It was a good thing my desk was inside his office, because walking out into the rest of the office this way would have been mortifying. I blushed and meekly replied, “Yes Sir,” and rolled my chair back to my desk.
I guess I was back at my desk for maybe a half hour, I don’t know. I was sitting there, typing away, when he called me again. I had just found a reasonably comfortable way to sit on the vibrator still stuffed up inside me when he called me over.
“Under my desk, Julie, I have a meeting in here and I can’t have a naked slut sitting in here with a dildo shoved up her dripping cunt. So get under my desk and I don’t want a peep out of you. If I hear anything from you I will punish you severely, understand?” he said, menacingly.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, and obediently crawled under the desk. It was actually quite spacious under there and I had room to turn around and even lay down if I stayed curled up.
“Now, no matter what happens, I don’t want a sound from you,” he reminded me. He put his hand on my head and I nodded, indicatIng that I understood. A few minutes later, I heard people walk in and Sir stand up to greet them. While I couldn’t clearly hear what they were saying, I could hear the muffled mumblings of conversation. He sat back down in his seat and quietly patted his thigh. That was my signal and I immediately scooted closer and went to work, slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, taking great pains not to make a single sound. I tucked the buckle end of his belt inside his pants a bit so it wouldn’t jingle as I worked, and fished his beautiful cock out of his pants.
One of the amazing things about Mr. Blackwell is that he had amazing recovery abilities. Even having had a tremendous cum only forty-five minutes ago, he was ready once again! Once I had pulled his semi-erect cock from his pants, I started stroking the beautiful member. I admired the soft, silky texture, the size of his cock and the bumps and ridges that felt so good rubbing against the inside walls of my pussy.
I pushed my nose up against his balls and breathed him in. I love the smell of him down there, the musky sweat smell is so erotic – the smell alone can make me wet! His wonderful scent had my head swimming and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was already. I licked the underside of his sack and sucked his balls, one at a time, into my mouth, licking and sucking on them, pulling them gently with my mouth and bathing each one in lavish, loving attention.
I slowly licked at his perineum for a few moments because I knew he liked that, then worked my way up the shaft of his hard cock, licking him like a child would lick a popsickle. I twirled my tongue around the swollen head and licked the cap. I probed at the tiny slit with the tip of my tongue and scooped up the tiny drop of pre-cum that had gathered there.
I pulled his pants down further as he raised ever so slightly off his chair. Pushing them down close to his ankles allowed him to spread his legs further apart, granting me better access. It also allowed me to cup and massage his large balls as I bobbed up and down on his sweet cock. His cock tasted so good. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. I took his cock deep, shoving the hard, thick pole down my throat. I wanted him all and I worked to push as deep as I could get him. I’m still not really good at this deepthroat thing, but I was trying. Plus, he’s huge in both length and girth – I’ve never seen a cock as big as his!
Happily sucking away at him, I wished I could moan around his cock and show him how much I loved this. But we had company and I was to be silent. Still, my lust was getting the better of me; I hoped this meeting wouldn’t last much longer. I wanted to moan, I wanted to scream out my pleasure and tell Sir how much I loved serving – and servicing – him. I know he loves it when I use my words too. When I tell him I am his slut and his whore. When I beg for him to fuck me or to cum. Oh God, thinking about it was driving me crazy.
Pulling him out of my mouth, I moved a bit closer and leaned towards him, putting his cock between my tits. I began rubbing up and down his meaty pole, giving him a nice tittyjob. I know he likes it when I fuck his cock with my big tits and lick the head when his cock pops up between my boobs.
I heard a drawer open up and then I saw his hand drop below the tabletop. He had the remote in his hand! Oh God, he started up the vibrator still shoved deep in my pussy. Instantly the vibrator began its evil work on me, sending waves of pleasure through my pussy and straight to my brain. To keep me from screaming out my joy, I gobbled down his cock once more, thanking him for giving me such pleasure. I bobbed up and down on his cock, trying to focus my attention on pleasing him instead of what was going on in my own pussy.
I felt his cock swell and his balls draw up and I knew he was about to cum. I massaged his balls while sucking harder, urging his nuts to give up their tasty treat. I needed to taste his sweet cum… I’d been without for two whole days! Please Sir, I thought as if trying to telepathically beg for his cum. I sucked and waited anxiously for him to grant me my reward.
Then it happened – his cock erupted in my mouth, spraying his hot molten cum into me like a volcano. He emptied one load into my mouth and then pushed me off his cock to spray my face and tits with the rest. He sprayed me over and over until I was covered in the sticky white stuff. I knew he wanted me to sit still without cleaning myself up. I licked his cock clean and tucked him back inside, buckling him up.
I knelt under the desk, dripping with his cum, that vibrator still buzzing madly away in my tortured pussy. I needed to cum and I needed to cum badly. I kissed his hand, trying to let him know my need, but he just patted my head softly – his way of signaling no. I sat back, closing my eyes and trying to ignore my burning need, trying to push the urge out of my head as I waited. Oh God, please let this meeting end soon, I don’t know how long I can hold out! I squirmed and shifted position, trying to take the pressure off the vibrating hell inside my leaking pussy, but nothing I could do seemed to help.
Then, mercifully, I heard the meeting coming to an end. He rose to see his guests out and came back to sit down at his desk. I knew I should wait to speak but I was too worked up by now. I needed to cum.
“Sir, please… may I cum?” I mewled my need to him.
“I am pleased with how you behaved during the meeting slut, now you may remove the vibrator and return to your desk,” he said. I do as I’m told, but I was still hornier than I think I’d ever been and needed to cum desperately. I had his cum drying on my face and tits and my pussy was leaking like a sieve.
“Sir, please,” I whimpered.
“NOW!” he orders gruffly and I scurry back to my desk before I anger him further. I do not want to be punished. I sit at my desk doing my work and sulking; the fire left unquenched and raging still in my neglected pussy.
It was about an hour later when Sir called me back to his desk. My pussy fire had not abated and I had hopes that he was going to see to that matter. Instead, he told me to get up on my knees on the desk. Puzzled, I did as he said, and then he pulled out a suction cup dildo and stuck in on the desktop in front of me. I looked at him, wondering what this was about.
“I enjoy seeing how you look with a stiff cock in your mouth,” he said. I smiled at him and went to work, dried cum on my face, sucking on the dildo. Although it tasted plastic and fake, I tried to imagine it was his cock and showed him how much I love having him in my mouth. After a few moments of bobbing and licking on the dildo, I was getting into it. I was moaning and slurping on the fake cock, imagining I was going down on my beloved Sir.
Suddenly I felt his hand on my ass and before I could react, I felt two fat fingers plunge deep into my pussy. “Ahhh,” I moaned as the fingers slid deeper in. I was so wet, I was dripping all over. I needed to come, badly! I mewled again. I really needed to come so much. “Sir,please… please may I cum,” I begged him again, whimpering like a child.
Instead he intercomed out to his receptionist at the desk outside his office “Yes, Laura, can you have Derrick come to my office please?” he said. I sat up stunned. Here I am, kneeling on the boss’s desk, naked with dried cum on my face and tits, sucking on a plastic dildo, my pussy leaking like a broken pipe, and he calls in Derrick – the same guy that hassled me this morning (and every morning, practically) in the elevator?
“Master what…” I started to say.
“You speak pretty clearly for having a mouthful of cock, slut!” he retorted. I knew I should shut up now before I got into trouble. I went back to sucking the dildo, my face burning with shame.
As soon as Derrick walked in, his eyes flew to me and his mouth dropped open. “Sir, is this a good time?” he asked. I’m not sure which one of us was more embarrassed by the situation. But Sir wasn’t fazed in the least.
“Have a seat Derrick.” he ordered. Derrick sat down. “Something of concern has come to my attention. It would seem that you and my little ‘desk ornament’ here have been playing a little office hanky panky.”
“Sir I…” Derrick began as I sat up ready to defend myself. I knew the slimy Derrick would try to pin all this on me to save his own ass and I wasn’t going to let him.
“Sir, I was just minding my own business,” I started to protest.
“No one told you to stop sucking that dildo, slut!” he said. I went back to my work, listening carefully to what was being said and ready to defend myself again if necessary. It wasn’t.
“Derrick, there is no sense in trying to make excuses. Come around and look at this,” he said. Derrick stepped around the desk and looked at the computer screen. It was playing the video from the morning elevator ride. It showed plainly how Derrick had pinned me into the corner and was taking his liberties with me.
Derrick mumbled an apology, “I’m sorry Mr. Blackwell, sir, it’s just that the way she was dressed… well it had my mind going wild.”
“I can understand that,” Sir said, “She is quite a little cocktease, and she does dress provocatively. But she does so at my request to please me.”
“Yes, Sir. Of course,” Derrick said.
“Tell me Derrick, do you have a wife or girlfriend?”
“I have a girlfriend, Sir. Why do you ask?”
“And does she take care of you… sexually?”
“Not really, Sir. I mean she does when she is in the mood, but that isn’t as often as I’d like,”
“I can relate. I am married to a real bitch of a wife, myself. She is forever riding me and not in a good way, I might add. That is why I have Julie here. She is my stress relief, and she makes me enjoy coming to work. She takes care of me here when I have had a bad night or bad weekend at home, which is most of the time, sadly,”
“Yes Sir,”
“Derrick, I am a powerful man and I am not in the habit of sharing. I am going to overlook this incident this time because you are a good worker and I can sympathize with your situation. However, do not let it happen again. Because the next time I won’t be so easy going,” he said, menacingly.
I knelt there on the desk, bobbing up and down on the dildo, as I listened to the exchange. At first I was worried about how the conversation was going, but when Sir came to my rescue, I was beaming with pride. I was HIS girl, his slut, and he told Derrick that. My heart soared and my pussy gushed.
“Yes, Sir. It won’t happen again,” Derrick said.
“Good,” he said. Then to my surprise, he turned to me. “Now, slut, I want you to see what you can do to help Derrick with his ‘problem’. We have work to do, and it is hard to work when you are stressed.”
I looked at my Sir and saw him smiling. I returned his smile and moved around to Derrick. I obediently unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. It wasn’t as impressive as Sir’s, but it would do.
“My slut loves cock and sperm. Look at her, she loves it so much, she hasn’t washed my cum off her face from this morning,” he chuckled. I blushed beet red and licked Derrick’s cock. “Now slut, we don’t have all day; bob and suck. Derrick isn’t free for you to play with all day,” he said.
I set about sucking him fast and hard, taking him deeper as he isn’t at big as Sir, and moan around his cock, I licked his balls and kept pumping his cock with my fist. I licked around his head, tasting his pre-cum. No one tastes as good as Sir, though.
Just as I was getting into a good rhythm with Derrick and had him moaning and groaning, my Sir came up behind me and began fingering my dripping slit. I was already so horny I could hardly stand it. Now sucking Derrick’s cock and being fingered by Sir, I was nearly insane with lust and moaning around Derrick’s cock. I was squirming and wriggling my ass as Sir probed my slobbering pussy. He added to my misery when he introduced his thumb into my ass. Now, with all three holes plugged, I struggled to keep from cumming.
Riding the ragged edge of an earth-shattering orgasm, I focused all my concentration and energy into sucking Derrick off quickly and diverting my mind from my own agonizing need to cum.
Finally, he stumbled backward a bit, so I grabbed his ass, pulling him to me and shoving my mouth down on his cock harder, pushing him deeper down my throat. I felt him straighten and his cock swell. I knew he was about to cum so I prepared myself. Sure enough, a moment later I felt the first spurts of his cum shoot down my throat. I took all he had to give and when he finished, I sucked the last few drops from him and licked him clean, placing his soft cock back in his pants. He collapsed in Sir’s big chair, panting for breath.
“Thank you, Sir, I really needed that. She always has me so frustrated and worked up when we are in the elevator together,” he panted to Sir.
“That’s okay, Derrick. I understand. But, in the future, maybe it would be wiser to take separate elevators to work, to keep the frustration down,” he said. Derrick knew just what he meant.
“Sir?” I mewled softly.
“What is it?” he said. “Speak up slut!”
“I need to come, Sir, please! I need to come so badly,” I moan and push back against his fingers to show my need. “Master… pleeease.”
“If you will excuse me Derrick, my slut needs my attention for a while, you may sit and watch or leave, it’s up to you,” he told Derrick, as he unbuckled his pants and his cock was right there, standing to attention for me. I mewled happily. At last I will get to cum!
He grabbed my hips, pulling me back and off the desk. I stood up behind the desk and he kicked my legs wide apart and bent me over the desk, my ass sticking out and my pussy drooling for Sir’s hard, wonderful cock. My tits hung lewdly over the desk, the hard nipples just scraping across the cool wood, adding even more sensations to my lust-addled mind.
He shoved his fingers back in my pussy, pumping in and out very fast as I rose up on my toes, the friction and churning bringing me perilously close to losing it right away. He pulled his fingers out and the next second he slammed his big, hard cock inside my pussy. “Ah my pet, so hot and tight for me. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
And I started pushing back as he slammed into me repeatedly. “Sir! Oh God Sir! Ahhh… yes, please fuck me! YES. Ahhh,” I moaned. I hadn’t come in days, and I needed this so bad. He reached around me and, within a second, had my tender nipple in between his strong fingers, pinching and tugging and twisting, sending waves of pain and pleasure to my pussy.
Just for reference, I have big boobs, 34D, and my large thick nipples are a dusky rose color, just like the inside of my pussy lips. They are perky and stand out like two big globes against my slim figure.
He slid a finger into my asshole, pushing it deep, then adding a second to stretch my hole wide. “Sir! Pleeease… please, I need to come for you. Please, make me come,” I moaned and yelled out.
He pinched my clit hard “Come!” he ordered and I fell to pieces. Coming and coming, my pussy squeezing his cock, I was suddenly empty, as he withdrew his cock. Then I felt him slam into my pussy again, and my cunt was sucking him, squeezing the cum out of him. I felt him empty his load inside me.
“Yes, please!” I moaned loudly. Panting, I couldn’t stop coming and he didn’t stop until every last drop of his cum was inside my pussy. Derrick sat in the chair, only a couple feet away, watching as I came for my Sir. Finally, spent and utterly happy, I slumped forward, collapsing on the desk, panting.
He slapped my ass hard. “Where are your manners slut? Clean me up, NOW!” he growled. I pushed away from the desk and dropped to my knees, and started licking his cock clean. I tasted my pussy on his cock along with his cum. I moaned around him, cleaning him up as I dripped his cum onto the floor.
“That’s enough, now clean this mess on the floor slut. I see all your juices and my cum leaking there.” I do just that, bending over, to clean the floor and I felt Sir jamming a finger back into me. I moan out in pleasure and pain. I am so spent and the day isn’t even half over!
Sir had a meeting to attend, so he and Derrick head out of the office, leaving me to lap up the mess on the floor.
After his meeting, Sir came back into his office. “It’s been a long day. Go clean that cum off your face and get dressed and head home. My driver will drop you off wherever you need to go. And get some rest, slut. Tomorrow’s going to be a slow day for me, but a hectic day for you, full of surprises,” he said.
I could see the evil glint in his eyes and nodded, kissing him for a while, after which I got dressed and headed home.
