidly dreaming very nasty thoughts. My hand strays ever nearer the crease between my legs. For a brief second, I feel a finger tip glide over my pussy. My hand gently nuzzles the warm patch of fur under my dress for a few seconds before I take it away from my naked cunt. I can feel every inch of my clothing against my body. My boots clinging to my calves, my wool dress warm and a little scratchy all across my body, the deep pools of fabric from the turtled neck of the sweater resting in my cleavage, all of it I feel at once.

Opening my eyes, I take a quick spin in my chair, trying to banish all my pleasant thoughts and attempt to return to my emails. It takes me awhile to reply to the few necessary ones, but after twenty minutes and half my coffee I finish my last reply. During the time spent working on my emails, more people have come into the office. Almost everyone is here now. There isn't much chatter since it's so early. Most everyone is tending to their inboxes or working on designs at their tables. I look over and wave to Alex, the twins I notice aren't here, neither is Melissa.

Hooking my heels behind the ring at the bottom of my chair, I turn to my desk and grab a few pieces of paper. Grabbing a pencil and a few style guides, I start sketching out a rough design. Once Theresa arrives, Alex and I show her our designs and then depending on which we like most we take that and make a mock up of it. The project we've been working on is for a few different wholesalers but so far I've been relegated the majority of the grunt work. Not that I mind, I know I need the training before I get transferred and I like working here. My team is great and the people are really fun. Twirling my pencil across my fingers, I look towards where the twins sit. I see one of them; he's hanging up his coat in the office closet. His brother, I don't see. 

The waiting and the not knowing is what drives me crazy the most. I wish I knew which one it was. Which of them had so brazenly walked in on me masturbating, which had sent me the picture, and which of them had demanded and now possessed my panties. Remembering that one of them took home my cum stained undergarment makes my nipples stand on end. My legs unconsciously part and my face warms. Coughing, I brush the hair out of my eyes and try to return to my work. My eyes, however, stray downwards. Two faint half moon bumps under the wool of my dress belie how horny I am. The bottom of the dress is taut against my now crossed legs. Between my thighs I can feel the cool air of the office passing against my skin and bush. The dress I wore today is dangerously high-cut for anything other than walking, but I've never minded a bit of trouble. Any attempt to sit down, or bend over brings the hem right below the cheeks of my ass.

A few minutes later, Theresa comes in from upstairs complimenting me on my looks; I return the favor before the three of us convene at our group's table. About three hours later, around 10:30, we take a break. Getting up from the table I excuse myself and go back to my desk. I make a few phone calls while I check my email. Still nothing, inwardly cursing men, I look around the office, this time finally noticing both twins at their respective desks. In my ear, Emily is recounting last night's adventure at the pub. I take another sip from my second coffee of the day as I watch the twins. They seem to be doing exactly what they should be, just like always. Looking up, Melissa catches my eye, smiling, she waves to me. I wave back and then go back to talking with Emily.

About an hour or so later, Melissa walks over and we start chatting. She invites me to lunch and I agree. Standing up, I smooth out my dress, and then grab my coat and purse. Motioning, I follow Melissa out of the office. Only one of the twins is at his desk, taking a backwards look, I think it might be Christopher. Over the past couple days, I've gotten slightly better at guessing which one is who, but its still rather difficult. It wasn't that they always dressed exactly the same, or that I didn't know whose desk was whose, but I had the nagging suspicion that they held a similar hobby to the only other identical twin I'd ever known.

In high school, one of my good friends Liz and her sister Connie would tell each other everything. I mean everything. Anything I ever told her sister would eventually get to Connie and then to her friends. It didn't take me long to realize I should keep my mouth shut. Apart from that, a lot of times they'd pretend to be each other. They'd switch classes, take tests for each other, or for no reason at all. It was really strange wondering sometimes if the person you were talking to was in fact the person you were good friends with.

Looking forward as I exit the room, Melissa stops in front of me. Looking up, I see the other twin. It's disturbing how they do that, like its impossible to keep tabs on them. Smiling, I listen for a few seconds before the twin says, "Janice, nice to see you again. Are you two going out for lunch?"

"Yeah we are," I respond, "maybe Chinese or something. Do you want to join us?" I ask innocently. 

Shaking his head, the twin responds. "Can't, Melissa is the only one who works around here. My brother and I still have some catching up to do. I'll take a rain check though." 

Nodding, I watch him go back inside the office before Melissa grabs my attention, "So are we going or not? I'm starving!" Across the hall as we turn to leave, I notice bucket of tools and a nearby office door half off its hinges.

I start to walk as I absently answer, "Yeah, lets go." Walking out the door to Melissa's car, I notice that the door has been fixed. "What's up with the doors," I ask.

"I think they're changing the locks. The whole place is getting an update," nodding, I wait for her to unlock the door before getting side. Sitting down, I put my purse on my lap, covering the shortness of my dress. "So, about those two..."

Around 1 o'clock or so we pull back in. This time my purse is matched by a few take out boxes. It doesn't take long for me to get back to work now that I'm no longer hungry and quite alert. Another hour or so goes by uneventfully, people have already started to leave for home, until out of nowhere my phone rings. The sound emanating from purse nearly scares me to death. I had been so focused on my design that the slight interruption made my heart skip a beat. Grinning ruefully, I wave off Alex's inquisitive glance and reach down and grab my phone and turn it to silent.

Flicking the phone open, I click the message. There's a single line of text, "Men's, center stall now." Instantly I'm on edge. I reread, and then reread the message. It's from the same number that sent me the video and the previous texts. The one number who know exactly who it belongs to except for the fact that that person is in fact two identical persons. The sense of urgency in the message is apparent. I sit for a moment deciding then snap my phone closed. My body has one singular goal in mind. 

Hopping to my feet, I practically race out the door near my desk, my dress snagged indecently high on my thighs. Nearing the bathroom, I take a deep breath. No one is around. A few feet from the water fountain the door to the men's opens. I jump for a second, looking up at me as I walk directly towards him is an older man I don't know. With an apologetic smile I say, "Sorry, the women's is filled." Ignoring the strange look, I push the door back open in mid swing and then enter.

Once inside, I back up, my ass and shoulders pushing the door closed. I'm excited and fearful. My hands are shaking but somehow I still have a semblance of calm. Almost unsteady on my feet, I keep my hands on the door, while I crouch down. Looking underneath the three stalls I see nothing. The room is empty I surmise, grinning the sudden image of someone crouched and perched atop a toilet comes to mind, just like in movies. Taking a look at the door, I take a breath and then let go. Walking to the center stall I push the door open and slip inside as I turn around. I lock the door and let my breath out. My heart is pounding. Nervously, I run my hand through my hair, tucking it behind my ear.

Looking around the stall, I don't see anything unusual. I pull the seat down ignoring the loud bang it makes. It's completely empty except for an extra roll of paper on its side atop the dispenser. Pulling my dress down slightly, I sit down on the seat and think. I look at my phone nothing. Looking down at the floor, I notice the tile is a little different that that used in the women's. Underneath the right-hand wall there looks like someone brushed away some white powder. Maybe, it was someone working on one of the stall doors, I reason. 

It's so strange, why would the message tell me to... My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I hear two voices. They're exactly the same. The sink turns on, I hear running water. Trapped, I sit there frozen, wondering what is going on. I knew one of the twins was behind the whole thing but both? Was it like how I imagined it could be? As I sit there, I'm looking around and then I notice something. There's an object stuck into the dark middle of the roll of paper. Reaching for it, I feel my dress gently scratch my body as it tightens against my out stretched arm.

Picking up the roll, I slide the object out. It's a black Swiss army knife. Staring at it, I wonder what it means. The entire time, I can hear the twins discussing their project. I look at the stall, door, walls, a coat hanger, and the dispenser. Puzzled, I hold the knife in my hand for a moment looking it over once more. I can't for the life of me figure out what it means. Turning the knife in my hand, I see it has a blade, a corkscrew, a scissors, and a screwdriver. Looking around the stall, nothing makes sense. I keep looking, the twins' conversation is drawing to a close. Feeling desperate, I look at the knife once more.

With a sudden realization, I open the screwdriver. I'm sure it's what I need to use, but what to do with it. I cast about for something that can be unscrewed, it's just the coat hanger and the paper dispenser. Looking at the dispenser for a second, I finally make the connection to what I had overlooked earlier. Taking the knife, I quickly undo the screws to the dispenser, almost positive that there is a hole in the wall. I make almost no noise as I reach the last screw.

The water turns off. "Well, I'll see you later, Melissa still wants to talk to me." I hear soft footfalls move towards the door. And then I hear it open, and once more close. I feel my shoulders relax. It's just one of them in the room with me. I make a mental note to ask Melissa whom she talked to. I pause holding the dispenser in one hand.

I feel as though I want to escape my confinement, I want to burst out onto him and confront him. I want to demand so many things, why he filmed me, why he's put me through this, why he needed my panties, and why I had enjoyed each of those things. But at the same time, I'm almost terrified of what is happening, of the situation I've put myself into, I have no idea what to do at that moment. 

Torn in separate directions I sit there struggling internally as to what I should do. Too late! I hear the stall door to my right open, then the lock clicks shut. My body is tensed as I slowly finish turning the last screw and pull the dispenser away. In front of me is a large three, maybe four inch round circular hole straight through the wall. I knew it! Once I had made the connection, just as he had intended, I knew what was expected of me. I went numb, almost paralyzed as I absentmindedly placed the dispenser on the ground. Looking at the hole all I could see was a bit of khaki cloth and the tile wall opposite the one I now stared at. He was standing right there, I was completely in the trap he had laid for me. 

Frozen on the seat, I wait, I'm completely unsure of myself. The semblance of control I thought I had, had quickly evaporated and left me in an anxious state. On one hand what was happening was exactly what I wanted from the moment I knew I had been filmed, I had wanted it when I had flooded my panties on the roof and later when I sat once more in the women's stall smearing a stranger's cum on my heaving chest, and I had wanted it when I left my panties in the copy room, and I knew I needed it when I came to work today. Despite my body's yearnings, I was scared.

What was I doing? I couldn't believe the situation. I dared not even think about it. I saw a movement in the hole. Somehow I react, it is as if someone is moving my body. It's almost as though I'm not even there. My hands are shaking as I slide forward on the seat allowing my weight to transfer to my heels. I push off the seat, easily sliding into a crouch. My mouth is bone dry and my eyes sting from not blinking. I know it's me thats doing all of this, but the disconnect is tremendous. All there is right now is my body, and my body's needs.

I settle into a deep crouch, I can feel a slight tension in my legs as I balance in my boots. My dress is folded between my stomach and thighs. I'm exposed all across my bottom. I can feel my suede boots pressed tight against my ass. There's a sudden movement in front of me. I see a hand, his hand, the hand I imagined last night was touching me as I fucked my dildo. My idle hands I bring to my breasts, kneading the scratchy wool into my soft flesh.

Doing so makes me bite on my lower lip, his hand on the other side of the wall slowly curls and then slides under the khaki, I hear a long metallic hiss as he unzips. I edge closer, my hands pinching hard on my nipples. I stop inches from the wall; my pointed toes I know are visible on his side. One of my hands is sliding down my stomach; I'm so aroused. The hand in front of me moves for a second and then I see it as he pulls it out of his boxers. It is exactly how it looked in the picture, slightly long and rather fat it is almost nearly erect. I plunge my hand between my legs.

I feel a rush of warmth moving to my pussy, my hips, my stomach, to everywhere. I feel so good; every nerve is tingling. It's like I can't breathe but at the same time I'm on pure oxygen. His cock, their cock I realize, it would be the same for both, steadily enters the hole. My face is inches from it when it stops. I can smell him, a strong musk coming from his open boxers. My hair is in my eyes but I don't care. 

I hesitate just for an instant before my mouth opens. I hear a low moan the moment my lips seal around his shaft. The tip hitting repeatedly into the back of my mouth, it almost gags me. My tongue is sliding all over his shaft; suddenly my mouth is wet. He tastes sweaty, his flesh slightly salty for only a moment before my tongue washes it away. I breathe in, pulling on him, pulling him deeper into my mouth. My lips slide back for a second then I go down again. I almost gag again this time, my face pressed against the stall wall. I hear him step forward, my head rocks back and forth as I hold him in my mouth.




The Office Ch. 06



I pull my hand away from my dripping vagina. The inside of my pussy became almost instantly wet the moment I took him into my mouth. Each touch of my nipples is a scream from my body, I've never been so aroused, so excited, so afraid before. I can feel him swelling the tip of his cock with each thrust into my mouth. My bangs are dangling across my face, my glasses askew as I slide my mouth along his length. My mouth is shaped around his thick penis; it's almost as wide as the hole drilled into the wall.

With a gasp, I let him slip out. I immediately start licking the dripping shaft with my tongue, my hand in the mean time grabs him steady as I once more bring my lips to his head. I slowly lick the tip of his cock eliciting another moan. His voice drives me crazy; in answer my pussy starts squelching as my fingers push in and out of my hole.

I french kiss his cock's head while my other hand slowly starts stroking him. His hips are pressed firm against the wall giving me his entire length. My nose picks up my scent, pungent from my wetness. Between my legs my pussy is wide and gaping. The slight burn in my legs is growing but it's a dull and miniscule ache compared to the one between my thighs. My hand is everywhere in my sopping bush. My dark blonde hairs wet against my engorged vagina. Each time my fingers exit and then reenter; I give a tiny moan.

Pulling my lips away, I continue to jack him off as I pant, trying to catch my breath. The soft skin of my palm is gliding up and down his slippery cock, tired from the sudden exertion I lean my face against the wall. His penis rubbing across my cheek, smearing what little makeup I have on. Sliding him back into my mouth, recovered, I quicken my pace. My lips squish against my hand as it glides up his shaft, I'm reveling in the feeling of having his tip deep in my mouth. If I could, I would be smiling. Finally, all the awkwardness, fear, anxiety, and lack of control have transformed into a deep rewarding pleasure.

Pushing my face forward my lips meet the end of the shaft for the first time. My lips are pressed against his warm and shaved skin. I hold him there, gagging silently as my tongue writhes around him. I can feel him responding. I know my response to be a perfect mirror of his. My breasts feel heavy in my dress and my pussy is starting to leak. I slowly, torturously retract my lips to the back of his head. From the other side of the wall, I hear a long shuddering moan. I can tell he's close, almost on the cusp.

My fingers are flying against my exposed clitoris; I let out a long moan into his cock. Succulently tasting him inside my mouth, I roll my tongue against his tip, tasting for the first time his precum. Delicious, exquisite, a thousand times better than pretending my own juices were his. The image of my naked body squirming atop my dildo brings a wicked thought to mind. My cheeks hollow as I try to extract more of his leaking fluid.

Holding him tightly, I splay my hand flat against the wall before withdrawing my quivering lips from his member. My legs unbend as I stand up, my one hand still holding my cunt while it's fingers dip into my vagina. My suede boots are cool against my warm skin; my feverish body is covered in a film of sweat. The undersides of my tits are slick and as I stand the motion causes them to sway under my dress.

Holding him in my fingers, I slowly and carefully turn my body lifting one leg over my hand and his cock and settling it down on the floor. Immediately after my foot lands I know he realizes what I'm doing. His cock shudders in my hand as he pushes against the wall. Pulling my hand away from my pussy, I bend forward. My dress is half on and off my ass, my hand pulls it up and as my head gets low enough to look I see for the first time how wet I am.

My bush is clumped together, stuck by my juices to my skin. My untanned skin is red from my arousal and my inner lips are jutting out. Between them the hood over my clit is pulled back, leaving my cunt totally naked. I tug my dress higher until my lower body is completely uncovered. Closing my eyes, I slowly bend my knees pushing my ass towards his waiting cock. Slightly before halfway I feel his skin slide under my ass cheeks. We let out a moan at the same time as I take a small step back, my free hand supporting myself against the opposite wall.

The small step is enough to allow him to slide between my legs. I can feel his thickness pressing against my vagina and filling the gap between my thighs. My hand holds him steady for a moment before sliding up the shaft. I arch my back as I lift my ass up; guided by my hand his tip pushes between my lips. Unable to control my volume, I truly voice my pleasure for the first time as I rub my pussy with his dick.

At the distance I'm at all he can do is push open my lips. I hold him so close, wetting the tip of his penis. I'm in total control now. It's me who has him by the cock and it's me who controls what happens next. Smiling, I close my eyes, my wet pussy and his cock fading away a moment before I slam my ass into the wall...



The Office Ch. 07



I feel his cock bend and then suddenly it's deep inside me. My greedy lips stretch wide around his shaft, attempting to cope with the intrusion. The sensation is intense. I can feel him straining inside of me. His cock is pulsating between the walls of my vagina, which is growing wetter by the second. Slowly, torturously, I pull my pussy away. His length slides slowly out of me until just the bulging head is left nestled between my lips. I thrust back, inviting him, teasingly begging for more.

The second time he enters me is softer and slower as I try to savor each moment. The touch of his naked wet skin gliding over my clitoris is addicting, all across my body I'm feeling warmth and pleasure. Never has my pussy felt so good. Keeping my ass pressed hard against the wall, I allow him to begin entering me at will. My hips move slowly, rhythmically in a figure eight against the wall. I can feel his cock bending and stretching my pussy from every angle. 

When I open my eyes, a sudden sense of vertigo washes over me. I would have collapsed save for my hand planted firmly against the wall. My other hand, free from holding him, is now pinching and tugging at my nipples. My breasts hang low inside my dress; the scratchy wool is a delightful mild roughness against my skin. Cupped in my hand, I work on each tit until the slightest touch on them is enough to make me gasp.

My hips shudder as he slams his cock back into its wet hole. I let out a long moan as he retreats. I ready myself for another strike. There is a small puddle of cum collecting on the floor, each thrust freeing another group of droplets. I watch it grow while my lips, swollen by the pleasure, futilely seek to close after each time he exits me.

My mind has nearly shut off at this point. All I can do is focus on the sensations running through my body. In my mouth is the lingering flavor of his sperm. The precum had been just a teasing appetizer for what was to come. I couldn't wait to taste his thick warm load as it shot into my mouth. The thought that Daniel and Christopher's cum taste identical seems so intriguing to me. Somewhere in my haze, I'm dimly aware that I'm almost terribly loud. There are alarms ringing in my head. I pay them no heed; all I can hear is the frenzied grunting by the man fucking me through the wall and my own yearning responses.

My hand is no longer at my breasts. It's almost pointless to touch them now because of how aroused they are. My finger is rolling and pinching my clit. I'm watching, mesmerized by the sight of his penis buried deep in my pussy and of pink tipped fingers holding my glistening lips wide open for him. There is a slow but noticeable increase in his pace; it is as though he is warming up for what he'll soon do to me.

I know that soon he'll be fucking me as hard and as swiftly as he can. My pussy is screaming for release, for further abuse. My bush and inner thighs have become slick from my secretions. And, my body is telling me that at any time I will begin to orgasm. My pussy will be frantically struggling to clamp onto his cock to insure that he is deep within me when he ejaculates.

I try to push myself away from the wall; my glasses have almost fallen off from the constant rocking. My hand moves away from the wall; I start to wobble for a second before I can stand without being shaken by his intensity. My fingers hastily slide my glasses back up. I catch the faint odor of my pussy on my hand and then suddenly with out warning, the twin's penis buries itself. My pussy almost takes the seven inches of his cock. I can feel his tip expanding now and then. Suddenly, there is a warmth erupting inside of me.

I'm panicking from both obscene satisfaction and fear. This is the first time that I've allowed a man to cum inside me. I've had condomless sex, but it would always end with his ejaculating onto my stomach or my breasts, or somewhere else. Never before had I felt the sensation of cum flooding into my vagina, escaping from the tip of a frenzied cock.

My cunt is crying out for more. Achingly, I oblige it as I slam my hips backwards and forwards. Trying desperately to rub his cock more and more against my exposed clit. I can hear how wet I am, my pussy makes a terrific sound every time he moves in and out of me. Both my hands are now supporting me as I brace myself between the walls. With closed eyes, I begin to feel the last spasming spurts of his cock as it empties into my pussy.

The wonderful knowledge of having allowed myself to be truly fucked for the first time pushes me over the edge. My hypersensitive clit is forcing my cunt to grab wildly at his cock. I can feel a sudden tightening in my stomach. Just as my mouth opens into a near soundless moan, my vagina begins to climax. It was amazing, suddenly, as though my pussy just decided to release every ounce of pleasure it had been saving since I was first filmed masturbating, since I was almost caught on the roof, since I gave up my panties. I was so horny for this moment.

Even though his cock had plugged my pussy, I was still leaking profusely. Each orgasmic contraction was maddening, it lasted only a matter of seconds, but as I opened my eyes and looked down. I saw my wet bush and vaginal lips dripping with my juices.

The cock that was inside me was slowly sliding out. I could hear deep labored breathing coming from behind me. I watched with rapt attention as I tried to memorize exactly how my pussy looked as his cock pulled out, allowing my gaping cunt to finally release its contents. On unsteady feet, I stand up enough to slide myself over to toilet seat to sit down. In front of me is the waning but cum coated cock of the twin. My mouth is watering just looking at it.

Once he had pulled out, it took very little time for our combined juices to begin escaping from my open vagina. Sitting there a thick, glistening creampie began to drip out of my cunt. Still so in shock from its recent fucking, my pussy didn't register the feeling of the cum leaking from me. Breathing in deeply, it feels almost like I'm having a heart attack. My heart is beating wildly inside my heaving chest.

I can feel my dress scratching at my nipples. I relish the almost painful abrasive teasing. Shaking, I try to center my thoughts. In front of me, poking through the hole in the wall, is the almost limp cock of whichever twin just exploded inside my pussy. The entire length of his cock is wet along with part of the wall. My eyebrows arch as I watch it jiggle slightly, inviting me over. Suddenly, all my anxiety is gone as I let out a half sigh of exhaustion and half of a laugh. 

Standing up, my dress fall downs covering my protruding lips and the strings of cum connecting my thighs and labia. Gently lowering myself into a crouch. I push my face slowly towards his waiting cock. My lips kiss the very tip of his delicious cock. 

A shiver runs down my spine from his voice breaking the silence, "I'm going to leave soon, but I can't let this stay this way." Guessing at his meaning, I open my mouth at his words, my lips about to encircle his cock. But then he continues, "I want you to clean it off on your face." I hear him step forward in eager anticipation. 

Nervous again, I try to tell myself to stop. It's gone far enough. My aching pussy, my swaying breasts, and my thirst for more of his delicious cum tell me to give in. To do what he says if only it will secure me another round of pleasure, I'm like a junkie suddenly aware of my addiction but with no desire to reform. Smiling from ear to ear, I press my check against his slowly stiffening cock. I feel the cool touch of cum but for a moment, and then the warmth emanating from his cock. My face begins to slowly turn, his penis tracing a smeared and gooey arc across my face. For a few seconds, I have fun with it, lightly slapping his wet length against my lips and then nuzzling it.

I make sure each side of my face has a light coating of cum before I move my lips back to his cock. Slowly and leisurely, I clean his shaft and tip with long licks. Finally, he pulls himself away. I watch as his cock exits the hole and then disappears back into his pants. I can see him zip his pants, and then a moment later I hear his stall door swinging open and the nonchalant tapping of his shoes exiting the room.

The suddenness of his disappearance is nerve rattling and once more, I'm overly aware of my condition. My body is cooling slowly under my dress and my skin has a light sheen of sweat to it. Standing up, I feel how tired my legs are from crouching and for the first time, I feel how wet my pussy is. Between my legs, my bush is soaked and my thighs slip against each other as I stand, adjusting my dress and my hair. Once again, I straighten my glasses, this time tucking my hair back behind my ears.

I remain motionless for almost a minute as I allow myself appreciate the gravity of what just transpired. My right hand mindlessly travels down to my recovering pussy. I dip my finger inside; the slight intrusion feels nothing like the hammering I've just received. My swirling finger slowly comes to a stop before I sliding out. Almost shyly, I put it in my mouth. The taste is captivating. Inside the familiar flavor of my own vaginal juices are the strange flavors of the twin's semen. I love it. I promise myself right there, that I'll definitely be getting more no matter what.

The taste of our cum is inspiring. I tug my dress up an extra inch before licking my finger again and feeling decidedly sexy. I can taste only a memory of it but its still delicious. Nearly forgetting, I grab my phone and then unlock the door. My sudden confidence is almost shattered now that I realize I have to leave the washroom. In a moment, I'll be back at my desk with drying cum on my cheeks and lips. Taking in a deep breath, I try to ignore the heavy scent of sex on the air as I push open the door.

As I'm walking out, I look over towards the mirror. Looking back is a slightly more flushed and nervous looking me with a long slightly glistening gleam across a cheek. Shivering almost, I run my hands down my side as I pull the door open and exit into the hallway. Looking straight towards me is my friend Melissa. I jump. I'm terribly startled by her sudden appearance. I nearly fall over dead from the shock. Nervously and rather unconvincingly, I try to fake a smile. "The other one is being fixed, I think," I say to Melissa. I point towards the women's and try to act normally, as though my pussy wasn't freshly fucked, and I was wearing panties, and I didn't have cum on my cheeks.

"Thanks Janice," Melissa says as she walks past me. I can't see her expression, but if I could I would have been shocked at the nearly uncontained smile playing across her mouth. Pausing in the doorway, she turns around and says, "I forgot to mention, I got everyone invited for Friday. So make sure you bring something snappy." With a friendly smile Melissa goes inside, the last thing I see is a skirted and ample ass perched high on heeled legs.

Feeling as though I'm going to scream from anxiety and at the same time an almost cavalier nonchalance, I continue towards the office when it suddenly hits me. Almost instantly, I flatten myself against the nearest wall while mentally cursing my stupidity. I had completely forgotten to reaffix the toilet paper dispenser. If anyone where to walk into either of those stalls it would be obvious what was going on.

Banging my head against the wall, I wonder in which stall Melissa is sitting in. I know there's only a one in three chance. I ask myself, why is it that every time I indulge my desires and do what my body wants, something awful always happens. Before I almost felt like I could control the situation. Only one, possibly two people knew about what I was doing. Now another person had possibly been added to the equation. 



The Office Ch. 08



The rest of the day went by in a haze of anxiousness and meetings. I found myself staring at the office clock incessantly. Like anyone else, the act of watching time slip by is torture. The more you want the clock to move the slower it goes. Eventually, however, the clock wore down and with ten minutes left, I decided to leave early. Grabbing my stuff, I head out through the office and in the parking lot I see Melissa. Waving, I walk over.

"What's going on? Is something wrong with the car?" I ask as we stand watching the tow truck beginning to lift the back end of her car.

"Nothing new, it's always the same thing. Something to do with the engine, one of the belts, I think. Really, I just need to get a new car sometime. But I'm so attached to this one," she replies wistfully.

"Why's that?" I ask.

Smiling, she looks over and says, "Lots of good memories." I notice a twinkling in her eyes and grin.

"Ya don't say. Well, if you need a ride you can come with me if you want." Taking one last look at her car, Melissa nods. Pointing towards my car, I continue, "You don't mind if we stop for some shopping do you? I still need something for Friday."

Smiling back at me, Melissa absently adjusts her bra as she state in a no non-sense manner, "The mall it is then!" Grinning, I beep my car and the two of us get in. Sitting down, I can feel the cool leather of the seat high up on the underside of my thighs. Turning the ignition, I find the soft purr of the engine to be a subtle reminder of the recent violating I received earlier in the day. Looking out the mirror as I back up, I notice that Melissa is looking at me curiously. I just continue to smile as I recall the sensation of the twin's semen flooding into me.

Exiting the office complex and navigating towards the highway, Melissa asks me if I had something in mind for what I was going to wear. Shaking my head, I reply, "No, not really. I haven't had the time to think about it. But I don't think I'm going to have much time between now and Friday to pick something up." Melissa nods along with me as I weave in and out of traffic, "I think I'll just look around and see if any thing strikes my fancy."

"Sounds good to me," replies Melissa. About fifteen minutes later we exit the highway and after a few streets, we pull into the mall parking lot. I park the car and the two of us grab our purses before heading up the slope to the entrance. Walking through the always-delightful blast of conditioned air, Melissa and I are chat about work and about Friday night when I steer us towards Banana Republic. "I think, I'll get a skirt first and then plan everything out from there."

"That would be smart. I think we need to find you something halfway between business and slutty."

Laughing, I reply, "I'll ask the sales clerk for that." We enter the store and the greeter says, "Hello," as Melissa and I casually look around the store. Feeling the fabrics and commenting on the current designs. Circling around after a few minutes, I pick out a few different styles. I make sure to grab a few petite styles to make sure they end up slightly on the short side. Melissa pulls a cute strapless taupe dress of the rack before we head over to the fitting rooms. She sits down in one of the waiting chairs and starts to check her phone. I stand waiting in line until the fitting assistant motions me over. Walking over I watch as the girl as hastily pulls the left over clothes from the fitting room. I notice suddenly that Melissa is standing next to me, having just jogged up to the front of the line.

"Are you coming with me?" I ask jokingly. 

Nonchalantly, she answers, "Yeah of course. And the line was starting to get a bit long," she says with a backwards glance towards a girl scowling behind her.

Walking into the room, I put my purse on the bench and the skirts I hang on one of pegs. At the same time, my mind suddenly has a panic attack. Under my dress, I'm completely naked. I don't even have a bra on. Moments before, I was feeling delightfully sexy and basking from the whole idea of how slutty I had been and that my pussy still had cum inside it. I had never thought Melissa would come with me. Looking back, it was absurd to assume otherwise. We were both young and friends. Girls go to the washroom together, putting on clothes was boring by comparison. 

Behind me I hear the lock click as Melissa closes it. Turning half around, Melissa hands me her purse and the dress. "I really do hope this fits," she says. "I think it'll look killer if I can squeeze into it." Laughing at the joke, I find myself scrambling to think of how I should handle the situation.

Slowly putting her purse down, I look at Melissa as she takes off her jacket and then pulls up her blouse. A solid black bra confines her round and shapely breasts. Hanging the shirt onto one of the available hangers, Melissa asks me. "What are you waiting for? We have lots of shopping to do. Come on! Try on your skirts. We gotta figure out what you'll wear tomorrow."

I'm still watching Melissa unbutton her jeans when I see a flash of black lace, a moment before I consider myself in the mirror. I look completely composed, for the most part. Maybe I could play it off as just being adventurous. My fingers grab the bottom of my dress and then pull it upwards with a deep breath. A moment later, I hear a whistle.

"Damn Janice. Is that how you normally dress for work. Melissa was looking at my reflection, my trimmed pussy and perky tits plainly visible. It takes a few moments before she looks away. 

Laughing slightly nervously, I say, "No, not usually. But you know, sometimes things get a little boring." Pulling the dress up and over my breasts, I turn towards her. She is stepping out of her jeans and looking almost straight at my vagina. Getting the dress up and over my head, I shake out my hair for a moment and then pose, my glasses almost tumbling off. I notice almost at the same time as Melissa that my nipples are pink and perky. "Why? Are you scandalized?" I ask. I try to add enough bravado to my voice to mask the hammering anxiety in my head. 

Stepping out of her jeans, Melissa runs her hands through her hair in an alluring manner and then purses her lips at me. And then in a spot on Puerto Rican accent, she says, "There ain't no way you better than all this." The last bit was punctuated with a perfect roll of her hips and ass. I notice the cute black thong she is wearing. 

Grinning and slightly more at ease than a moment ago, I reply, "Well, aren't you confident. Guess we'll have to find out tomorrow then," I say slyly.

Chuckling, she said, "You're funny, trying to challenge me like that. It's almost cute," at this she smiles broadly. "But it's cool. We'll see what happens."

As Melissa folds her jeans, I take in the view. Her hair is a good deal longer than mine, almost down to her waist. She is more curvaceous than I am, but in a very sensual way. While my body is more slender and classical, hers is more reminiscent of a Latina low rider model, great tits and a wonderful ass. As I grab the yellow skirt I had picked out from its hanger, Melissa is pulling hers up her legs. Despite my nakedness, I feel some how out-classed. Melissa still in her underwear exudes almost pin-up quality sensuality. 

Zipping up the skirt along my thigh, I admire the cut of it and how nice the yellow looks on my skin. Behind me, Melissa is taking hers off with a satisfied smile. "So who do you want to get with tomorrow?" 

Without even thinking, I say, "One of the twins. I'm not sure which one yet."

In the mirror, I notice Melissa's eyebrows arch as I start to take my skirt off. "Really, those two?"

I look back towards her, my nipples having in the meantime fully stiffened. I'm curious to hear what she has to say. We've been on generally good terms, but this is one of the few times we ever really brought up the subject of dating. I knew Melissa was single and since I was as well, we hadn't much to talk about during our lunch conversations beside the usual office gossip and about our projects.

"Yeah, I think they're kinda cute. But, I don't know too much about them. You work with them, what's your opinion?"

"Well, they've always kept to themselves, but I hear them talking every now and then." 

Sliding out of the skirt, I catch Melissa looking at me again. I feel almost timid as I hold the skirt in front of me. My legs feel awkward in my boots. The whole situation has me confused. "Oh, yeah? What have you heard?"

"Just a few interesting things. You know, lots of dirty office gossip." I try desperately not to blush at this. I look down at my feet as I grab my sweater dress. The effort of keeping any emotion off my face is almost killing me. When I pull on my dress, I'm unable to see the sly grin spreading over Melissa's face.

Grabbing up our purses, I reply nonchalantly, "That's hard to imagine, I always thought our office was rather tame. Or maybe I'm just not in the loop, I guess." Laughing at this Melissa takes her purse from me and then opens the door. We head off to the counter and standing in line, Melissa continues.

"But, if you really want to snag one of them, I know exactly the way to do it." 

Raising my eyebrows, I ask. "And what would that be?"

Handing over our credit cards, we wait as the clerk rings up our clothes and Melissa leans towards me. The tip of her breast is brushing against my hand as I hold my purse. "Well, I've had to use their design computer a few times and I happened to have checked their Internet history." Our bodies so near each other are radiating heat it seems to me, as she quickly and conspiratorially whispers into my ear. I can feel her breast pushing slightly harder against my hand. I turn my head to bend my ear closer, "You just need to cater a little to their taste." 

We reach for our cards and take our bags as I say, "Hmm, any ideas how I could do that?"

"Of course I do. What type of friend would I be if I didn't?" Before her next sentence, she stops, her hand on my arm. "But! But," she pauses, "you have to trust me." Infamous words for sure, but I loved how he had felt inside me and it had been so empowering these last few days being completely uninhibited. Nodding, I smile and say, "Fine, but if it doesn't work, I'm going to kill you."

Melissa smiles wickedly at me and replies, "You might do that anyways. But follow me, first!" Curiously, we wander off through the mall and then stop at a lingerie boutique. At the door, Melissa says, "What size bra do you wear?" Her matter of fact no nonsense tone made it seem as though she was on a mission.

Taken aback, I stumble for a moment before saying, "34C. Why, what are..." A finger warningly cuts me off and then almost comically, Melissa prances into the store leaving me almost dumbfounded. During the ten or so minutes, I wait outside the boutique I make a few phone calls and all the time I become more and more curious. From the store, I figure it'll be something sexy and cute. Maybe the twins are into girls that dress young, or wear something special. I had given them my panties, but maybe one of them really got off on a special type. Trying to puzzle it out soon started to drive me insane, but a little bit later, I see Melissa walking out but now with an extra bag.

Grinning from ear to ear, she says, "Let's go get your top and then we'll be all done." As we walk towards Bebe, I try and look at the bag but Melissa easily avoids my amateur attempts. "Just wait until we get there. Until then, no peaking! And I mean it," she says while looking at me squarely. I smile and try to erase any signs of curiosity from my face.

"Sure. I doubt it'll even be all that shocking once I do see it," I reply haughtily. I spend a few minutes snapping up different style black tops before telling Melissa, I'm going to try them on. She follows me to the back of the store with her own selections. This time the clerk separates us before either of us says anything. I walk to the farthest one, and Melissa is shown to the one next to mine. Sliding the lock on the door, I start to put my things down when I hear Melissa's voice.

"Excuse me, can you give this to my friend. It's hers." The assistant agrees warmly and then knocks on my door. I open it and smile as I receive the bag Melissa had brought out with her from the lingerie boutique. Inside, I was dying to know what Melissa had picked out. I close the door behind me and put everything down on the bench.

Opening the bag, I pull out a large black box and untie the red ribbon wrapped about its corners. The box is larger than I expected for some lingerie and heavier too. Inquisitively and almost apprehensively, I crack open the lid only to see lots of pink wrapping paper. Reaching into its middle, I pause, shocked by what I'm just feeling. It's definitely not cloth. Taking a hold of it, I pull it out. My hands feel an unexpected coolness and slipperiness. Lying there demurely and almost innocently is something that is anything but that. Lifting it up slowly, I watch in shock as the length of vinyl material unfolds itself. Gleaming against an oil black are small round metal studs and a number of gleaming O-rings. Holding it by the shoulder straps, I stare blankly at the vinyl harness. I was going to have to kill Melissa.

All at once, I'm blushing, outraged, shocked, and almost embarrassingly randy at the thought of letting one of the twins see me in it. Dangling it in front of me, I look at it almost comically trying to figure out how to put it on. A moment of consideration later, I begin by unbuckling its four main straps. I then unhook the front clasping bra before once again considering it. 

If Melissa is to be believed, then it's rather obvious what tastes the twins have. Also, it helped explain why everything they did was so controlled. Or at least, whichever one of them had ordered everything to his liking. I start to wonder if the gossip Melissa had talked about included me. If the twins had discussed me then she would have overheard only what I had done. I doubt they would have mentioned me by name. She probably just thought one of them was fucking some slut and then she put together what she had seen on the computer. She probably had no idea that it was I, they had been talking about, and she probably had no idea how far I had already been bent to their will. In my hands was a symbol of what they wanted, and Melissa had unknowingly provided it.

Almost ritualistically, I take the vinyl fabric in my hand and place its silk crotch against my pussy. The sensation of where the vinyl border is touching me is cool and slick; the red panty lining is soft and slightly warmer. 

I look down at my hand and try to contain my mounting excitement. The vinyl is a completely foreign experience to me. Pressing my hand harder into my pussy, I feel the crotch molding to my labia. Reaching behind me, my hand snakes between my legs and grabs the thong. I pull it up into the crease of my ass before taking one of the hip straps and buckling it. I do the same on the other side and as I tighten the second strap I watch as the vinyl tightens over my vagina. I further tighten each hip strap until the thong is tight against me and my pussy turned into a vinyl cameltoe.

I slip on the shoulder straps easily. The harness is beginning to enclose my body as I hook together the cups. I know immediately, that Melissa purposely undersized the cups. The effect of it was that my tits were held tight to my chest and looked as though they would pop out at any moment. However, they were quite secure. The last section of the harness was the back and neck. It ended in a tall choker and was connected to the front by a vertical strip. The choker even had an O-ring meant for a leash dangling at my throat. It took only a moment to finish fitting the harness. 

When I stopped the image was captivating. I'd never seen my body bound so tightly before nor had I ever worn anything so fundamentally erotic.

My eyes were fixated on my tightly cupped cunt. The image of me bound in such a taboo type of clothing seemed to exude a feminine sexuality that I had no experience with. It was at once liberating and objectifying. Looking at myself, I try to ignore the self-doubt and anxiety that tells me I'm somehow an imposter. Focusing, on my face, I force myself deeper into this new sensory experience. Slowly a smile eases onto my face, as I grow accustomed to how the lingerie is displaying my body. Spinning around, now almost carefree, I admire myself for a few more seconds before opening my other shopping bags so I can try on the new outfit. I know that tomorrow I'll be able to figure out which twin was the one who watched me and who fucked me. And when he sees me in this, I'll definitely be able to give my pussy and myself what I desire.

I chuckle inwardly at how easily aroused I am lately. Before all of this, I had always been rather horny and was steadily becoming more adventurous with my sexuality but the last few days had moved it to a completely different level. Though I still maintained a healthy attitude towards my body and sex life, a week ago I wouldn't have dreamed I would be doing the things I've done nor that I would be planning something even more outrageous.

I'm pulling out my skirt and thinking about how my top should best compliment the harness' choker when Melissa slips silently into the fitting room. Looking up from the hanger with a black top on it, my eyes go wide in surprise. Directly behind me is Melissa in her new top. I remember I had forgotten to lock the door a second time. From her expression, I can tell she had no expectation I would be wearing the harness. I'm sure she had thought I would have seen what it was and would of stormed into her room in shock. She surely hadn't expected me to slip it on the moment I had a chance. Dropping the top, I hear it bang off the bench as I turn around. My hands absent-mindedly run down my sides as if I were smoothing out a wrinkle in a suit.

Absurdly, my hands stray towards my breasts and vagina attempting to cover them. Her mouth is slightly open as she takes in my appearance. Almost automatically, she closes the door behind her. I notice jealously that her new outfit looks wonderfully attractive before she whispers slyly. "I knew you'd like it. I didn't think you'd put on in here though!" Taking my hands away, I make shushing motions at her. Her voice much louder than it should have been. I see that she is ignoring my hands and is instead focusing on my cleavage. "Damn girl, I didn't really think you'd even wear it."

I feel my face go instantly warm as her eyes drift down to my cameltoe. "I'm... I'm just trying it on," I stutter. Nervously, I readjust my glasses.

"I can see that!" she whispers. "But still, I thought for sure you would've killed me."

"I'm still going to!" I say. "It's just, I've never worn anything like this. I just wanted to try it on once..." I trail off in a whimsical voice.

"I don't know Janice you look like you belong in it. You weren't ever a dominatrix where you?" Melissa asks me with a pretend innocence. But her words have a strong impact on me. Immediately, when I had put it on, I felt my mind slip into the same near trance I had been in each time I had obeyed the twins' commands. The clothing had magnified my desires and even as I stand there all I can think about is touching myself. The tightness of the vinyl is seductively inviting me into a dangerous mood.

"Well if it's just for the one time, let me see all of it!" says Melissa eagerly.

"No way," I reply. "I was just trying it on. Let me take it off and get dressed. We can go then." When she had spoken it snapped me out of my reverie. I think to myself how amazingly easy it is becoming to give into my urges. 

Shaking her head, Melissa says, "Nuh-unh, I bought it. I at least get to see it. Come on! Just pose it a little. Do something!" Looking straight at me with a smile she says, "A little bit ago, I saw you naked. At least you got clothes on now..." she says with barely contained mirth.




The Office Ch. 08



Grinning despite my embarrassment, I say, "Yeah, sure, I guess. But if you tell anyone, I really will kill you." Melissa's eyes twinkle mischievously as I step out of my boots before I stick out my chest and ass. Still feeling slightly silly, I close my eyes pretending I'm dancing. I picture that I'm at the club tomorrow, in front of the twins. My hips slowly gyrate as I turn around, my booty shaking provocatively. My back arches as I bend forward, my hands touching the fitting room bench. I imagine it to be a table in front of Chris and Daniel. I can almost hear the music.

My breasts are cupped so tightly in the harness' bra that they don't even hang as I dip into a bend. I'm imagining my skirt lifting a little and just starting to reveal my bottom. I want him to remember being inside me and erupting into my vagina. In my imagination he suddenly has a hand on my ass. His skin is slightly cooler than my cheeks and I feel that coolness sliding over and onto the vinyl thong. Smiling, I indulge myself this momentary fantasy as I push my ass backwards. The hand is slipping lower almost between my legs.

A little moan breathlessly leaves my lips. I can feel his hand sliding up and then back down my cameltoe. His finger slides between my labia. I roll my tongue across my lips as my eyes open. The twins, the music, the club disappears from my vision. The temporary fantasy seems to have hardly lasted at all. I'm about to stand up and joke with Melissa when my eyes refocus. Directly behind me is Melissa. I notice her arm and follow it downwards until I suddenly register where her hand is. I whimper as her hand slides back through my legs. 

Melissa is looking right into my open eyes as her hand pauses directly over my pussy. "I knew you would like it," she whispers. "I overhead them talking, about how eager you are." Completely surprised, I freeze. My thoughts jump over the immediate experience of Melissa touching me and to the fact that they both knew. They had discussed it; they had both seen me naked in that video. But which of them had I fucked. Which of the two was bragging right now to the other about how I had shoved against a bathroom stall in an attempt to allow him deeper into my pussy. Words are tumbling out of Melissa's mouth as she explains how she's always wanted me, how she over heard the twins talking about what I had done, and how hot she had gotten when she saw me naked.

I feel Melissa's hand sliding away, a trail of intense desire following it. I continue to stay motionless, passively watching as her hand slides across my ass and is joined by her other hand. The two follow along my spine and then dive towards my breasts. Her hands reach for the bra clasp and I watch as my tits spill out. They feel amazing after being so tightly cupped but then I shiver with a wholly different sensation as Melissa palms my breasts. My nipples are pinched between her fingers as she kneads my tits. Her darker skin looks beautiful against the soft white of my breasts. Looking down, I watch as she pulls on my nipples. Her apple red nail polish competes with the darkening pink of my nipples.

As she kneads my breasts I try to speak. I want to tell her to stop. I don't want this. I want the twins. I want it to be their hands on my body, not Melissa's. Thoughts of how this would affect my work life, what she might say later, and about how much she knew were swirling around in my mind. I feel her fingers behind me, my thong being pulled tight as she unbuckles it. The crotch of the harness opens uncovering my pussy. I close my eyes slipping easily back into my fantasy.

Daniel or Chris? I can't put a name on it, but the face is the same. I moan for him as I feel his finger sliding into my pussy. He tightens his grip on my breast as his finger plums me. I feel him moving it inside me. I start to blush and warm as grow wetter, slowly he starts to finger me. I take a hand away from supporting me in order to attend to my other breast. I'm finding it hard to stand as his finger traces circles between my lips. I open my eyes, coming back to the fitting room. Melissa has hers closed. My hips are gyrating in rhythm with her hand, but I want more. I'm too hot for just being fingered. I pull my ass away from Melissa's hand as I stand up. Turning around, I watch as Melissa looks at me. My face is as flushed as hers. Almost sleepily, I pull her towards me, my tongue parting her plump lips.

She presses her lips tightly to mine. Our tongues playfully teasing each other before she pushes hers into my mouth. I suck longingly on it. Pausing momentarily, she moves her head back and then greedily licks each finger that had penetrated me. She moans softly when she tastes it. Hungrily, I resume our kissing, my pussy now a subtle flavor in her mouth. Against my body, I feel her lifting the skirt she must have just tried on and then sliding out of her thong. She pushes me back. I slide down onto the bench. Looking down, I see the front of the harness covering my bush. Melissa's skirt falls to the floor and then a second later her shirt follows it. I watch as she pulls open her bra. Suddenly, they're in my face as she straddles me on the bench. Our pussies are inches apart. Mentally, my fantasy is breaking down as it begins to different from what I'm experiencing. But there is little thought of stopping.

Pulling her tits into my waiting mouth, I feel her sit down on my legs as her arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry Jani, but when I overheard them talking about you..." She's apologizing this time. Telling me that she can't control herself. She just couldn't stand how beautiful I had looked when I was naked. 

My tongue is rolling over her stiff nipple, eliciting soft moans and whimpers. She pushes them harder into my mouth. Her areolas are just wider than my lips and I suck on them greedily. "I knew you were adventurous. I heard them say so many nasty things about you..." Melissa moans as my hand finds her soaked vagina. She leans against me and sighs into my ear. "But I didn't think you were like this. I had no idea, Jani." My body is craving release. I can feel Melissa's snatch beginning to drip onto mine. I feel Melissa growing restless as I continue with my quickening pace.

Suddenly, her breast is slipping out of my mouth. I feel her holding me back as she steps off my lap. Her body is moving downwards and her hands are pushing my legs apart. I realize what's coming and I want it. I watch as her red lips descend towards my waiting cunt and lean back, completely relaxed. For the briefest of moments, she hesitates before her tongue darts out to gather up my nectar. Reflexively, my legs widen as I feel her silky smooth tongue teasing me playfully. Unbeknownst to and below me, Melissa is furiously rubbing her wet slit with her thong.

My eyes roll upwards; I'm thoroughly lost in a haze of contentment. It makes no difference to me at this point that Melissa is not a man. The simple fact that she was privy to such a lurid conversation has me in a frenzy. She desires me because of what I've done, because of what I've done at the orders of the twins.

My muscles tighten as her hands dip into the space between my legs. I feel her fingers searching for my opening. Her fingers pierce me. What I feel is amazing. Her fingers suddenly filling my pussy until her hand is pressed hard against my labia feel Melissa pulling, upward, I gasp as she almost brings my ass off the bench. There's a sudden wetness welling inside of me and then with the exiting of her fingers comes my juice.

I'm completely unprepared for the sudden swift orgasm and my body shakes. I feel my cum oozing out from between my lips and Melissa's wet hand pushing at my legs. "Oh my god, Janice. You're incredible." Melissa is in front of me, her fingers in her mouth looking for all the world like a little girl sucking on a piece of candy. Her eyes focus intently on my seeping pussy, I hear a soft moan and then watch her tongue flick over her lips. I know she is savoring my lingering taste. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispers. 

Before I can convey my own sense of astonishment to her, I see her lips are forming a perfect cherry colored "O" as they descend onto my womanhood. I nearly scream out when her tongue slips completely and for the first time through my wet folds. The dressing room blacks out. I never notice her hand pushing a glistening thong into my face. On my next breath is every minute smell of Melissa's desperate pussy.