From Office Worker to Dominated Slut
- 3 years ago
- 11
- 0
From Office Worker To Dominated Slut 6 free porn video
Chapter 6
Tina walked to his desk in the main office and picked up both his
rucksack and his sports bag and made for the ladies toilets once again.
When he got in there he switched the lights on, dropped the bags at his
feet near the washbasins and stood for a moment head down hands on the
edge of the sink, leaning against it, trying to collect his thoughts and
get back some strength. He was shattered from being on an emotional
rollercoaster for the past two hours in Eveline's office and from the
strength of his orgasm at the end. Part of him just wanted to collapse
into bed and fall asleep, but he was still horny too.
He realized he was deliberately avoiding looking at himself in the row of
mirrors above the sinks, and forced himself to look up. A quick glance
showed him his face still fully made up and he looked quickly away again
feeling foolish. Then curiosity got the better of him and he looked at
himself properly for a long time, something he usually didn't do. He did
look quite good he thought, it would be a better image if his lips were
more feminine in shape, but he still looked better than many real women
out there that he saw day to day. He hated it when women didn't bother to
care of themselves, especially the ones that could look fantastic if they
tried. It was one of the things that bothered him about his girlfriend.
She seemed to spend most of her time in jeans and fleeces or chunky
jumpers and hiking boots as if she was about to go on a camping trip, and
insisted on keeping her gorgeous hair back in a severe ponytail that did
nothing for her face.
Glancing at the clock on the wall he came to with a jolt. Time to get
moving, he thought, better wash the make-up off first. Looking down the
row to the paper towel dispenser he saw that a small bottle of eye-make
remover and another of cleansing lotion had appeared, along with a packet
of cotton wool balls. Eveline certainly knew what she wanted and came
prepared he thought, smiling to himself. That must have been where she
briefly disappeared to afterwards he realized, and started to clean
himself up.
Ten minutes later he was back to being Gerry with no sign that anything
untoward had occurred. Putting on his leather jacket, he found his car
keys and picked up both bags. As he came out the door he saw through the
open door to the main office that Eveline was still in her office, head
bent over some papers on the desk, lit only by the small green glass and
brass legal desk-lamp. Should he go in and say goodnight? He hesitated
unsure what to do, but decided not to. She looked like she was back in
her business world, and he wasn't sure what to say actually. Just
goodnight seemed too cold. He walked past head down again and made for
the lifts down the corridor.
Eveline waited until she heard the binging noise of the lift arriving and
its doors opening and then closing again before she looked up. She had
seen him hesitate at the door out of the corner of her eye, and had been
glad he hadn't come back in. She would have felt a little weird adjusting
to talking to Gerry again so soon after Tina. She hoped that he didn't
regret any of it, and that things would be okay between them in work
tomorrow morning. The last thing she wanted was any uneasiness or
unpleasantness, plus she was a bit worried that after sleeping on it, he
might decide the whole thing should be left as a one off episode. She
really hoped not, she'd had a good time even though she hadn't been
involved much from a physical point of view, and she was already looking
forward to the next time. There were lots of things she wanted to try she
thought, grinning wickedly into the dark. She'd give it another ten
minutes or so before she went to her own car in case he was still in the
garage, and then that was it for tonight, she was going home.
Gerry drove home with his usual recklessness and arrogance and pulled to
a halt in front of the flats where he and his girlfriend lived about 20
minutes later, at a quarter to nine. There had been little traffic about
at this time and he was grateful he hadn't to concentrate too hard on the
road. Grabbing his stuff he slammed the car door and switched on the
alarm and ran up the steps to the flats. He pulled out the door key and
letting himself into their flat shouted "Anybody home?" "In here" came
the reply from the kitchen from which wisps of steam were emanating. He
went in and flung his bags in the corner before grabbing his girlfriend
from behind and giving her a hug and a peck on the cheek, one of his
hands straying to her breasts but being knocked aside almost
unconsciously by her.
"I'm making spaghetti bolognese," she said.
"Oh hon, you didn't have to wait for me, besides I'm really not that
hungry," he added guiltily.
"It's ok I'll just freeze it then," she replied, switching the stove off.
"So how was your day?"
"Busy, in fact I'm pretty tired," and still horny as hell, he added
mentally.
"Maybe we should have an early night," she suggested.
"Sounds good," said Gerry and slipping off clothes as he went, headed for
the main bedroom. When she came in, she demurely undressed and slipped on
a pair of pyjamas with her back to him, before climbing in beside him and
snuggling up.
Gerry tried to interest her in a little activity before they went to
sleep but she merely complained that she was tired too and had meant she
could do with some sleep when she had said an early night. Suddenly angry
and feeling frustrated Gerry threw back the bedclothes and got up,
grabbing a pair of jeans from a nearby chair and putting them on.
"Where are you going?" she asked fretfully.
"Nowhere, just go to sleep. I need a drink before I can settle down is
all." And with that he stomped out of the bedroom and made for living
room.
He grabbed a glass of whisky from the drinks cabinet, downed it in one
and poured another, switching the television on low to a 24hr news
channel and pacing the room. What the hell was the matter with him? That
hadn't been called for. He supposed he felt guilty but honestly if she
was going to be so disinterested in sex all the bloody time how was he
supposed to feel? It was no wonder he had jumped at the chance for some
fun when Eveline had offered it. He did feel guilty he realized but he
also felt rebellious. After all, they weren't an old married couple, and
they (thankfully) didn't have kids that they had to keep quiet for, and
if they weren't at the age when sex should be on the menu then when would
it be?
Once or twice a week with a distinct lack of enthusiasm just wasn't
enough for him. He had had plenty of one night stands earlier on his life
and he knew he was attractive to women, and he had never had any
complaints, and always made sure the woman was satisfied before he was
too. He was sure he wasn't that bad in bed that she could find him
repulsive, she obviously just had a really low sex drive. Occasionally he
had wondered is she might be lesbian and not realize or not want to admit
it, but no. She just seemed to want someone to cuddle and talk to, and
wasn't interested in anything more. How had he ended up here? He didn't
want to hurt her, but he wasn't sure if things hadn't reached the end of
the road. He had been content, but not really happy, and had just been
too lazy to do anything about it perhaps.
Now he came to think about it, he had been looking around for a while and
just hadn't done anything about it. Jayne at the office always got him
hot and he'd been eyeing her up for ages. She had the proverbial "legs up
to the armpits" for a start and looked like a real goer, and in truth he
hadn't looked at Eveline seriously until she made a play for him. He had
followed her round the office with his eyes often enough, appreciating
what he saw, but even though she had a flirty manner he had always
thought of her as one the lads. He hadn't realized she had her eye on
him, it had been rather unexpected but very pleasant to be the one being
pursued for a change. And now that tonight had happened he didn't regret
it one bit, in fact he'd had a great time. He had always fantasized about
a female boss using and abusing him but had never considered the real
life possibilities, having problems with authority as it was anyway and
not wanting to complicate things with possibly emotional women whose
moods could swing in an instant.
Eveline hadn't seemed like that at all. She was very much in control and
knew what she wanted, and now he'd had a taste he wanted some more. His
eyes glazed in memory as they rested on the television screen without
focusing, and he shook his head slightly thinking about the things he and
she had done. She had pictures of him exposed and he didn't seem to care,
in fact he was getting horny again at the thought of her looking through
them now and putting them on the PC for him to see. He could feel himself
getting hard again, really hard. He wondered if he should try again in
the bedroom but thought his girlfriend was probably fast asleep by now.
Unzipping his jeans he started fondling himself in an absent manner,
thinking of how he had spread his legs when she was taking pictures, and
wondering how clear the shots had come out, wondering if she'd managed to
get one of him as he came. What was she planning to do with the pictures?
Perhaps she was going to make him look at them when he was dressed up
next time, while he was playing with himself again, while she was stood
behind him taking more pictures of his reaction at the same time.
Groaning, he started pulling at his cock, moving his hand up and down
more briskly. He wished she was here now telling him to do this, wished
he was lay on the rug instead of sat in this chair, with her standing
over him with her camera.
He imagined her in her skirt and blouse, stood legs apart over his face
so that he could see that she had no knickers on, with her breasts
dangling loosely, unrestrained by a bra, falling into the gap of the now
open blouse that she had worn and discarded earlier. He wondered what she
would taste like if whilst standing there she lowered herself slowly but
firmly onto his face, smothering him briefly so that he couldn't breathe
anything but her scent, before lifting up slightly and commanding him to
lick her, her own juices already making her wet before his tongue got
anywhere near her, all the time watching his hand moving up and down his
huge cock.
He could almost feel her moving backwards and forwards to get his tongue
exactly where she wanted while she pulled at her own nipples, all the
time demanding that he continue to play with himself and refusing to let
him touch her even though he was desperate to, slapping his hands away if
he disobeyed. She would be moaning and breathing heavily until she
collapsed onto him as she finally came after several minutes. Then he
imagined her putting the camera down to one side and leaning forward in
that world famous "69" position, so that her mouth engulfed his penis,
sucking hard and without remorse even as she still sat on his face, now
soaking wet. She would carry on until he came in her mouth, at which
point she would swallow the majority of his seed before turning around
and forcing him to open his mouth and take and swallow the rest, stifling
any complaints he might make at the same time.
Before he knew what was happening, he had climaxed again, all over his
hand and up his bare stomach. He smiled ruefully, content, but wishing
for more at the same time. Wishing that the fantasy hadn't ended. He felt
confident that Eveline wasn't going to have a change of heart over their
little arrangement, she was a woman that knew what she wanted and went
all out to get it. He only hoped he was good enough for her and she
wouldn't get bored. He suddenly decided that guilt or not there was no
way he would willingly relinquish the chance to do the things Eveline had
planned for him, no matter what they were. But right now, he was
shattered. Suddenly he needed sleep. He had to get up and clean himself
off. Again. Staggering, he made for the bathroom to do so, and minutes
later was collapsed in bed, snoring away as though he'd been there all
night.
When Eveline got down to the garage, hers was the only car left. She felt
relieved. She would be ready to face Gerry/Tina tomorrow, but right now
she felt the need to be alone with her thoughts. She drove home and
pulled up in her usual parking space and made for lifts. She could barely
remember the drive home and wouldn't be surprised if someone told her she
had driven through numerous red lights on the way though she hadn't
intended to. She was just so distracted. It had gone really well, she was
still on a high from the whole experience.
Everything had been perfect, from his physical response to his reaction
to the camera. Just everything. She wanted to do it all again. Now. She
couldn't wait. Please, she thought. Please, don't let him lose his nerve
and back out. She was so pleased he hadn't been scared off by the camera.
My God, he had seemed to get even more turned on by it, and that was fine
by her. She wondered how he would react if he could see some of the tapes
she already had of him without his knowledge. She had gotten horny
watching those, because he had been so uninhibited on them, not knowing
he was being filmed, but now she wanted to do them all again with his
knowledge, after seeing how it had gotten him going to be the centre of
attention like that. She had to get a webcam too and get it set up she
realized, she wanted him to perform before an audience.
She had specifically put in a clause about shows in his contract, but she
couldn't imagine that he'd need much convincing to do it. As she had said
to him ? "you slut". But she loved seeing him like that. And the power
that came with it, she had gotten off on that without even touching
herself down there. Sure she had played with her nipples but not a lot,
but she had nearly orgasmed just watching him, but had held back wanting
to keep total control of the situation. She had also desperately wanted
to jump on top of his cock whilst it was still engorged, him still
sitting in the swivel chair, both of them entangled, stockings,
stilettos, skirts and all. Not yet though. She had promised him she
wouldn't touch him unless he wanted it, and though he had certainly
seemed to, he needed time to get his head round things she thought.
There was this other woman to consider. In fact she had been a bit
flustered when she had been knelt close to him at the start putting his
make-up on, because she had unwittingly put her hands on his legs to push
herself into a standing position again after promising not to touch him,
and though she had apologised she had felt him flinch momentarily like he
had had an electric shock and had been sure then of the desire in the air
from both sides. She was glad she had made the mistake in retrospect,
otherwise she mightn't have gone quite so far tonight, after all it was
their first evening together and she had been supposed to be breaking him
gently so to speak. So much for that. Who was the bigger slut she
thought? her or him. Who cares so long as its fun, she thought
deliciously. But for all the mental satisfaction she had gotten from the
situation, her clitoris was still throbbing and insisting on some
attention.
Letting herself into the flat and kicking off her heels she flicked on
the electric fire for its glow, and the television for some background
noise and without stopping to even put on a tape of Gerry knelt in front
of the fire and gazing into its fake embers, imagined that it was Gerry's
hands slowly pushing her skirt up to her waist and not her own, that once
the skirt was out of the way, it was his hand undoing her blouse and
squeezing her nipples, and his other hand that slid down her belly making
her flinch with anticipation before slipping a finger mercilessly right
into her vagina with enough force to make her cry out with pleasure and
arch her back, before pulling out in a cruelly teasing manner and
spreading the juices that came with the finger all around between her
legs liberally before focusing on her clitoris with intensity, and not
moving away despite the sensation being so great that her legs buckled
and eventually she had to kneel on all fours.
Crouching there she balanced on both legs and one hand and kept circling
over her swollen clitoris and lips with her middle right finger, first
slow, then fast, then slow again, desperate to climax but not wanting to
just yet at the same time. She wanted everything, there was one huge sex
scene in her head, a big mess, a jumble of nonsensical images but all
seeming to involve Gerry or Tina. Now she saw herself playing like this
but whilst sat in the big leather swivel chair in her office, Tina
watching from the other chair, after being told to sit still and not
move. She saw Tina overcome with frustration getting up and trying to
join in only to be told to sit down or else she would stop playing
altogether.
Then she imagined Tina sitting back down and playing with himself until
she told him he was very naughty and pulling out 2 pairs of handcuffs
cuffed his hands to the arms of the chair on either side so that she had
no choice but to merely watch Eveline finish what she was doing
helplessly. Finally she imagined herself roughly pushing Tina's skirt up
out of the way whilst she was still stuck in that position, and then
climbing up onto his meaty cock as she had imagined earlier that night,
only this time the tape was running with Tina's knowledge, and she had
ripped her own clothes off and was pushing one nipple into Tina's mouth
and demanding that she suck it hard.
At last, Eveline cried out with pleasure from the images dancing around
her mind and even as she orgasmed and stopping rubbing she could still
feel her labia swollen and throbbing against her now motionless hand, the
pulsing gradually slowing beyond the beat of her heart as she calmed down
and relaxed. Still kneeling on the rug but in a tight ball rather than up
on all fours, she realized her body was in a prime position for anal sex
and began to imagine Gerry still dressed as Tina entering her from behind
both in her vagina and then again anally. No, she thought, quickly
jumping up. Don't think it. She would only get horny again and it always
took a lot longer for her to sort herself out the second time, and a
happy ending with relief from frustration wasn't a guarantee. Better not
to start something you can't finish she chided herself, and dragged
herself off for a cold shower before finally going to bed, needing to
sleep in order to be fresh for work, and for facing Gerry the following
morning.
........................................................................
Thanks for the reviews, I hope it keeps living up to expectations.
[email protected]
Mila
- 25.03.2020
- 11
- 0
From Office Worker to Dominated Slut 4
- 4 years ago
- 7
- 0
From Office Worker to Dominated Slut 7
- 2 years ago
- 10
- 0
