Office

I have been a very very bad blogger this year, so it has been decided that I will be making up for it by participating in NaBloPoMo. And so today begins an entire month of a new dirty story every day. Today's story is called "Office", and in its original form, came with photographic illustrations that were actually taken in my office. Those images will remain in the possession of the man for whom the story was written, but the words I can share.

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She shifted uncomfortably in her desk chair. He knew what this would do to me, she thought. He knew it would be the first thing I saw when I got to the office. She bit her lip and read his email again. She'd been reading it over and over again for the last 20 minutes. The graphic story he'd written for her that morning made her face flush from the brutality and left her entirely incapable of doing any sort of work. She closed the email and tried to concentrate, but it was hopeless, and after listening to the same voicemail message for the fourth time without comprehending any of the words, she gave up and reached for her purse to retrieve the tiny bullet vibrator she carried with her everywhere.

She hunched down in her chair, spreading her legs apart under the desk as far as her black pencil skirt would allow and pulled the lacy pink underwear to one side. She pressed the tiny vibrator against her clit. It was whisper quiet and her office door was shut, but even so, she kept glancing furtively at the glass window hoping nobody would come by. She didn't need to reopen the email to remember it, she'd read it so many times by then. The words has transformed in her head into a series of images that made her heart pound. Pressing the vibrator against her ever harder, she slid two fingers inside her pussy and imagined what it would be like if his email were real, how it would feel to be tied to a table face down, helpless, hearing voices behind her but not being able to see, not knowing who or even how many people were fucking her, hearing his voice close to her ear telling her that her body belonged to him and he could give her pussy away to anyone he chose.

She came hard, biting the inside or her cheek to keep from screaming and getting caught. She took a moment to catch her breath and pull herself together. When her legs finally stopped shaking, she stood up to go open the door and slipped the bullet back into her purse. Now I should be able to get some work done, she thought.


At lunchtime there was a knock on her door. "Did you like they story?" he asked, coming in and closing the door behind him.

She leaped up from her chair to wrap her arms around him and kiss him."What are you doing here?" she asked him. "You didn't tell me you were coming!"

"I wanted to surprise you."

She smiled up at him. "It worked. And I loved the story, thank you my darling. Actually it was very distracting."

"Was it?" he asked playfully, turning away from her to sit in her desk chair.

She sat on the edge of the desk. "I couldn't concentrate," she said blushing. "I had to...take care of it."

"Show me."

"Now?" she asked, looking alarmed.

"There's nobody here, they must have all gone to lunch. Now show me."

Nervously, she leaned back a bit on the desk. She had to unzip the zippered side slit on her skirt in order for her to open her legs wide enough for him to see. She began slowly sliding her fingers in an out of her soaking wet pussy, watching him as he watched her.

"Enough," he said after a while. "Turn round and bend over the desk." She did as she was told, hiking her skirt up so he could see her ass. He reached up and pulled her lace knickers slowly down her legs. "Spread your legs apart," he said, and so she did. He sat for a moment, lightly stroking her ass and looking her over. "Hmm," he mused, "almost right." He stood up and reached for her hands, pulling them behind her back and tying them with rope that seemed to come from nowhere. "There. That is much better." He returned to gently stroking her, then suddenly brought one hand down sharply to smack her hard on the ass.

"Don't!" she cried. "Someone will hear!"

"You're right," he decided. "We wouldn't want anyone to hear us. Stand up straight." He tugged the rope to help her to stand up and she turned to face him. In his hand was a pink ball gag. He smiled, enjoying the shocked look on her face. "Open," he commanded. He pushed the pink ball into her mouth and fastened the gag in back of her head. He looked her up and down a moment, thinking, and then reached out to unbutton her very sheer pink blouse and push it down off her shoulders. He pushed the pink straps of her bra down her shoulders as well, far enough to expose her breasts and then pinched her nipples cruelly. Her yelp was muffled by the ball gag.

He took her by the shoulders to turn her round and pushed her back down over the desk. She felt her nipples stiffen against the cold of the desk top and heard him undoing his trousers. He kicked her legs further apart and then sank his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He fucked her slowly at first, with his hands resting on her hips, but soon he was slamming into her hard. She could feel his fingers digging into her hip on one side. His other hand had hold of the rope and he was pulling her back against him with every thrust. She could feel his stomach brushing against her finger tips.She thought he was going to come, but then he stopped and slid his cock out of her. He came round to the side of the desk and reached down to fasten her collar around her neck, then attached the lead to it and used it to pull her up to standing. He untied her hands from behind her back and sat her in the guest chair opposite her desk. He knelt on the floor and used the rope to tie her wrists the the arms of the chair and then pushed her knees apart with his hands. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he leaned forward for a few exploratory licks at her dripping cunt. She moaned and wiggled in her seat trying to push herself closer to his mouth.

He pulled away and then reached behind him and held up her purple egg shaped vibrator for her to see, before pushing it inside her and and turning it on high. He could hear her muffled squealing as she squirmed around trying to escape the intensity of the sensation. He stood over her, his cock just inches from her face. She looked up at him in desperation. "What? Did you want something?" he asked. She moaned in despair. "You want my cock in your mouth is that it?" She nodded, begging him with her eyes. He unfastened the ball gag and let it fall to the floor. He slid his cock into her mouth and held her head still with both hands while he fucked her throat. Just as he started to com he pulled away, shooting his load all over her face, her chest, her shirt.

He pulled his jeans back up before untying her wrists. as he turned to leave, he said, "You might want to hide all this stuff and clean up a bit before someone sees you."