Susan’s Office Ordeal
The note said: “You will remove your blouse and skirt, and then suck this man off on your knees in the middle of your office.”
Sue saw that it was Gus’s handwriting. Naturally.
The man who had handed Sue this note stood now in front of her desk, saying nothing. He was large bald and grossly fat, sweaty and with a face like that of a pig.
Sue felt faint.
Gus.
If she could only —
Sue swallowed, hard. Without looking at the man, she said, trying to hold her voice steady, “I suppose you know what this says.”
”Yeah,” the man said. A leer crossed his face.
Sue took a long breath, trying to stay calm, to stop her body from shaking with rage and shame and hatred and humiliation.
Not that Gus hadn’t pulled stunts like this before.
Not that Gus would not do it again.
Gus thought up all kinds of things for Sue to do, to show her how much power he had over her, to show her how he could grind her into dust, to show how far Sue had to degrade herself for him, to act as his plaything, a toy for him to- –
Sue pushed a button on her intercom. “JoAnn. No calls.”
”Yes, Mrs T..”
Sue sat still for a long moment. Then she said, “Lock the door.”
The man went to the office door and did so. Sue stood up, moving slowly around her desk. Sue was wearing a blue silk blouse and a tan skirt which came to her knees. Swallowing again, Sue walked to the centre of her office, conscious of the man’s eyes on her body, conscious of her round breasts taut against the tight blouse, of her slim, supple calves (stockings—she didn’t ever wear tights) rippling as she moved, the snug skirt outlining the sensuousness of her thighs, as she came to where he stood, waiting. Sue unbutton her blouse and pulled it off, there was no bra, her breasts full and round, her nipples just beginning to harden. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, No panties or thong, just bare pussy.
Sue stood in front of him, in just her stockings and 4” heels. She tried to look him in the eyes, but could not. Sue took another breath and sank down to her knees on the floor.
The man did nothing, but stood waiting. Sue had to open his fly and pull out his phallus, which was hard with anticipation. Sue bowed her head and the smell took her aback. The man had obviously not washed for several days.
Susan slowly took his filthy cock slowly into her mouth nearly gagging from the smell.
The man grunted.
Sue began to suck him.
She knew she had to do a good job, to make it enjoyable for him, for Gus would certainly ask him all about it, and if Gus was not satisfied that Sue had given it all she had—Sue did not want to think about that. So she did it slowly, carefully, making it good for him, licking at that stiff phallus with her tongue as she sucked it, moving her soft mouth around on him as her head bobbed slowly up and down, taking him all the way into her mouth until she almost gagged as the tip of it stuck in her throat. But even as she sucked she felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples hardening.
The man was grunting, grunting, loudly, rhythmically. Still Sue did what she had to do, gradually sucking faster, trying to coordinate her rhythm with the rising tempo of his grunting. Gus could keep her sucking him for hours if he wanted to, but this man was swiftly losing his control. Obviously he was going to climax in her mouth. Must she swallow it? Gus’s note had not said that, but probably, she thought despairingly, it was automatically assumed that she would know that that was what she must do. So as the fat man arched his body, pushing his hips forward, shoving his crotch hard against her face, and his jism spurted out into her throat as his piggish grunts turned into a shout of ecstasy, Sue took it all, swallowing it down, gulping to keep pace with the gobs of copious jism that shot from his spasming phallus into her docilely accepting mouth.
He had held the back of her head as he came off, adding to Susan’s humiliation, she felt the trickle of his pee. It was half expected, after all this was from Gus. She knew she had to drink; any spill would stain the carpet and smell for ages, so she gulped it down. His hot salty stream seemed to last for ages, and as his flow slowed after a minute or so, his cock began to swell back to full erection.
Now she sucked him properly, letting his cock slip out of her mouth and licking up and down its length, till she had him fully hard again and she sucked him slowly enjoying it now she was fully aroused. She stood up and bent over the easy chair spreading her legs and thighs apart, the invitation obvious. He needed no encouragement; he’d never fucked such a delicious looking woman before in his life. He entered her bareback, she hadn’t mention a condom, anyway he had none, but her pussy was so soft yet it pulled him in, he chuckled to himself on feeling how wet she was down there; she’d been turned on by the humiliation, just as his friend had predicted. He didn’t care if she came off or not, but she did, quite heavily, stifling a cry as she did so, just as he emptied his balls of cream unto her unprotected cunt.
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Susan T. sat again at her desk in her office at XYZ Company. Sue was thirty, tall, with short blonde hair, slim but with a lusciously rounded body, full breasts and long shapely legs. Looking at her, with her soft pretty face and air of authority and control, nobody could have thought of her as she had been that morning, kneeling on the floor with her mouth full of a stranger’s phallus, at the command of a man she called ‘Master’. She was still in a semi aroused state, although she’d climaxed, the lovely humiliation of the incident, was keeping her in a state of sexual tension.
It was just after 4pm when Sue’s intercom sounded.
”Yes, JoAnn?”
”Mrs T.—Robin wants to see you. Shall I send him in?”
”Robin?” Robin was XYZ’s office boy, a gangling, grinning youth, with whom Sue had never had much to do. “All right.”
Robin soon was in the room, closing the door behind him. “You got a minute, Mrs T.?” Grinning.
”Of course, Robin. Sit down.”
Robin sat. Sue waited, but Robin just sat and said nothing.
”Is there something I can do for you, Robin?”
”Yeah,” Robin said. “There sure is, Mrs T..”
”What is it?” Sue said, puzzled and a bit annoyed.
”I’ll tell you,” Robin said. “You can do for me just what you did for that guy you had in here this morning.”
Sue, staring at him, felt her stomach turn over. “What?” she said faintly.
”For a start,” Robin said.
Sue’s head was swimming. She had to get hold of her mind. “What—what are you talking about?”
”Come on now, Mrs T.. You know, all right. I saw you, you know.”
”You—you saw—“
”That’s right. All of it. And damn, it looked good, too,” Robin said, grinning.
”I—“Sue said. “I—wait—I don’t—“
”You didn’t know about the setup, did you?” Robin said. “Not many do any more. It was put in way back. But I know, okay?”
”Set up?”
”I watch all the time,” Robin said. “But till now I didn’t see anything much. But you just never know, right?”
Sue was faint. “You—you watched—you saw—“
”Right. But don’t worry, Mrs T.. I’m gonna keep it to myself, okay? I’m a clam, and you can count on that. As long as you’re nice to me.”
”What? Why, you—you filthy—Are you trying—“
”Now calm down,” Robin said. “It’s not like you’re a virgin, Mrs T..”
”You get out of here,” Sue said. “Right now.”
”Not so fast,” Robin said. “What if I go talk to Mr Dallis about this, hmm? I’ll bet even old McKnight would be fascinated. How long do you think you’d be working here, Mrs T.?”
”You filthy bastard!” Sue said. “You can’t blackmail me! Who do you think you are? Nobody will believe a damn thing you say about me. You scum! Did you really think I would—for you—“
”I guess,” Robin said, “you didn’t know about the camera either, did you?”
”Camera?”
Now Robin got up, taking something from his jacket pocket, walking toward the cabinet on one wall, fiddling with her VCR machine. “Watch,” Robin said.
In a moment Sue sat frozen as an image appeared on the screen—it was her, standing in front of the fat man. Now she was going down onto her knees. Now she was undoing his fly. And now she was taking him into her mouth and —
”Oh god!” Sue said. “Oh dear god, no!”
”Good picture, isn’t it?” Robin said.
”Stop it!” Sue said. “Turn it off!”
”But it’s so great,” Robin said. “I don’t want to stop watching it. God, look at that!”
Sue, shaking, wanted to go and turn it off herself, but she couldn’t; as if paralyzed, she had to sit there and watch herself sucking that fat pig’s penis, watch as Robin was watching, watch that bobbing head, that moving mouth, that kneeling, servile body.
”Stop it,” Sue said, choking, almost panting. “Please. Please stop it.”
”No way,” Robin said, and Sue hid her eyes with her hand, but still she could hear the sound, the grunting sounds from the man, and other laborious sounds from herself. Until again the fat man shouted his climax, and Sue in spite of her shame found herself gazing again at the sight of her, gulping, abasing herself, as his jism shot into her throat.
”Christ!” Robin said. “Look at that! Look how you’re swallowing it all! Christ!”
And Robin now took the tape back, putting it away again in his pocket. Sue couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything. She was wet again and aroused. That morning’s incident as she called it was still arousing her during that day, now it had flared her up again.
”Now,” Robin said. “If I was to show this thing to your boss, okay? Or maybe hell, I can think of all sorts of people who would love to—“
”What—what do you want?” Sue said.
It was not a very bright question.
”I told you, Mrs T.,” Robin said. “I want what he got. And a lot more.”
”You filthy son of a bitch,” Sue said softly.
”I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Mrs T.. Say — can I call you Sue now? I mean, since we’re going to be so close and all.”
”Now, wait,” Sue said. “If—if you think you can just blackmail me into—oh, no. No.”
”Okay,” Robin said. “I’m sorry about that, Sue, but a lot of people are going to be damn happy about it. At least I’ll probably get rich with this tape. So long, Mrs T..” Robin got up and went to the door.
Sue said nothing.
Robin put his hand on the doorknob, turning it.
Sue sat very still.
Robin pulled the door open.
”Wait,” Sue said.
Robin closed the door again and turned to look at Sue. Sue was trembling. There was a long pause. And finally Sue said, “Lock the door.”
Sue saw a triumphant glitter in Robin’s eyes. She felt cold.
”Ask me,” Robin said.
”What?” Sue was confused.
”Ask me to do that, Sue,” Robin said.
”Ask you—“
”Ask me to lock the door. Ask me nicely. In fact, beg me to do it.”
”Now wait—“
”Beg me, Sue,” Robin said. “On your knees.”
Sue sat still. “What are you—you bastard—“
”I’m waiting,” Robin said.
Sue almost said no. But she didn’t.
After a long moment she got up from her chair, and walked slowly around to the side of her desk. She bit at her lip, her hands clenching into fists. Then, slowly, Sue sank down to her knees.
”Please,” Sue said, hating him, hating herself for giving in to this degradation. “I beg you. Lock the door.”
Robin did so.
Now, Sue thought, he’ll want what he saw on the tape. But Robin moved back to his chair in front of her desk, and sat down.
”I like you that way, Sue,” Robin said, grinning. “You really look sexy like that. But we’ll go back to that. Right now I want to see your body. All of it.”
”You’re scum,” Sue said.
”Now, Sue,” Robin said. “What I want you to do right now is to sit up here on the desk. Okay?”
Sue got up slowly. “Look,” she said. “If I do this—if I do what you want—will you give me that tape and—“
”No bargains, Sue,” Robin said. “You’re not in a bargaining position, okay? You just be a good girl and do what I tell you, and as long as you do this tape will stay with me. Okay?”
”But—but you can’t just—blackmail me forever!”
”Can’t I?”
”Oh, god. Look, if you—“
”I’m tired of talking, Sue. Maybe we can talk about this later. If you’re a good girl. Okay? Now I want you to sit up here on the edge of this desk, facing me. Go on.”
”Bastard,” Sue said. But she did it, sitting on her desk, facing him. Robin slid his chair closer to her, until her lower legs, dangling from the desk’s edge, almost touched his knees. Now Robin took one of her legs in his hand, placing it on his lap, pulling off her shoe.
”Now this is nice,” Robin said, and he ran his hand slowly up Sue’s curving calf all the way to her knee. “This is what I call nice.” His hand slid further up, onto her thigh, going under her skirt, stroking the soft, smooth skin on the inside of her thigh. Sue flinched momentarily.
”Hold still, Mrs T.,” Robin said softly. “Sue. Just hold still.”
”Damn you,” Sue said.
Robin’s hand continued to touch her thigh, stroking, caressing, exploring, and then moving back down to her calf again.
”You know what I want now, Sue?” Robin said.
Sue said nothing.
”I want to look at your breasts.”
Sue said nothing. Her hands clutched the desk on both sides of her. Her body was rigid.
”You have such fine-looking breasts,” Robin said. “I always wanted to know what they look like naked. Now I’m going to find out. Isn’t that right, Sue?”
Sue said nothing.
”Show them to me,” Robin said.
”Robin,” Sue said after a moment. “Robin, look. What if I just—I could—“
”Show them to me,” Robin said.
”You filthy son of a bitch,” Sue said slowly. Then she brought her hands up to the front of her blouse, and began to unbutton it. The buttons parted one by one, until the blouse was open.
Robin’s gaze was burning through her black brassiere. “Don’t stop,” Robin said. “Let me see them.”
Avoiding Robin’s staring eyes, Sue pulled it out of her waistband, and then slid it off. ”I hate you for this,” Sue said under her breath, her hands pulled her blouse off completely letting her breasts free and right in front of his eyes, She cursed her body, her nipples were swollen and hard already.
”God damn!” Robin said. “Aren’t they something! Christ, look at those pretty pink nipples poking out. All stiff and all. Man, what a body. I gotta see it all. Show it to me, Sue. Just stand up here, right in front of me, and take it all off, okay?”
Sue slid off the desk, standing right in front of Robin’s chair. “You won’t get away with this,” Sue said. “You won’t. I can get back at you, Robin. And I will.”
”Sue—“
Sue took off her skirt. She was naked.
”Fantastic” Robin said.
Robin was almost panting now, his gaze moving up and down her body. ”Turn around,” Robin said hoarsely. “Turn around and bend over that desk.”
Not truly realizing what Robin was planning, Sue did what he said.
”All the way down, Sue baby,” Robin said, and pushed at Sue’s back until she was bent forward sharply from the hips, with her breasts mashing against the desk’s surface and her buttocks thrusting out and back. But as Robin, first unzipping his pants and pulling out his stiffly throbbing penis, put his hands on those round, firm buttocks and pulled them widely apart, Sue began to struggle vainly to push him away.
”No!” Sue said loudly. “No! Not that way!”
”This way,” Robin said, and Sue could feel his hard tool probing at her anus.
”Oh, not like that, please!” Sue said frantically. “Don’t! You bastard! No!”
But Robin was not stopping, and suddenly Sue yelped in pain as his phallus, not lubed in any way forced itself past her anal sphincter, and sank slowly but forcefully into her tight passage. Sue was couldn’t cry out so was pounding on the desk with her fists. As Robin lunged at her, panting loudly.
It didn’t last long. Robin gave a mighty shout and shot up into her, again and again and again. Now he lay across her back, still panting, mashing her breasts into the hard wood. Sue was crying, his unlubed rape of her arse had hurt her.
”Filthy pig!” Sue said, sobbing.
Robin suddenly stood up, and Sue collapsed to the floor at his feet. Robin lay down on his back and said, “Suck it for me, Sue. Suck it real nice, like you did for that fat guy.”
”Oh no,” Sue said. “You bastard“
”No,” Robin said. “You suck it just like it is, Sue darling. All dirty from your ass. That’s gonna make it extra good.”
Robin took hold of Sue’s long blonde hair and forcibly pulled her head to his crotch. “Do it,” Robin commanded, twisting hard at her hair. “Take it in that sexy mouth and suck on it till it’s hard again, and then do it until you make me shoot down your throat, and then swallow it, just like you did on that tape. Remember that tape, Sue?” Twisting, twisting at her hair.
”All right,” Sue said, moaning and gasping. “All right! I’ll do it!”
And she did.
Robin cried out with joy as that mouth took him in, and Sue, obeying his commands, used her mouth and lips and tongue on him, licking, tasting her own shit, kissing, sucking, the pain in her arse receding and she was getting aroused again, making it last, drawing it out, until Robin had to spurt it all into her mouth, she swallowed his cream and then he peed, and Sue swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.
But still Robin was not done.
”Crawl, Sue,” Robin said. “Crawl for me.”
God, he was worse than Gus. “No,” Sue said.
”Do it,” Robin said.
”I won’t, damn you!” Sue said. “I don’t care what you do. You can make me give you my body. My mouth. But I won’t crawl for you. I’m not an animal. You hear? I’m a human. Not an animal. Not for you.”
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Sue called Gus as soon as Robin left her office told Gus about the incident with Robin as she had to tell him about all her sexual escapades, willing or unwilling. But Gus was not angry with Robin, as Sue had thought he would be. Instead, Gus came to her office about 20 minutes later and had Sue call Robin in. Gus actually praised him, as Sue looked on in dismay. And when Gus was told of Sue’s refusal to crawl, he told Sue she must be punished.
”Stand up, Sue,” Gus said.
Sue stood. Shaking.
Gus was holding his thin, vicious riding crop.
”Gus, no. Not in front of—“
”Lift your skirt, Sue.”
”Please, oh please—“
”Sue. Lift your skirt.”
Sue pulled her skirt high up on her thighs.
Gus swung his whip and it cracked across Sue’s thighs, two inches above the knees.
”Ahhh!” Sue said. But didn’t let go of her skirt. She knew better.
Gus swung again. Crack! Higher on her thighs.
”AAAGGHH!”
Again.
”AAAuuuggghhhh!
Crack!
”AIIIIEEEEE!”
”Will you crawl for us, Sue?”
”Oh please—“
Crack!
”HAAUUUGGHH! No! Stop! Please stop—“
”Will you crawl for us, Sue?”
”Yes.”
”Yes what?”
”I will. I’ll crawl, I’ll crawl, all right?”
Crack!
”HAUUUGHHH! NOOO! I will, I’ll crawl, I’ll crawl, I’ll do it, all right, I’ll crawl for you, please—“
”Do it, Sue,” Gus said.
And Sue did. Crawling for them on hands and knees, crawling around the room, debasing herself for them, sobbing.
Robin said, “So you’re not an animal, huh, Sue? Look at you now.”
”Of course she is,” Gus said. “Aren’t you, Sue? Tell us.”
”Yes,” Sue said.
”Tell us what you are,” Gus said, and slashed the riding crop across Sue’s back.
”AARRRRGHHH! I’m an animal! I am! I’m an animal! An animal! I am.”
”Sue,” Gus said, “from now on I want you to fuck for Robin any time he wants you. You understand, Sue?”
Sue said nothing, but her head bowed in despair.
“From now on you will treat Robin just as you would me, a ‘locum master’, do you agree?
Sue nodded.
“From now on when you come to work you will always wear high heels with at least 4” stilettos, a short skirt and hold up stockings with large lacy tops, your cunt will remain bare under the skirt at all times, no matter what. Robin, your duty will be to check that she complies, every day and thought the day. However you must not compromise her dignity outside of this office, you understand both of you?.
Sue nodded relieved at the last part, Robin just couldn’t believe his luck.
”Robin won’t need that tape,” Gus said. “You’ll do as he says because I tell you to. Anything he says. You’ll fuck him and suck him, lick his ass, eat his shit, drink his piss—and crawl for him—any time he wants, any way he wants. Won’t you, Sue?”
Sue was sobbing. “Yes,” Sue said.
”Tell Robin you’re his slave,” Gus said.
”I’m your slave, Robin,” Sue said.
“What will you do for Robin Sue?”
“Robin, whenever you wish it, I will suck you off and fuck you, I will drink your pee, I will lick your arse out and eat your poo, I will crawl for you, I will be your slave, your slut, your cunt”
”Robin,” Gus said. “Why don’t you sit in that chair and we’ll have Sue sit on your lap and fuck you.”
So Robin sat in the chair, and Sue, following Gus’s orders, sat facing him, straddling his lap, with her curvy legs hanging down on both sides, and took his stiff tool into her vagina which was so utterly wet from her humiliation and stimulation, and began rhythmically to move up and down on him. She was so wet in her pussy, so aroused by the actions, yet humiliated.
”Kiss him, Sue,” Gus said. “As sweetly and as sexily as only you can.”
And Sue, swallowing, brought her mouth to Robin’s and kissed him, with moving lips and probing tongue, panting into his mouth. And Gus said, “Don’t stop fucking, Sue,” and struck her across the back with his whip. And Gus struck again and again and again, whipping Sue mercilessly, as Sue still moved her body up and down against Robin’s, kissing him, jerking and squirming and writhing and screaming into his mouth, screaming and bouncing and jamming that body into him, those breasts squirming, giving him her body, her mouth, her soul, screaming… Her body climaxing time and time again.