A Wedding Befitting A Slut
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Working in a small law office has its ups and downs but never did I ever think this would happen.
It has been a long week, and it’s still just Thursday, I’m so ready for Friday to come, so I can get out. I want to find myself a man, and get laid. It’s been so long! I want him to pin my arms above my head, kiss me passionately, and own me for as long as it lasts. This is what I think of at the end of my work day, in the storage room with my fingers in my panties. I want to be fucked stupid, and have my mind blown.
I’m so wrapped up in my own world I don’t hear, or see anything. Nor do I care, at least not in that moment. I feel what I've been seeking, my incredible climax erupts hard. I let out a stifling moan, enjoying the wash of passion run through me like hot coal. My fingers are dancing over my clit a little faster, prolonging my orgasm, wanting it to last. Slowly my body reconnects with the world, coming down from my orgasmic high.
I slump in the chair a little more, catching my breath. I feel so naughty when I masturbate at work. It’s an extra risk. It’s one I've taken many times in the past. I keep exploring different places in the office to do it. My end goal is to do it right in the boss’s office. How great would that be?
I fix myself, making sure I don’t look like I've just been naughty and head to finish photo copying paperwork. I have another forty or so minutes left of this very long day. I’m so ready for it. My job isn't overly hard, but it can be long days. Once I finish the photo copying I put the papers on the boss’s desk, envying it. Oh how much I want to be sprawled out on it, being fucked hard until I come.
Back at my desk I gather what I need to leave when I notice an envelope; I pick it up and read it.
You've been a naughty girl, haven’t you Victoria?
I know what you've been doing and I think it’s time you share some of what you do. Or maybe I will have to share with everyone else, what do you think?
Under the note is a photo of me in the supply room, with my skirt up, and my hand down inside my panties. What the hell?! Who? What? When? I remember I masturbated in the supply room three days ago, but who could have seen me?
I look around the office, and of course no one is around. I stuff the note and photo in my purse, and leave. The whole way home I tremble with fear. Is someone really going to rat me out? What do they want with me? How do they mean share?
It’s all I can think of for the rest of the night, and let’s say there wasn't much sleep. When my alarm blares at me to get up, I want to punch it. I roll out of bed, and get ready for work. The last thing I want to do is go in today, but we are in the middle of a case and I’m needed. I try and put the note out of my mind and get on with my day.
I stop by a local coffee shop and get treats for everyone before heading into work. It’s an overly hot summer day. It’s not even eight am and already eighty two degrees. While waiting in line at the coffee shop I can’t help but think of my weekend plans. Even with what happened last night I still want to find a man, and have fun. I find myself looking at every good looking man out there, like a piece of meat.
I feel the excitement build between my thighs, deep in my core. I feel like such a slut, standing in line, thinking like this. The thought of this just urges me on. I want to grab the coffee boy taking the orders and fuck him on the counter as everyone watches. I grin, stepping up and giving him my order. He can’t be any older than twenty, but I don’t care, I’d fuck him. He takes my order, and when he returns I tip him a twenty with a wink. He looks shocked as I walk away.
I make it to work on time, walking in chipper, and having totally forgotten about last night. I set up the coffee and treats in the break room, and chat with the others about the case. I said before this is a small law office. We only have three lawyers, and a couple administrative people. Once I’m done with my morning gossip about the case I head to my desk, and there sits another note. I look around but I don’t see anyone. Who is doing this?
I pick the note up, as my hands tremble.
Don’t think I've forgotten what I said last night, Victoria.
Have you put thought into how you’ll keep me quiet, or shall I share this with everyone in the office? You dirty little freak.
Under it is another photo, this one from a week or so ago. I can tell by the outfit I’m wearing. I’m not sure how this person expects me to keep him quiet. I don’t even know who it is. I stuff the note and photo in my purse, and forget about it. I have too much on my plate to worry about someone who is making stupid threats.
The day drags on as usual, but it's a busy one. I don’t have much time to think, let alone think of anything but work. The case took a turn for the worse this morning, when Mr. Reeds who’s working the case comes in he explains. We’re all standing around listening to him explain what happened. However my mind isn't on him now, it’s on who could be sending the notes. We’re all standing here, everyone who works in the office. I can’t figure out who it could even be.
We drift apart after Mr. Reeds gives us the cue to get back to work. It seems everyone needs to leave the office for this or that but me. I’m left to work on today’s notes and organize them, and get what’s needed for Monday ready. It’s pushing almost four in the afternoon, and I have about two hours left of work. My mind loses itself in the weekend plans again, wondering where I’ll go to find that piece of man meat. Of course my mind thinks back to the coffee boy, and having him fuck me in front of everyone.
I undo my top button of my jeans, sliding my hand down between my thighs, as I brush my fingers lightly over my mound, slipping down a little further. I let my mind envision coffee boy having his way with me. He yanks me up on the counter, ripping my shirt and bra open like a cave man might do. Taking my nipple into his mouth, the other customers and employees of the coffee shop watching in shock and awe. My nails are clawing at his shirt, removing it as quickly as I can.
His fingers moving swiftly to remove my jeans, pulling on them so I’m free of the imprisonment of them. His mouth never leaving my breasts, he sucks on them hard, biting every so often. My moans are all you can hear, with the occasional cat call from someone who’s watching us. He frees himself from his jeans, his cock solid and ready for me. Coffee boy convinces two others to take my legs, spreading them as wide as they can go, and they do! He smirks a cocky smirk down at me before he begins to plow inside me. He gives me no mercy, fucking me like a true slut.
The two who have taken my legs join in for the sake of being so close, fondling my breasts. They’re just as rough with me as coffee boy is. I feel them spread my legs wider, allowing him to fuck me harder. The depths he reaches hurts, but feels so good. I’m being stretched to new limits, my body is screaming with excitement. It’s all it takes for me to begin to climax. I come so hard, I feel my panties soak. My eyes flicker open, and remember I’m still here in the office. I suck lightly on my wet fingers, enjoying the taste of my sweet nectar.
I do up my jeans, and finish my work so I can go home. I notice I have been masturbating for over thirty minutes and blush. I really need to get fucked! I make good time, and finish my paperwork. I don’t even think of the notes and photos, and don’t care at this rate. I hurry home, so I can go out with my girlfriends tonight and have fun.
*
The weekend goes by way too quickly. I had almost found a man, but the guy was too wasted to even get hard. Though he tried, and he did manage to give me an orgasm. He has a wicked tongue, so at least he did something right. I still don’t feel satisfied with my hungry need for a cock though. I walk into the office, and everyone is on high alert for the court hearing at ten. We all rush in doing our part so Mr. Reeds can finally win the case.
When it settles down and he heads out, I sit down at my desk. I decide to check my e-mail. Of course most of it is spam, and nothing useful. One email catches my eye though. The subject says ‘Naughty Girl Victoria’ and I can see it has an attachment. I click it open, and read the message.
You are a very bold, daring girl, in the office at your desk? Tisk Tisk Victoria. I did enjoy myself watching you. You didn't see me though, did you? What could you have been thinking about to get so lost in thought, not even noticing me. You came so hard; I thought you were really being fucked. Don’t worry though, you can help with my problem soon enough. If you know what is good for you.
Oh, I also sent a little incentive, to help encourage you to do the right thing.
I click the attachment and watch. I’m stunned, my jaw drops. I see myself masturbating, full on close up shot of me. You can clearly see I’m being naughty, at work. I tremble and feel a bit sick but also turned on watching myself on the video. I stir lightly in my chair. I realize it’s an email it has to have a name of the sender, I look at it. All it says is I curse myself, it’s a phony email. I reply back to him anyway.
Okay, so you've got proof of me masturbating at work.
What do you want from me? How can I keep you quiet? How do I know you’ll stop threatening me if I do as you ask? Why not come right out with it then?
Victoria
I begin work, leaving my email open, hoping he’ll email me back soon. I can’t get this off my mind. I can’t think of what he might want from me. I can’t help but be angry; I don’t feel like I've done anything wrong. Sure, masturbation at work isn't smiled upon, but is that bad? I don’t think it is. I’m not so sure my bosses will think so though. I’m stuck, and this little fucker knows it.
Two hours later I finally hear a ping, announcing I have an email. I open it and sure enough it’s from him.
Sweet Victoria, there is so much you can do for me. You have my word I’ll give you all the photos and videos of you, and trust me I have many. I've been keeping an eye on you since the first time I saw you do this. I've got about three months worth of photos and videos. That’s about the time you started isn't it?
Now, tell me what is your biggest fantasy? I want to know. Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone.
Secret Admirer
What the hell?!? He wants me to tell him my fantasies? What for? Is this guy bent? I look around to see if anyone is watching me. I can’t believe he’s had his eyes on me for three months. I can’t believe I've been so careless. What he doesn't know, is it’s been five months, so I started off okay. I guess I slacked a bit after awhile. My fingers shake slightly as I reply back.
I’m not sure why my fantasy is needed to get this over with, just tell me what you want!
I hit send, and growl to myself. Within a second he pings me back.
Add this name to Skype, and chat with me. You naughty little slut. I’ll tell you there.
He attaches the name, and I raise a brow. It doesn't ring a bell, another phony name I’m sure. I don’t know why, but I sign on and add him. He approves right off.
Mystery man: Now that’s a good girl, I like when you listen to me.
Me: What can I do to get you to stop all this? And I’m not a good girl, I’m annoyed.
Mystery man: Why annoyed? Isn't this fun? You are a good girl, and will even be better when I’m done with you.
Me: What does that even mean? What do you want?
Mystery man: I want you to tell me your fantasy, like I asked already.
Me: Fine! I’ll tell you. I want to be fucked on Mr. Reed’s desk. The idea of being fucked in his office turns me on. It has since the day he interviewed me for the job.
Mystery man: I can help you with that, you know? I’d gladly assist you in every need. Let me bring your fantasy to life.
Me: No way! I don’t even know who this is. You can go to hell.
Mystery man: That’s fine. I’ll just share the photos and videos with Mr. Reeds and the others by tomorrow.
Me: No, no, no! Please don’t, you can’t. I’ll lose my job. Please I’ll do anything!
Mystery man: All I want is to help make your fantasy come true, Victoria. Just say yes.
Me: I – I just can’t. I don’t know how this is fair.
Mystery man: I never said it would be fair. I do promise it’ll be worth it. Just say yes.
I lean back in my chair, and I want to cry. How could I be so stupid? I let myself get wrapped up in masturbating at work, to allow myself to get caught like this. I’m stuck. I can either let him fuck me, or have him rat me out for doing what I have done. I hang my head in shame.
Mystery man: So, what shall it be, Victoria?
I stare at the screen for the longest time. I re-read the last comment until it’s embedded into my brain. What shall it be, stupid girl? Yes, Vicky, you’re stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I sit up, and let my fingers linger over the keys.
Me: When?
Mystery man: Awe that’s my good girl. Tonight works for me, you free?
Me: Do I even have a choice?
Mystery man: No, not so much. Stay late, keep yourself busy. You do well with that, don’t you? I’ll leave you a little gift in a short bit.
He signs off before I have a chance to say anything back. I try my hardest to keep focused on work, but all I want to do is run home and hide. At lunch time I go out with one of my co-workers. She is so full of energy, going on about her upcoming wedding. She doesn't even notice how quiet I am, but I don’t mind. I sure don’t know how to explain what’s wrong with me.
When I get back to the office there is a small box on my desk. I open it, and there is a blindfold. It’s feels nice against my fingers. I see the note under it and read it.
You won’t regret this Victoria. I’ll make this wild fantasy come true. I just want you to put this blindfold on when you get into John’s (Mr. Reeds) office. I’m not ready to reveal who I am just yet. I want you stripped naked, and only wearing this blindfold.
See you at 6:30
Be a good girl.
I can’t help but feel the excitement grow, because the idea is hot, even if this is twisted. How can I be so slutty? I don’t like the idea of not being able to see him. How do I know if I want him? How do I know he isn't some old perv? Or maybe he’s some young kid. I know all the people working here and we all range in age. I know there is no getting out of this, no matter how badly I want too.
The rest of the day passes by rather quickly, and my nerves are on high alert. I keep looking at everyone with wonderment. Who could it be?! I’m so clueless, and no one gives a sign to even let me question it might be them.
No one is left when the clock hits 5:30; I’m the only one left. I think… I go to the restroom and freshen up. I fix my hair a bit, and leave the restroom. I walk mindlessly through the office, no one is around. Is this some kind of joke? Who is it, if no one is even here? What if he’s setting me up further. Not that I can think of anything else he could have on me.
I know I can’t get out of this though, I can’t just leave. I grab the blindfold, and head to John’s office. I enter and no one is in there. It’s a rather big office for such a small little building, but I’m sure he likes it that way. It’s very neat. The wall farthest from the door is a window, taking up the whole wall. The desk is the biggest thing in the room. It’s cherry red mahogany, with a laptop, lamp and a few photos on it. The big black leather chair is clearly plush, it looks comfortable. The two chairs that sit in front of it are rather comfortable, but nothing like the leather chair. The wall behind the desk, is full of books. It’s mainly law books, and a few others.
Mr. Reeds has a few plants here, and a few odds and ends. The office has nothing real personal here, though I think he doesn't have much of a life outside of work. He isn't married, nor does he have kids. He’s in his early thirties, and all he does is work. I take a peek outside the door and see no one. I begin to undress, feeling myself wanting to run for the hills. Pull it together Victoria, this can’t be so bad. Can it?
I undress, folding my clothes, and place them on a file cabinet. I slip the blindfold on, catching the time. Its 6:25 and he should be here any moment. My breathing is heavy, and I feel so nervous. Why am I doing this? Who cares if I get fired? Because you like this job, stupid. I hear the door rattle lightly, turning. I tense and hold my breath as he enters.
“You’re such a beautiful sight to see, Victoria. You’re so much more than I thought. You’re a good girl.”
“Can I take off the blindfold? Please.”
“No, you can’t. Not yet.”
“Now you said your fantasy was to be fucked on the desk of Mr. Reed’s office desk. I want to help with that. Let me help you up.”
He takes me by the arm, leading me to the desk. His touch is soft, he smells good. It smells faintly familiar, but I can’t place it. He helps me lie on my back. My knees are brought up, my feet flat on the desk.
“Don’t mind these; I just want to tie my own fantasy into this also.”
He says in a low husky voice, and before I can question him I feel the cold touch of a cuff around my right ankle. I hear the click as he locks it in place, and does it again to my other ankle. I hear him circle around the desk, and taking my wrists he stretches them over my head. He pulls me so I’m center with the desk; my head hangs lightly over the end, while my ass hangs on the edge of the other side.
“What a beautiful sight. You locked in place, and ready to be taken.” I feel his fingers trace over my body, I can’t help but squirm slightly.
“Why can’t I see you?”
“Because that is part of my fantasy, and this isn't just about you.”
I listen to him start to undress. When he is finished undressing, he sits on Mr. Reed’s chair, pulling closer to me. I can feel him close to me; he spreads my legs a little wider. His tongue glides over my inner thigh and in no time he is finding my pussy. He laps at it like a hungry dog, taking what he wants. I can’t help but want it; he is after all giving me what I want. I feel so dirty, but want more. Mystery man’s tongue darts over my clit, his fingers move to tease my tight entrance. I squirm under him, unable to get very far. I hold back from moaning, but I want too. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
He doesn't give in; he keeps at me, pleasing me. It’s then I hear the door open, and I want to scream. I’m scared it’s Mr. Reeds coming in late to work. Mystery man speaks.
“It’s about time; I've been waiting for you. I thought you chickened out.”
The other person doesn't say anything, but Mystery man laughs. I hear noise, but can’t tell what is happening. Mystery man goes back to eating my pussy. I’m so confused, and utterly turned on. His tongue works in ways I've never felt before. I keep getting close to orgasm, and he stops, making my orgasm come to a halt. I whimper out, feeling as though I may never orgasm. The other person strokes my hair, running his other hand over my breast, teasing me.
Mystery man stops, and speaks. “I want you to be a good girl for me, Vicky and open your mouth. You’ll please my friend too.”
“What?!? That isn't what we agreed too!”
“Do I look like I care?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see you.” I growl at him.
He smacks my pussy, his middle finger hitting my clit perfectly. I cry out, my body shudders.
“Watch it, Victoria. I’ll make sure you don’t come once. Now do as I said.”
“Okay, okay!”
I listen to the other man free himself of his clothes, and steps up to me. His hard cock brushes against my lips. I open quickly, and he shoves his cock into my mouth balls deep. I gag hard, and he begins to fuck my throat hard. He groans out, and keeps fucking me.
“That’s a good girl, Victoria. You’re such a good little slut.”
Mystery man number one stands up and pulls me a little closer to him. He runs his thick cock head against my clit, soaking himself. My mouths full of Mystery man number two’s member. He still doesn't talk, but he fucks me hard, groaning each time he makes me gag. I've never sucked a cock with my head hanging upside down, but it is hot. I just wish I could see!
Mystery man number one spreads my legs wider, making my knees touch the desk. I feel his head push against my entrance. I feel my pussy resist, the tightness preparing for his cock. He fills me with one hard motion, driving deep inside me. He hits the hilt, and pulls out, before doing it again. They both begin the motion riding me perfectly, as they thrust with one another. I can feel each of them filling me at the same time, taking me hard. I’m given no mercy, being fucked like a toy.
My moans begin, as I feel the pleasure take me. Mystery man number one plays with my clit, it feels magical. Mystery man two tweaks and pinches my nipples, pulling on them hard. They might be fucking me senseless, but it feels damn good! The overwhelming need to orgasm takes me. I feel the frenzy explosion of exquisite sensation erupt. I moan through each thrust of Mystery man number two’s cock. This spurs them both on to go hard, and faster. I’m grateful for it.
My whirlwind of orgasm comes to a slow ending, they keep moving in and out of me. I let the idea of what we’re doing turn me on even more, though I’m not sure how it’s even possible. I’m finally being fucked in Mr. Reed’s office!
“How about we change it up a little, my little slut?”
Mystery man number one asks me, as he slowly pulls his cock from my throbbing pussy. He takes off the cuffs to my ankles that hold me in place. Mystery man number two does the same to my wrists. I can’t help but rub my wrists a little, they were starting to hurt. Before I could ask what he has in mind Mystery man number two pulls me off the desk. I stand, a bit wobbly but manage.
I feel one behind me, the other in front of me. I realize Mystery man number one is in front of me, and in one swift movement he picks me up. “Put your legs around my waist, my naughty girl.” I do as he tells me too, and cross my ankles behind him. He reaches down and adjusts his cock, and sinks himself inside me. Mystery man two steps up behind me, as the first lets me lean against the other.
I’m pinned between them; my pussy filled with one cock, as Mystery man number two places his cock at my puckered un-used hole. I let out a gasp, knowing I haven’t been fucked anally in so long. Mystery man number one lowers himself and allows my body to drop a bit. This gives Mystery man two better accesses to me. He moves to push himself inside my tight ass. I wrap my arms around Mystery man one, and let out a whimpering moan.
“You can do it, sweet girl. Let us please our little slut. Just relax.”
Mystery man one whispers in my ear, as he distracts me from the tension. Mystery man two thrusts in, and I cry out a loud moan of pain. They don’t hold back, and both begin to buck up inside me. Their movements are in sync with each other, fucking me again with no mercy. My moans begin instantly, followed by both their groans. I feel myself being lifted and dropped, again and again with their cocks filling me completely.
Every ounce of my body is being pleased, and touched. They grope, touch, fondle, and fuck me with everything they have. It almost feels as though the only thing they want in life is to please me. The darkness of the blindfold allows me to lose myself in this all the more. I’m almost grateful they had me use it. The force I feel that thrust into me becomes more eager, hungry for what I can offer them.
I reach down and dance my fingers over my taut clit. It’s hard and tender. I give myself a little oomph, and let go. A scream in ecstasy leaves my lips, seized by a rush of sensation so intense I feel the rhythmic convulsions of both of them erupt inside me. I orgasm along with them, our bodies reach their peeks at once. Both of them are filling me with their hot sticky seed. My ass and my pussy both so full of everything they have offered me. I feel my pussy and ass pulse around them, milking them dry.
Mystery man number one begins to nurse on my nipple, moaning lightly as he bucks gently still inside me. The other one holds me up, kissing on my neck, showering me with light touches. I feel them both grow softer inside me, neither stopping. They give me endless attention. Eventually they let me stand, and I blush feeling suddenly shy. Now what? I think to myself.
“You’re such a good girl, Victoria. We’re proud of you. Was it all that you wanted?”
“It was, and even more. I never thought of being fucked by two men. Can I see who you are now?”
“I don’t see why not.”
I’m hesitant about taking off my blindfold. Do I really want to know? I debate it in my head for a moment. I decide to go ahead and look, what can it hurt? I remove my blindfold and see both Mr. Reeds and his Assistant standing there with the cockiest smiles on their faces.
“WH-What - Ho-How did you find out?”
I realize it was Mr. Reeds, who hasn't spoken, because I would have recognized his voice. But his assistant is new, and I don’t know him well. He spends most of his time out of the office, or so I thought doing things for the trial.
“I saw you a couple of months ago, so I started paying extra attention. The first time was at your desk. I had to ask you something but you were busy so I walked away. It happened a few times, before I got the idea of taking photos. I knew it would come in handy eventually. I got to talking to Mr. Reeds about the girls in the office, and he admitted he had a thing for you. I wanted to help him get into your panties. Since you seemed to like being your own office slut, I thought you’d go along with it. I couldn't help but want you after awhile of course. So, we all got what we wanted.”
“Indeed we did. Though not a big fan of being tricked, I thought his idea was brilliant.” Mr. Reeds says, with another cocky smile.
It’s then I see the video camera. I almost faint. Why is that there?! It wasn't when I came in.
“Oh don’t worry, Victoria. That’s for my own use. You want a copy?” Mr. Reeds teases me, before I can even ask him what it’s for.
I take a step back, and realize what I have done. I did in fact get what I wanted. It might not have gone down how I thought it would. But, I did get what I wanted, didn't I? I smile at him, and his assistant, and nod.
“Of course I want a copy. I also want my photos and other videos. Those are mine. They were promised to me.”
“A promise is a promise.”
Mr. Reed’s assistant hands me a box. I open it, and see endless photos, and videos of me masturbating. I blush, embarrassed knowing I never knew he was watching. I get dressed, and head out.
“Make sure I get a copy by tomorrow boys.”
The next morning there sits a DVD disk, and a note. I open the note,
You’ll always be our good girl, Victoria.
Thanks for the good time.
At the end of the day I go home happy. We had won the case, and everyone was in a good mood. I had other things on my mind though. I bought the best wine I could, popped in the DVD and masturbated to me being fucked like a good little slut by the men I work with.
My orgasms are endless…..
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It has been a long week, and it’s still just Thursday, I’m so ready for Friday to come, so I can get out. I want to find myself a man, and get laid. It’s been so long! I want him to pin my arms above my head, kiss me passionately, and own me for as long as it lasts. This is what I think of at the end of my work day, in the storage room with my fingers in my panties. I want to be fucked stupid, and have my mind blown.
I’m so wrapped up in my own world I don’t hear, or see anything. Nor do I care, at least not in that moment. I feel what I've been seeking, my incredible climax erupts hard. I let out a stifling moan, enjoying the wash of passion run through me like hot coal. My fingers are dancing over my clit a little faster, prolonging my orgasm, wanting it to last. Slowly my body reconnects with the world, coming down from my orgasmic high.
I slump in the chair a little more, catching my breath. I feel so naughty when I masturbate at work. It’s an extra risk. It’s one I've taken many times in the past. I keep exploring different places in the office to do it. My end goal is to do it right in the boss’s office. How great would that be?
I fix myself, making sure I don’t look like I've just been naughty and head to finish photo copying paperwork. I have another forty or so minutes left of this very long day. I’m so ready for it. My job isn't overly hard, but it can be long days. Once I finish the photo copying I put the papers on the boss’s desk, envying it. Oh how much I want to be sprawled out on it, being fucked hard until I come.
Back at my desk I gather what I need to leave when I notice an envelope; I pick it up and read it.
You've been a naughty girl, haven’t you Victoria?
I know what you've been doing and I think it’s time you share some of what you do. Or maybe I will have to share with everyone else, what do you think?
Under the note is a photo of me in the supply room, with my skirt up, and my hand down inside my panties. What the hell?! Who? What? When? I remember I masturbated in the supply room three days ago, but who could have seen me?
I look around the office, and of course no one is around. I stuff the note and photo in my purse, and leave. The whole way home I tremble with fear. Is someone really going to rat me out? What do they want with me? How do they mean share?
It’s all I can think of for the rest of the night, and let’s say there wasn't much sleep. When my alarm blares at me to get up, I want to punch it. I roll out of bed, and get ready for work. The last thing I want to do is go in today, but we are in the middle of a case and I’m needed. I try and put the note out of my mind and get on with my day.
I stop by a local coffee shop and get treats for everyone before heading into work. It’s an overly hot summer day. It’s not even eight am and already eighty two degrees. While waiting in line at the coffee shop I can’t help but think of my weekend plans. Even with what happened last night I still want to find a man, and have fun. I find myself looking at every good looking man out there, like a piece of meat.
I feel the excitement build between my thighs, deep in my core. I feel like such a slut, standing in line, thinking like this. The thought of this just urges me on. I want to grab the coffee boy taking the orders and fuck him on the counter as everyone watches. I grin, stepping up and giving him my order. He can’t be any older than twenty, but I don’t care, I’d fuck him. He takes my order, and when he returns I tip him a twenty with a wink. He looks shocked as I walk away.
I make it to work on time, walking in chipper, and having totally forgotten about last night. I set up the coffee and treats in the break room, and chat with the others about the case. I said before this is a small law office. We only have three lawyers, and a couple administrative people. Once I’m done with my morning gossip about the case I head to my desk, and there sits another note. I look around but I don’t see anyone. Who is doing this?
I pick the note up, as my hands tremble.
Don’t think I've forgotten what I said last night, Victoria.
Have you put thought into how you’ll keep me quiet, or shall I share this with everyone in the office? You dirty little freak.
Under it is another photo, this one from a week or so ago. I can tell by the outfit I’m wearing. I’m not sure how this person expects me to keep him quiet. I don’t even know who it is. I stuff the note and photo in my purse, and forget about it. I have too much on my plate to worry about someone who is making stupid threats.
The day drags on as usual, but it's a busy one. I don’t have much time to think, let alone think of anything but work. The case took a turn for the worse this morning, when Mr. Reeds who’s working the case comes in he explains. We’re all standing around listening to him explain what happened. However my mind isn't on him now, it’s on who could be sending the notes. We’re all standing here, everyone who works in the office. I can’t figure out who it could even be.
We drift apart after Mr. Reeds gives us the cue to get back to work. It seems everyone needs to leave the office for this or that but me. I’m left to work on today’s notes and organize them, and get what’s needed for Monday ready. It’s pushing almost four in the afternoon, and I have about two hours left of work. My mind loses itself in the weekend plans again, wondering where I’ll go to find that piece of man meat. Of course my mind thinks back to the coffee boy, and having him fuck me in front of everyone.
I undo my top button of my jeans, sliding my hand down between my thighs, as I brush my fingers lightly over my mound, slipping down a little further. I let my mind envision coffee boy having his way with me. He yanks me up on the counter, ripping my shirt and bra open like a cave man might do. Taking my nipple into his mouth, the other customers and employees of the coffee shop watching in shock and awe. My nails are clawing at his shirt, removing it as quickly as I can.
His fingers moving swiftly to remove my jeans, pulling on them so I’m free of the imprisonment of them. His mouth never leaving my breasts, he sucks on them hard, biting every so often. My moans are all you can hear, with the occasional cat call from someone who’s watching us. He frees himself from his jeans, his cock solid and ready for me. Coffee boy convinces two others to take my legs, spreading them as wide as they can go, and they do! He smirks a cocky smirk down at me before he begins to plow inside me. He gives me no mercy, fucking me like a true slut.
The two who have taken my legs join in for the sake of being so close, fondling my breasts. They’re just as rough with me as coffee boy is. I feel them spread my legs wider, allowing him to fuck me harder. The depths he reaches hurts, but feels so good. I’m being stretched to new limits, my body is screaming with excitement. It’s all it takes for me to begin to climax. I come so hard, I feel my panties soak. My eyes flicker open, and remember I’m still here in the office. I suck lightly on my wet fingers, enjoying the taste of my sweet nectar.
I do up my jeans, and finish my work so I can go home. I notice I have been masturbating for over thirty minutes and blush. I really need to get fucked! I make good time, and finish my paperwork. I don’t even think of the notes and photos, and don’t care at this rate. I hurry home, so I can go out with my girlfriends tonight and have fun.
*
The weekend goes by way too quickly. I had almost found a man, but the guy was too wasted to even get hard. Though he tried, and he did manage to give me an orgasm. He has a wicked tongue, so at least he did something right. I still don’t feel satisfied with my hungry need for a cock though. I walk into the office, and everyone is on high alert for the court hearing at ten. We all rush in doing our part so Mr. Reeds can finally win the case.
When it settles down and he heads out, I sit down at my desk. I decide to check my e-mail. Of course most of it is spam, and nothing useful. One email catches my eye though. The subject says ‘Naughty Girl Victoria’ and I can see it has an attachment. I click it open, and read the message.
You are a very bold, daring girl, in the office at your desk? Tisk Tisk Victoria. I did enjoy myself watching you. You didn't see me though, did you? What could you have been thinking about to get so lost in thought, not even noticing me. You came so hard; I thought you were really being fucked. Don’t worry though, you can help with my problem soon enough. If you know what is good for you.
Oh, I also sent a little incentive, to help encourage you to do the right thing.
I click the attachment and watch. I’m stunned, my jaw drops. I see myself masturbating, full on close up shot of me. You can clearly see I’m being naughty, at work. I tremble and feel a bit sick but also turned on watching myself on the video. I stir lightly in my chair. I realize it’s an email it has to have a name of the sender, I look at it. All it says is I curse myself, it’s a phony email. I reply back to him anyway.
Okay, so you've got proof of me masturbating at work.
What do you want from me? How can I keep you quiet? How do I know you’ll stop threatening me if I do as you ask? Why not come right out with it then?
Victoria
I begin work, leaving my email open, hoping he’ll email me back soon. I can’t get this off my mind. I can’t think of what he might want from me. I can’t help but be angry; I don’t feel like I've done anything wrong. Sure, masturbation at work isn't smiled upon, but is that bad? I don’t think it is. I’m not so sure my bosses will think so though. I’m stuck, and this little fucker knows it.
Two hours later I finally hear a ping, announcing I have an email. I open it and sure enough it’s from him.
Sweet Victoria, there is so much you can do for me. You have my word I’ll give you all the photos and videos of you, and trust me I have many. I've been keeping an eye on you since the first time I saw you do this. I've got about three months worth of photos and videos. That’s about the time you started isn't it?
Now, tell me what is your biggest fantasy? I want to know. Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone.
Secret Admirer
What the hell?!? He wants me to tell him my fantasies? What for? Is this guy bent? I look around to see if anyone is watching me. I can’t believe he’s had his eyes on me for three months. I can’t believe I've been so careless. What he doesn't know, is it’s been five months, so I started off okay. I guess I slacked a bit after awhile. My fingers shake slightly as I reply back.
I’m not sure why my fantasy is needed to get this over with, just tell me what you want!
I hit send, and growl to myself. Within a second he pings me back.
Add this name to Skype, and chat with me. You naughty little slut. I’ll tell you there.
He attaches the name, and I raise a brow. It doesn't ring a bell, another phony name I’m sure. I don’t know why, but I sign on and add him. He approves right off.
Mystery man: Now that’s a good girl, I like when you listen to me.
Me: What can I do to get you to stop all this? And I’m not a good girl, I’m annoyed.
Mystery man: Why annoyed? Isn't this fun? You are a good girl, and will even be better when I’m done with you.
Me: What does that even mean? What do you want?
Mystery man: I want you to tell me your fantasy, like I asked already.
Me: Fine! I’ll tell you. I want to be fucked on Mr. Reed’s desk. The idea of being fucked in his office turns me on. It has since the day he interviewed me for the job.
Mystery man: I can help you with that, you know? I’d gladly assist you in every need. Let me bring your fantasy to life.
Me: No way! I don’t even know who this is. You can go to hell.
Mystery man: That’s fine. I’ll just share the photos and videos with Mr. Reeds and the others by tomorrow.
Me: No, no, no! Please don’t, you can’t. I’ll lose my job. Please I’ll do anything!
Mystery man: All I want is to help make your fantasy come true, Victoria. Just say yes.
Me: I – I just can’t. I don’t know how this is fair.
Mystery man: I never said it would be fair. I do promise it’ll be worth it. Just say yes.
I lean back in my chair, and I want to cry. How could I be so stupid? I let myself get wrapped up in masturbating at work, to allow myself to get caught like this. I’m stuck. I can either let him fuck me, or have him rat me out for doing what I have done. I hang my head in shame.
Mystery man: So, what shall it be, Victoria?
I stare at the screen for the longest time. I re-read the last comment until it’s embedded into my brain. What shall it be, stupid girl? Yes, Vicky, you’re stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I sit up, and let my fingers linger over the keys.
Me: When?
Mystery man: Awe that’s my good girl. Tonight works for me, you free?
Me: Do I even have a choice?
Mystery man: No, not so much. Stay late, keep yourself busy. You do well with that, don’t you? I’ll leave you a little gift in a short bit.
He signs off before I have a chance to say anything back. I try my hardest to keep focused on work, but all I want to do is run home and hide. At lunch time I go out with one of my co-workers. She is so full of energy, going on about her upcoming wedding. She doesn't even notice how quiet I am, but I don’t mind. I sure don’t know how to explain what’s wrong with me.
When I get back to the office there is a small box on my desk. I open it, and there is a blindfold. It’s feels nice against my fingers. I see the note under it and read it.
You won’t regret this Victoria. I’ll make this wild fantasy come true. I just want you to put this blindfold on when you get into John’s (Mr. Reeds) office. I’m not ready to reveal who I am just yet. I want you stripped naked, and only wearing this blindfold.
See you at 6:30
Be a good girl.
I can’t help but feel the excitement grow, because the idea is hot, even if this is twisted. How can I be so slutty? I don’t like the idea of not being able to see him. How do I know if I want him? How do I know he isn't some old perv? Or maybe he’s some young kid. I know all the people working here and we all range in age. I know there is no getting out of this, no matter how badly I want too.
The rest of the day passes by rather quickly, and my nerves are on high alert. I keep looking at everyone with wonderment. Who could it be?! I’m so clueless, and no one gives a sign to even let me question it might be them.
No one is left when the clock hits 5:30; I’m the only one left. I think… I go to the restroom and freshen up. I fix my hair a bit, and leave the restroom. I walk mindlessly through the office, no one is around. Is this some kind of joke? Who is it, if no one is even here? What if he’s setting me up further. Not that I can think of anything else he could have on me.
I know I can’t get out of this though, I can’t just leave. I grab the blindfold, and head to John’s office. I enter and no one is in there. It’s a rather big office for such a small little building, but I’m sure he likes it that way. It’s very neat. The wall farthest from the door is a window, taking up the whole wall. The desk is the biggest thing in the room. It’s cherry red mahogany, with a laptop, lamp and a few photos on it. The big black leather chair is clearly plush, it looks comfortable. The two chairs that sit in front of it are rather comfortable, but nothing like the leather chair. The wall behind the desk, is full of books. It’s mainly law books, and a few others.
Mr. Reeds has a few plants here, and a few odds and ends. The office has nothing real personal here, though I think he doesn't have much of a life outside of work. He isn't married, nor does he have kids. He’s in his early thirties, and all he does is work. I take a peek outside the door and see no one. I begin to undress, feeling myself wanting to run for the hills. Pull it together Victoria, this can’t be so bad. Can it?
I undress, folding my clothes, and place them on a file cabinet. I slip the blindfold on, catching the time. Its 6:25 and he should be here any moment. My breathing is heavy, and I feel so nervous. Why am I doing this? Who cares if I get fired? Because you like this job, stupid. I hear the door rattle lightly, turning. I tense and hold my breath as he enters.
“You’re such a beautiful sight to see, Victoria. You’re so much more than I thought. You’re a good girl.”
“Can I take off the blindfold? Please.”
“No, you can’t. Not yet.”
“Now you said your fantasy was to be fucked on the desk of Mr. Reed’s office desk. I want to help with that. Let me help you up.”
He takes me by the arm, leading me to the desk. His touch is soft, he smells good. It smells faintly familiar, but I can’t place it. He helps me lie on my back. My knees are brought up, my feet flat on the desk.
“Don’t mind these; I just want to tie my own fantasy into this also.”
He says in a low husky voice, and before I can question him I feel the cold touch of a cuff around my right ankle. I hear the click as he locks it in place, and does it again to my other ankle. I hear him circle around the desk, and taking my wrists he stretches them over my head. He pulls me so I’m center with the desk; my head hangs lightly over the end, while my ass hangs on the edge of the other side.
“What a beautiful sight. You locked in place, and ready to be taken.” I feel his fingers trace over my body, I can’t help but squirm slightly.
“Why can’t I see you?”
“Because that is part of my fantasy, and this isn't just about you.”
I listen to him start to undress. When he is finished undressing, he sits on Mr. Reed’s chair, pulling closer to me. I can feel him close to me; he spreads my legs a little wider. His tongue glides over my inner thigh and in no time he is finding my pussy. He laps at it like a hungry dog, taking what he wants. I can’t help but want it; he is after all giving me what I want. I feel so dirty, but want more. Mystery man’s tongue darts over my clit, his fingers move to tease my tight entrance. I squirm under him, unable to get very far. I hold back from moaning, but I want too. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
He doesn't give in; he keeps at me, pleasing me. It’s then I hear the door open, and I want to scream. I’m scared it’s Mr. Reeds coming in late to work. Mystery man speaks.
“It’s about time; I've been waiting for you. I thought you chickened out.”
The other person doesn't say anything, but Mystery man laughs. I hear noise, but can’t tell what is happening. Mystery man goes back to eating my pussy. I’m so confused, and utterly turned on. His tongue works in ways I've never felt before. I keep getting close to orgasm, and he stops, making my orgasm come to a halt. I whimper out, feeling as though I may never orgasm. The other person strokes my hair, running his other hand over my breast, teasing me.
Mystery man stops, and speaks. “I want you to be a good girl for me, Vicky and open your mouth. You’ll please my friend too.”
“What?!? That isn't what we agreed too!”
“Do I look like I care?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see you.” I growl at him.
He smacks my pussy, his middle finger hitting my clit perfectly. I cry out, my body shudders.
“Watch it, Victoria. I’ll make sure you don’t come once. Now do as I said.”
“Okay, okay!”
I listen to the other man free himself of his clothes, and steps up to me. His hard cock brushes against my lips. I open quickly, and he shoves his cock into my mouth balls deep. I gag hard, and he begins to fuck my throat hard. He groans out, and keeps fucking me.
“That’s a good girl, Victoria. You’re such a good little slut.”
Mystery man number one stands up and pulls me a little closer to him. He runs his thick cock head against my clit, soaking himself. My mouths full of Mystery man number two’s member. He still doesn't talk, but he fucks me hard, groaning each time he makes me gag. I've never sucked a cock with my head hanging upside down, but it is hot. I just wish I could see!
Mystery man number one spreads my legs wider, making my knees touch the desk. I feel his head push against my entrance. I feel my pussy resist, the tightness preparing for his cock. He fills me with one hard motion, driving deep inside me. He hits the hilt, and pulls out, before doing it again. They both begin the motion riding me perfectly, as they thrust with one another. I can feel each of them filling me at the same time, taking me hard. I’m given no mercy, being fucked like a toy.
My moans begin, as I feel the pleasure take me. Mystery man number one plays with my clit, it feels magical. Mystery man two tweaks and pinches my nipples, pulling on them hard. They might be fucking me senseless, but it feels damn good! The overwhelming need to orgasm takes me. I feel the frenzy explosion of exquisite sensation erupt. I moan through each thrust of Mystery man number two’s cock. This spurs them both on to go hard, and faster. I’m grateful for it.
My whirlwind of orgasm comes to a slow ending, they keep moving in and out of me. I let the idea of what we’re doing turn me on even more, though I’m not sure how it’s even possible. I’m finally being fucked in Mr. Reed’s office!
“How about we change it up a little, my little slut?”
Mystery man number one asks me, as he slowly pulls his cock from my throbbing pussy. He takes off the cuffs to my ankles that hold me in place. Mystery man number two does the same to my wrists. I can’t help but rub my wrists a little, they were starting to hurt. Before I could ask what he has in mind Mystery man number two pulls me off the desk. I stand, a bit wobbly but manage.
I feel one behind me, the other in front of me. I realize Mystery man number one is in front of me, and in one swift movement he picks me up. “Put your legs around my waist, my naughty girl.” I do as he tells me too, and cross my ankles behind him. He reaches down and adjusts his cock, and sinks himself inside me. Mystery man two steps up behind me, as the first lets me lean against the other.
I’m pinned between them; my pussy filled with one cock, as Mystery man number two places his cock at my puckered un-used hole. I let out a gasp, knowing I haven’t been fucked anally in so long. Mystery man number one lowers himself and allows my body to drop a bit. This gives Mystery man two better accesses to me. He moves to push himself inside my tight ass. I wrap my arms around Mystery man one, and let out a whimpering moan.
“You can do it, sweet girl. Let us please our little slut. Just relax.”
Mystery man one whispers in my ear, as he distracts me from the tension. Mystery man two thrusts in, and I cry out a loud moan of pain. They don’t hold back, and both begin to buck up inside me. Their movements are in sync with each other, fucking me again with no mercy. My moans begin instantly, followed by both their groans. I feel myself being lifted and dropped, again and again with their cocks filling me completely.
Every ounce of my body is being pleased, and touched. They grope, touch, fondle, and fuck me with everything they have. It almost feels as though the only thing they want in life is to please me. The darkness of the blindfold allows me to lose myself in this all the more. I’m almost grateful they had me use it. The force I feel that thrust into me becomes more eager, hungry for what I can offer them.
I reach down and dance my fingers over my taut clit. It’s hard and tender. I give myself a little oomph, and let go. A scream in ecstasy leaves my lips, seized by a rush of sensation so intense I feel the rhythmic convulsions of both of them erupt inside me. I orgasm along with them, our bodies reach their peeks at once. Both of them are filling me with their hot sticky seed. My ass and my pussy both so full of everything they have offered me. I feel my pussy and ass pulse around them, milking them dry.
Mystery man number one begins to nurse on my nipple, moaning lightly as he bucks gently still inside me. The other one holds me up, kissing on my neck, showering me with light touches. I feel them both grow softer inside me, neither stopping. They give me endless attention. Eventually they let me stand, and I blush feeling suddenly shy. Now what? I think to myself.
“You’re such a good girl, Victoria. We’re proud of you. Was it all that you wanted?”
“It was, and even more. I never thought of being fucked by two men. Can I see who you are now?”
“I don’t see why not.”
I’m hesitant about taking off my blindfold. Do I really want to know? I debate it in my head for a moment. I decide to go ahead and look, what can it hurt? I remove my blindfold and see both Mr. Reeds and his Assistant standing there with the cockiest smiles on their faces.
“WH-What - Ho-How did you find out?”
I realize it was Mr. Reeds, who hasn't spoken, because I would have recognized his voice. But his assistant is new, and I don’t know him well. He spends most of his time out of the office, or so I thought doing things for the trial.
“I saw you a couple of months ago, so I started paying extra attention. The first time was at your desk. I had to ask you something but you were busy so I walked away. It happened a few times, before I got the idea of taking photos. I knew it would come in handy eventually. I got to talking to Mr. Reeds about the girls in the office, and he admitted he had a thing for you. I wanted to help him get into your panties. Since you seemed to like being your own office slut, I thought you’d go along with it. I couldn't help but want you after awhile of course. So, we all got what we wanted.”
“Indeed we did. Though not a big fan of being tricked, I thought his idea was brilliant.” Mr. Reeds says, with another cocky smile.
It’s then I see the video camera. I almost faint. Why is that there?! It wasn't when I came in.
“Oh don’t worry, Victoria. That’s for my own use. You want a copy?” Mr. Reeds teases me, before I can even ask him what it’s for.
I take a step back, and realize what I have done. I did in fact get what I wanted. It might not have gone down how I thought it would. But, I did get what I wanted, didn't I? I smile at him, and his assistant, and nod.
“Of course I want a copy. I also want my photos and other videos. Those are mine. They were promised to me.”
“A promise is a promise.”
Mr. Reed’s assistant hands me a box. I open it, and see endless photos, and videos of me masturbating. I blush, embarrassed knowing I never knew he was watching. I get dressed, and head out.
“Make sure I get a copy by tomorrow boys.”
The next morning there sits a DVD disk, and a note. I open the note,
You’ll always be our good girl, Victoria.
Thanks for the good time.
At the end of the day I go home happy. We had won the case, and everyone was in a good mood. I had other things on my mind though. I bought the best wine I could, popped in the DVD and masturbated to me being fucked like a good little slut by the men I work with.
My orgasms are endless…..
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Maddy
- 28.03.2020
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