Express action: The Office Party

Short Story

The office party never got beyond the boring stage. They never do when senior management pretend they are just part of the team like the rest of us wage salary slaves. No share bonuses in the company for us. I think we were celebrating ten years of the international business in Sydney, so some bright spark decided it should be on the tenth floor.

My heels were killing me. I wanted a relaxing spa bath. I needed some quiet personal down time after completing a deadline review just before six. And here I was clock watching at seven-thirty, thinking a polite exit would be okay at eight. I’d call up my recent fuckbuddy about ten I was thinking, when I got my second wind.

I was drifting from group to group trying not to look obviously bored. How I ended up alone with two of the high flying young senior managers, James and Jason, yeah nearly interchangeable pricks, well it happened and they were talking shop. I thought Christ boys, at least sport or cars, or flirt with me or even be rude and see how I respond to a crass smutty joke. We could end up in a storeroom threesome. No, it was a new office layout, teams were in and hierarchy was out. Could have fooled me. I got slightly more interested as James mentioned décor and mood colours. But my eyes and the corner of my mouth really did smirk, when Jason called the process, ‘Pimping the Workplace’. My usually controlled at work dirty mind escaped like a nipple slip.

Oh I knew pimping a car from TV and the slang idea of making something cooler or better, but the grubby idea of procuring, soliciting, prostitution, a pimp living off the earnings; pimping a workplace; seriously; I imagined myself as a high class call girl working and servicing these two dudes.

My face gave me away. James suddenly realised there was a young slut under a well cut navy blue dress and I could tell he didn’t give a shit about the look of the workplace now. Jason caught up too. What is it about sexual opportunity, the glint in a woman’s eye and guys going into instant cock led overdrive?

I hadn’t realised how well located we were to get it off immediately. The cat was out of the bag or updating it,pimping the expression, my pussy was about to be knickers free. I sidled left and backwards into the photocopy room, the two guys following like puppies on a very short leash.

Sex in the photocopy room, well I’d have called it a porn fantasy myth until it happened to me. Oh, there is a hard copy of my arse printed out of the machine, but wait for it.

It was speed sex. God the door wasn’t even closed. We were in the alcove by the shredding machine. Quite apt actually. They literally shredded my dress, bra and panties off me, like roughly peeling a banana. Nothing put on their ‘bananas’ though, dirty buggers, no condoms, but I was too trash randy to care. Pregnancy precautions; always the girl and her trusty pill.

Shit I was squeezed between the pair and I loved it. Cock nuzzling into my body front and back. My tits getting sampled. My neck nibbled. My pussy fingered. My arsehole poked. My mouth caroused by tongue. Both my hands full of cock. Good sized peckers too. My earlobes licked.

Nothing planned. It all just happened. Cocks look good poking out of well cut suit pants. I was bent over by Jason to suck his rod and the smutty bugger James eased his dick straight into my pussy from behind as my head went forward sucking cock and my body went forward too, filled with cock. Then I was chasing cock forward and rocking back on cock behind me.

Geez both bastards were in me deep. They would have met in the middle of me if they could. I was a perfectly balanced conduit for cock. A double fluid channel. My mouth swamped by salvia drenched cock. My pussy juices giving James cock the ride of its life. Oh fuck I felt good, especially as he also fingered my arse.

It was all a blur of hasty action but I was aware of it all. I was a double duct of pleasure. My mouth and pussy making me so happy together. I just accepted it as stunning as they swapped over positions; my body was like a busy thoroughfare for peckers. A freeway for my growing orgasm. My entire body a transit lounge for cock.

James jagged his prick into my mouth like it was his private pleasure chute. Jason at the same time gouged his cock like a spear straight into my unexpected arse. How my rear chamber expanded so wonderfully quick to accommodate his stiff rod, I still don’t know. I realised later I was fully slut relaxed.

My arse was a canal of unrefined buggerised ecstasy as Jason creamed it. My mouth became a sluice of salvia and cum, as James emptied himself in my gob and insisted I swallow. Of course I did.

“Umm” said Jason sheepishly, “Your arse please, on the photocopy machine.”

Guys, boys, dudes; they want it all.

“Sure” I said, “Help me up.”

And there I was; my cute arse getting warm from the flashing copier light and the glass getting a good smear of my girly juices and Jason’s jizz.

“Oh press it twice more” I said.

I got off, redressed, and we all snuck out of the dying office party.

Private revelry at my place instead, starting with three in the spa bath

Anna’s Birthday Prarty

Short Story

As I parked the car on the gravel driveway I knew this would
mark the end of the secret.  Anna didn’t know I was invited to her
birthday party, nor that the party would be so small.  She was expecting
all of her friends, but Greg had carefully arranged for them to all arrive the
following night.  Tonight would belong to me, her master Greg and his
friend Richard.

Greg has trained Anna well.  She is unquestioningly
obedient, as any good slut should be, fully surrendering herself to his
ownership a few months ago.  While Richard had never met her before, I
have had the pleasure of fucking Anna many months before, while she was single.

As a fitness instructor, she has the most neatly defined
figure, a small frame with delicate facial features.  There isn’t an ounce
of fat on her, she’s a slender wonder of muscle and silk.  Every time I
see her she seems to be in even better shape, her workouts and careful eating
bringing out the very best in her physically.  Mentally she’s also very
strong, with a filthy imagination and an appetite for activities I would never
have considered until I met her.

Anna is happy and proud to be Greg’s slut.

As I got out of my car, she opened the door wearing a skin
tight dress barely covering her modesty.  She yelped when she saw it was
me but contained herself as she had been instructed to act with decorum but
dress like a classy whore.  I walked to the door, embraced her and told
her how happy I was to see her again before complimenting her on the
dress.  “I have several changes of clothes for this evening” she
announced, feeding my delight that I would be able to perve over her pretty
little body in more than one outfit.

She didn’t offer to take my coat, so I took it off and threw
it at her before walking through to the kitchen where Greg was waiting.

While I chatted with Greg and ignored Anna, it became clear
to her that her birthday wasn’t going to go the way she had been led to
believe.  Why would I be the only guest?  Finally Richard turned up,
a little late, but at least that completed our little group.  We were
introduced and Greg showed us through to his games room.

“Get your guests a drink, slut” he commanded, while he began
to rack up the balls on the pool table.  I instructed her to name all the
types of beer in the glass fronted fridge behind her without looking, which she
duly did without hesitation or error.  “Good girl” I rewarded her before
ordering a Grolsch.

My pool game with Greg was more of a slaughtering than a
match… he potted the balls mercilessly, giving me barely three chances to take
the cue and take my shots.  He cleared the table while I still had four
red balls on the felt.  This is a man who wins.

As Richard took his place for the mild humiliation that
constitutes pool, Greg ordered Anna to go and change into something
sluttier.  “May I go to the toilet please?” she asked.  “No” was the
curt reply.

Moments later, Anna appeared at the games room door wearing
my favorite item of clothing, a blue pleated skirt, teamed with a barely there
black titty-top.  Now, with her incredibly defined stomach on display and
my eternal weakness the short pleated skirt, I needed to check her over more
closely.  She stood before me and turned around so that I could run my
eyes all over her, following her delighted smile as I did so.  I reached
behind her as she came around to face me again, grabbing her arse cheeks
through the floating skirt and pulling her firmly towards me.  I could
almost feel the sunlight from her beaming smile as I appreciated the contour of
her lower back with my spare hand, when Greg barked “What’s wrong with his
bottle, slut?”, prompting her to jump back and resume her duty as our waitress,
bringing me a full bottle to replace it.  I beckoned her close, closer,
right up close so that her face was touching mine before telling her I’d rather
have Guinness this time and chastising her for being so lazy.   “Give
me 20” I said tenderly into her ear before she dropped to the tiled floor and
performed her 20 press-ups.

“Please can I go wee?” she asked as she lay on the floor,
held down by Richard’s foot resting on her left shoulder.  “Alright, but
leave the door open so the guys can come in and see you if they want”. 
Greg explained that Anna hates being watched on the toilet, so with that
preying on her mind, we continued chatting and ignored her completely.

When she arrived back and fetched my Guinness, I asked her
whether she had left her knickers in the bathroom, as my inquisitive hand had
noticed that she was naked under her skirt. “Anna doesn’t wear panties at home”
interrupted Greg, as I nonchalantly fingered his girl while she stood next to
me.

Air hockey wasn’t quite as much of a whitewash as the pool
had been.  I found it remarkably easy to concentrate while Anna was
kneeling between me and the table, head squeezed between the edge and my
pelvis, my cock buried in her mouth and muffled grunts emitting every now and
then as I moved from one side to another chasing the puck.  “Damn, pick
that up” I called several times, as she obediently collected the fallen disc
with a carry-on style wink as she bent over with straight legs and pert bum on
full display – damn that girl is flexible – before sinking back to her knees to
resume her blowjob duties.

“Thank you very much” she smiled with a glint in her eye
before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  I slapped her across
the cheek as she stood up and reminded her of her manners.  “Thank you
very much, Sir”.  That’s better.

We all went through to the kitchen where Anna had laid out a
spread of food for us; various meats, nibbles, breads and some perfectly timed
pizza slices.  The three of us enjoyed our food while chatting about the
housing market and watching Anna wash up the dishes she had served us from.

Greg then announced that it was time to go upstairs. The look
of delight mixed with trepidation on her face was priceless, as would become
clear.  Greg has built a dedicated play room in this new build house – out
of the sight of most visitors, but open to us this evening.  As he led us
into the enormous room full of restraint equipment, toys, a bed and a couple of
sofas, Greg turned and punched Anna in the stomach causing her to fall to the
floor while thanking him.  He kicked her a couple of times and she
continued “thank you for beating me Sir”.  I’d be lying to say I was
comfortable seeing this, but it was clear that Anna had entered a special place
in the house and that she had been so eager to get there she would pay any
price.

“Strip” instructed Greg, as Anna crawled toward the bed, her
pert little butt wiggling like she was in a Carry-On movie.  “Nicely” he
warned, as he noticed a devilish little glint in her eye.  Oh, she
wouldn’t disappoint.  This girl knows her body, every last inch of
it.  She understands the control she can have over a group of men with her
movements.  Not just her gentle motion and the reveal… but the knowing
smile that tells you she is lapping up the attention she’s generating for
herself.  I’m having trouser issues and need to release the pressure – her
eyes somehow drawing my hand to the bulge in my suit, just as I realise Richard
and Greg are doing the same.  As she rolls and peels the skin-tight dress
down over her hips, I begin undressing to match – she’s handing control back to
the men.

In one corner is a bench with straps and cushions bristled
all over it.  With a nod of approval from Greg, I take Anna gently by the
hand and lead her over to it.  As she leans forward to place her head on
the cushion, Greg straps her knees and wrists with leather belts, leaving her
held tightly on all fours, head outstretched and arse open for the
taking.  I lean down to her level, my face level with hers and put two
fingers into her mouth, pulling her jaw down and open.  I’m fixing her
straight in the eyes, her gaze reaching deep into mine as she strains to lift
her head – there’s a deep connection there that I won’t dismiss.

Anna is strapped firmly to the bench, exposed, prone and defenseless. 
Beautiful.  I walk around to her rear and slap an arse cheek hard.  A
flinch.  I kneel down so that I’m eye to eye with her exposed pussy and
breathe deeply…. oooh that sweet scent and the sight of her glistening
moistness makes it impossible not to take a broad lick of her wet slit, keeping
my tongue wet with her juice as I round back to her face and hold my tongue out
in front of her – she instinctively licks it off, looking me deep in the eye as
she does so.

No sooner as she allows that broad smile to flush through
her face, Greg is pulling her head upwards and wrapping a white hood around
her.  All I see before me now is a faceless naked woman, a hole in the
hood carefully aligned with her mouth.  Greg says “open wide”, followed by
a stern “both ends” before smiling at us both as we prepare to feast on his
girl.

It’s a strange feeling, feeding your cock through a gap in a
fabric hood into the waiting mouth of a woman whose eyes are such an important
part of her communication vocabulary – a feeling made even weirder knowing that
at the other end of the bench is a heavy man pushing himself into the bum hole
of this doll.  I do my best to keep up the rough persona, but I want to
cradle Anna’s head as I slide my shaft in and out of her hungry mouth. 
She wants no tenderness though – she wants to feel used thoroughly fucked
tonight.  I’m here as a birthday guest and will do my best to live up to
her hopes and fantasies.

Richard pulls out of her arse abruptly which makes her jump
with the shock.  I can see Greg is waiting to fuck her mouth, so I head to
her rear and smack her bum as hard as I can from the angle I’m at.  All I
hear is “mmmph”, so I smack again, this time from a better angle.  Still
“mmpphhh” is all I get, so it’s time to use the back of my hand as the slaps
get harder and harder before she finally breaks free of Greg’s cock an manages
“thank you Sir” before taking it back into her mouth noisily.  It’s time
for a condom as I stand back and survey the sight in front of my eyes. 
Greg fucking her face as Richard stands to the side wanking and pulling one of
her pretty little arse cheeks to the side for me, opening her pussy lips to
make an even more inviting sight.

I’ve never gone straight for the bum hole before in my life
– it’s always been something to work up to on a really lucky day – but somehow
it wouldn’t seem right do anything but what she had asked for when we last
spoke before the party – she just loves having her arse filled and who am I to
disappoint the birthday girl?!  No point messing around, in I go as
swiftly and smoothly as I can.  Her buttocks are so firm she barely shakes
as a bury myself all the way in on the first stroke – pausing at my full length
to feel her squeeze around my rigid dick, moaning with pleasure as she spits
Greg’s cock out and buries her face in the pad of the bench.  I slowly
withdraw, make like I’m going to slip back inside but instead smack her bum
again so hard it makes her jump.  Then I slip back in, gently at first,
nice and deep, all the way inside her and gradually build up a rhythm.  I
can feel her responding with those incredible muscles, squeezing my cock when I
fully insert – and I begin to speed up under the encouraging eye of Greg, whose
face looks fit to burst with pride as he watches me hammering away at his
slut’s backside.  Greg and I are squeezing Anna from both ends – he’s
pushing against her neck which is rising and buckling and she squeals with joy
from the hard fucking she’s receiving.

Enough is enough and I explode inside her hot little ass
just as Greg pulls out of her mouth – she responds with a delightful
high-pitched expression of “ooh” in time with each spasm as I physically relax
my whole torso and rest for a moment waiting for my erection to subside inside
her.  As I’m doing that, Richard spots the availability of her mouth and
begins fucking her face for all of a few seconds before shooting his spunk down
her throat.

While Richard and I recover, Greg asks whether need another
drink and begins unbuckling Anna from her bench.  I reply that I’ve had
enough for my bladder to retain and asks whether I need a wee, with a twinkle
in his eye.  I need no further encouragement – I tenderly remove Anna’s
hood, look into her eyes with a smile and announce “I need a piss but don’t
want to get Greg’s toilet dirty”. Greg lifts her by the arm and guides her into
the walk-in shower where she is told to kneel and shield the glass and tiled
floor.  It takes a few moments to persuade your body to urinate when your
brain says “no”, a potentially awkward situation if it weren’t for Anna’s eyes
looking up at me with such desire and longing.  Kneeling with her legs
slightly parted, her hands pushing her little titties together and her tongue
outstretched – it’s an image that stays with me now, clear as day. 
Eventually I relaxed the crucial muscle and began to stream piss onto her
stomach and lift it to her breasts as she began to massage it into
herself.  I didn’t have the heart to spray on her tongue, perhaps that’s
for another day…?

Marched to the large bed, Anna receives clear instruction
that she is not allowed to cum without permission.  Out comes an array of
tools designed to produce orgasm which means we’re looking at a slightly unfair
game – to which the grin on her face is clear evidence.  She does
incredibly well to cope with the stimulation afforded her with some small
vibrators, a fairly significant dildo and a Rampant Rabbit, but it’s the
Hitachi that pushes her over the edge and causes her to involuntarily pop out
the butt plug that she had been wearing throughout most of her toy-time. 
“Pleeeease Sir can I cum noooww?”  We decide to let her off as she had
done so well in controlling her orgasm and give her a few minutes to rest and
fetch us a fresh beer.

When she comes back to the room, I’m lying on my back and
Greg tells her to sit on top of me, cowgirl.  Not surprisingly my dick is
erect again and she performs a lovely trick of slipping a condom onto me using
her mouth only, no hands, to which I pay her a compliment and tell her she’s
allowed to use her pussy instead of her ass to sit on me if she’d like – which
she accepts.  Greg reminds her she mustn’t cum without permission as she
begins rocking forward and backward on me, a rare chance to savor some
tenderness and softness between us during this rough and ragged evening. 
Our fucking intensifies, with Richard and Greg both standing back and watching
as they regain their erections.  It’s wonderful to be running my hands up
and down her torso, feeling the shape of her smooth buttocks and staring into
her deep brown eyes as we cement the connection between us.

As we rock together I feel Anna’s fingertips tighten and
clench at my chest as she leans back and enjoys a rush of orgasm – before realizing
she should have asked first.  “Get off” I shout, “I didn’t say you could
cum”.  As she clambers off, I get up, flip her over and tell her to get on
all fours.  Greg takes hold of her shoulders and puts his legs around her
neck to lock her into position as I position myself at her rear and promise to
punish her for her rudeness.  Without warning I plunge into her arsehole
and begin thrusting hard, mercilessly, pushing her forwards with every stroke
while Greg chastises her verbally.  After a minute, I withdraw, allowing
Richard to take my place with his significantly larger cock – her yelps and
grunts are greater still, all the while calling out “thank you Sir” as dish out
her punishment.

As Anna is released and relaxes, I take the opportunity to
come down to her level, face to face, insert four fingers into her mouth with
my thumb clasping her jaw and draw her eyes level with mine, deeply and
intensely staring at each other inches apart as if nobody else existed, just
this little fuck doll and me eye to eye loving the moment.  “Please Sir,
can I drink your cum?” she asks meekly.  Well, who on earth would need to
be asked twice?  I settle back on the bed propped up by a pillow, as she
sinks down between my knees and begins the gentlest, most luxurious and wet
sloppy blowjob I think I’ve ever experienced.  I can’t believe my luck as
this pretty angel massages my balls and licks all over my shaft, lingering with
her tongue rimming my glands before drawing me deep into her mouth with the
softness of a pillow.  The warmth, tenderness and overwhelming softness of
the way she squeezes my cock eventually bring me to a protracted and thoroughly
indulgent climax before she proceeds to take both Richard and Greg’s rigid
tools, alternating between them taking turns fucking her face as she continues
to wank them both off with her hands.

Once we’re all finished, the rough personas instantly
disappear and Anna stops being submissive and becomes a charming host, cuddling
with Greg as we chat and laugh about our adventure together.  She has
enjoyed her birthday treat just as much as we all have.  Personally, I’ve
crossed a few boundaries that I didn’t expect to come so naturally and Greg
looks very pleased.

Time now for a cup of tea and a chat about what we might get
up to next time we all meet up…