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Charlene managed to walk somewhat gracefully into the restaurant, although her knees were still a bit weak from the near orgasm she'd had on the way over. The three of them found a table in a quiet corner and sat down. Charlene had never been to this particular establishment and as they sat there waiting to place their orders, she took a good look around. It was a well-decorated and quaint place, not real large, with several tables of varying sizes and shapes scattered around the room, all of which had white tablecloths on them that practically reached the floor. This is one of the features that Mr. Wiseman enjoyed in this restaurant.

After the waiter had come and taken their order, Charlene asked to be excused, As she left to go to the ladies room, Amy decided to go with her.

"Amy! I can't believe you set me up like this!" she said, playfully hitting her fellow office worker.

"Don't blame me! Mr. Wiseman wanted me to play along. If I didn't I'd be the one wearing that thing... or worse!" Amy said, rubbing her arm, "Besides, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy the ride over here!"

"Yeah, I did," she admitted with a big grin, "Especially when you began playing with my breasts. I love having my breasts fondled and you were really turning me on!" she admitted, blushing a bit.

"Well I don't know what Mr. Wiseman has in mind, but you can be pretty sure you aren't done yet!" Amy said.

"Oh no! You mean there's more?" Charlene asked incredulously.

"Oh sweetie, Mr. Wiseman hasn't even started with you yet! I don't know what his plans for today are, but your training has only just begun. You will have many days when you'll wonder how many times you can cum before passing out!" Amy said giggling.

"Mr. Wiseman is quite the sex fiend isn't he?" Charlene said.

"Well if you mean he has a high sex drive, you are right. But he is a good man, he treats us very well and isn't a pig about his needs and desires. And he sure makes certain our sexual needs are satisfied. I don't know what your sex life was like before coming here, but mine was pretty sad. I hadn't had a relationship or even sex for over a year before Mr. Wiseman hired me. Now, I get it as much as I want - and sometimes more!" Amy giggled at the thought.

"Well, I haven't had anything since... since Phillip passed away nearly five years ago," Charlene said sadly.

"Five years?" Amy said, leaning up against the counter in shock. "You mean you haven't... with anyone?"

"No. After Phillip I didn't want to. I loved him and couldn't bear the thought if replacing him with someone else. And then, I dunno, it just didn't seem like that big a deal later on," Charlene said, looking down.

"Did you at least have a 'bedtime buddy'?" Amy asked wide-eyed.

"You mean a vibrator or something? No. That would only have made matters worse by making me want it."

"Damn. Well no more worries about that anymore. Mr. Wiseman will make sure you keep in practice, you can be sure of that!" Amy said. "Speaking of that, we'd better get back there before he comes looking for us. Mr. Wiseman wouldn't think twice about coming in here and paddling both our asses right here in public!" Amy warned.

"Yeah I suppose so," Charlene agreed. The two girls headed back to the table where Mr. Wiseman had been wondering what they had been up to.

"There you two are. I was beginning to get worried that I had gotten stood up!" he said with a smile, as he stood up when they got to the table.

"Stand you up? No chance of that, Sir!" Amy said, giving him a big kiss on the cheek before sitting down.

"So what were you two little busybodies talking about for so long?" he asked.

"You, of course, Sir," Amy said, batting her eyes innocently at him.

"Mmm hmmm..." he said skeptically. "Well, we have a few minutes before our lunch will be ready, I think. Perhaps we should find a way to pass the time?" With that, he hit the second button on the remote again and instantly the vibrator responded, beginning its buzzing torment of Charlene's still wet pussy once more.

Charlene gripped the edges of the table as her pussy ignited again. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from making a spectacle of herself as she tried battling the vibrator for control. This time she was somewhat ready for it and she was able, just barely, to keep herself under control. She was after all in public and didn't want to embarrass Mr. Wiseman or herself.

But control was not hers - it was his. And he was going to make sure that she knew that. "Amy, be a dear and slip under the table and see if you can do something to help Charlene here," he said with a mischievous wink. Amy took a quick glance to make sure no one was looking, then slid quickly under the table making sure the tablecloth covered her completely.

Amy moved closer to Charlene and spread her quaking thighs. Charlene felt Amy's hands and once she knew what Amy was going to do, she gasped aloud.

"Oh Goddd, Mr. Wiseman. Ohhh fuuccck!" Charlene whimpered softly. Amy began massaging her pussy and clit with her fingers even as the vibrator continued its incessant work. She used her thumbs to massage her pussy lips and rub her sensitive, engorged clit.

To encourage Amy in her efforts, Mr. Wiseman slipped the toe of his shoe under her ass and curled his toes up to play with her naked pussy as well. He heard a faint moan come up from under the table as he felt her begin to wriggle on his foot.

Amy increased her efforts to torture Charlene and he smiled seeing her struggle. Placing the remote control on the desk in front of him, and in plain view of Charlene, he began. "So what kinds of things about me did you two talk about in that bathroom, slut?" he asked.

"Nothing, Sir. Just girl talk," she said, squirming under the combined assault.

"Oh is that so?" he said, fingering the remote. He pushed level three and Charlene jumped, clenching her teeth as the vibe picked up the pace. Amy could hear the change as well, and she followed suit working her clit and pussy harder. She leaned forward and began lapping at Charlene's drooling pussy while she fingered her clit with her thumb and played with the buttplug with the other hand.

Charlene was going crazy - it was all too much for her poor mind to process. Her eyes glazed over and sweat began to form on her forehead and chest, running down between her breasts as the tortured girl clung to the table just to keep from spinning off into space.

"Ohhh fuucckk, Sirrr. Pleeease. I'm going too..." Charlene said between her gritted teeth.

"No, you won't either. Now, what were you talking about, slut?" he repeated the question.

"You, Sirrr. We were talking about you..." she said, almost in tears from the effort. He shut off the machine, indicating with his foot for Amy to stop and come back up from under the table. As soon as Amy had rejoined them, he resumed talking with Charlene.

"Now, what were you saying about me?" he asked.

"Nothing... nothing bad, Sir, I swear! We were just commenting on how sexy you are. I promise!" Charlene gasped out.

"Oh?"

"Yes, Sir. And we talked about... how you have given us more sex than we had before we got hired here," she panted, still trying to catch her breath.

"I see. Well Amy has told me she went for a long time before I found her - what was it a year or something like that wasn't it, slut?" he asked Amy.

"Yes Sir, just a tad over a year," Amy responded.

"So how long has it been for you, my little whore?" he asked Charlene.

"A... Almost five years, Sir. Since my husband died," she said, finally coming down to where she could talk in full sentences.

"I see. Well, I am sorry for your loss," he said, "but now that you are working for me, you won't need to worry about that anymore."

"No Sir," she said.

"No you won't, our boss likes to make sure all his employees are happy and satisfied with their jobs!" Amy piped in. The two girls giggled until the waiter came with their lunch.

The three of them ate their lunches as they chatted about things outside of work. Once lunch was finished and Mr. Wiseman had paid the check, the three of them left the restaurant on their way back to work. Once again Amy took the back seat, leaving Charlene to the mercy of her lecherous boss.

"So girls, did you enjoy your lunch?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, it was very good," Amy said from the back seat.

"Yes, it was. I've never been there before, it was lovely. Thank you for taking us Sir," Charlene added.

"You are welcome girls. It was nice to have such beautiful lunch companions. However, I promised you some entertainment during lunch and now that we are finished, I believe it is time for the show... don't you slut?" he said patting Charlene's crotch.

"Sir, I don't th... Ohmygod!" Charlene cried out as her pussy ignited.

Without any warning, Mr. Wiseman had hit the button on the remote and now Charlene was squirming in her seat as the vibrator began it's work once again. Charlene instinctively grabbed the sides of her seat and gripped it tightly as she pressed herself back in her seat. Amy, hearing her cry, instantly knew what was going on and she scooted forward in her seat to reach around and play with Charlene's big breasts like earlier on the way to the restaurant.

"Lay your seat back and let Amy have some time at those big tits, slut," he said. Charlene did as instructed, laying her seat back as far as it would go and Amy pulled her top up and over Charlene's breasts, exposing them as Charlene moaned.

"God, you have such wonderful tits," Amy said as she leaned forward to play with her firm, hard nipples. She bent her head down and kissed Charlene as she played with her nipples. Charlene opened her legs to allow the vibrator to work as Amy toyed with her and the two girls kissed.

Mr. Wiseman stole glances at the girls when he could. He enjoyed watching the two of them getting hotter and more impassioned. With a devilish little smirk, he bumped the vibe up to level three and Charlene tried lifting off the seat, her seatbelt the only thing that kept her in it.

"Oh my god, Sir! Ohhh fuck! Oh please!" Charlene whimpered as she felt her pussy exploding. She writhed and twisted, trying to expel the wicked device but she couldn't dislodge it. Meanwhile Amy, seeing her coworker's distress, added to it by increasing her own teasing of the woman's nipples. She began pinching harder and tugging on them, twisting them, and slapping her tits playfully.

"Ohhh I'm gonna cum, Sir. Oh I can't stand it, I'm gonna cum! Please Sir..." Charlene pleaded.

"No," Mr. Wiseman said simply.

"Ohhh... please, Sir... I... can't..." Charlene whimpered, struggling valiantly to keep control of herself.

Mr. Wiseman then reached over with his right hand and slipped it up under her all-too-short skirt and found her sopping wet pussy. He began fingering her swollen, hyper-sensitized clit with his fingers and Charlene lost her mind.

"I'mmm cuumminnggg! she screamed as her dam broke. She poured her juices out all over his fingers and the seat of the car. She stiffened like a board and clenched her teeth panting through them as her whole body quivered like she was freezing to death. Wave after violent wave crashed over Charlene as the fireworks went off in her mind behind her tightly closed eyes. Thunderclaps rang in her ears as her accelerated heart pounded. Finally after what seemed like an eternity the chaos cleared and she was able to open her eyes. Through her clouded mind, she began to realize they had stopped and she shook off the haze to find they had arrived at the office again.

Charlene lay there in her seat panting and trying to calm herself down. Mr. Wiseman had left the car already and Amy remained with her. After about five minutes Charlene had returned enough to talk.

"Wh... where is Mr. Wiseman?" Charlene asked.

"Don't worry, hon, he is already back in the office. He left me here to watch over you until you came back. As soon as you are able to, we'll go upstairs too. Just relax a bit more," Amy said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Charlene looked into the eyes of her more experienced coworker. Amy had moved from the back and taken her place in the driver's seat to watch over Charlene better and now the two girls sat in the car as Charlene regained her strength.

"Tell me Amy, does Mr. Wiseman often make you cum as hard as I just did? I mean I have never felt anything like that, even with Phillip," she said.

"Oh yeah, our boss loves to 'edge' us. He loves to tease and torment until you swear you will explode any second!" Amy said smiling.

"Edge? What's that?"

"Edging is where he brings you just to the point where you are about to cum, then he backs off a bit so you calm down just a little. Then he brings you back to the edge again. Over and over, each time you swear you will fall over, but he never lets you until he's good and ready. It's an art form for him!"

"Yes, I can see that it is," Charlene said, finally breathing normally again.

"When he finally does grant us release, we have built things up so much that it is always and earth-shattering experience. He never lets you just cum, there has to be explosions and fireworks."

"So I noticed!" Charlene said, giggling.

"So if you are feeling better, maybe we should get upstairs. We don't want to take advantage of this recuperation thing," Amy said.

"No, I'm okay now. Let's get upstairs so Mr. Wiseman doesn't worry about us," Charlene agreed.

The girls got out of the car which was parked once again in the building's underground parking garage and, before they went into the building, they made sure they were presentable. Charlene still had her top off and her breasts exposed, so she got re-dressed and her clothing adjusted properly. Amy too, had become a bit disheveled in the fray and she regained her composure as well. When they were ready, they went in and took the elevator up to the 4th floor to their office.

"We're back, Sir," they said as they appeared in the doorway of Mr. Wiseman's office.

"Feeling better, slut?" he said to Charlene.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, I am feeling much better. I am sorry for the mess I made in your car, getting your seat all wet. I'm ready to go back to work if you wish," she replied.

"Very good. Go ahead... leave the door open please, and don't worry about the car - I was going to have it cleaned anyway," he said. The two girls went back to their desks and got back to their work.

Mr. Wiseman's office was right next to the girls desks and he had a large picture window in his office that overlooked the girls work area. He went to the window and adjusted the blinds so he could watch them working. This was Charlene's first day so he wanted to keep an eye on her work and make sure she knew where things were and what to do. He also wanted to see how she reacted when he made her work "stressful".

Charlene had to go to the file cabinet across the room t put away a file she had been working on. Mr. Wiseman saw her get up and he pushed the second button on the remote. Charlene didn't expect him to use the remote while in the office so she was not prepared for what happened next.

"Oh!" she yelped, dropping the file so she could steady herself against the wall. Mr. Wiseman smiled to himself in his office as he watched her bend over to pick up the papers, her ass unconsciously pointed in his direction and her skirt riding up to show him her bare ass and pussy from behind. She picked up the papers and turned around to see him staring at her ass. She smiled and walked on to the filing cabinets, wiggling her ass as she walked. He decided that after work he was going to get more acquainted with that tantalizing ass of hers.

Over the course of the afternoon, Mr. Wiseman found three or four more occasions to add some excitement to Charlene's work. Each time he caught her unprepared, and each time it took her breath away, causing her to drop some papers or lean on a handy desk or the wall. On one occasion when she was bringing him a cup of coffee, his teasing caused her to spill the coffee on the floor.

He always enjoyed seeing her on her knees picking up or cleaning up. But now that she knew what he was doing, she intentionally positioned herself so she could show him her bare ass and pussy, knowing that's what he wanted to see. She got a thrill knowing she was showing herself off for him and it made her pussy even wetter knowing he was enjoying her flaunting herself for his pleasure. She never knew she had this exhibitionist side to her personality, but she was thoroughly enjoying performing for him.

Charlene was enjoying her "work" so much that she didn't realize the workday was slipping away. Before she knew it, it was nearly quitting time. She was putting her work away in her desk and getting ready to head home when Mr. Wiseman called her into the office.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?" Charlene asked.

"Yes I did, slut. Shut the door please," he said. Charlene shut the door and walked up to his desk. He motioned for her to come around the desk and she obeyed, coming up to stand right in front of his big leather chair. She stood there in front of Mr. Wiseman as he looked her over critically. He ogled her from head to toe, and she was relieved, when she felt her nipples harden, as he stared at her tits. He grinned. "Did you do your nipple exercises last night?"

Charlene blushed, and lowered her face. "No Sir, they just love your attention." Then she felt his strong powerful hand on her naked thigh. She shivered slightly at his touch and even more so, when his hand began wandering upwards, leaving a trail of fire on her hot and yearning flesh.

"No stockings?" he asked, pausing for a moment. "Stockings look nice on a woman’s legs, but I have to admit, your naked flesh does feel good. And with that tight skirt, you look very slutty and vulnerable."

"Thank you, Sir," Charlene breathed as her excitement grew. Mr. Wiseman's hands were magical and she felt her temperature rising with each touch.

His hand had reached the hem of her skirt and was already partially covering her half-exposed ass-cheek. "Raise your skirt a bit higher, slut." Charlene instantly did, yanking the hem on one side up to her waist and exposing her right ass cheek completely. He spread his fingers and moved higher, nearly covering the whole globe with his big paw. "That’s a very fine ass you got there. Full and yet tight," he commented. Suddenly, she felt him squeeze it firmly, digging his fingers into the soft, supple flesh.

"Ohhh," she couldn’t hold back a soft moan, as he took his liberties with her ass, mauling and inspecting it.

"I’m wondering how it sounds though," he said. Charlene turned to look at him, questioningly. Without warning, he raised his hand and smacked her cheek hard. Charlene yelped in surprise, before another blow landed on her other cheek with a resounding whack. "Sounds good to me. What do you say?"

Charlene struggled with the mixture of pain and pleasure she was feeling, and couldn’t do anything but to agree with him. "Yes, Sir. It sounds good, but it feels even better," she answered, while she licked her lips and wiggled her ass, inviting him to spank her further.

"You’re a very naughty girl," he said while he raised his hand again, only to bring it down with another resounding whack. She couldn’t help but squeal in delight, while she raised up on tip-toes, bringing her ass as high as she could. Because of the tightness of her skirt, it had slid up high enough, so that both of her ass cheeks were naked now.

"Got to make sure both sides are the same lovely shade of pink!" he chuckled, smacking her hard on the newly exposed ass cheek. Charlene's ass burnt like fire, but she still wanted more. She spread her legs a bit, hoping he would see her slick cunt lips, see how aroused she was. Whack! And another one. She knew that if he kept this up, she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.

Yet he wouldn’t grant her release yet. He motioned her to straighten up and stand, facing him. With his hands on her thighs he spread her legs so he had an unobstructed view of her glistening cunt. Bending slightly forward, he grabbed the bottom hem of her halter-top and slowly pulled it up above her head. When he had it halfway up, Charlene's tits literally sprang into view. Her nipples were rock hard, and got even harder when he let his fingertips brush against them. He moved her top further upwards, until her big tits hung free, full and rich. "What size are those tits again?" he asked.

Charlene threw her shoulders back proudly, giving her freed tits a nice wiggle. "38DD, Sir!" she said with big grin.

He raised his left eyebrow. "I’ll have to try them out, one of these days," he said. She felt a rush of excitement course through her body, imagining him, using her big tits for his pleasure. Mr. Wiseman was such a generous boss. She was looking forward having her tits used by him. For the next few minutes he ran his hands over Charlene's trembling, needy body, occasionally stroking her naked thighs, cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks, or her toying with exposed tits. She swayed slightly as she stood there, topless in front of him, being available to his probing hands. He took care to avoid her cunt though, keeping her helplessly aroused. Charlene wanted to finger herself desperately but she was sure he would have ordered her to, if that's what he wanted.

Charlene quite liked the idea of being his plaything. She could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter. And she knew he noticed too, because she saw him grinning, as he ogled her dripping snatch. Amy had told her that he wanted her to use dirty words when describing her body parts and she had come to like those dirty words like cunt, snatch, tits or ass. In fact, she was not able to think of her body parts in other terms than those dirty ones.

Charlene let a small moan slip out as she felt his hands running over her. "What’s up, slut? Why are you moaning?" he asked, with a wicked grin.

She snapped back to reality, and getting her wits together, struggled to answer him. "I’m sorry, sir. It’s just… I so much love working for you. It’s so pleasurable," she said, as she licked her lips seductively.

All Charlene could think about was getting his giant eight inch monster in her cunt. Images of him, pinning her down with his weight, while he pounded her mercilessly, kept running through her mind. She was so desperate to have him use her yearning body.

"You were a naughty girl at lunch today. You came without permission," he said. "And you know, what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?" There was a gleam in his eyes, as he spoke.

"They get punished," she answered, her voice raspy from the dryness in her mouth.

"Quite right!" he said as he moved his chair backwards a bit and tapped his thighs. "Over my lap, slut... you need some discipline!" Charlene squealed in delight and placed herself in the position indicated. She wiggled her crotch into his, feeling his hard-on through his pants. Quickly, he yanked the hem of her skirt way up, exposing the quivering globes of her ass. This was going to be so good!

WHACK! The first smack landed on her naked flesh.

"Ow!" Charlene yelped, surprised. It stung, but it stung sooo good. This man knew how to treat a naughty slut…

WHACK! "Ow!" Another blow to her other cheek. Metronome-like, his hand kept smacking down on her vulnerable up-turned ass cheeks. Charlene could feel her behind slowly heating up, until it was on fire.

WHACK! "Ouch! Yesss!"

WHACK! Hard and relentless. "Yess! More! Please more!"

She didn’t know how much her poor ass could take, but she wanted more, more, more! Suddenly, she felt his hand, grabbing her sopping wet cunt. He squeezed down hard, and Charlene came in an earth-shattering orgasm. She squealed and whimpered, writhing in Mr. Wiseman’s lap, as her cunt spilled its juices into his hand.

His left hand went down and into her hair, yanking her head up viciously, while he brought his right hand in front of her face. "You just dirtied my hand, you whore!" he yelled at me. "What are you gonna do about this?" She looked up at him, and saw him grin. He knew just what kind of a dirty slut she was, coming from having her ass spanked. Charlene stuck out her tongue and began slowly licking her own juices off of his hand, tasting herself, tasting the slutty whore she had become. His grin got wider, while she continued to clean his hand.

"What a nasty slut you are!" he spat. She moaned, totally agreeing with him. What else could explain her behavior; cumming like that from having her ass spanked and then licking off the juices from the hand that so thoroughly had punished her. If that didn't prove what a filthy, nasty whore she was, nothing would!

After his hand was spotlessly clean, he pushed the button of the intercom and called Amy in. "On your knees, you two sluts!" Mr. Wiseman hissed. "Legs spread, hands behind your heads. And Amy, get your tits out." Both women instantly complied, kneeling side by side in front of him, with their knees touching and their tits thrust out. "Look at me!" Charlene and Amy both raised their heads, drinking in the beauty of his commanding body. His legs were spread, and with one hand he reached into his pants. The girls could see his fingers working in his crotch and when he withdrew his hand, his middle-finger was glistening. He bent forward and held his finger in front of Charlene's nose. She gasped, when she smelled his male scent.

He moved a bit downward and pushed his finger deep into her mouth, letting her taste his delicious pre-cum. Charlene moaned around his finger, while her tongue eagerly licked the salty liquid from his digit. She feverishly made love to his finger, sucking hard on it and lovingly licking it, while it explored the depths of her oral cavern. She almost whined, when he withdrew his finger, and repeated the process with Amy. When he was finished with the blonde slut, Mr. Wiseman leant back in his chair, looking them both over.

"You look so fucking cheap, you nasty whores, with your dripping snatches and exposed tits. I bet there’s nothing too humiliating for you, as depraved as you are," he chuckled. He was right, of course. Nothing would be too low for her, in order to serve this man. After all, she was a slut, HIS slut. The word alone sent shivers down Charlene's spine.

"Now that the day's business is done, it’s time for some fun. Amy, take those clothes off, go sit on the couch there and finger fuck yourself so I can watch you. It’s about time to give my newest slut here a thorough test-ride."

Charlene's whole body shuddered in anticipation. Mr. Wiseman opened a drawer, pulled out a pink dildo and handed it to her. "Get naked, hop on my desk and prepare yourself, slut." he commanded authoritatively . She hurried to comply, taking off what little clothes she still wore. Naked now, she climbed onto his desk, took the dildo with shaking hands and plunged it into her eager cunt. It felt so good to be finally filled, that she very nearly came on the spot. Charlene concentrated hard not to though, wanting Mr. Wiseman to have the privilege of making her come. However, it was getting harder and harder to keep herself from coming, since Mr. Wiseman was beginning to slowly undress, exposing more and more of his gorgeous, muscled body.

She licked her lips at the sight of his ripped, powerful frame in all its naked glory. Charlene couldn’t wait to feel his weight on top of her, crushing her, and pounding his cock into her. She moaned louder and louder, while the dildo in her hand sawed in and out of her eager snatch. "Please…" she whimpered, when he was naked, his already erect eight inch monster pointing towards her.

"Please what?" he asked, slightly shaking his body, so his cock waved back and forth teasingly. This was torture. How long would he continue this taunting? She hastily pulled the dildo out of her cunt, lay down on her back on the desk, and grabbing her ankles, spread her legs wide apart revealing her sopping cunt for him.

"Fuck me, please!" she begged, "Fuck me good and hard, Sir!" He moved closer, holding his cock in one hand until the tip of it touched her moist slit, making her shiver in need. "Oh, please!"

"You must be very horny, offering yourself like this, with your legs spread like a common whore," he stated.

"Oh yes, Sir. I’m so horny for you," she panted while she tried to move her hips closer to him, desperate to feel his cock enter me and whining when he withdrew.

"Not so fast slut. Let me first take a close look at that cunt, you’re offering me. Oh my god! Your fat pussy lips are totally swollen and glistening with arousal. You must nearly be insane with lust." he said, teasing her further with his words.

"I am, Sir, I am," Charlene whimpered, childlike, as she humped the empty air with my hips. "Please, Sir. Take me. Take your secretary-whore and fuck her senseless. My cunt will feel so good around your cock. I swear. Fuck me, please, fuck me. Aarrgghh!"

Without warning Mr. Wiseman had shoved his entire length into her slick aching cunt, and Charlene came in the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. She nearly lost consciousness, as pure pleasure washed over her in wave after delicious wave. He patiently waited until her orgasm had finally subsided, and then he really began fucking her. Slow and steady strokes at first, testing her, driving back the whole way and then back in to the hilt.

"Please fuck me harder," she begged him. He bent forward, until his face was above hers, and he could see the lust smoldering in her eyes. She licked her lips sensuously, as she looked up at her boss and lover.

"Show me, how hard you want me to fuck you," he ordered. Charlene pushed back with all her might when he drove into her, urging him to fuck her as hard as possible, to ram into her like a jackhammer.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed when he began to really let her have it.

He pounded into her like mad, like he wanted to break her, holding nothing back. Charlene whimpered and whined, delirious with pain and pleasure, while Mr. Wiseman used her like a living sex doll. She clenched her long-neglected cunt muscles around his big, fat cock, showing him, how much she craved this savage, relentless fucking.

His hands moved down and into her full, heaving tits. Yes, INTO her tits, because he was really digging his fingers into the soft tit flesh, using her DD’s like handles to push and pull her back and forth on his cock. Bulges of tit flesh appeared inbetween his clenching fingers, so hard was he clamping down on her tits, sending new sensations of pleasure/pain through her body. He went wild on her body, and she went wild with heat. Never in her life had a man used her so thoroughly.

He selfishly used her body for his own pleasure, and that complete disrespect only heightened Charlene's arousal to a point where she was in the throes of a constant, endless orgasm. From time to time, he would let go of her tits, only to slap one of them hard, making her scream in masochistic pleasure. Or he would pinch her teats between his forefingers and thumbs, twisting them and yanking her tits upwards, until her upper body was hanging in the air, being held only by his cruel fingers on my sore nipples. Then he would let go, causing her to fall back onto the desk, only to place both of his paws on the top of her tits and push down, as if he was trying to push them right into her chest.

Mr. Wiseman obviously liked manhandling her tits, and Charlene only could revel in the feelings this glorious man was causing in her. She was a fuck-machine, and he was the master engineer trying to get this machine working at its highest efficiency. After a lust-fogged eternity, he suddenly withdrew his cock and stepped back.

"On your knees, whore!" he hissed through gritted teeth. Charlene was so weak from all the abuse that it took quite some effort to comply. With his feet, he kicked her knees apart. His hand reached into her thick hair and he yanked her head back. He slapped his cock across her upturned face, and she came again, just from being on her knees, seeing his massive form towering over her. She felt so dirty, so nasty, being a submissive sex-slut for my boss.

With the animalistic grunt of some great beast, he let go of his load. The first splash hit Charlene's hair, then he aimed lower, covering her whole face in white male cum, before he let her tits having their share. Eagerly, she stuck her tongue out, trying to lick as much as possible of his tasty juices into her hungry mouth.

"Use your hands to rub it into your skin," he ordered. Charlene obeyed eagerly, paying special attention to the spot above her upper lip. That way, she guessed, she could smell it a bit longer. When she bent forward, wanting to clean his cock with her mouth, he stopped her. "Don’t be too eager, my little slut. You had your share!" he said.

Looking over at the couch and the sweat-covered, exhausted Amy he pointed to the ground in front of him. Crawl, slut." he ordered. Amy slid onto the floor landing on her knees and crawled slowly to where he indicated. She smiled weakly when she saw her coworker naked on her knees, still a few splotches of his seed on her out-thrust tits.

"I just gave our new slut here a good welcome-fuck, and I thought, cleaning my cock would be the right job for my blonde whore to do", he said, grinning at her. Her face lit up in wanton lust, while she raced toward him, thanking him profusely and kneeling down beside him, to lick and suck every spot from Mr. Wiseman’s now flaccid cock. When she was done, he dried it in her hair, before turning back to re-dress. Turning back to Charlene, he said, "I wish you to put on your skirt, slut, but I want you to work topless for the rest of the day. Those tits really are appealing." She beamed with joy at his compliment, pushing them forward. "Oh thank you, Sir. I’m so glad you like them."

So for the rest of the day, Charlene worked with her tits naked, loving the erotic thrill she felt when Mr. Wiseman looked them over from time to time or gave them an occasional squeeze or pinch or twist of her constantly hard nipples. This was a man who really knew how to treat a woman’s tits. For the last hour he allowed Amy to free her tits as well, making both girls squeal in delight when he would work both pair of tits. When her work day was over, Charlene almost reluctantly put her top back on. It seemed such a shame to cover her tits now. Before they left, Mr. Wiseman swatted each girls ass hard. "You’ve proved your worthiness today. I’m really satisfied with your work."

"Thank you, sir," they both whispered, blushing at his generous compliment.

Charlene got in her car and slowly drove home, a silly grin pasted on her face. She could hardly wait to see what tomorrow would bring! It had been a hell of a first day!