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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

July 18, 2010

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The strains of “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” drifted from the stadium’s speakers into my company’s private box.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” said Ken, one of our company’s most important clients, who currently had his fist buried deep in my cunt. “It’s time for the seventh inning stretch.” He pulled his hand out, and while I was still gasping from the sudden departure, I felt the cold metal of an aluminum baseball bat press against the opening of my cunt. “Open up for me, Lyn. Show me what the little slut can really take.” Wet and slippery from lube and my own juices, the head of the bat slipped into my cunt, filling me up like I’d never been filled before.

The evening hadn’t started off this way. Usually when we have our annual client event at the company’s box at the baseball stadium, things are not quite this interesting. And at the beginning of the night, it had started off in the usual way. Me, naked except for a sexy pair of stiletto pumps, kneeling on the floor between the bar and the bathroom. Most of the clients would stop into the bathroom to unload their last beer, then stop off for a quick blow job, shooting their load down my throat before grabbing another beer and heading back to watch the game. But I could always count on Davis and a couple of the other more sadistic clients to use me as a urinal first, just to keep things interesting.

But when the opposing team was already up by 6 runs at the end of the 5th inning, people started losing interest in the game, and taking advantage of the “other entertainment.” Also known as me.

With the beer flowing freely, the clients had been less inhibited than usual, and were taking turns using me two at once, one cock in my cunt and another in my mouth. After the initial frenzy had passed there was a lull while they got ready for another round, and that was when Ken had moved in.

Ken was one of our best clients. He kept us busy with a steady stream of contracts, and was frequently the beneficiary of my services as a “signing bonus.”

“Enjoying yourself tonight, Lyn?” he’d asked as he sat down next to me on the floor where I was leaning against the wall, having just finished off clients seven and eight.

“You know I love my work, Ken. Anything I can do for you?”

“Yes, I do having something in mind for you,” he said, slipping his hand between my legs, then two fingers into my cunt. I was so wet and sloppy from all the fucking that I didn’t feel much of anything until his third finger went in.

“You do enjoy your work, I can tell that. You’re very proud of yourself, I think.”

He paused, three fingers working my cunt hard and deep. “You think you can take a lot, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this, and the tone of his voice was making me a little nervous. But he’s the client and I know my job, so I just nodded, distracted by his hand at my cunt as he began working a fourth finger in.

“Well, let’s see if you can take what I have in mind for you, then. I’ve been thinking about this ever since last year’s baseball game.”

He got quiet then, and I could hear the clients’ drunken banter from the front of the box, talking shop and thanking the boss for the invitation to the game. Then I couldn’t hear them any more over the sound of my own breathing and moaning as Ken added his thumb to the rest of the fingers in my cunt, and began fisting me.

It wasn’t long after that before the infamous song began to play, and Ken picked up that baseball bat that was leaned up against the wall. The bat he must have brought along with this exact scenario in mind.

I’d been fisted before, but this was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Thick, of course. But hard and unyielding in a way a hand or cock was not. Cold, too, although the heat of my cunt was quickly warming up the metal. As Ken was slowly fucking me with the bat and I was struggling to process everything I was feeling, another client wandered up, ready for a second go round.

“Holy shit,” I heard him call to the others, “Lyn’s got a baseball bat in her cunt.” And then any feigned interest in the game was lost, as they all gathered around to watch the show.

The client who’d called to the others took advantage of his position at the front of the queue to drop his pants down and start using my mouth, while the others gathered around.  Drunk as he was, and with me being distracted by the intensity of that bat in my cunt, it was taking a long time for him to get off. “Fuck this,” I heard another client say, “this is too fucking hot to wait.” Between thrusts of the man in my mouth, I saw him drop his pants and take his already erect cock into his hand. It wasn’t long before I felt warm spurts of sticky come on my stomach. Then more, on my legs. The man using my mouth finished up, and as he moved away someone came in right behind him, not to have me suck him, but to shoot a load of come all over my face.  And then they just kept coming, all over me – on my breasts and face, in my hair.

I was sticky and covered with come by the time Ken pulled the bat from my cunt.”I don’t think her cunt will be much use to us for a while. But fortunately she’s got a couple other holes for us to use,” he said, as he took his own cock out of his pants, smeared it with the pussy juice that had flowed out my cunt as the bat left it, and pushed his cock full hilt into my ass.

After that, no one cared even a little bit who won the baseball game.

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Office Party

December 6, 2009

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The office holiday party is always a really strange experience for me. For one thing, I get to wear clothes – that’s a real novelty, and completely unheard of except for that one time I swapped with Jenny. Tonight i’d chosen slinky black backless dress and a pair of Betsey Johnson party shoes in black and gold.

And then there are the clients, some of who receive our “special services,” but many who do not. And lastly, there are the wives. Who most certainly do not know about the unique perks that keep their husbands happily working overtime.

But it’s a good time nonetheless, and with copious food and wine flowing, if someone grabs the administrative assistant’s ass, well… it’s just a holiday office party and isn’t that practically de rigueur?

This year’s party was in full swing when I decided I needed a break from the action. The cool air of the hallway was a welcome relief from the steamy room filled with alcoholic breath and sweaty hands slipping where they shouldn’t. And once I got down to the executive wing, even the sounds of the party had slipped away.

Which is why I was able to hear her. Some quiet sniffles, a blowing nose, the soft sound of tears held inside but threatening to slip out.

I poked my head into the little conference room, and there was Peterson’s wife, sitting in the high back roller chair at the head of the table, try unsuccessfully not to cry.

I’m really not so good with the gal pal thing, so I quickly turned to leave, only to be betrayed by that damn jingle bell bracelet one of our clients had been passing out as party favors.

“Lyn, is that you?”

I went back into the conference room. “Yes, Mrs. Peterson,” I answered. And then, because it seemed the thing to do, “Is everything okay?”

Well, of course everything was not okay. Turns out she’d caught Mr. Peterson in a clutch with that “hussy” Jenny (i had to stifle a snicker at that), and she was pissed about it.

“I don’t know what he sees in that little tramp,” she said tipsily. “Especially when he’s got *these* waiting for him at home.” And with that, she pulled down the front of her (already low cut) dress to reveal those delightfully perky tits that I’d fantasized about many a time while blowing her husband.

“Very impressive indeed,” I agreed. “But why don’t you put them away and I’ll help you get back to the party?”

She was having none of it. “They’re all natural, you know. Still look as good as they did when I was 20. And they feel fantastic – c’mere Lyn, come see what I mean.”

I looked down the empty hallway, then back at Mrs. Peterson. And then I did just what you’d expect the office slut to do – I went over to other side of the conference table and put my hands on her glorious breasts.

She was right – they did feel fantastic. A generous handful, but not too much. The perfect balance of soft and firm. At first my touch was tentative (I was *trying* to be good!), but when she reached up and put her hand over mine, squeezing them around her breasts, I gave up and just went with it.

Her generous nipples grew hard in my palms, and as her hands released mine, I slid my fingers down to stroke them. Tentatively at first, in case she was going to freak out, but no, she tilted her head back and moaned, clearly enjoying the attention. I couldn’t help but wonder if they tasted as good as the looked, so – throwing caution to the wind – I took one in my mouth.

Her hand on the back of my head, pushing me into her chest, told me that she had no objections to this next step. “Harder,” she moaned. “Suck them hard, Lyn.”

After that, I didn’t worry about any more caution, and didn’t need any more prompting either. After I’d paid her breasts their due attention (and believe me, they really did deserve some attention), I slipped one hand up under her short skirt. Her legs spread eagerly apart for me, and I wasn’t surprised to discover that she wasn’t wearing any panties with her garter belt and stockings. Her cunt was already wet as I slipped one, then two, and finally three fingers inside of her.

Unsatisfied with my position, I slid my fingers out. She groaned in frustration, but as I motioned her up on the conference table she got the picture. On top of the table (where I had been too many times to count) I was able to get my fingers really working inside of her, and to get my mouth down on her clit at the same time.

Sweet, salty, and tangy, her copious juices filled my mouth as I licked her cunt and fingered her. Her moans and panting breath filled my ears, growing faster and more guttural as she reached the edge and then fell over it, her orgasm wetting my hand even more. I paused for only a moment to let her catch her breath, then kept going until she had a second climax, and then a third.

“Enough, enough!” she panted, pushing herself back away my hand, leaving a puddle of cunt juices on the table where she had been.

I gave her a minute to collect herself, and she slowly climbed off the table. I was sad to see her spectacular breasts confined to her bodice once again as she straightened herself out.

She pushed me up against the wall, and leaned in very close to my face. “Thank you, Lyn,” she said, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Then she darted off, blond hair swinging as she flipped her head back at me from the door. “That’ll show him,” she said, smugly, “that two can play at that game.”

I let her go down the hall, waiting a full two or three minutes before I headed back to the party myself. When I got there, she had just finished downing a glass of champagne and was heading over for a refill. Peterson was on the other side of the room, in the middle of a vigorous debate with the other partners about football or something equally as trivial.

“Peterson,” I said, swinging my hand over his shoulder and resting it on his cheek, “I think your wife’s had a few too many – you might want to take her home.”

He looked at me, with a curious look in his eyes. The look of a man who’s trying to decide if that’s really the smell of his wife’s cunt on the hand resting on his face.

“Thank you, Lyn,” he replied. “I think I will do just that.”

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Sick Day, Part 2

March 8, 2009

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I run into Jenny in the lunch room, her arms laden down with Davis’ wife’s excess zucchini crop. As they tumble down to the table there, I grab one.

“Oh, these must be from Davis! I love his wife’s zucchini,” I say, as I slice one and pop a piece into my mouth. “I don’t know what she does when she grows them, but they’re the most flavorful zucchini I’ve ever had.”

It’s hard to keep myself from laughing at the mortified look on Jenny’s bright red face, but somehow I manage.

“So, how’s it going back there?” I ask as we sit down at the lunch table. “Are the boys behaving themselves? Are you having fun?”

Jenny’s eyes are staring intently at her lunch as she mumbles her response. “It’s not exactly what I expected. But…” she pauses, obviously embarrassed. “But… well… it’s all making me pretty hot.”

“That’s the way you want it to be. Just don’t get any ideas – this is a one day swap. Monday all those cocks are mine again,” i say, grabbing another zucchini and slipping it whole in my mouth, deep throating it, as I watch Jenny’s whole body blush this time.

“Phones are ringing, so I must be going. Have a good afternoon,” I say sweetly, and manage not to bust a gut until I’m out of the room and halfway down the hall. Poor innocent Jenny.

Back at my desk, I tuned the video feed into the lunch room, just in time to see Smith walk in and give Jenny the once over. She barely got the words out to explain when he had her bent over the lunch table, his hands working clumsily at his zipper. Pulling his half-hard cock out of his pants, he slapped it all over Jenny’s ass, his cock growing longer and stiffer with each slap.

Then he thrust into her, one long stroke, hands gripping her around the waist as he moved in and out. And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over, Smith stepping away from her and zipping himself back up. Sucks to be a premature ejaculator in this office (and sucks to be fucked by one too – i never get off on Smith’s days). Jenny stands up and reaches for a napkin to wipe off the cum I can see glistening on the inside of her thighs, but I see Smith shake his head. It’s his day, and he wants her to wear it all day, so the other men will know who’s top dog today.

After lunch the phone calls come fast and furious, and the boss has some other work for me too. By the time I’m able to tune into Jenny again, the day is almost done.

I find her in Peterson’s office, laid out on his desk. He’s kneeling over her as she holds her breasts close together so he can fuck her tits. I can tell she’s really into it, as she’s eagerly reaching out her tongue to lick the head on the top of every thrust. Peterson is an attractive guy, and Jenny’s got nice tits, so it’s a lovely tableau to watch. I slip my hand up under my skirt again, gathering up my slippery cunt juices and gliding my fingers over and around my clit. Between the scene on the screen and the feeling between my legs, let’s just say I’m a little distracted.

So distracted, in fact, that I don’t notice the boss has come in behind me until I feel his hand clamp over my lips.

“And what have you found here, Lyn? I see you’ve been keeping a good eye on Jenny,” he says, and pulls me up with the hand gripping my face.

As that hand steers me towards the back office, his other hand is roughly undoing the buttons on my shirt, and one or two pop off. When we’re in his office he lets go of me and orders me to finish taking my clothes off. As I do, he pushes the button for speakerphone and dials Peterson’s office. Peterson is out of breath, and I hope that he had a chance to finish, because the boss orders him to send Jenny up at once.

“So you like to watch, do you Lyn?” he asks, hanging up the speakerphone. “Well, as it turns out, so do I.”

When Jenny walks into the office i’m kneeling on the floor, my hands bound behind my back.

“The boys tell me you did well today, Jenny. You can expect a bonus on your next check. And Lyn here has a bonus for you right now, don’t you Lyn?”

I nod, and the boss orders Jenny to kneel in front of me. Arms bound, I’m a little awkward, but as I lean forward and take first one nipple and then the other into my mouth, I can taste the fresh cum there, and I know that Peterson did manage to finish. I lick and suck her nipples and her collarbone – where his pearl necklace must have collected – until I can’t taste him any more, just her smooth skin and tight nipples, exuding her own scent and flavor of arousal and need.

The boss tells Jenny to lie down and then I’m bending over between her legs, struggling with my bound arms, and knowing that the boss is getting even more turned on from watching me struggle. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of tumbling over, I finally get my face down between her legs. I can taste Smith there as I begin to lick her mound, swirling my tongue between neatly trimmed pubic hair. Then I move down to her opening, sliding my tongue from her hole, sweet and tangy with her wetness, all the way up to her clit, feeling her body shudder under me as I lick and suck her clit.

I tease her a little more before I get into a rhythm and begin working her slowly but thoroughly to climax. My shoulders are aching with my arms bound behind me, but my breasts are thrust out in front, and every time my erect nipples brush against Jenny’s legs a little shock goes down to my own cunt. I’m rocking back and forth as I suck and lick her clit, and when she finally shudders and writhes beneath me, I feel like my own orgasm is just a couple more rocks forward away.

So of course the boss is there to pull me up right away, and slap my legs wide apart, so I can’t even push myself over with a couple of thigh squeezes. “Nice work, Lyn. But nothing for you today – remember, you’re just the receptionist.”

“Who should learn to pay attention to her job,” he growls under his breath in my ear.

“And nice work for you to Jenny. But I expect you to be back on the phones on Monday, understand?” Jenny nods, and with a hard swat to the ass of each of us the boss sends us out of his office.

And sure enough, on Monday Jenny’s voice was back, and I was back in my place, fucking and sucking. But somehow I don’t think this will be the last time Jenny gets to play the office slut.

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Sick Day, Part 1

February 21, 2009

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I’m putting my makeup and getting ready to head into work when my cell phone rings. I can barely hear the voice on the other end.

“Lyn, it’s Jenny,” says the scratchy whisper.

“You sound terrible. I take it you’re sick?” Jenny is the receptionist. Cute perky blond, straight out of college, she’s been on the job for a few months.

“I feel fine, I just can’t talk,” she whispers.  “Which means I can’t answer the phones. And I’m out of sick days.”

“That sucks,” I respond, wondering why on earth she’s calling me.

“I really need a full paycheck. Do you, um, do you think we could switch?”

Thinking she couldn’t possibly have said what I think she just said, I ask her to repeat, and yes, she’s asking to switch. As in, she’ll play the office slut for a day if I answer the phones. Well, well – now this is an interesting proposition.

“You’ll owe me a big favor – answering phones is so boring. But yes, I’ll do it for you just this once. Dress code calls for 4-inch heels – do you even own those?” I ask, thinking of perky blonde Jenny in her office-appropriate pencil skirts and colorful ballet flats.

She has a pair in her closet somewhere, she tells me. I tell her to make sure her legs and underarms are smooth. Pubic hair’s okay, if she wants it, but it must be neatly trimmed. I tell her I’ll meet her at the office, and then start thinking about my own closet. I don’t usually get to wear clothes on the job – this will be so novel.

I get to the office, and Jenny’s there waiting for me. Shoes look good – classic black stilettos, always a fine choice. She spends a few minutes going over the phone setup in her hoarse voice, and then we both step behind the frosted glass wall that separates the reception area from the rest of the office suite. My cubicle is just inside, and I tell her to strip down and leave her clothes there.

Nerves have kicked in now, and she’s slow to act, her fingers fumbling with her buttons. But finally she’s naked except for the shoes, and just in time for my – her – 9 am meeting with the boss.

We slip into his office and kneel, and when he walks in I’m sure he’s doing a double take. “Lyn,” he growls, “just what is going on here?”

I explain the situation – Jenny’s laryngitis, my working the phones for the day, and Jenny just nods.

“Highly irregular. This is highly irregular.” The boss doesn’t seemed pleased – he likes things just so – but he tells Jenny to stand up and present herself. i stay kneeling on the floor as he cups each breast one at a time, giving each nipple a pinch. Then spreads her legs apart and roughly pushes two fingers into her cunt. Turning her around, he spreads her ass, and using the cunt juice on his fingers, lubricates a slim butt plug and slips it in.

“So far, so good. Now let’s see how she performs. On your knees, slut.”

He slips his cock out of his pants, and Jenny sets to work on it. What she lacks in finesse, she makes up for in enthusiasm and college coed charm, and it doesn’t take her long to get him rock hard.

“Present your cunt, slut.”

Jenny leans over the desk, spreading her legs wide, and he pushes his cock into her in one long thrust. i’m sure if she could talk she’d squeal a bit, but instead her eyes just get wide. A grimace of pain crosses her face, but as he continues thrusting and she loosens up, I can see that she’s starting to enjoy herself. I’m enjoying myself too, watching her get fucked.

The boss is silent, just a shudder and an extra hard thrust as evidence when he shoots his load into her cunt and steps away.

“She’ll do. She’s not you, Lyn, but we’ll give her a shot.”

He quickly lays out the rules for Jenny – she’s to do whatever the guys tell her to do. Except fucking, ass or vagina – he controls that, only dispensing it when he feels someone’s earned it. Today that’s Smith. The rest of them will have to use other body parts if they feel like getting off. He tells me to keep an eye on her, then releases us from his office.

I can hear the phone ringing, so I set Jenny on her way, leaving it up to her to make the rounds and tell the boys. I’m sure they’ll have no problems at all with this “highly irregular” situation.

When the boss told me to keep an eye on her, he may have been speaking figuratively, but I have other intentions. Our office is equipped with a state-of-the-art CCTV system, and the feed’s accessible through our intranet. The boss likes to watch how the boys use their slut, and I found his password one time when I was cleaning off his desk after he’d used me on it.

So as soon as I get settled in at the reception area, I called up the feed, and flipped through the various offices until I found her in Johnson’s. A good choice to start with, I thought – Johnson is the sweetest and gentlest of the bunch. A gentle *giant* – given the size of his sweet sweet cock – but definitely gentle. He was leaned back in his chair letting Jenny work his cock. Even with both hands around the base of his shaft what was left still filled her mouth, but she worked it really well. Clearly this co-ed had learned a thing or two in college.

Watching her work on Johnson was getting me worked up, so i hiked up my skirt and started rubbing my clit in time to her up and down action on his cock. I’d worn a garter belt with no panties to ensure I’d have easy access to myself – answering the phones really is boring, and part of why I left my last job for this more interesting gig.

Jenny’s head bobbed up and down, and her hands gripped Johnson nice and tight. They were definitely hitting a rhythm together, and so was I. Johnson’s mouth opened in a soundless groan (no audio on the feed) as he came in her mouth, and my clit tingled on the edge of my own orgasm to match, when – BRRRNG – the damn phone rang.

It was for Johnson. I called his office to transfer the call, amused to watch him scrambling for the phone on the video feed. “Call for you. You sound a little out of breath? Everything okay? How’s Jenny working out back there?” I watched shy sweet Johnson turn beet red as he mumbled “fine, fine,” and then I transferred the call.

Not as good as an orgasm would have been, but fun anyway. And there would certainly be more chances.

The boss buzzed me and I actually had to pay attention to my work for a little while, returning some phone calls for him. When I looked again I found Jenny in Davis’ office, looking on in horror as Davis held up a zucchini, taken from the pile sitting on his desk. I knew what was coming next – he’d played this game with me last year. His wife had a garden, and every summer the zucchini harvest would get out control, so he’d bring in the extras to put out in the lunch room. But – sadist that he is – he wanted to amuse himself with them first.

He situated Jenny in his spare office chair, legs spread, cunt open and available. And then he started fucking her with the zucchini. Just a small one to start, but when that was slippery with cunt juices, he pulled it out and grabbed a fresh, larger one. He rubbed her clit with his fingers, ensuring she was aroused even as she was blushing with embarrassment. Then a larger one still, and I knew from my own experience that he’d have latched onto that humiliation and would be using it as much as he could, telling her what a slut she was to be getting so wet from being fucked by a vegetable. I saw him order her to do something, and she shook her head in refusal. He slapped her across the face and ordered again, and this time I could see her lips move. Davis reached out and grabbed a much larger zucchini from the pile, and I knew he’d made her beg him for it. Thrusting it into her, he started working her clit as hard as he could, and although I could see in her face that she was fighting it, I knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold out. Sure enough, a few seconds later her whole body was shuddering with an orgasm.

Davis left her there, turning back to his computer to check his email, Jenny still legs up and spread in the chair, the end of the zucchini sticking out of her cunt. This time there was no phone call to interrupt me as I brought myself to climax watching her sit there, wishing I had a nice thick zucchini in my own cunt right now.

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Sealing the Deal

January 14, 2009

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The company I work for isn’t a sleazy as you’d think a place that employed an office slut would be.  They’re really a very professional firm, and are well known and respected in the field because of the quality of their work and the excellent service they give.  My work is almost entirely internal – keeping the boys happy and on their toes, and amusing the CEO, for the most part. But there are a few customers who get a little “extra” in the way of excellent service.

I look forward to the times that i’m called in to help “seal a deal.” The sweet humiliation of being the naked slut serving a room of men in suits was a big part of why I took this job, after all. Nothing gets me as wet, or as eager to please.

So I was thrilled when, kneeling in his office awaiting my day’s instruction, the boss informed me that there would be an important client meeting today. One where I was to be on my best behavior, and demonstrate fully to the client what kind of service they could expect from our firm.

My mind was full of fantasies about erect cocks slipping out of Armani suits as I got the conference room ready.  Peterson walked past as I stood at the copier readying copies of our service quotes for the meeting, only to stop and quickly come back to investigate the smell of sex and desire coming from my cunt. “Excited about the meeting today, Lyn?” he asked, smirking as he ran his hand between my legs and smeared dripping cunt juice across my eager and erect nipples.

When meeting time came around, I knelt in my usual place, just to one side of the door where guests entered the conference room. Legs spread, breasts thrust out, eyes on the floor – waiting patiently to see how and if I’d be used. Sometimes I wasn’t. Sometimes just the presence of the office slut was enough. Sometimes they’d just ask me to serve coffee, the lackeys and underlings ogling my nakedness, erect cocks straining against tight slacks as I bent over them to refill a cup. Sometimes there’d be more.

I kept my eyes trained to the floor as they filed in.  Listened as the boss talked to someone – their CEO, I guessed from the tone of his voice – about the company, about who’d be attending the meeting today. He stopped directly in front of me.

“And this is Lyn.”

A hand reached down and grabbed my chin firmly, pulling it up to get a look at my face. A hand with long, red-lacquered nails. A hand attached to a body wearing a pair of red-bottomed Louboutin pumps and an Yves St Laurent suit. A body attached the face of the most gorgeous woman I could remembering laying eyes on.

Suddenly this meeting got even more interesting.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about Lyn,” she said, and pulled me to standing, still holding on to my chin. She looked at me, and my eyes dropped to the floor, my usual smart-ass nature replaced with meek compliance as I saw in her eyes that she was not someone to be trifled with.  Her hands cupped and lifted each breast in turn, and spread my ass cheeks and inspected me there. Then one finger slid between my legs, gathering my cunt juices, making me shudder as she ran a fingernail across my clit. “I think she’ll do,” she said, as she sniffed my cunt juices on her finger, then slid the same finger into my mouth for me to clean off.

As the meeting began, I found myself in service as her footstool. I worked hard to maintain my position as the pressure from her legs weighed down on my back. Stifled my outburst when she bent her leg and rested the pointy heel of her stiletto against my ass. The meeting went on around me, and I scarcely paid attention, too busy wondering where this was going to end up, too busy imagining what she might do to me next.

The next thing I knew, everyone was standing up. Hands were shaken, backs were clapped, and exclamations of the beginnings of a “wonderful partnership” were made. Clearly, we had sealed the deal.

Or perhaps not yet.

“There’s just one thing. I do need to make sure of the slut. I think she’ll be perfect for some projects I have in mind, and her reputation does precede her, but I would like to be sure.”

“By all means,” the boss said. “Do as you like with her. I’ll have Peterson wait outside – he can bring you by my office to finalize things before you leave. I have no doubt that you’ll find Lyn to your liking. We certainly do.”

As the boss and our team filed out, I realized that there were others in the room. I’d been so enraptured by this woman, that I hadn’t even noticed the rest of her entourage. Four men in suits – just what I’d been hoping for – but completely overshadowed by her.

“I hear you like gangbangs, Lyn. Is that true?”

I nodded, not sure if I should speak, not sure how to address her.

“Good. Because my boys do too.”

The first of them put me up on the conference table, spread my legs, and dropping his pants just enough to get his cock out, shoved himself into my cunt.

“Eyes on me, Lyn,” she said, as he fucked me. I struggled to keep my eyes on her as she stared into mine, as one by one the men fucked me, came in me, and pulled out for the next. Apparently she only employs particularly virile men, as by the time the fourth was done, the first was ready to go again. I watched her all the while, my body responding to the men fucking it, but my mind firmly focused on pleasing only her.

After the second round, she dismissed the men. Now it was just the two of us in the conference room.

“On the floor, slut,” she commanded, and I pulled myself off the table to kneel at her feet, embarassed by the trail of come dripping out of my cunt.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, poking the pointy toe of her shoe into my raw and abused cunt, and beginning to fuck me with it.

“Pleased to be of service, ma’am,” i responded, as my body responded to the rhythm of her foot, my stretched-out, come-filled, and used cunt accommodating more of her shoe than i would have thought possible.

“How many times did you come, Lyn, when they were fucking you?”

“None, ma’am,” I gasped, my breath coming faster now.

“Good girl. I was hoping you were waiting for me. Can you come for me now, Lyn? Can you show me that you are an obedient slut?”

My breath came faster, my cunt began to clench, my eyes rolled back in my head a little.

Crack! Her hand slapped my cheek hard. “Come for me now, slut!” she commanded, and I exploded all over her shoe in my cunt, gushing onto the floor beneath us.

“Good girl,” she said, removing her shoe from my cunt. “Now, clean up this mess you made.”

I carefully licked her shoe, cleaning off the mixture of my cunt juices and the men’s come from every inch of her shoe, making sure I got it right the first time, afraid of what she’d do if I missed a spot. Only pulling back when I was sure I’d gotten it all.

Apparently I’d done a good enough job, because she got up and walked out without another word to me. But I could hear her in the hallway as Peterson walked her out to the boss’ office.

“Oh yes, she’ll do,” she said. “She’ll do just fine.”

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Dictation with Davis

January 5, 2009

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9 am. I slip into the boss’s office and kneel on the floor – legs spread, palms upturned on my thighs, eyes on the floor – waiting for today’s instructions. I wait patiently while he first finishes a phone call, then writes and files some notes, then checks his email before turning his attention to the nude office slut kneeling next to his desk.

“Today you’re with Davis, Lyn. Bastard sprained his wrist last night – I didn’t ask how – and he’s got a quote that has to go out by the end of the day. Can’t type – doctor’s orders – so you’ll have to take dictation.”

I respond with a quick “Yes, Sir” and get up quickly to leave – the boss doesn’t like any delay once he’s given his orders. He gives me hard slap to the ass anyway, and I can feel the red outline of his handprint on my ass as I make my way down to Davis’ office. I entertain myself with thoughts of how Davis might have sprained his wrist, finally settling on overenthusiastic masturbation to the sounds of his neighbors having sex, overheard through his apartment’s thin walls.

My face must have betrayed my thoughts, because Davis greets me grouchily. “Wipe that smirk off your face, Lyn. We’ve got work to do.”

I settle in at his computer. Davis his behind me, but because of the weird “kneeling” chair i’m sitting on – he uses it because of his bad back – he’s still getting quite a view of my naked body and stiletto heels. He leans back on his desk chair, feet on the desk, tells me which files to pull up, and we get started on the quote. He dictates text for the narrative sections, and tells me where to get the numbers for the rest, and soon the quote is mostly complete. He’s lucky to have me – I was a highly effective and sought after executive assistant before leaving to take this more, um, “interesting” job, and while my administrative skills don’t get as much use here as my other skills, I can still kick ass and take names when called upon to do so.

I’m putting the finishing touches on the quote – cover page, references, – all the things I’m usually responsible for, and that don’t require Davis’ input, when he calls my name. I turn around, and see that he’s got his cock out in his hand. He must have been stroking it for a while – it’s long and very hard, the head swollen and purple. Slut that I am, my cunt immediately gets wet.

“Take care of this for me, will you?”

I slip off the chair and kneel between his legs, taking his cock deep into my mouth, sliding it to the back of my throat. Davis loves being deep throated, and he’ll force his way in if I don’t get there fast enough. So I work to quickly build up that porn-star quality spit that will let him slip his cock in and out of my throat, and I only gag a bit when he starts thrusting.

The position is bad, and he stands up. He drags me over to where he can support himself against the wall as he starts to face fuck me, slamming his cock into my throat (and my head against the wall) over and over again.

“That’s right, little slut, suck my cock. Screw taking dictation, now it’s time to take my dick. I know that’s what You really want.”

I can’t argue. Even as I fight not to gag, my cunt is getting wetter and wetter, and when he pulls out of my mouth and sprays his cum all over my breasts, I nearly orgasm just from the feeling of it on my erect nipples.

“Alright, back to work.”

I can feel his cum on my chest, cooling as it dries. And as Davis snores behind me, I decide his weird chair isn’t so bad after all, when I discover that I can position myself on it so that my clit is pressed against the “seat.”  The little nubs of rough fabric wrap around my clit, and I rub and rock myself to a quiet orgasm as I finish the quote and hit Send.

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Backed Up

December 5, 2008

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Davis pokes his head into my cubicle. “The toilet’s backed up again,” he tells me.

“I know, and I’ve already called the plumber, but they can’t get here until tomorrow.”

“Boss says we should use you instead. How do you want it, in a glass, or straight from the tap?”

i’m not one to turn down the opportunity for a cock in my mouth, although i’d rather it was cum hitting the back of my throat than piss. But i know my job, and i get out from behind my desk and kneel on the floor in front of Davis.

He unzips his pants – a little too eagerly, i think – and feeds his soft cock into my open mouth. i try to relax and think zen thoughts as the taste of his piss starts to fill my mouth and i struggle to keep swallowing and not choke. Finally, he’s done, and pulls out and zips up.

As he’s walking out the door, he turns to me – “Lyn, bring me a cup of coffee, will you? i have a feeling i’m going to need a lot of coffee today.”