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Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 06

But he didn't ask, and I didn't offer. So, after an uneventful cab drive, I snuck into the house and headed straight to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. After throwing my dirty clothes in the laundry basket, I put on a nighty - a short one. When I came back down, dinner was on the table and hubby was clearly in a playful mood, after seeing me in my nighty. Figuring I might as well give him a turn too, I got down on my knees in front of him and sucked his balls dry. When he was about to cum, I jacked him off all over the floor - deliberately not taking his spunk in my mouth. He seemed content with that smidgen of sexual attention, so we ate dinner and spent the rest of the night in front of the tv.

In the morning, I got up and left before he was up, I wanted to get an early start. After arriving at the office around 8.15, I managed to catch up on some paperwork by the time the guys started arriving. Brian was the first one to stumble in, but was clearly too tired for any kind of action. Aside from the standard hello, he just walked into his office, probably to get some more sleep.

At 8h43, Becky walked in, carrying her panties in her right hand, her skirt all wrinkled and covered in cum. Henry stepped out of the elevator right behind her, zipping up his pants. Becky and I shared a smile as Henry greeted me and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee.

The next one to arrive was Jerry - about fifteen minutes later. As soon as he walked in, I realized he was fired up and looking for something to abuse. As luck would have it, I was the first thing to catch his eye and so he snapped his fingers at me and motioned me to follow him, as if I was a dog. On his way into his office, he almost ran into Henry and greeted him with a unrecognizable murmuring, which confirmed my suspicion that he was in a foul mood for some reason.

"Take off your clothes." he said, after I walked into his office and closed the door behind us.

He sat down behind his desk and while I was still taking off my clothes, he said "When you're naked, turn around to face the door, bend over and pull your ass cheeks apart."

Being the good little whore that I am, I complied and got into the requested position, then reached back and put a hand on each one of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as far as I could. In that disgustingly - yet wonderfully - humiliating position, he ignored me for the longest time. As my head was facing the floor, I had no means of keeping track of time, but I figure it must have been ten or twelve minutes. Uncomfortable and degrading as it was, I patiently waited for my next command - if one was even coming - without as much as a sigh. I honestly couldn't tell if he was horny or if he was just degrading me for the fun of it.

Finally, he said "Stand up and turn around."

After giving me a few seconds to regain my orientation and balance, he looked me in the eye and asked "Have you given anyone here a rimjob yet?"

"No sir," I replied as I could feel my cunt contract.

"Outside of work?"

"Once."

"Your husband?"

"No," I smirked.

"Did you like it?"

"Not particularly," I replied honestly.

"That's too bad..." he said as he got up and pulled down his pants and boxers.

"'Cause you're going to lick my ass while you jack me off," he continued as he placed his hands on the desk and leaned slightly forward, looking me in the eye.

"Yes sir," I replied as I gasped for breath and walked around the desk, getting on my knees behind him. As I reached for his half-hard cock and started tugging it, I used my other hand to pry his ass cheeks open and stick my tongue in between them. Immediately, an overwhelming scent of peaches filled my nostrils, and as I began tracing circles around his asshole, I tasted some sort of soap or shower gel. Thankful that he had prepared for the occasion, I started jacking and licking to the best of my abilities, making him squirm and moan. Although he was squeaky clean back there, this was by far the nastiest thing I had ever done. I licked and tugged like the fucking whore that I was, and still, a part of me wished that I had a third hand to fuck myself with.

His dick responded well and I had him spurting in just a few minutes; after splattering his cum all over the front panel of his desk and the floor, he turned around and stuffed his dripping cock in my mouth. After letting me suck and lick his cock and balls clean, extensively, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "My turn, get on the desk, bitch."

Realizing I was going to need some additional coordinates and instructions, he promptly added, "On your knees, facing the door, and pull your ass cheeks apart."

I quickly got on the desk and assumed the requested position, folding in on myself, my ass just above my feet and my face flat against the desk. He sat down in his chair and scooted closer, putting his head against my ass, confirming that I was clean as a whistle too and then started licking my asshole. He really pushed his face into it and reached for my tits with both hands; as he started mauling them, he really went to town on my sensitive asshole. God, I was so horny!

I was hoping he would let go of my tits and put some fingers up my cunt, but no such luck, he just kept juggling my tits around and licking me back there for minutes on end. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

To my surprise, he poked his head up just long enough to say, "Enter."

From the corner of my eye, I recognized women's legs entering Jerry's office.

"Excuse me sir, but the Beijing delegation is on its way," Becky said.

"Fuck," he exclaimed as he stopped and poked his head up once again.

"Becky, take over here will ya?" Jerry said as he stood up and picked up the phone.

"Henry, where are we on the Beijing contract? They'll be here soon," I heard Jerry ask.

"Ok, general meeting. Your office, now. I'll be there in two," he said, as he put down the phone.

While Jerry pulled his boxers and pants back up, Becky walked around the desk and sat down in his chair, leaned in closer and started licking my cunt - an honest mistake. After a few seconds, Jerry suddenly said, "Her ass, Becky, not her twat."

Becky poked her head up and said, "Apologies sir," - as if she had misplaced a file - and dove right back in - the right hole this time.

After glancing at us one last time, Jerry walked out of the office.

Embarrassed for what Becky had been instructed to do to me, I glanced over my shoulder and said, "You don't have to do that, you know."

"Yes I do," she murmured.

"But it's just us in here, the door is closed and we can hear him coming," I whispered.

"It doesn't work that way, Maya, we're whores and we do as we're told, whether they can see us or not."

"It's just that I am not comfortable with..."

"Don't worry about it, I have done far worse things than this," Becky muttered.

"Would you mind ramming a few fingers up my cunt, I am so fucking horny," I asked, almost pleading.

"That was not part of my instructions..." she replied.

"... but then again, he was pretty vague; he didn't tell not to get you off," she continued, and with that she wriggled two fingers up my twat and started fucking the shit out of me.

Within seconds, I started moaning and wheezing.

"If you want me to finger you, you'll have to be quiet," she warned and stopped for a few moments, to make sure I knew she wasn't kidding.

"Okay, okay, I am sorry," I whispered softly, panting.

As she resumed her assault on my ass and twat, I limited my moaning and did my best to breathe through my nose. Aside from the occasional soft whimper, I managed to stay quiet, even through the lengthy and wonderful climax she gave me. After my orgasm, she pulled her fingers out of me slowly and continued licking.

Maybe it was the constant presence of her tongue against my ass, but I never really stopped being horny. Quite the contrary in fact, I only seemed to be getting hotter. After ignoring my raging and increasing lust for a few more minutes, I poked my head up, looked over my shoulder and asked, "Becky, would you mind?"

Apparently she realized what state I was in, because she immediately - without even having to finish my sentence - stuffed her fingers back up my wet twat and started fingering me again. The same restriction to making noise were still in effect, so I closed my eyes and pursed my lips together as I whined, wheezed and bucked against her finger fucking. In the next ten minutes, she brought me off twice more, before finally we heard the guys in the hallway wrapping things up. Becky quickly pulled her fingers out of me and started licking my cunt feverishly, as if she was trying to hide the evidence of what she'd been doing. She had just wedged her tongue back between my ass cheeks when Jerry came back in.

"Right, I'd forgotten about you two cunts in here," Jerry stated disrespectfully, "Dismissed."

I quickly jumped off the desk, gathered my clothes and scurried out of his office along with Becky. A wonderful sensation of absolute humiliation sent shivers down my spine. We were little more than objects to him... god, I loved that!

We scampered out of the office and while I sat down behind my desk, rearranging my clothes, Becky hurried towards the restroom, probably to clean off her face and rinse out her mouth. When she came back out, I headed for the restroom myself, figuring my mouth could use a good rinsing too. When I came out, Becky was not behind her desk, so I knew she was probably doing one of the guys. I tended to some actual paperwork while I waited for a next assignment or Becky to talk to.

About fifteen minutes later, I got an email - directed at both Becky and myself - from Carter, telling Becky he would be at the office in half an hour or less and that she should put the cake ready. I didn't understand and considering he had stipulated a deadline, I went looking for Becky. I put my ear against Jerry's door, then Henry's, before hearing her voice through Brian's.

I knocked and said, "Sir, it's Maya."

"Come in," he said.

I opened the door and slithered in, closing the door as quickly as I could behind me. Becky was sitting on a chair, right next to him, her chest naked and tits out in the open, her left hand wrapped around Brian's cock, stroking him while her right hand was writing down whatever he was dictating. They both looked up at me for a moment.

"Don't stop unless I tell you to," he whispered as he briefly turned to Becky.

Then he looked at me, slightly annoyed about the interruption and said, "What is it?"

"Forgive the interruption sir, but Carter sent us an email with instructions and I have insufficient information. With your permission, I would like to ask Becky for..." I said, overly polite.

"Fine, fine, go ahead," Brian barked. I looked at Becky, whose hand was still flying up and down Brian's cock and said, "Carter asked for a cake, but I couldn't quite make up what..."

Becky smiled and interrupted me, "It means he had a fight with his wife, lost the argument and now he wants to take his frustrations out on me, check our contact list for bakery Sweet Caroline, call them and ask them to deliver a large frosted cake, as quickly as possible."

"Got it, but what do I..."

"Don't worry about the rest, I'll take care of it," Becky said.

As I turned to leave, Brain said, "Don't go!"

I froze and turned back towards him, realizing he was going to burst.

"Look at my cock, you fucking sluts!" he exclaimed, caught up in the moment.

Becky and I looked down at his cock, as her hand was now a blur over it; mere seconds later, he started bucking in his chair and flung his cum all over his desk, his lap and Becky's hand and arm.

I waited until the whole thing was over, then carefully asked, "May I please be excused, sir?"

"Yes, get out," he sighed as he relaxed in his chair.

As I walked out and closed the door, I could hear him say, "Get on your knees and..."

I hurried over to my desk and did as Becky had instructed me. About five minutes later, Becky walked out of Brian's office, wiping her mouth and walked up to her desk.

"Did you order the cake?"

"Yes, but will you please tell me what's going on?"

"Remember your job description? To offer relieve? Well, in this case it's more than just sexual frustration; it's marriage counseling. You see, Carter's wife is a bakery's assistant and she works over at Sweet Caroline's bakery. Nothing else I say will accurately describe it, you'll just have to see for yourself."

My cunt tingled as I started connecting the dots.

About twenty minutes later, Carter stormed into the office and looked at Becky, "Is it here?"

"Not yet sir," she replied.

"Come and get me as soon as it's here."

"Yes sir." Becky replied.

I heard him whisper something along the lines of "stupid cunt" as he stormed into his office and slammed the door shut. I don't know whether that remark was directed at Becky or me, or his wife. About ten minutes later the cake arrived. Becky paid for it with the company credit card and then took it into the kitchen, unboxed it and put it on the table.

Then she walked over to Carter's office, knocked and said, "It's here sir."

We walked back to the kitchen, followed by an infuriated Carter who rushed in, took out his cock and asked, "What the hell is she doing here?" - looking at me.

"I thought it might be good for her to see this, she might need to do this someday if I am not available," Becky replied.

Carter looked me up and down with a foul glare in his eyes and said, "Fine, but the bitch better be quiet!"

I knew better than to respond, so Becky did it for me, "She will sir, the bitch will be quiet."

After giving me a wicked smile, Becky moved towards the table, right in front of where the cake was and pushed down her skirt and panties, wiggling out of both of them. She then put her hands flat on the table on either side of the cake and leaned slightly forward, pushing her ass back, until her face was about thirty centimeters above the cake. Carter unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and took 'm down, along with his boxers. His hard cock veered up and down as he walked up behind Becky. She glanced back at him and his cock one last time, confirming that he was almost in position and then faced forward again, hanging her head down submissively.

Carter placed the tip of his massive cock against her entrance and then put his hand in her sides, as if he was getting ready to slam into her as hard as he could. To my surprise however, he entered her really slow, sliding his thick shaft into her in one slow, yet unwavering motion. Becky gasped when his cock was all the way in and whispered, as he began fucking her, "Oh yeah baby, that feels so good... it's been far too long since I've had your cock in me!"

I surmised that Becky was initiating some sort of roleplay, taking on the role of Carter's wife.

"And whose fault is that, bitch?" Carter replied as he slid his cock back and forth.

"Don't call me bitch, especially when we're fucking!" Becky replied, looking back, feigning anger.

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want, you got that, you stupid cunt!"

Becky immediately turned around, causing his cock to slip out of her and said, "Don't call me that, you know how much I hate that word!" apparently searing with anger.

"Turn around and bend over." Carter said, grinding between his teeth.

"Not until you apologize," Becky said, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"Oh bitch, you got it backwards." Carter said as he grabbed her by her hair and pushed her down to her knees, bringing her face to within inches of his wet cock. Becky placed her hands on either side of his crotch and started pushing back, trying to keep his cock throbbing cock away from her mouth.

"No, not in my mouth, you've just been inside..." she whined.

She was unable to finish her sentence, however, as his cock made contact with her lips; she immediately closed her mouth and started turning her head left to right to avoid any more contact with his cock. Suddenly Carter took his right hand off her head and used it slap her left cheek, rather hard. Becky immediately stopped all her resisting and screamed, "You can't treat me like that, I am your wife!"

"Then act like it," Carter replied, "Open your mouth and swallow my fucking cock!"

Feigning reluctance, Becky slowly parted her lips and put them against his cock, with a look of disgust and shame. Then, she slowly took his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until he was all the way in.

"Good, you little slut, now start sucking!"

Becky started bobbing her head up and down his shaft, still pretending she didn't like it.

"Yeah, you like that taste?" Carter asked after putting his right hand on her head.

She resolutely shook her head and moaned disapprovingly, but continued sucking his dick anyway.

"No? That's too bad," Carter replied as he pulled his dick out of her mouth and pulled her up, turning her around with her ass towards him and her face hovering over the cake again.

"You don't want it up your twat and you don't like it in your mouth. Well then, princess, there's only one place left to put it," Carter said as he jammed his cock in between her ass cheeks.

"No, not in there," Becky whined, as she slowly reached back with both hands, spread her ass cheeks and briefly broke character to help Carter stuff it up her ass. As soon as his tip was in, she put her hands back on the table and continued her whining.

"Not up my ass, please, that's so degrading!"

Carter started moving his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her ass and grunted, "Yes, I know!"

"My god," Becky moaned as she glanced back over her shoulder, "You're [moan] getting off on this aren't you, you [moan] sick bastard!"

Carter didn't reply, instead he started fucking her ass faster and harder, making her moan even louder. After he'd established a nice rhythm, he put his right hand on her head again and slowly started pushing her down, towards the cake.

"What are you [moan] doing? No, don't [moan]... not the cake [moan]... please, my make-up [moan], my hair [moan]... please, I baked [moan] that [moan] cake for you [moan]!" Becky whined as her face kept getting closer to the cake.

When her nose was nearly touching the frosting, Carter suddenly slammed down, ramming her face into the cake, sending morsels of frosting and cake all over the place. Becky started struggling to get her face free and squealed whorisly into the cake. When Carter allowed her to poke her head up about three seconds later, she shrieked, "Oh my god, I can't believe you did..."

Carter didn't even give her the time to finish her sentence as he pushed her face down again; during all of her struggling, screaming and banging her fists on the table, he simply fucked her ass as hard as he liked. As he let her up again, she immediately looked back over her shoulder and screamed, feigning anger, "You asshole, don't do that again!"

"What, this?" Carter asked as he smashed her face into the cake a third time, left cheek first this time. As he kept her face into the cake a little longer this time, he really jackhammered her ass, fucking her hard and deep. Although she was still struggling, I could actually hear her moaning in the cake.

After what must have been twenty or more seconds, Carter yanked her head up by her hair and asked, "Again?"

"No [moan], stop it, you [moan] fucking..." Becky started to protest.

Before she could finish her insult, her face was smashed into the cake a fourth time. This time, Carter held her pinned down in the cake for even longer while he mercilessly fucked her ass. At a certain point, Becky stopped resisting so much, signaling Carter that he had broken her.

"Again?" Carter asked as he yanked her head up again.
"If [moan] that's what you [moan] want [moan]..." Becky whispered submissively.

"Mm, seems like someone learned her lesson." Carter said.

"I [moan] have," Becky whispered as she nodded her head.

"Then I won't have to hold your head anymore, now will I?" Carter asked, putting his hand alongside the other one on Becky's ass.

"No [moan] baby [moan], you won't," Becky replied, even more submissive than before.

As Carter continued fucking her ass, she lowered her head and began rubbing both cheeks back and forth into what was left of the cake.

"Oh yeah, you fucking bitch... wallow in it, show me what a dumb slut you are!" Carter grunted.

And with that, Becky reached out with both hands, gathered a pretty big amount of unspoiled frosting in her hands and smashed it on top of her head - which she pushed back down in the remnants of the cake - and started smearing and massaging it in her hair. "Oh fuck yeah, you stupid cunt!" Carter exclaimed.

Taking me completely by surprise, Carter turned towards me, looked at me for a second or two and said, "On your knees," and pointed to the floor right next to him. As quickly as I snapped out of it, I hurried over and dropped to my knees, tilting my head upwards and opening my mouth as wide as I could, figuring that was what he wanted.

"Close it," he grunted as he pulled his throbbing cock out of Becky's ass and pointed it towards me. I quickly closed my mouth, just in time to receive his first, massive blast on my nose, mouth and chin. Groaning like a wild boar, he immediately corrected his aim and blasted both my eyes shut, creamed my entire forehead and hairline, and deliberately dripped some on my clothes.

When he was done, he stepped back and leaned against the wall, moaning, "Good god Becky, that was one of the best ones we've done so far!"

Becky got up, turned around, wiped some cake of her face - onto the floor - and replied, with a wide grin on her face, "Glad you liked it, sir, you looked like you needed some relief."

For a brief moment, it seemed like he was going to treat her like an equal and share something personal, but then he visibly changed his mind and said, "Get on your knees next to Maya."

Becky did as she was ordered.

Carter stepped away from the wall and came towards us, pushing his half-hard cock against my lips. I opened up and swallowed it, suckling and nibbling on it, licking it all over. After a minute or so, he took his shrunken cock out and pointed it towards Becky's face. She opened up as willingly as I had and took his completely flaccid dick in her mouth, giving it a tongue bath herself. After switching between our slut mouths a few more times, he sighed deeply and said, "Thanks girls, now if you'll excuse me, I've got to call my dumb wife and apologize."

He zipped up and walked out.

"Jeezes," I whispered, looking at Becky, scooping the cum out of my eyes.

"Marriage counseling at the price of a cake... and a willing twat." Becky smiled, getting up and wiping some more cake off her face.

"How often have you done this?" I asked as I finally managed to open both my eyes again.

"I don't know, twenty, thirty times." Becky replied, using some paper towels to clean her face, "Every time he gets into a serious fight with the misses, I guess."

"God," I replied as I used some paper towel too to clean the last of his cum off my face, "How are we supposed to clean this up?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it after my lunch break," Becky replied as she picked up her panties and skirt. "Talking of which, would you mind spending yours on your knees? I really need a tongue up my twat!"

"Sure," I replied as if she'd just asked me to borrow some change.

As I was getting ready to drop to my knees, right then and there - genuinely looking forward to eating some pussy - she walked out of the kitchen. Realizing she had another location in mind, I followed her into the hallway, then into the restroom and finally into one of the stalls. I looked at her as she threw her skirt and panties on the floor and sat down on the toilet, leaning with her back against the reservoir and hiking her legs up, putting both her feet against the closed door behind me.

I got down on my knees in front of her and put my mouth against her wet cunt and started licking.

"God, I am such a filthy whore." I thought to myself, as I realized how close my mouth and tongue were to the toilet seat. As there were plenty of other venues available - meeting rooms, a free office, our desk... heck, we could have stayed in the kitchen for this - for me to lick her twat, it was clear that she had chosen this randy location simply to degrade me.

Which was just fine by me; my loyalty towards her greatly surpassed any reservations I might have had. Becky could have dunked my head in the toilet bowl, flushed three times and I still would have eaten her twat. That's how committed - and what a fucking slut - I was! First, I sucked on her clit for a bit, then tongue-fucked her, then drew the alphabet on her clit with my tongue, fingered her for bit, then slobbered over it like a dog, until she finally came and screamed like a high school slut... and then I simply did it all again. And again. And again.

After spending thirty-five minutes on my knees on the tiled restroom floor, Becky suddenly tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Break's over, we should get back to work."

We got up and cleaned ourselves up at the sink, one after the other, and then walked back to our desks. Well, I did, while Becky went into the kitchen to clean up the mess she and Carter had made earlier.

In the early afternoon, Becky was doing her nails at her desk.

When Brian and Henry came back from lunch and passed by our desks, Henry stopped to look at Becky for a second - his mind racing - as Brian simply continued to his office and closed the door. As Becky had just finished applying her nail polish, she was letting them dry, blowing on them lightly. It was the ideal moment for what Henry, the bastard, had in mind. He walked around the desk and whipped out his cock, saying, "Becky, I wanna cum on your tits."

She smirked at his impeccable timing and looked down at her blouse, figuring out how she was going to do this.

"Here, let me help you," Henry said as he reached over to a pair of scissors on her desk, his cock touching her arm in the process. Becky realized what was going to happen and grinned widely as she relaxed and simply said, "Yes sir."

"We wouldn't want you to get nail polish on your blouse, now would we?" he said as he moved the scissors towards her cleavage.

Although her blouse had buttons all the way down, Henry starts cutting right next to them, all the way down, until her blouse fell open. Still with her hands up in the air, Becky glanced over at me as Henry used the scissors to cut through the gore of her bra, causing it to burst open and her tits to bounce up and down for a moment.

After putting the scissors back on the desk, he grabbed his cock again and started wanking, whispering, "There, that's better, isn't it?"

"Yes sir," Becky whispered submissively, looking down at her ruined bra, blouse and exposed tits. Henry jacked off as the two of us stared at his cock, until he finally exploded several minutes later and jizzed all over Becky's naked tits and neckline. After wiping himself on her right cheek, he zipped up and whispered, "Thank hon," as he walked into his own office, and closed the door.

While her nail polish continued to dry, Becky just sat there, holding her hands in the air, waving her hands to speed up the drying process, with her bra and blouse hanging in shreds and Henry's cum dripping down her tits onto her tummy. As his cum was getting dangerously close to her skirt, she looked at me and asked, "Could you grab a tissue and wipe it off before it..."

Before she could finish her sentence, I had gotten up and had bent down my head towards her stomach. As I started licking up all of Henry's cum I could find - making slurping noises in the process - Becky giggled and said, "Or you could just suck it all up like a whore!"

I had extensively cleaned her tummy and neckline, and was now focusing on her tits - her nipples to be exact - when Donald came in from lunch. As he walked up to our desks and stared at us for a few seconds, I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. Suddenly, he reached into his coat, producing a used condom, which had been tied into a knot at the end to contain the healthy amount cum inside of it. He reached out and handed it to me. I accepted the condom and simply held it in my hand for a moment, realizing I was going to have to do something with it. Without instructions from his end, I improvised and slowly fumbled with the knot, trying to undo it, but as that didn't seem to work, I used Becky's scissors to cut the condom open just below the knot.

After putting the scissors back down, I moved the condom towards me, very slowly - giving Donald every chance to correct me if I wasn't doing what he wanted - and started pouring the contents of the rubber onto my blouse, as slowly as I could. But because the spunk inside of it was so chunky, it all came out at once and covered my entire left tit in a big glob of gooey cum. After letting the last drops drip out, I simply held the condom in front of me again. Although he nodded contently as he looked at my blouse, he kept staring at me and the condom, clearly waiting for me to do something else with it. After ticking off my options, I got up, lifted my skirt with one hand and stuffed the empty condom into my panties, then pulled my skirt back into place.

"Good little whore," he smiled as he cupped his crotch for a moment and then walked into his office.

When I looked over at Becky, she was smiling naughty and said, "You could have just put it in your mouth, you know?"

"I know," I replied, "But I figured he'd already seen that."

"Show off," she smiled.

I smiled as I got on my knees in front of her and asked, "Now, where were we?"

After letting me lick her right nipple for a moment, Becky replied, "You were going to lick my twat again."

"Is that right?" I smiled as I undid her skirt and pulled it down, along with her panties - Becky assisted me by propping herself on her arm rests, using her elbows.

"I think so, yes," she replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Then I'd better get to it, huh?" I smiled, putting my face between her legs... again.

Once again, I lost track of time as I was licking and eating out Becky's juicy twat. Suddenly, ten or maybe fifteen minutes later, I was startled to hear Brian's voice right next to us.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

Becky and I looked up at him as he unzipped his pants and fished out his erection. Before I could get out of the way, he roughly pushed me down, causing me to topple over on my side.

"Stay right there, this won't take long," Brian said as looked down at me briefly, then turned his attention to Becky, folding her legs and pushing her knees to her chest. Leaning over her chair, he held her feet right next to her head and sank his massive erection into her sodden twat.

As he slid his cock back and forth, Becky's cunt started producing nasty, squishy sounds, which only seemed to edge him on even further. Although he couldn't have been getting much friction inside of her drenched cunt, he began moaning and panting after barely twenty seconds or so.

"Oh, take it, you fucking bitch," he screamed as he ejaculated in her twat.

After he'd pulled out, he stepped back, zipped up and said, "All yours again Maya!"

Horny as fuck by now, I leaned in and started eating Becky's cunt - again. It didn't take me long to find, taste and swallow all of Brian's fresh, warm cum. Another ten minutes later, I finally got out from under the desk and made my way into the restroom where I cleaned myself up.

Around 3.30, Brian came out of his office and walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Afterwards, he wandered over to Becky's desk, leaned in and whispered something in her ear, then stepped back and sipped from his coffee. Becky reached into her drawer and took out a massive, purple, semi-transparent dildo, got up and followed Brian, who was slowly leading the way into the restroom. When they came back out at exactly 4.17 - I know because I looked at the clock on my computer - her face was beet red and she was walking kind of awkwardly, almost limping. It was clear that the dildo had fulfilled its function quite well. Right behind her was Brian, who's flaccid cock was hanging out of his zipper and looked like it had been drained several times and was not going to get up any time soon.

"Go home Becky, you've earned it!" he whispered, still a bit out of breath as he shuffled back into his office.

"Yes sir," she replied as she threw the dildo back in her drawer, grabbed her purse and put on her coat.

Fighting a smile on her way out as she glanced at me, she said, "See you tomorrow."

About fifteen minutes later, the guys started leaving, first Jerry, then Donald. Then, about the time I was planning to go home, I got a phone call from Henry.

"Yes sir."

"Maya, could you stay a little longer please."

"Um, sure sir," I replied.

"Good, stay at your desk until I tell you to go home, can you do that?" he asked.

"Yes sir." I replied.

Brian left about ten minutes later. As Carter had gone home right after lunch, and David had the day off, it was now just Henry and me in the office. I continued working for a little while longer, then started browsing the internet and basically kept busy, as I expected Henry to come up with some nasty and/or degrading roleplay. Imagine my surprise when he walked out of his office around 5.45 with his overcoat on and carrying his briefcase. He walked over to front desk, looked at me for three whole seconds, then flicked off the four light switches which controlled all the lights in the office, putting me in the dark. After looking at me for another five seconds - his face illuminated by the glare coming from the elevator hallway - he turned and left.

And so there I was, in the dark, the only light coming from the elevator hallway and my computer screen. I picked up my cell phone and called my husband, telling him I'd be home late. He wasn't particularly happy, but I told him it couldn't be helped... which strangely enough was the truth; I had been given my instructions, and no matter how unpleasant, demeaning or pointless they were, I had to - and wanted to - follow them. So, I browsed the internet, did some more administration and fidgeted with my phone, trying to pass the time.

Around 8 pm I got a text from my husband, asking me how much longer I would be. I replied that I didn't have a clue and that I would be home as soon as I could.

8 o'clock turned into 9 o'clock, at which time the lights in the elevator hallway dimmed; my computer screen was now my only source of light - except for my cell phone. I did my best to pass the time, but I got quite bored around half past 9 and for a while I contemplated getting up and walking around, but then Becky's words from that morning resounded in my head, "We're whores and we do as we're told, whether they can see us or not."

To be honest, replaying that line over and over in my head made me wet, especially given the circumstances I was in. Confined to my chair with nothing to do, in almost complete darkness and in increasing colder temperatures - as the central heating had stopped working at 9 pm.

10 o'clock passed.

11 o'clock passed.

At 11.20, I got a text from my husband saying he was going to bed and asking me how I was going to get home, seeing that there were no more busses at this hour. I replied that I would get a cab, at the expense of the company. That seemed to reassure him. Once midnight had passed, I began to prepare myself for the worst case scenario and tried to come to terms with spending the night at my desk - for no reason whatsoever. I had a hard time convincing myself, and if it hadn't been for me being so fucking horny and wet, I think common sense would have prevailed. But it didn't...

Around 12.45 am, I got a text from Henry, consisting of only three words, "GO HOME CUNT".

I dropped my cell phone on the desk, slid off my chair onto my knees and put my right hand under my skirt, into my panties and rammed my index and middle finger up my moist twat in one quick motion. The disgraceful way in which he had made me wait for absolutely no reason, realizing I'd be bored, hungry, thirsty, cold - and horny - was bad enough, but to dismiss me in this shameful fashion, had humiliated me to my very core. The only thing that still made sense at that particular moment was to stuff some fingers up my stupid twat, grope my saggy tits through my blouse and masturbate like there was no tomorrow.

I finger fucked myself for a good ten minutes before I suddenly thought of something. I smiled, got up and rummaged through Becky's drawer, looking for the dildo she had used earlier. I quickly found it and got back on my knees, stuffing as much of the plastic phallus up my stupid cunt as possible. This seemed to hit the spot a whole lot better than my fingers and so after a couple of more minutes of slamming my cunt down on it, I finally came and screamed at the top of my lungs. Afterwards, I laid down on my back for a while, recuperating and trying to gather up enough self-respect to reopen my eyes.

Eventually, I got up and headed for the restroom to clean myself up and take a leak, then walked into the kitchen for a glass of water and a couple of candy bars. With all of my immediate needs satisfied, I called a cab and grabbed my coat and purse, heading for the elevators. Before entering the hallway, I looked over at Becky's desk, at the drenched purple dildo I had left there for her to find in the morning, and smiled.

Because the garage was the only way in and out of the building after 9 pm, I took the elevator all the way to the basement level. As I stepped out of the elevator, rummaging through my purse looking for my badge, my attention was suddenly drawn by movement about thirty meters away. My cunt instinctively knew who it was, even before my eyes could confirm it.

"Drop the purse, take off your coat," Henry commanded as he walked in my direction.

I complied.

"Lose the skirt," he said as he took another few steps closer, whipping out his cock, which was already fully erect. I unbuttoned my skirt and stepped out of it.

"Get on all fours, your face that way," he added, as he pointed at the wall behind me.

After getting into position, I heard - and sensed - him walking up behind me and then getting on his knees. I felt his giant rod pushing against my left ass cheek, it was throbbingly hard, probably from jacking off. He ripped my panties, rammed his cock into me and fucked me exactly 11 times before roaring loudly and dumping his cum in my stupid cunt. He got up, zipped up and just stood there for a minute, looking down at me. There I was, on my hands and knees on the cold concrete floor of the parking lot, in the middle of the night, having just been used as a cum receptacle. I don't know how else to describe it, I mean 11 shoves - it was just sad!

When he had gawked at me long enough, he turned and walked towards his car as he said, "Come on, I'll drive you home, take off all your clothes and get in the car."

I got up, took off my remaining clothes - including my high heels - and followed him to his car, stark naked.

As I opened the passenger door, Henry said, "Clothes and purse in the back hon."

After throwing everything I was carrying on his back seat, I sat down next to him on the passenger seat and closed the door.

"You'll have to give me directions," he said as he drove out of the parking lot.
As I told him how to drive, he told me how he had spent the night on the town, having dinner and drinks with some friends and then going to the movies by himself. It wasn't until he was leaving the movie theater that he had thought of me again and sent me the disrespectful text - which had driven me to sexual frenzy. As his cock had gotten hard from thinking of me - blindly following his commands like a dumb whore - he had simply decided that he was going to fuck me on all fours in the parking lot, just like that. As he was casually relaying all that information to me, his non-steering hand groped my tits, pinched my nipples, cupped my bush and even played with my clit a little bit. He had free reign, my body was his to do with whatever he wanted. While we were waiting at one of the red lights on our route, he even put his fingers - which had, among other places no doubt, been in my twat - in my mouth.

He continued to grope and play with my body until we reached our destination, some fifteen minutes later. After parking in front of my house, he gently grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head down into his lap.

He fished his flaccid cock out of his pants and pushed the tip of it against my lips. I opened up and sucked it into my mouth. Considering he had blown his load not long before, I had to work quite hard to get him hard again. For more than twenty minutes, I blew my boss on my own driveway, stark naked. All the while I was thinking, what if one of the neighbors was out for a late night stroll? What if someone noticed the strange car on our driveway, with steamy windows no less? What if my husband had to take a leak and gazed out the window?

Although I was slightly nervous about all that, I was too much of a whore to actually care, and so, I finished the (blow)job like a good little slut. After swallowing Henry's cum, I wiped my mouth and looked around to see if the coast was clear. Luckily, the street was completely deserted and none of the houses had any lights on, so I gently opened the car door, grabbed my clothes, shoes and purse from the back seat and closed the car doors as quietly as I could. Then, I ran across our front lawn and around the side of the house, into the backyard.

There, I put my clothes back on, except for my panties and snuck in through the backdoor. I headed to the bathroom for a quick, though much needed, shower and then crept into bed as silently as humanly possible. As I rolled into place, I suddenly felt something sticky on the sheets. I reached back carefully with my hand and brought some of the stuff up to my face for a smell and a taste. I grinned widely as I realized hubby had probably had a wet dream. After using my fingers to scoop up the rest of his sperm, and swallowing all of it, I finally went to sleep.

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May 10, 2018 in bdsm

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