0 comments/ 28492 views/ 1 favorites Office Call By: goddess74 Fantasies are crazy things. For years you have them, some reoccurring. Many of us have made lists of places you want to do it, and try, most of the time unsuccessfully, to cross off the list one by one. I made a list one night with my girlfriends at the bar, and not too surprisingly, we all wanted the same crazy passionate sex as the other. Out of the six of us, I was the only one to have this fantasy. Once I went into detail though, they all agreed they would want to try it too. Since it seemed a unique thought in the beginning, I decided to write a story describing my perfect execution of this fantasy…. ~~~~~~~~~~ I stepped out of my car and grabbed the picnic basket on the passenger seat. I adjusted my jacket and headed in. The night watchman was at his desk and I smiled sweetly. “Working late?” he asked. “Nope, just meeting someone for dinner who is. 14th floor.” “Sign in and go right ahead, Ma’am.” The security cameras behind him showed the entire building, all at different angles and stages of closing down for the night. I gave him another sweet smile and thanked him, headed to the elevators. It made my wicked mood even better to have a nice normal conversation, knowing that I was only wearing a teddy and stockings under my jacket. In the elevator, I decided to enhance the private game I was playing by parting my jacket and adjusting my stockings. With my hand high on my firm, stocking clad thigh, I looked into the security camera and winked. Merry Christmas, Buddie! The fourteenth floor chimed and I gathered myself together and stepped off into the dimly lit reception area. I knew Paul’s office was down the hall a bit and decided not to buzz him, but to surprise him. I stood at the door to his office for a minute watching him. His dark hair, trimmed neatly, brushed his forehead, as he bent forward over the papers on his desk. His strong hands worked easily as he changed figures on the page. Heat flooded me with the thought of what else those hands were good for…. “Did someone order dinner?” I asked softly. He looked up and his smoky eyes instantly darkened at the sight of my long coat. We had joked around about this night for a long time, but he never took me seriously when I told him to beware of a night he has to work late. I stepped into the office and he dropped the pencil, his important report no longer a thought. I walked around the desk and sat the picnic basket on his desk. He pulled me between his knees and kissed me hungrily. Flames coursed through my blood and it took me a second to pull back and take control again. “I brought your favorites.” I said as I stepped back, taking the basket to the end table by his couch. There was food, wine, candles, and a CD for the mood. Handing him the music, I joking told him to make himself useful. His eyes, still dark, danced at my Domineering tone, and he shuffled off to do my bidding. When he returned to the couch, I took a sip of wine, and then drew him close for a soft kiss, letting him taste the sweetness on my lips. He moaned softly, and before he could attack, I pulled back and grabbed a square of cheese to feed to him. He took the cheese and let his tongue flicker on my fingertip. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Paul’ kisses, soft lips and wicked tongue were always the one thing I couldn’t resist. All of a sudden the meal was forgotten. My hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him to me for hot and passionate kiss. I pulled him further, until his weight pressed me into the couch. Gasps and moans flowed into the music coming from the speakers, as if the composer meant for them to be there. He drew back the coat and growled low in his throat when he saw the black teddy with matching stockings that were hidden from him. He lowered his mouth to my breasts and ravished me there. I laced my fingers through his hair to hold him there. If his lips were my weakness, my breasts were his. He pulled back long enough to undo his pants, and while I lay there watching, I pinched my nipples, teasing him to return quickly to me. We met again, hotter and crazier than before…He entered me in one swift thrust, fireworks bursting behind his eyes. I came instantly and cried out. Fast and furious, he kept pumping faster and faster. All of a sudden, he slowed and then he raised his head, as if listening to something and then jumped up, pulling me with him. “Someone’s coming! You gotta hide!” I scrambled under the only thing in the room that could hide a person: his desk. He threw his pants and my jacket under there with me. He had just sat down in the desk chair when a knock came on the door and it was one of his associates, Matt. A wicked grin crossed my face. Still naked from the waist down, hidden cleverly from view, Paul had no way of stopping me from terrorizing him, with Matt right there in the room. I traced my nails up his thigh and a small gasp escaped his lips. The conversation continued over my head as I lowered it to his lap. He was hard as a rock and trembling as I took him all the way into my throat. Slowing and gently I worked my tongue, lips and fingertips up and down the length of him. I could hear him answering Matt’s questions in small, one-syllable words, and worked hard not to laugh. I heard them say their goodbyes, and increased my efforts. As soon as the door closed behind Matt, a low and deep growl greeted me as he came hard and fast. I drank every drop and moaned as the power of his release shook me. Moments passed before Paul said anything. Then, he pulled back in the chair and helped me up from under the desk. “Well, my dear, you finally did it.” He said, drawing me onto his lap with a sigh. “You caught me off guard. Surprising me so much I couldn’t think straight. Too bad for you, it didn’t last long.” Returning his smile I replied, “and why is that?” “I remember this fantasy of yours…. surprising me at work, dressed sexy and fucking like animals all over the room…but do remember my additions to that???” Flames streaked across my cheeks as the memories of the conversation hit me. “Of course I do…. and since you were so nice to oblige me, I can’t say no, can I???” I giggled. “No, you can’t” he replied, standing up and gathering me to him. We kissed again, soft at first, then hotter as his passion grew again. He guided me to the window that spanned the entire back wall of his office. The night was clear, and you could see the entire city clearly. You could also see your reflection in the glass (me in my teddy and stockings, him in just his dress shirt and socks) Turning me to face him again, he kissed me hard and rough….His fingers grasped my hair and tugged gently. My stomach dropped as I groaned….GOD! That makes me wet! Paul chuckled and turned me slowly until I faced the city. My hands went to the window for balance and he slid in my tight ass nice and slow…my knees buckled at the delicious sensations it raced through my blood. Reaching around and grabbing my breasts, he worked me hard and fast, fucking me in only the way he can. I came twice, three times, again and again until I begged for him to stop in the same breath I begged for him to fuck me harder. Grabbing my tits, and squeezing them hard, he came with deep rough thrusts. Standing there for a minute afterward, I glanced out at the city and thought “some fantasies are better left as just that, fantasies to think about but never to do, but not this one! “ Office Call Do not post this story at any other site without this authors permission. Just ask nicely. ***** She entered his domain quietly, the only sound was the clicking of her heels on the tiled floor, and the soft, swishing sound of the full-length leather coat she wore, as it moved with her body. He sat quietly in the chair behind his desk, watching her as she neared him. Her long dark hair flowing into the hood of her coat; some of it falling softly around her face. She came to a halt in front of him just out of his reach. In a low, sultry voice, she spoke to him, “Hi baby, I’m here.” Slowly she pulled open the full-length coat revealing her body underneath, clad only in a pair of black, lace, bikini panties. Black leather boots, with 2-inch heels, came a quarter of the way up her calves on her feet. His gaze dropped slightly, not expecting this. She saw this and grinned impishly, before their eyes met. He stood and walked to her, taking her in his arms, his hands slipping inside the coat, touching her body. He ran his hands all over her body, exploring her. She was new to him, yet she wasn’t. He had had her many times in his mind, but now she was physically his... she was actually here in his office and in his arms. She tipped her head back and ran her tongue over his bottom lip, before sucking it gently into her mouth. His hands continuing to explore. Slowly, he pushed the coat back over her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor around her. He took her again in his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then he moved to her neck, where he began running his tongue over her, tasting her cologne. The smell of her making him drunk with want. He slowly began working his way down her body. His tongue tasting her breasts, full and heavy. Then down over her stomach. His tongue diving suddenly into her belly button, causing a gasp from her. As he reached her panties, he pressed his face in against her pussy, breathing in her musky scent. Moving up slightly he got the top of her panties in his mouth and began pulling them down with his teeth. His hands coming up her thighs over her ass to gently help pull the panties off of her. His hands slid down over her ass taking the panties with them, his teeth pulling them down in the front. He pulled them over her boots, the chains on her boots jingling slightly. She lifted her foot and he pulled the panties off. Then she lifted the other foot and he pulled them completely off. His hands sliding back up over the boots, up over her calves to her thighs. Moving to the inside of her thighs and up until he touched the softness of her pussy hair. He ran his hand over the hair, closing his hand around it. Leaning in, he kissed her stomach, as his hands opened her to him. She took a step outward, spreading her legs wider for him. His mouth dipping down to taste her. Hands spreading her pussy lips wide, his tongue darted over her clit, making her gasp with surprise and pleasure. His tongue working over her, darting back and forth over her. Suddenly he sucked her into his mouth, as her breath caught in her throat. Her hands running through his dark hair; down over his wide shoulders; down over his strong arms. Touching him softly with her fingertips. Her touch setting him on fire. Once he had her clit securely in his mouth, his hands moved around to her ass. He cupped her ass cheeks and suddenly pulled her into him, burying his face in her. Moans of pleasure escaping from her as her head dropped back in exctasy, her nails raking along his arms and shoulders. Getting to his feet, be brought himself to his full height of over 6’. Taking her in his arms, he scooped her nude body up, and carried her to the desk. He placed her on it, then sat down in the chair facing her. Going into his desk, he retrieved two long, leather laces. He secured first one booted foot to the chair, then the other. Her legs spread open revealing herself to him. He grasped the heels of her boots and leaned forward, his tongue finding her again. He could feel her trying to move, but she was at his mercy. Her feet securely tied to the chair; his hands grasping the heels of her boots, rendering her helpless to move away. Her hands behind her supporting her, she pushed her hips forward as his tongue entered her. His tongue moving slowly in and out of her. Her head falling back, her back arching, she let him continue to probe her with his tongue. Sliding the chair back, her legs straightening, he reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her to him. Her ass close to the edge of the desk now. Standing now, he eased her body down onto the desk, her head hanging over the edge. He stepped over her legs carefully and walked around to the front of the desk. There he pulled his shirt over his head. Then undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He removed his underwear and stepped closer to her. Her long hair cascading down, he stepped into her and she reached to take his cock in her hand. He was already semi-hard. She reached back with her other hand touching his hip, drawing him to her. His cock touching her lips, she opened her mouth to take him. His hands reaching down to twine in her hair and hold her head as he began to pump in and out of her waiting mouth. Her hand reaching down to caress and squeeze his balls. He continued to fuck her mouth as his hands caressed her breasts and then slid down her stomach. He stepped back slightly so he wouldn’t choke her and slid his finger in over her exposed clit. Her body writhing as he stroked her. Her mouth working at his cock. Wetness spread over his hand as she came under his touch and he pulled out of her mouth. Lifting her head, he kissed her passionately. He was about to explode but he held off. He wanted to explode inside of her. He walked back around behind the desk, stepping over her legs again. He pulled her ass closer to him until her head was resting on the desk. He rubbed his cock around her exposed pussy. She arched toward him, but he pulled back, teasing her. “Please?” she begged. He stepped into her again. The head of his throbbing cock touching her opening. Putting his hands on her hips, he eased himself into her, gently taking her. He moved into her easily, as she opened herself to him. He reached up grasping her shoulders and thrust deep into her, as she cried out in pleasure. He pulled almost completely out of her and thrust again. Her body arching as her juices flowed over him, and around him as he continued to pump into her. He began pumping harder and he felt her struggling to get out of the bonds that held her feet. “Please? Untie me so I can wrap my legs around you,” she begged. “No,” he told her in short gasps. “I have you where I want you.” Fucking her quicker now, her struggling only exciting him more. He was in control. Pushing deeper with each stroke, his balls slapping against her ass. With one last hard stroke, he shot his seed deep into her as she screamed his name. Reaching under her, he pulled her shaking body into his arms, kissing her. Her body jerking in his arms as his cock jerked inside her. He held her for a long time, going soft inside her. When he finally went soft enough, he slipped out of her and stepped back to sit down in the chair. While they rested, he undid the leather laces, which held her feet. He removed her boots and placed her feet between his legs, so she could rest her legs. When she had rested her legs for a few minutes, her feet slipped up his thighs. He took her feet and placed them around his cock. Still wet from her, her feet slid easily up and down the length of him. Soon, he was hard and ready to go again. Taking her feet away from him, she slipped to the floor, getting her legs back under her. She turned away from him and leaned over the desk. His hands spread her as his cock slid deep into her cunt again. Bending his knees slightly and pushing up, lifting her off her feet. Bending and lifting her as she moaned his name over and over. He drove deeper and deeper, burying himself completely in her. Her hands clenching and unclenching the edge of the desk. He rode her steadily, pumping in and out of her. Driving in and out of her. Her hand reached down between her legs and she began rubbing her clit as he thrust in and out of her. He pulled her body up off of the desk, slightly, and pulled her with him back to the chair. Still inside her, he eased himself down into the chair, pulling her into his lap, impaling her. She laid her head back against his shoulder, turning her head to the right to kiss him. His hand running down over her breast. The other hand moving over her hip and down to her pussy. His finger slid back and forth, over her clit, feeling it harden as he continued to pump inside her. His strong arms wrapped around her. Working his finger in small circles over her clit he felt her cum flow over him again. Running out and down over his balls. She reached back taking his head in her hands, pulling his lips to hers as she arched her back, pushing him deep into her. Once again, he exploded in her. Knowing that this might be their first and last time together ever, they were determined to leave one another satisfied. “I love you,” she whispered in her ear. She turned, looking him in the eyes. “I love you too, baby!” Then she kissed him once again. She eased off of him and started retrieving her boots, panties and coat. As she bent to pull on her panties, he came up behind her and grabbed her hips. “You are wonderful!” She turned to him smiling and said, “You ain’t too bad yourself.” He took her in his arms again, kissing her again, neither of them wanting to break the embrace. She lay her head on his chest, and he continued to hold her. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he whispered. “I can’t miss my flight,” she replied. “Okay,” he said turning her loose. She slipped the boots and coat back on. Kissing him once more she then turned and headed for the door. When she reached the door, she turned to him again. Grinning impishly she said, “See you online, baby! I love you.” 5-2-99 Office Call I knew I shouldn't call, but I called anyway. I should be glad that there is a loyal man left out there. I shouldn't tempt him. But I was missing his touch. Needing to go there again. The call was short and sweet. "I need your opinion on something," I said with a smile. I knew that he would know immediately that I was teasing but I figured it would take a few minutes for him to figure out that I had only called to seduce him. "Something very delicate." I paused. He didn't say anything. I am sure he was caught off guard, wondering if he should make a serious response or if he should respond to my teasing tone. "Something pressing," I added barely above a whisper. "OK," he responded cautiously. "Can we do this over the phone? Or do you need to come in?" "I definitely need to come," I paused for only a second, "in." That was easy enough, I thought. "And since this is really of a personal nature, do you think it would be best if you stay late and I meet you there around 6:00?" I made sure my tone was light and teasing so he would know it was a proposition. This was his opening. If he wasn't interested, he would say he couldn't stay late and that I could ask him over the phone or come in during regular hours. If he was planning on being good, this was his chance to prevent all mixed signals, all hints of impropriety. The silence made me uncomfortable. Was he going to turn me down? "Make it 6:30," he finally said. His voice was quiet. A little unsure. I knew he wanted me there but that he also knew it was a bad idea, given his current relationship situation. Still..... it would be good. And some days everyone needs good. There wasn't much left to say after that, so I quickly said my goodbyes and hung up. I was nervous. I am not in the habit of seducing men, especially men who are in serious relationships with other women. But my life had been a little crazy, and I hadn't had the time or energy to put into a relationship. So, being in a little lull with work, I started getting antsy. I needed a man who would kiss me. Touch me in all the right places. Make me beg and scream and claw at the sheets. I didn't really want to bother with looking for Mr. Right. I wasn't really even interested in looking for a new lover. I just wanted to be made love to by a man who didn't need instructions, one who already knew every inch of my body, one who would take me where I needed to go again and again. There is comfort in the familiar. And in this case, there is also screaming, clawing, biting, sweaty orgasms in the familiar. Too many nights alone, I had replayed those fabulous orgasms over and over my head. And tonight I planned on living them out again. I walked to the door of his office and stopped on the steps. I could see inside but not all the way to his desk. I could see shadows moving but that would be expected. He never sits still. I could hear music drifting from his office but it wasn't loud enough to identify. I placed my hand on the knob and tried to turn it. He had locked it when everyone else left for the day. I knocked softly. He popped out of his office and headed straight for the door. "I didn't hear you out here," he said apologetically. "No problem," I replied. I looked up into his eyes and tried to read him. I am sure there was excitement but also a little hesitation. Guilt maybe? Or did he think he deserved the little diversion for what he puts up with? I wasn't sure but I didn't plan to ask. I really wasn't interested in small talk at all. I took two steps towards him and leaned up until my lips were almost touching his. Our eyes were locked together. Both of us hesitated, waiting for the other. I wanted to kiss him. Even more I wanted him to kiss me. To take me in his arms and kiss me until I lost my breath. Instead, we stood practically nose to nose, not daring to break that gaze, waiting to see who wanted to be in control tonight. I leaned in about half a step and whispered, "I want to taste you." I was so close that my lips brushed his lips in a fluttery motion as I spoke. He swallowed hard. I had surprised him. Caught him off guard. I liked him a little off balance, I discovered. I smiled. Without kissing him, I turned and walked towards his office. There were too many windows in the reception area and I wasn't going to risk causing trouble for him by getting him caught. He followed close on my heels. "Did you have a good day?" he asked. He was close. Very close. But I ignored him. I wasn't interested in small talk. My silence made him uncomfortable and he asked another question. Another question that I wasn't interested in answering. We had made it to his office by this point. I stopped and turned facing him, then slid onto his desk sitting facing him. "You really don't want to know," I finally answered, reaching for his tie and using it to pull him to me. "I think what you really want to know is if I plan on having a good night." I smiled a coy smile, locking gazes again. I could tell it unnerved him like he thought I was trying to look directly into his soul. But that was the desired effect. "And I can assure you, it's going to be one hell of a night." I pulled him the last two inches to me so his lips were almost touching mine. Then I leaned into him and brushed my lips against his in a very soft gentle kiss. I felt a tightness in my chest. I had missed those kisses more than I wanted to admit. I pulled him closer and kissed him more passionately. I felt him hesitate, then his hands went to the side of my face. Just one move and suddenly the power had shifted. Suddenly he was the one kissing me, stroking my face, crushing my lips under his, taking my breath away. His hands slipped from my face and slid down my shoulders without breaking the kiss. I felt his palms flat against my breasts, nothing but the thin silk fabric of my blouse between his hand and my nipples. A soft noise escaped his lips as my nipples reacted to his touch, a noise that was sort of a cross between a moan, a sigh, and a growl. Just a small involuntary reaction. He grasped my nipples through the silk, holding them between his thumb and middle finger while he flicked across the top with his index finger. My back arched and my head rolled back slightly, a whimper escaping my lips while his mouth went to my neck, kissing from right below my ear to the hollow at the base of my throat, then back up to my ear. "You like that?" he whispered roughly in my ear as he pinched both nipples hard. My body responded making my answer unnecessary. But still, he wanted to hear it. He pinched harder and asked again. "Is that what you want?" I parted my legs and pulled him to me, wrapping my legs around him, my feet hooked around his thighs from behind, holding me there tight. I could hear myself cry out, eyes closed, back arched, as he twisted my nipples hard. My panties were wet. So wet that I knew I probably had a damp spot on the back of my skirt. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that he was watching me, probably smiling as he made me want him more than I had ever wanted anything. His hands slid across my silky blouse, back to my face. He took my face between his hands and pulled me back to him, kissing me softly again. His fingers moved from my face to the back of my head, twisting in my hair as he moved. He was holding me tight, kissing me hard. I wanted him inside of me. But I remembered what I had come here for. Not to let him bend me over his desk and fuck me, although that didn't sound bad. At least not under the right circumstances. But I wanted something else. I wanted the thing that had been waking me up in the middle of the night all week.... Driving me to distraction. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. Unwrapping my legs from around him and breaking the kiss, I pushed him back slightly. I slid off the desk and caught him by the hand, leading him to his chair on the other side of the desk. "Have a seat," I said sweetly. He looked a little confused but didn't protest. He trusted that he would like whatever came next. I dropped to my knees in front of him and leaned in towards him, raising my face to him. He leaned down and kissed me, first stroking my cheek, then running his fingertips across my neck and to the buttons of my blouse. I continued to kiss him, or maybe I was being kissed by him. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. But either way, I enjoyed the sensation of his lips against mine, parting my lips with his kiss and exploring my mouth with his tongue, gently sucking my bottom lip between his lips, then kissing my harder as our tongues danced circles around each other. And while I was losing myself in that kiss, his fingers unfastened the buttons on my blouse, exposing my breasts since I wasn't wearing a bra. His fingers found my nipples once again, rolling them between his fingers, sending little electric shocks directly to my pussy. I reached between his legs, stroking the growing bulge beneath his pants. He was hard. Throbbing hard. There was a little wet spot on this crotch. That first drop of pre-cum. I wanted to taste it. My fingers fumbled with the button on his pants, still kissing him, still squirming under the waves of pleasure his hands on my breasts were sending through my body. But I managed to get him unbuttoned and unzipped, reaching my hand in his pants and wrapping my hand around his hot hard cock. I'm sure I whimpered again in anticipation. This was what I wanted. Pulling away from him I lowered my mouth to his hard cock. Slowly and deliberately I pressed my tongue flat against the head. There was that salty sticky drop that told me how excited he was. I licked and tasted his excitement. I felt a little shudder of pleasure go through my body. He would never have any idea how much I liked tasting him. How much I liked feeling him hard under my tongue. How much I loved it when he used my mouth for his pleasure. There was no way he could ever know that this was what I fantasized about in my bed late at night when I touched myself and made myself cum. I parted my lips and slowly slid the head of his cock between my warm and waiting lips. I kissed it softly at first, then increased the pressure, slightly sucking at his cock. My hot tongue swirled in circles around the smooth head. I loved feeling the smooth skin against my soft lips. I loved tasting the little drops of stickiness leaking out of his cock. Still with the head of his cock in my mouth, I parted my lips a little and leaned down into him. His cock slipped into my mouth slowly, inch by inch. I remembered the first time I ever took him in my mouth. As I slid his length into my mouth he had told me barely above a whisper, soft and slow, guiding my head the way he liked it. He probably hadn't known at the time how much those words had turned me on. Nothing turns me on more than a man who will guide me exactly how he wants me to make love to him. I like instructions because it gives me the knowledge that I need to eventually be the best lover her ever had. I love being told what he wants. The more detailed the better. I love being guided by his hands exactly where he wants my mouth. I still remember vividly the moment we were in bed and he put his hand on my head, gently pressing me down and sweetly said, "Suck my cock." Just hearing him say those words made me instantly cream in my panties. And feeling his hands on the back of my head gently pushing my head down on his cock had been enough to almost make me cum. And now, on my knees on his office floor, kneeling between his feet with his hard cock between my lips, his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me at just the speed it felt best to him, I could feel my panties soaking wet between my thighs. Oh so slowly I wrapped my lips around the smooth head of his cock, sucking lightly, running my tongue in circles around it. I could feel his breathing quicken, a small shudder running through his body, and I knew it felt good. Slowly I moved my mouth down, caressing the shaft with my lips as I took him deeper in my mouth, no hurry, just sliding his hard cock into my mouth. I pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I could feel the head of his cock bump against the back of my throat. I swallowed to keep from gagging and paused, holding the head of his cock deep in my throat, then slowly pulling back out until the head was between my lips. I pulled back just a little more until my lips were puckered against the head, then licked the tip with the flat of my tongue. I could taste him and that taste was driving me crazy. Maybe it was from coming of age in the mid-80's when we all were scared into safe sex, maybe it was just the taboo of it all after all of those years of it being off-limits, but I loved to taste him. I loved to make him cum in my mouth, knowing that I had taken him in the most intimate way possible, knowing I had taken all he had to give. That was the moment that ran through my fantasies most often lately when I was alone, touching myself, remembering making love to him with my mouth, remembering his hot sticky cum filling my mouth while his fingers were tangled in my hair, pulling me to him, holding me there while he climaxed. That was the thought that had been invading my dreams, waking me up in the middle of the night, restless and sweaty, damp with arousal. I was so aroused just feeling him in my mouth, I wanted to crawl up in his lap, straddle him, wrap my legs around his waist, and fuck him until I came hard. But I resisted, mostly because I knew I would cum almost instantly when he slid inside of me. Way too fast. So I teased him with the tip of my tongue, licking firmly all the way down the length of his shaft, stopping at his balls to caress them with my tongue. Gently I took them in my mouth, not sucking, just holding them there while I massaged them with my tongue. Then licking back up to the head, this time firmer with the flat of my tongue, and wrapping my lips back around the head, swirling my tongue, sucking gently, before swallowing the length of his cock again. This time I took the entire length in my mouth in one smooth stroke, feeling the head against the back of my throat, my nose pressed to his stomach, relaxing my throat to take him all, then pulling away again so my lips were on the head. "Yes," he whispered. "Suck my cock." That was all the encouragement I needed. Just hearing him say the words aroused me even more. I liked it when he told me what to do. The fingers of his right hand twisted into my hair, holding my head where he wanted. His left hand went down to my bare breast, stroking, searching for my sensitive nipple, and finally finding it. Rolling my nipple between his fingers hard enough to make me squirm beneath his touch, he began guiding my mouth up and down on his hard cock. Slow and steady, he began fucking my mouth. Still sitting in his chair so he couldn't really thrust into my mouth, he pulled me down slowly, forcing his cock deep in my throat, holding it there, then pulling me up, over and over. Just the way I like it... his choice, his speed, his rhythm. I knew he was only thinking about how good it felt. About how he wanted it. And that excited me even more. I shifted enough to slip the fingers of my left hand into my panties. Just a gentle pressure on my clit. I was so excited that I knew I could cum if I started rubbing it. I wrapped my right hand around the base of his cock and started stroking slowly up and down as he guided my mouth up and down on his hard cock. As he pulled me up so my lips were resting on the head of his throbbing cock, I looked up at him. He was watching me, watching his cock slide in and out of my mouth, watching it disappear between my lips, watching the look of ecstasy on my face. I liked knowing he was watching me suck his cock. I liked knowing that later he would remember looking down into my eyes and seeing his cock between my lips. The arousal became overwhelming. I wanted to taste him. I rubbed my clit a little. My hips involuntarily rolled towards my fingers, wanting more. He closed his eyes and pulled me down harder and faster, pulling me up until his cock is completely out of my mouth, then back down again, hard and deep, over and over. I pressed my tongue to the underside just to add pressure, wanting to feel him cum. I could feel him throbbing, literally throbbing, in my mouth. I stroked harder with my hand as my mouth went up and down, still not very fast but definitely with force. I felt the tingle in my pussy and the little throbs starting in my clit. I paused and gasped slightly, wanting to lay back and spread my legs and let him bury his cock deep inside of me, wanting to cum hard and fast. But I resisted. I still wanted him in my mouth. I still wanted to taste him. I still wanted to know that I can pleasure him like this. "Fuck." I hear him whisper, then pause slightly. I knew he was at the point where he would stop with anyone who didn't want to make him cum in her mouth. But he knows I want it. Even though he wasn't pulling my mouth up and down on him anymore, I kept going. I sucked the entire length of his cock into my mouth and paused, loving the way it hits deep, then out again, stroking firmly, sucking the head, then going back down again as deep as I could take him. I felt him throbbing and knew that he was cumming. I tasted him. Just a drop at first, then the gush of hot salty cum. I went down on him deep, letting the cum gush across the back of my throat, barely having to swallow as it shot down my throat. He twisted my nipple hard still in his left hand. I would have cried out from the mixture of pain and pleasure but I couldn't even make a muffled sound with his throbbing cock so deep in my mouth, spasming and filling my mouth with his cum. I rubbed my clit faster, but really all I had to do was barely touch and I was cumming, my body rocking and quivering, still holding him in my mouth. I let the waves of my own orgasm roll over me still holding him in my mouth. Then finally, relaxing, letting him go and resting my head on his thigh for a minute. I could feel his fingers stroking my hair, playing with a stray curl. I knew he was watching me, wondering what next since we had just stepped back over the line of intimacy. I kept my eyes closed, just enjoying the peaceful moment, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he wouldn't be able to just sit still and breathe in the good feeling. I wanted to just curl up and enjoy the moment, but I knew that in contrast to the calm I felt, his head would be spinning soon, if it wasn't already. I didn't want to be left clinging to the moment as he was pulling away. So I pulled away first. Buttoning my shirt, smoothing my skirt, leaning against his desk and looking down at him still sitting in his chair zipping back up, I smiled. "Just what I wanted," I said with a mischievous grin. He reached out and placed his hand on my inner thigh. "That was kind of one-sided," he said. "I'm sure I could think of some way to return the favor." I thought about the way his mouth felt on my pussy. I thought about the way he kissed me, touched me, made me cum over and over with his tongue. Yes, definitely, I am sure he could think of some way to return the favor. A way that would make me very very happy. But not tonight. I stood up, letting his hand trail down my leg as I pulled away. "Next time," I smiled. "Next time you can just do me twice." He stood and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, hugging me tight. "You sure?" I rested my head on his shoulder for just a second, pressing my face in the crook between his collar bone and neck, inhaling deeply. I love the way he smells. "Yeah, I really have to go." I leaned up and kissed him lightly on the cheek and smiled. I always knew exactly what it was, but that still didn't keep me from liking it so much that I didn't want it to end. Office Call "Call me when you're ready," I said, walking to my car with a smile. I knew I would crawl in bed with the taste of his cum still on my lips and make myself cum again remembering how good his hard cock felt sliding into my mouth. Office Call I had a call to go to some company in Center City. Seems their network wasn't communicating with their all-in-one copier/printer/fax machine. As I came into the office, I thought I recognized the woman across the room. It looked like a pic from a woman who was an online friend. We never met, but were emailing back and forth hoping for a get together for an MMF with her boyfriend. She appeared busy so I couldn't get a good look without blatantly staring. I did notice she had on a white button down blouse with the first button between her breasts undone, showing nice cleavage. I began to feel a stirring in my pants. I was startled when a woman greeted me. She saw where my eyes were looking and grinned. She then led me to the copier room to show me the faulty copier. As the door closed she saw me trying to get one more glimpse of her. "That's Rebecca. I think she may be out of your reach." With my thought confirmed, I felt my cock start to grow. Since I don't wear underwear, I was a bit nervous that this woman might notice. "Oh! Why is that?" I asked. "She's taken and he's about 10 years her junior." She said looking as if apologizing. As she left, I assessed the trouble. I was quick to find a loose cable and quickly reset it. As I left the room looking for the same person to who led me in, to sign the paperwork, I noticed Rebecca got up with papers in her hand and seemed to head towards the copier room. She was wearing a black skirt with a nice slit up the left side, showing almost enough thigh to be obscene in the work place. My arousal returned causing some discomfort. As she got close, I turned so she wouldn't see my face. Before the door closed, I slipped in behind her, unnoticed. I bent down over my tool bag before she could see me. She was startled as I moved my tools, then she asked "Are you here to fix this thing?" "Yes I am. I think I got it. Perhaps you might want to find more papers that need copies so I can see if I did resolve the problem." She left and soon returned with a nice pile of papers. I pretended to be on the phone so I would not have to face her. Why? I have no idea. It just appealed to me. After about 20 pages were copied, she bent forward to lean on the copier. Her ass seemed to stick out further than normal for that position, but who was I to complain. Absent-mindedly, my left hand found my crotch as I got harder and harder. My breathing began to get heavy. I saw her stick her ass out a bit more, or was it my horniness and wishful thinking? She then sighed. It was from boredom, but in my state of arousal, it sounded more like a moan. I stepped forward. Soon my crotch was so close, that I was actually thinking of rubbing it against her when she moved slightly, causing her ass to rub against me. Again she seemed startled and my imagination heard her "Oh!" more like a pleasantly surprised "Ohhhh!" My arms quickly went around her, grabbing both tits. Startled, she shrieked. My left hand quickly covered her mouth as my body pinned her to the machine. She struggled, only causing my hard-on to become harder. I spoke harshly, but just above a whisper in her right ear, "Be QUIET!!!" She stopped moving, now in fear. My right hand pulled up her skirt as I was now looking at her hot, naked ass checks split by the string of a thong. I began to caress her right cheek as I felt her shudder slightly. I was unsure if it was excitement or fear, but now my excitement was all I cared about. "What a nice ass you have, Rebecca." Whispering her name caused her to stiffen with confusion. I could tell her mind was racing wondering who this guy was that knew her name, and was now forcing himself on her. My hand reluctantly left her ass and went to my zipper, freeing my cock that was straining to get out. I began to rub my cockhead all over the nakedness of her ass. My right hand found its way up the front of her blouse as I fondled her through your bra. It felt great, but I wanted, needed to feel her nakedness. I pulled her bra up, freeing both tits as my right hand mauled her nipple between thumb and forefinger. I pushed harder against her. She now felt the length of my 7" cock against her bare ass. Suddenly I felt a change in her. Her struggle to get free now her trying to grind her ass against my cock. I took a chance and lowered my left hand from her mouth down to her left tit. I froze in fear for a moment until I heard a moan instead of a scream. My hand traveled further down until it found her thong-covered pussy. The front of it was soaked. All fear left me as I pushed her thong down enough so my hand was against now rubbing a smooth-shaven pussy. Two fingers quickly found her opening as I shoved them into her. Rebecca groaned with pleasure as she lowered her head onto her forearms that were on the copier. I dropped to my knees and buried my face into that soft, gorgeous ass. My tongue found her slit as my nose pressed against her forbidden hole. She moaned so loud, I feared being caught. My right hand moved to her clit and I furiously frigged it. Her breathing became raspy. "Oh yes! I'm gonna cum. Don't stop. Don't stop." She got louder. "That's it. That's it. YESSS!" She screamed into her forearm trying to muffle the scream from the orgasm. I no longer cared if we were caught or not. I needed to fuck! I pulled her skirt down. She stepped out of it and spread her legs wide, inviting me to fuck her, as if an invitation was needed. I grasped my cock as I got up and aimed myself at her pussy. She began to rub her clit. As I placed my cockhead at her opening, she pushed back into me, not wanting to wait and sighed "Yeessss." I slapped her ass "What a slut!!! You can't wait can you?" No response. SLAP! "Can you?" "Please! Give me that cock." I slowly withdraw, and plunge deep again. I repeat this a few times as I pick up speed. Soon Rebecca was cumming again. As her orgasm subsided she tries to turn to face me. I pushed her face forward, "DON'T!!!" She quivered at the forcefulness of my voice. "Please...stop teasing. Give me that cock!!!" I pushed forward hard and stayed that way for a moment. I went to grab her tits again, but found she had opened her blouse and were squeezing and twisting each tit and nipple ahead of me. I whispered in her ear "Oh what a nasty slut you are." "Yes! Yes I am." I grabbed her collar and pulled down removing her blouse. Once off she pulled her bra off she continued to maul her tits again as she began to grind on my cock. "You like being fucked by a stranger?" A deep moan escapes her lips. I slapped her ass and asked more forcefully, "I said YOU like being FUCKED by a stranger?" "Oh God yes. I'm such a slut. I love not knowing who's fucking me." I pulled out slowly and then once again, forcefully plunged into her. She gasped and then made a sound like a mewing kitten. That became the rhythm. Plunging deep and fast. Withdrawing as slow as I could. As I withdrew, she would try to pick up the pace. SLAP "Stay still slut. I'll fuck you how I want and you'll love it." "Yes I love it." She began sighing "Ohhhh" on each slow withdrawal, then shouted on each forceful plunge "GOD!!!!" It was like "Ohhhhh...... GOD!!! Ohhhhh...... GOD!!! Ohhhhh...... GOD!!!" Somewhere I lost track of where the roles changed, but she began commanding me. "Fuck that pussy! Fuck it hard! C'mon. Fuck it. Fuck it FUCK IT Damn you." She meet each thrust as forcefully as I was pounding her. The copier was slamming against the wall keeping with our rhythm. "I'm gonna cum you slut. I'm gonna cum so deep in your pussy." She trembled at my words. "Oh God yes! Cum in me baby. I love feeling a cock spurt in my pussy." I squeezed her hips and slammed deep into her one last time' holding on as we both reached a climax, juices flowing down our legs. She slumped down and as we caught our breaths. I zipped my pants, shoved bra and thong into my tool kit, and headed out the door. All her co-workers are standing at the door as I rush out. As she leaned against the copier, all sweaty and naked, she calmly asked "Do any of you know him?" Office Captives Larry had been down on his luck for longer than he cared to remember. So when he ran into an old friend in a bar one night a few weeks ago his ears perked up as his friend told him of his most recent firing. The guy had worked for a small business about twenty miles away. But Larry wasn't interested in the details of the business as much as one particular detail that his friend mentioned. Larry had robbed a couple convenience stores in the past, and the thought had crossed his mind recently with his current situation as it was. So when his old buddy mentioned the cash deposit in the safe Larry began getting ideas. With a few questioned Larry learned that on every Friday night a large amount of cash, usually large bills totaling in the thousands, was dropped off and stored in the safe. On Saturday the office manager—the woman who had fired Larry's old friend—would come in and take the money, with the assistance of their security guard, to be deposited in the bank. Larry drove by the building last Saturday. It was situated in an office complex that saw very little use on weekends. He parked the car at a distance and watched the building. Around 1:30 PM he sat the woman leave, escorted by the guard. A casual look around the building gave Larry every indication that he could get in with little problem. All he had to do was secure the armed security guard and the manager and things should work out fine. On the Saturday in question Larry arrived early. He parked his car where he thought it wouldn't be noticed. He came around from behind the building and used a trash dumpster to climb up to what appeared to be a bathroom window on the second level. With little difficulty Larry had pried open the window and was inside. He knew that with the manager and guard already on-site that the alarm system would be turned off. Larry crept down the stairs and peered into the hallway. Seeing the guard sitting at the front desk Larry quietly approached him from behind. Sticking his loaded pistol into the guard's back Larry said, "Freeze." The security guard, a man in his mid-thirties named Harold, stood still. Larry grabbed Harold's pistol, then used Harold's own handcuffs to secure his wrist behind his back. "Where is your boss?" Larry asked. "She left already." Harold lied. Larry replied by pistol whipping him. "Bullshit, mother fucker! I know she's not leaving without you." He grabbed Harold and pulled him down the hall. "Tell me where she is or I'll blow your nuts off!" Harold replied, "She's in the conference room. But she's not alone." "What?" Larry asked. "You fucked up man." Harold replied. "She called her co-workers in today to catch up on their budget. They're all in there right now. If I was you I'd leave and forget this." 'Fuck that' Larry though. He had gone too far to turn back now. "How many?" "Seven." Harold replied. "Where is your supply closet?" Larry asked. "Why?" "If I can secure everyone then nobody needs to get hurt." Larry answered. Harold pointed to the janitorial closet in the hall. Using the guard's keys Larry opened the door and found many things he could use, including rope, wire and duct tape. "Let's go." He pushed Harold down the hall to the conference room. Then threw the door open before shoving Harold in and following with both pistols in hand. "Everybody freeze, I'm here for the money." Everyone around the table jumped in panic. At the head sat Amber, the 32-year old manager. She was slender, with medium length brown hair, blue eyes and a very pretty face. Next to her sat her assistant, Joan. A 24-year old with long brown hair. While not as pretty as Amber, Joan had a very sexy body, complete with 36-C tits. The other five at the table were men. Eric, a 24-year old blond haired attractive, single man. Charlie, a 42-year old heavyset balding father of three. George, 30-year old, somewhat handsome divorced accountant. Bob, a 35-year-old ex-marine. Larry knew by looking at him that he could be the most trouble. And finally Arch, a 21 year old that looked like he was still in high school. At appeared to Larry that he was about ready to piss himself. "What do you think you're doing?" Bob asked. "I'm here to collect the money that your boss-lady here takes to the bank each week. "Then you're out of luck." Amber said, trying to sound brave before her staff. "What the fuck do you mean?" Larry asked. "It's in the safe, and it's a time delay lock. Won't open until 1:00. That's over three hours from now. 'Shit' thought Larry. It was only 9:40. He hadn't thought anything about time locks. "Well we'll just have to wait until 1:00 then won't we." Larry motioned all of them to the wall. "Strip." "What?" Came the beginning of several protests. "Strip off your clothes, then I'm gonna tie you up and take your clothes with me. That way I won't have anyone running off outside." Reluctantly everyone removed their clothes and tossed them onto the table. "Underwear too!" He demanded. Amber and Joan were conscious of eyes looking their way as they removed their bra and panties. "You there," Larry pointed at Arch. "Take his pants off." He ordered, pointing at the handcuffed security guard. Arch slowly approached the guard and removed his shoes, then unfastened his pants and let them drop before sliding his boxers down and off his feet. "Now take this rope and tie everyone's hands behind their backs." Larry cut the rope into equal lengths and handed them to Arch, who started with the men and securely bound each of their wrists behind them. With Larry watching closely to make sure that he was doing a satisfactory job. He tied Joan and was beginning to tie Amber when Larry noticed that Arch had become erect. "Well look here, the young man has a hard on." Arch blushed in embarrassment. "Can't say that I blame you, kid. She does look nice. Hell, we got plenty of time to kill. Why don't we start by having you suck him off." "Fuck you!" Amber shouted. "We'll get to that later, darlin'. But right now this young man needs to be taken care of." Seeing the gun pointed at her Amber slowly dropped to her knees and took Arch's stiffening cock into her mouth. Her face was red with shame as she started sucking. Amber was always the prim and proper boss. The perfect wife who would never think of cheating on her husband of four years. She was no prude in the bedroom but performing this act in front of her staff was the most humiliating thing she could ever imagine. Arch couldn't believe what was happening. He had admired his boss' attractiveness, and had masturbated thinking of both her and Joan before. But never did he think anything would happen like this. He was ashamed to realize that he was enjoying his boss' lips around his shaft. He saw all eyes in the room watching and could only imagine what the others were thinking of him. Then he felt his arousal increasing. The surge beginning to mount. Between heavy breaths he whispered, "I'm sorry, Amber." Then unleashed his wad into her mouth. Amber tasted his warm salty fluid as it spilled out in her mouth and down her throat. "Swallow ever drop." Larry demanded. She continued sucking until Arch's dick began to grow limp in her mouth. With tears welling up in her eyes she pulled back, afraid to look at anyone else in the room. "Well that got one hell of a response." Larry said. Amber looked at him in confusion, then followed his eyes to the others standing against the wall. Each of the five men had become aroused while watching her. All of the men but Eric were ashamed that they had responded in such a way. None of them had enjoyed watching Amber forced to perform orally on Arch. But the site of the beautiful nude woman sucking him to climax had taken its toll on them. Eric, on the other hand, was fully aroused and turned on. Although he would never admit it to the others, he was secretly hoping that their captor would 'force' him to have sex with either Amber or Joan. "All you guys sit down against the wall." Larry ordered. As they complied Larry took Amber and Joan and walked them before them men. "OK, ladies, start at each end and suck these hard pricks off." Amber was forced down before Harold. "Please no, Amber." Harold said. He did not want to be forced to cum in his boss' mouth. On the other end, Joan knelt down before Eric, who had to force the smile off his face as the big titted girl leaned forward to take his dick into her mouth. Larry watched as the two woman sucked the two men. Harold sat still, straining in a failed attempt to prevent himself from building to an orgasm as Amber worked his pole. On the other end Eric had no such moral dilemma. He welcomed the sensation of Joan's mouth and tongue as she slide her face up and down his rod. He clenched his teeth to keep from shouting out when his load erupted into Joan's mouth. As soon as she had drained him dry Larry moved Joan to Bob, who was next in line. Joan took the ex-marine's cock into her mouth. She was surprised at how she felt doing this. Joan had never been one to shy away from sex. In fact, she was no stranger to showing off before men. The thought of being forced to suck off her co-workers had begun turning her on after the initial fear had passed. She only hoped that no one noticed how wet her pussy was getting. Joan also hoped that someone would be forced to fuck her to an orgasm. She would never confess it but she needed the satisfaction of a good cock in her to complete her today. On the other end Amber still worked Harold's cock. By now she wished that he would cum and get it over with. Harold still continued to struggle to prevent his mounting pleasure. But it was a loosing effort. Seconds later he gasped and felt his pecker blow wad after hot wad into Amber's waiting mouth. He hated himself for enjoying the orgasm but could not deny the pleasure his dick and balls felt from the release. With Harold completed Amber forced herself over to rest in Charlie's lap. She avoided looking at his face and concentrated only on sucking his cock. Charlie was surprised at how his cock responded to Amber's mouth. In seconds he went from unwilling participant to a very excited one. Charlie hadn't been with another woman since he married his wife 14 years ago. But with three kids and a two-income family the sex had slowed down over the years. And a blowjob is something that Charlie had not experienced in four or five years now. The forbidden sensation of Amber sucking him off overwhelmed him. In less than three minutes Charlie found himself cumming in Amber's mouth. Meanwhile, Joan was working Bob's tool in a frenzied effort to bring him to an orgasm. When he came she greedily swallowed every drop then moved to the next guy. Both Amber and Joan reached George at about the same time. Seeing each other for the first time since starting this horrid ordeal they looked gazes momentarily. Each woman looked at the other, traces of cum dribbling out the sides of their mouths and down their chins. John felt shame for the first time as she looked at Amber, realizing that her boss and friend was in agony while she was relishing this. Amber had no idea how Joan felt and assumed that her young assistant was as unwilling as she was. "Well don't just sit there, ladies," Larry said. "One of you suck the poor fellow off." Joan, feeling ashamed for her friend, moved first, figuring that she could save Amber further humiliation by finishing off the last of their co-workers. She began sucking George's stiff boner as Amber crawled back. "You're not finished yet, babe. My turn." Amber looked up to see that Larry was standing their naked. His cock stiff and ready from watching her and Joan pleasuring the other six men. She looked in alarm as she saw that it must measure over ten inches, and at least 5 inches in diameter. Slowly she got up on her knees before her captor and started sucking his cock, knowing full well that six pair of eyes were watching her every move. She didn't think she could get it into her mouth but Larry forced her to take as much of it as possible. When he shoved it into her throat Amber nearly gagged, but continued to suck his cock as he gripped her hair in his fist. Soon Larry spilled his man-seed into Amber's throat. Amber collapsed on the floor. She saw that Joan had just finished bringing George to an orgasm. She only hoped that Larry's lust had been satisfied. "Well, we still have two and a half hours to go. What shall we do next?" Amber cringed when she heard those words. But what she heard next got made her feel even worse. "I know, you too can lick each other off now." Joan's eyes grew wide with shock. She had let a girl friend in college try this on her once when they were drunk, and surprisingly enjoyed it. She had never thought that she would try it again, but her pussy was burning with desire after bringing three men to orgasm. She would act appalled, but secretly she welcomed Amber's face between her thighs. Amber on the other hand was mortified by the very suggestion. But fearing the reprisal she laid herself between Joan's legs. She wasn't expecting the wetness she found when her tongue first brushed up against her assistant's privates. She looked up to Joan's face but saw no reaction. Joan kept her face as stone as possible as Amber began stroking her pussy lips with her tongue. As Amber's tongue struck her clit she felt it swell and her juices flowed even more. God, she couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. The thought that six co-workers were watching them only excited her more. Amber continued licking, while Larry urged her on. Soon Joan's legs were shaking, her ass-cheeks quivered as she felt her boss bringing her to a much-needed release. Amber could feel Joan's response. It sickened her to know that the younger woman was going to cum from her licking. She understood the men cumming, but believed that she would be able to withstand responding so from such a forced disgusting act and felt that Joan was letting her down by her actions. Joan didn't think about anything but release. Try as she might she couldn't hold back the moans that escaped her lips. Her nipples were swollen and she rocked her hips up and down to meet Amber's face. Then it happened. She climaxed on her boss' face. Juices spilled and splattered over Amber's face and Joan became enraptured in her orgasm. Finally it ended and Amber pulled her face from between Joan's drenched thighs in disgust. Only to be pulled around by Larry so that the two were reversed and Joan now lay with her face in Amber's crotch. Joan had thoroughly enjoyed her orgasm. But she had not thought about this. Now it was her turn to munch carpet. And she wasn't sure how she would respond to it. Still, she had no choice. Joan closed her eyes and began working her tongue in and out of Amber's sexy slit. Working up to her clit in a manner the she enjoyed. Amber's pussy responded by filling with fluid, moistening with every lick. Amber felt humiliation from this but still believed that she would be able to prevent climaxing in this way. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see the men all watching. She saw too that each and every cock stood fully erect at the show before them. Joan licked and slurped at her pussy for several minutes and Amber began realizing why her assistant had responded in such a way. Never before had she felt someone lick her as well as Joan was doing now. She realized that the old saying was true, that it takes a woman to know what a woman really wants. Amber's mind raced back and forth trying to fight the feeling growing between her legs. But it only prolonged the inevitable. In fact, it made it worse, for the longer she resisted the better the licking made her feel. She leaned her head back, her eyes rolling as she felt the first wave of her orgasm approaching. A surprise cry escaped her as she body spasmed with delight as she began cumming for the first time under a woman's touch. Her face burned with shame but her pussy throbbed in sweet release as her orgasm grew to a wonderful peak before subsiding. With relief Joan stopped licking her twat and Amber lay limp on the floor. Larry walked over to stand between Amber's spread leg. "That is one sweet looking pussy you have there. Now I get to fuck it." Amber's eyes widened in fear. Being forced to perform orally was one thing, but she didn't want this bastard in her pussy. But before she could move Larry was atop her, shoving his hard cock into her soaking pussy. Amber looked around frantically only to see everyone watching her rape. Larry began thrusting his cock in and out of her without mercy. Sinking every inch of his shaft inside her. Amber fought back tears as he ravaged her hole without care. Never before had she been filled by so much cock in her life. Then she nearly screamed in rage when she felt something stirring inside her. Joan had unlocked her inner desires with her licking. Now she felt herself building once more under the impaling blows of the cock within her. Her fist were clinched in rage as she realized that he was going to make her get off. Larry pounded harder and faster and it became a race against time. Amber closed her eyes trying to block out everything around her. But there was no use; Larry's cock stroked her clit with each and every thrust. Soon she caught herself raising her hips to meet him. Each time she realized this she would force herself to stop, only to catch herself again moments later. Then she couldn't hold back any longer. Amber achieved another orgasm, this one stronger than the first. Her eyes opened in time to see the satisfied look on her rapist's face as he looked down into her eyes. "I'm cumming, babe." Larry cried out. "Oh god, not!" Amber pleaded. "Don't cum in me!" But there was no denying Larry. He thrust harder and faster, emptying his balls into her pussy. Larry got back to his feet, looking down at Amber in triumph. Looking at the other men against the wall he said, "Not it's your turn, gentlemen." Amber's eyes opened wide. "Get up and start riding these cocks." Larry ordered. Amber crawled on her hands and knees to the wall, the first guy she came to was Eric, who could barely hold back his excitement as Amber slowly climbed into his lap and slid her pussy over his cock. "You too." Larry said to Joan. Joan moved a little more quickly to the other end. She saw young Arch sitting there, her pussy was still wet as she approached him. In her mind she wondered if Arch had ever been fucked before today. Joan slipped down on his rod and began riding, feeling her pussy come to life almost immediately. Larry stood back and watched as both women bounced up and down on the shafts below them. Arch came rather quickly so Joan climbed off him and onto Harold as quickly as possible. Harold still resented being forced into sex, although he couldn't deny the sensation he felt from Joan's pussy as it wrapped around his cock. Amber was still riding Eric's cock. She was shocked when he leaned forward and began sucking on her nipple. The feeling of his tongue on her nipple and cock in her pussy sent a wave of delight throughout her body and her temp increased. Then she felt Eric blow his load inside her. As his cock began to shrink inside her she slowly lifted off him and prepared to climb onto Bob's waiting pole. As she slid down on him she looked over to see Joan bouncing up and down on Harold with open delight. Her initial moment of disgust vanished as she began riding Bob and felt her own body welcoming his cock. Soon Amber was having her third orgasm as she slammed her hips down into Bob's lap. The look in his face made her fully aware that he was enjoying her pussy as much as she was enjoying this forced orgasm. She continued to ride until she felt his jism launch into her belly to join that of the other's. Then she climbed off of Bob and mounted George. Office Captives As Bob was cuming inside Amber both Joan and Harold were achieving their mutual climax together. Without waiting Joan pulled off and slammed herself down onto Charlie. Now the two women were side by side fucking. Amber began having yet another orgasm as soon as she started riding George's stiff pecker. Joan rode beside her only to find herself disappointed as Charlie's cock came in her before she was ready to cum again. She tried riding him longer but he went limp and couldn't stay inside her sopping pussy. She looked with envy as Amber exploded with her second orgasm atop George before he came inside her. As Amber pulled off Larry rolled her onto her back and pushed Joan between her legs. He then got behind Joan and thrust his massive cock into her waiting pussy. Joan welcomed him, not believing just how his cock filled her insides. She began licking Amber's pussy once more. Amber looked up, her head rested in George's lap and she looked down to see Joan munching her pussy. She screamed in delight as her pussy began a series of multiple orgasms as Joan licked and fucked the man behind her. Joan orgasmed but continued to lick her bosses' pussy until she felt Larry's balls empty inside her. Larry stood and backed away, looking at the two exhausted women lying before the six men. He was surprised to see three of them hard again. Eric was rock hard, having fucked Amber and been sucked by Joan was wonderful, but seeing Joan going down on Amber again had him ready to go once more. Alex was hard as well, but even though he felt satisfied he really didn't want to abuse either of his co-workers any more. Although he knew that he would welcome either of them. Larry told Joan to go jump on Eric while he pulled Alex around and lay him on the floor before everyone. He had Amber climb up on him then got behind her and pressed his cock against her asshole. Amber protested, but she had so much cum and her own juices already flowing down along the crack of her ass that it acted as lubricant for Larry, allowing him to slowly press past her anal ring. Amber couldn't imagine how it would be possible for such a huge cock to fit inside her tiny asshole, but Larry did not stop until he had thrust himself inside her. Amber cried out in pain as he began fucking her ass. Each of his thrust made her ride up and down Alex's stiff cock. Joan was busy riding Eric's cock, but she turned her head to watch as Amber was being fucked in both holes. Amber felt the two cocks inside her rubbing together against the thin membrane of flesh between them. She saw everyone watching her, and then she felt her swollen clit rubbing Alex's cock. Her pussy was about to respond again. Even with the pain in her ass she couldn't deny the orgasm that came. Amber moaned and cried as her pussy came on Alex's cock. But that wasn't the end of it. The two poles continued to ram her and she felt wave after wave of orgasm wash over her. Alex came in her pussy but she couldn't stop fucking him as long as Larry was in her asshole. Eric was sucking Joan's huge nipples as she fucked him with every ounce of energy she could muster. She had already cum once on him and was working on another as he felt him balls beginning to tighten. As she orgasmed again he joined her in welcomed release. Amber couldn't contain herself as she felt Alex's cock beginning to harden inside her again. She felt that if she had another orgasm she might pass out. Then she felt Larry's pace increase. It felt as if he was ramming even farther inside her if that were possible. His orgasm erupted deep in her asshole, and as he was cumming she found herself in the midst of her strongest orgasm yet. Amber screamed and nearly blacked out. Larry pulled out of Amber's ass and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost noon. "Well, we've only got an hour to kill." Amber almost cried. Not because she was being raped mercilessly and forced to satisfy her co-workers. But because she was enjoying herself so much that she didn't think she could ever face any of them again. And she was afraid that she couldn't take another orgasm without totally cracking. But as the next hour went by, she found herself riding cock after cock. Joan and Amber both took turns riding each of their six co-workers for part of the hour. And despite her fears, Amber had many more orgasms during that time. Finally 1:00 came, men were left tied and locked in the conference room Larry led Joan and Amber to the safe. Amber opened the safe and removed the contents, placing it in a canvas sack for Larry. He then put the two women over the desk and took turns going back and forth fucking each woman for the next twenty minutes until he was ready to cum again. He placed his cock against Joan's ass, as it was the only untouched hole on either of the two women, and pressed it inside her. Unlike Amber, Joan welcomed his cock in her ass. Larry pounced away for another five minutes before unleashing one final wad up her butt. Then Joan pulled off and shoved her pussy back onto his still hard cock. She loved the way his monster rod completely filled her insides. Larry stood still and allowed Joan to fuck him until she achieved one final orgasm. Then he led both women back to the conference room and tied them back to back. He retrieved his clothes and bid them all farewell and left. Amber and Joan sat in the middle of the room; their pussy's soaked throughout with more cum than either could imagine. Small puddles of mixed juice and cum appeared beneath their well-used cunts. They looked to the men tied against the wall, everyone exhausted, emotionally drained, but all of them completely satisfied sexually. "What are we going to do now?" Joan asked. Amber shook her head. They were all tied and trapped. Sooner or later this afternoon someone would wonder why one of them hadn't come home and, after failing to get an answer on the phone, come by. Or call the cops. And here they all were, trussed up and well fucked with all the money gone from the safe. What a wonderful story the local paper would have with this one. The news left the names of everyone out of the paper. But everyone who knew them or the company realized who was involved. Strangely enough, no one was able to give a detailed description of Larry. Harold quit working in security. Having allowed his company to be robbed and everyone on site to be raped wasn't the image the security staff wanted. Arch left and found a job in a nearby town. Having fond memories of his first sexual experience. Amber switched departments. She worked in a different building and was no longer responsible for money. Nobody thought anything when she had Eric and Gorge transferred into her department. She stayed happily married, but she had many late night meetings with Eric and George that her husband never learned about. Charlie continued working in the same office. Where he often bragged about the day that he got to fuck the two prettiest ladies in the office and not get in trouble with his wife for it. Then there was Joan. Her friendship with Amber became estranged after that day. And with everyone learning how easily she got into what had happened, her reputation was harmed. So she decided to quit and find a job elsewhere. A short time later she met a man named Larry who had quite recently come into seventeen thousand dollars in tax-free money. The two of them moved out west and used the money as seed money in opening a small business and lived happily ever after. Office Casual "Good morning Ms. Anderson," Karen said as her boss walked past her desk station and into her office. "Good morning Karen," Ms. Anderson said, not even stopping to make eye contact, "I'm going to be very busy today, so I'll need you to let me know if you get any mail for me." "Will do," Karen said as she tried to look busy behind her computer. Karen continued to type, trying to justify her place on the payroll until she heard the sound of Ms. Anderson' door slamming shut. It wasn't that Karen disliked her boss. No, far from it. Danielle Anderson – CEO of Odysseus Industries and one of the most up and coming businesswomen in America – was probably the best employer she ever had. She never made unreasonable demands, gave her whatever days off she requested, and gave raises every Christmas. Plus, it was a relief to finally be working for another woman for a change! Karen didn't like the way that some of her previous employers had looked at her and made sexual innuendos; her last boss actually had the audacity to expect she would give him a blowjob after hours! At least now she didn't have to worry about that sort of chauvinistic crap with Danielle. But what made her uncomfortable was the fact that Ms. Anderson was just so... so... gorgeous. She was a beautiful woman - a tall, stunning brunette, with long auburn hair and absolutely perfect mascara and eyelashes'. Her hair and make-up always looked like it was professionally done, and to make matters worse, she always wore sleek, designer suits that showed off her feminine form. Karen was even jealous of the way that Ms. Anderson walked in heels. She was so graceful, it was almost as if she was born in them! 'God,' Karen thought to herself, 'I wish I could pull that off.' Not that Karen was unattractive herself. Although standing just a little over five feet, Karen was a petite and curvy redhead, with thick, full lips and deep green eyes. However, she always felt nervous around men. Her last few relationships had ended badly, and since then, her confidence had been shattered. Now Karen was meek and timid; and unfortunately, that only made her office co-workers try and hit on her that much more. But at least back here in Ms. Anderson' private reception area, she didn't have to worry about that. It gave her a lot of time to get her work done, but it also gave her a lot of time to think and do things for herself. As long as she didn't get too far behind on her paperwork, Karen was usually free to do almost anything that she wanted. And so, she spent a couple of hours surfing the internet, reading articles on various websites and occasionally checking her e-mail to see if there was anything good or interesting in her in-box. Most of it was just spam. Karen hardly even noticed when the mail courier got off the elevator. She looked up from the computer, and saw that it was Ray, the young Jamaican guy. She recognized him immediately from the dreadlocks and handsome dark skin; what she wouldn't have done to get his attention! She also noticed that he was carrying a couple of small manila envelopes, presumably for Ms. Anderson. "Hey Ray," Karen said as she smiled and tried to look sexy, "How have you been? Are those packages for Ms. Anderson?" "Yep," he said flashing her a broad grin that showed off his pearly white teeth. Karen blushed a little. "All right," she said, "I'll sign for those." "Thanks," he said as he handed her the packages. He smiled, and then hesitated for a minute, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Instead, he just turned and walked back over to the elevator. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said as the door closed. "All right," Karen chirped as she got up from her seat, "See you tomorrow." She looked at the packages. These had to be the delivery that Ms. Anderson was expecting. Karen walked over to give them to her boss when she thought she heard something coming from the office. She listened closer, putting her ear up to the door, and then she heard it again. It was faint – very faint, in fact – but she could definitely hear what sounding like panting or heavy breathing coming from the office. Karen was a little confused by this. It didn't sound like Ms. Anderson was in any trouble or anything, but why was she panting? Could she have been masturbating? At work? That certainly didn't seem like something that the CEO of a major corporation would be dumb enough to do. Karen thought about knocking, but instead decided to just announce herself. It would be less embarrassing that way. "Ms. Anderson," Karen said loudly, hoping to get her bosses attention. She paused and there was an awkward stretched of silence. "Ms. Anderson," she said again, "Are you all right? I just got that package you were expecting?" When no reply came, Karen finally worked up the nerve to open the door. She was quite surprised by what she found on the other side, because the package that had come in the mail wasn't the only one in the room. Standing up in the office was Ms. – or perhaps Mr. - Anderson, her/his skirt and pantyhose pulled down to his/her ankles, and with an astonishingly large and erect penis standing at full attention between her/his legs. Yes, much to Karen's shock, it seemed like the successful and beautiful up-and-coming businesswoman was actually a business man! And a businessman in full drag at that! He looked up at her, his eyes wide and full of shock and terror, as his still erect penis dribbled a trail of cum. It was an odd and embarrassing sight, the vulnerable transvestite businessman decked out in full woman's attire in the middle of his/her office. Karen didn't know what to do. She dropped the manila-colored envelops to the floor and stood there in abject terror for a moment... a moment that, for both of them, seemed to stretch out for an eternity. And then she slammed the door shut and ran back to her computer, scared.... Scared of her boss, scared of what he/she was going to do to her, scared of everything. "Karen," he cried out. She could hear her boss through the door. "Wait," he/she said, "It... it's not what it looks like..." Karen didn't respond. She just sobbed meekly. After a while, her boss came back out of his/her office, the skirt and pantyhose pulled back up. Mr. Anderson, or whoever it was, looked no different than normal. His/her hair and make-up and clothing was all flawless. And yet, it was still creepy for Karen, because she now knew that underneath all of that 'she' was really a he! "Look Karen," he/she said, "I'm sorry... I never really wanted you to see me like that." "How long has this been going on," she said somewhat angrily. Mr. Anderson looked at her calmly. "Forever," he/she said, "I've always been a woman trapped in a man's body." "But..." "No but," he said shaking his head, "This whole time that you've known me, I've been the same person. I've been living as a woman for years now... since college, in fact." "But," she said as she still tried to come to terms with it, "Why? Why did you lie to me.... To everyone?" He/she sighed. "I didn't want to," Mr. Anderson said, "But... it just became so natural to me, and after a while, everyone believed it." "You don't understand," Karen said with tears in her eyes, "I believed in you! I looked up to you! And now it turns out that you were just lying to me all this time!" Mr. Anderson reached into his/her blouse and took out a small handkerchief, using it to wipe away Karen's tears. And then hugged her. "I'm sorry," he/she said, "So very sorry... But please, don't tell anyone." And then he/she did something that Karen never expected... he/she kissed her! Gently and on the forehead, but it was a definite kiss. "I... don't understand," Karen said, "I thought you were a woman trapped in a man's body... how can you..." "I am silly," he/she said after planting another kiss, "But that doesn't mean that I can't also be a lesbian, now does it." "I guess not," Karen said. "I know that you've always hated men. Remember what you told me about your old boss? I've never cared much for a bunch of macho, chauvinistic pigs myself. Those same people bullied me my entire life just because I was 'different.' I just sort of hoped that maybe, just maybe, someone like you would understand me." Slowly, his/her hands slid down Karen's well-endowed chest, slowly undoing the first two buttons of the secretary's blouse. "More than you could ever know," Karen said. She finished the job herself, unfastening the last few buttons and pulling off her blouse. She wasn't even wearing a bra underneath, and her large breasts were now fully exposed. She grabbed her boss's hands and slowly guided them over her melons. He/she squeezed them firmly, sending a wave of pleasure through the secretary's soft, curvy body. "Oh yes," she cried out, "Yes! Do me here!" Karen had nearly forgotten how good sex was. It had been so long, but finally she found the perfect man for her... he just happened to like dressing as a woman. But at least he didn't make her feel uncomfortable with herself. For his part, Mr. Anderson didn't need much encouragement at all. He/she dropped his/her miniskirt and pantyhose, once again exposing his very male (and very big) member. Karen grabbed it and began to stroke it lovingly. Mr. Anderson just stood there, smiling as his secretary began to work on his/her cock. As it started to dribble a trail of cum, Karen sat back down and popped it into her mouth. Mr. Anderson grunted in pleasure as his/her secretary tried her best to deepthroat the entire length of his/her cock. It was a valiant effort, but there was no way the petite redhead was going to fit the entire cock down her throat. Mr. Anderson stroked her head and ran his/her fingers through the secretary's long red hair. He would have to ask her what she did to make it look so red, after the sex of course. Not wanting her efforts to go unrewarded, Mr. Anderson hiked up his/her secretary's skirt and slowly began to finger her cunt. Karen was already very wet down there, so there was plenty of lubrication for him/her to work with. Slowly, Mr. Anderson worked his/her fingers up into Karen's pussy. It was a tight fit – he/she could only get two or three fingers in at a time – and he/she wondered how she would be able to accommodate his/her massive cock. "Mmmm," Karen moaned, her sounds of pleasure being muffled by the cock in her mouth. Mr. Anderson pulled out of her mouth, the cock leaving a sticky trail of cum dripping down from Karen's chin and onto her neck. "Wow," Karen said, "That was really amazing. I haven't done that in sooo long." "Neither have I," Mr. Anderson replied. It was true, obviously, though Karen hadn't immediately thought of it. Mr. Anderson had spent the past few years living as Ms. Anderson; he/she couldn't have had sex, because it would have blown his/her false identity. All of that pent up sex... no wonder he/she was masturbating back there in his/her office. "Say," Mr. Anderson said looking down at his/her sexy little secretary, "I don't suppose that you would be interested in some sex... some real hot and dirty sex..." His/her words trailing seductively as he/she ran his/her hands over Karen's. The secretary hesitated for a moment before replying. "No," she said meekly, "I mean... not without protection or anything. You don't happen to have any condoms with you, do you?" Mr. Anderson stopped, seeming a little disappointed. "No." Karen felt bad. She didn't want to make Mr. Anderson feel bad; she just didn't want to wind up with an unplanned pregnancy or anything. And then, an idea came over her. "Well," she said grinning enigmatically, "I think I know something else we could do instead..." Karen reached down and squeezed her ample breasts together. "How would you like to fuck my tits instead," she asked as she waved them in front of Mr. Anderson's huge dick. "That sounds quite temping actually..." Mr. Anderson slowly slid his/her cock in between the secretary's huge round breasts, the mixture of drool and semen proving to be quite useful as a lubricant. Grabbing the secretary's breasts for support, he/she squeezed them together and began to thrust up and down with his/her hips. The rock hard cock slid quite quickly between her breasts, pumping as if the two oddly matched partners were actually having sex. Karen closed her eyes as she felt him groping her ample bosom, a think sheen of sweat building up from their vigorous lovemaking. She could hear her boss grunting... the same noises that she heard back in the office. His/her breathing began to become ragged... panting in fact... And then it came. Mr. Anderson shot a load of hot, sticky juice on her. It hit her square in the face, a few drops even going in her mouth, and then slid down her chin and neck. Mr. Anderson backed off and Karen slowly reached onto her desk to get a tissue. Finally opening her eyes, she was surprised to see just how much jizz now covered her body. "Geez," she said wiping it off, "Somebody has been a naughty boy..." She thought about it for a moment. "Or should I say naughty girl." Mr. Anderson just grinned sheepishly. "I suppose I'll have to buy some condoms for tomorrow," he/she said. "Maybe," Karen replied, "And maybe tomorrow Ray could join us..." "The Jamaican guy," Mr. Anderson said, "Oh yes, he's pretty cute. I suppose we could try talking him into it. That would be pretty hot..." And so it was. So it was...