by Bridy McAvoy
“Steve is both in and directing this shoot, Kayla, so I’m going to stand back and watch. Remember…the location is your own desk.”
She shot a horrified glance in his direction which only brought chuckles from all the guys, including Steve.
“Just follow his instructions and follow his lead. Don’t worry; he won’t touch you…much.”
She tried to crack a joke but her suddenly dry lips made her voice sound hoarse. “It’s the ‘not much’ I’m worrying about!”
Once more they all laughed, then the other three students lifted their cameras to their faces and she turned her attention back to Steve. He was leaning on his elbows on the desk, staring at her. He grinned and winked causing her to giggle, then he was serious again
“I’m going to talk as if this was a ‘for real’ situation. Just react to what I’m saying, okay? I’m going to be telling you off about something. Just react.”
She nodded. Her mind raced—she couldn’t think of a ‘for real’ situation that would end up with her naked, not one that made sense to her, anyway. Certainly not a telling off from her boss—she’d never heard of such a thing but, there again, this was glamour, although it was turning out to be more soft porn than glamour. She had to admit, though, that was probably as much her own fault as Chris’s planning—he’d had no way of predicting she’d prove to be so multi-orgasmic merely by exposing herself to them. That had been a shock to her, as much as it had been a bonus to Chris. Some of the things that had happened had almost certainly been down to that, rather than anything else. Steve was speaking and she tried to concentrate on the man in front of her, shifting nervously in her seat as she heard the familiar background sound of the cameras clicking away.
“So, Miss Smith, you know why you’re here. Nod, please…good. This is to discuss a serious breach of office discipline, and the offence you are accused of is regarded as a sacking offence. Do you understand that? Nod and give me a nervous smile…very nice. Speak to me.”
She couldn’t immediately think of what to say but, after a couple of seconds, decided to play along. Whatever the purpose of the play acting both Chris and Steve wanted her to go along with it. Then she remembered Chris’s comment about it being her workplace and not her boss’s desk. Chris had to have thought it was important enough to mention it, so it had to be integral to the skit they were playing out. Why couldn’t he have given her a script?
“Er…I’m sorry, Mister Jones. But I don’t know what I’m being accused of, nor why you’re sitting behind my desk like that.”
Steve smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile and her eyes widened as the smile slipped into a smirk. “Good question…would you like to hazard a guess as to the reason? Shake your head and answer me with a no.”
“Hmm…No, I don’t know, Mister Jones.”
“I’m sure you do—I’m sure a naughty girl like you would know exactly why I’m sitting here, wouldn’t she?”
His voice had risen into a shout and she flinched backward from him as he glared at her. She’d never been treated like this in the workplace in her life—never been treated like this anywhere, for that matter.
“Shake your head and answer me!”
Steve was giving her instructions in the same tone of voice, trying to stay in character for the cameras busily clicking away, and it helped her to do the same.
“No…I don’t know.” She tried to put some fear and nervousness into her voice, which wasn’t that hard—the situation wasn’t an easy one to comprehend.
One of Steve’s hands left the desk and moved to the side and she heard a drawer being opened. “Perhaps these will refresh your memory.” He dropped a photograph on the desk in front of her and held several more in front of him where she couldn’t see them—they’d been concealed in the drawer. She gasped. The picture was a guy only partially dressed in a fireman’s uniform, the coat hanging open showing off his muscled chest and six pack. Steve tossed the second picture on top of it and her mouth hung open in shock. It showed his trousers pushed low on his thighs, an obvious bulge about to be revealed. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and the camera shutters intensified. Obviously, these pictures were part of a sequence and Steve dropped another onto the pile in front of her. Things got worse with the third photo—now his prick was in view, semi-hard and sticking out in front of him with his trousers around his knees. His hand was wrapped around it as if he was pumping it, getting himself hard. The fourth picture was even more pornographic still. It showed a slim long-haired blonde, dressed in a thin blouse and skirt, one hand on his shoulder as she leaned against him, the other hand wrapped around his now hard cock, a look of pure lust in her eyes.
She swallowed hard, and watched as Steve casually flicked the next picture to her as the men crowded closer to capture the images on the desk inside their own framing. The next picture showed her blouse open, exposing her bare breasts, the fake fireman cupping one breast as she bent her head up for a kiss.
“Obscene, aren’t they, Miss Smith? And you have quite a lot of them in here. Just nod.”
She nodded her head as he flipped another picture onto the desk and leant toward her. This was even worse—the blonde was down on her knees in front of him, the photo taken from a slight angle as she sucked his cock into her mouth, her blouse off her shoulders, tangling around her wrists behind her back. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back in pleasure. The pictures were clearly professional shots—perfectly clear, and she could feel herself start to respond to their blatant content.
Steve continued to add picture after picture to the pile, each one more and more pornographic as the blonde sucked him to full rigidity. She lost her skirt and he held one leg high in the air as he jammed a finger into her, before bending her over the front of a red car, the final picture showing him rammed balls deep into her from behind, her face ,turned back toward him over her shoulder, a mask of pleasure.
“If a male employee had this kind of porn in his possession on the premises he’d be fired on the spot, do you understand me? Nod.”
She followed his instruction and watched as he pulled another picture from the drawer and dropped it onto the desk. She’d guessed what this one would be and she was right. The woman was on her knees on the ground in front of the car—her face upturned, her knees spread as he fisted his cock in front of her face, another stream of cum on the way to join the two distinct streaks of jism on her upturned face. She shuddered and blushed bright red as she felt her own body respond to the vision in front of her. She forced herself to look at Steve, her mouth open as she licked her dry lips.
“Well, do you have anything to say for yourself? Shake your head?”
It wasn’t difficult to act now—she imagined how she’d feel if this was for real, not that she’d ever possessed such a photoset let alone carried them into work.
“Unfortunately, that wasn’t all I found in your desk, was it, Miss Smith? Answer me.”
“Um…I…I don’t know.”
Since she had no idea what he was going to bring out of the drawer next she couldn’t think of what else to say.
“I found this, didn’t I? And it’s obvious what you’ve been doing in your frequent trips to the restroom, isn’t it, Miss Smith?”
The camera shutters clicked in a crescendo as he produced a small silver vibrator from the drawer and put it on top of the pictures. Unlike her, they had to have been briefed on what was going to happen. Her mouth dropped open in astonishment and she could feel her blush deepening even further. It didn’t take much imagination to realize they intended for her to use the sex toy in front of them, something she’d never even allowed Ben to watch with the one small toy she had at home. Nobody had ever watched her use one, and now five people were going to watch her, and clearly enjoy the experience. She gasped for air as the full import of the impending event hit her. She closed her eyes for a moment and then realized once more she’d made a mistake.
In her mind she was lying on top of the desk�
�naked except for the stockings, garters and heels, one leg stretched high into the air as she plunged the vibrator in and out of her pussy, her hand grasping at and pulling on her own nipple as she screamed her way to a desperate climax. A flood of warm suffused her body and she felt her pussy clench as her nipples hardened to rocks within her camisole. She didn’t need to check if she was damp down below—that was obvious from her body’s reaction, and her hips jerked trying to increase the friction between her ass and the chair.
Steve chuckled and she opened her eyes to look at him as he watched her.
“I guess your reaction shows you admit it’s yours, doesn’t it? Answer me!”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
“And you’ve been using it every time you take a break, haven’t you? Come on, admit it!”
“Yes…I guess I have…”
He grinned, this time predatory. “Well, this company has no place for a dirty little slut like you, does it? I guess that means you’re fired!”
All of a sudden she saw how this was supposed to play out. It was one of those standard porn scenarios where the woman begs for her job on her knees and then utters the deadliest words known—I’ll do anything.
She tried to stop the smile or the giggle, knowing the men were still shooting her. She could hear the shutters clicking, and wondered when they’d have to stop and change memory cards. It wasn’t her problem, of course. She unbuttoned the jacket, uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, knowing her camisole fell away from her chest.
“Please…please…I’ll do anything. I can’t lose this job.”
Steve’s face lit up like the proverbial cat with a fish—in this case at least, the smell of a fish. She knew she was aroused and even wondered if he could actually smell her as he, too, leaned forward.
“What exactly, does ‘anything’ mean?”
She gulped, aware the others were continuing to capture her reaction and tried to act out the part. “Anything…I mean it…anything.”
“Sit on the desk.”
She quickly rose from the chair, smoothed down the mini-skirt and perched on the edge of the desk facing away from him.
“Stupid! Come round here and sit in front of me!”
If Miss Smith was in any way thick, she’d at least know what was going to happen—or at least that something sexual was going to happen, so she allowed a somewhat fleeting secret smile to ghost over her lips, and then flicked her tongue out to lick her lips, trying to act coy and seductive at the same time.
“That’s better.”
Obviously Steve hadn’t missed the signal and approved. She pushed past his knees as he scooted the chair back and sat on the desk, her feet dangling, and her knees together. Steve looked down at her knees and then up at her face, his meaning obvious. She allowed her legs to part and he scooted forward, his knees slotting into the space between her dangling lower legs.
“Nice. Tell me, what color panties are you wearing?”
Since Steve knew she wasn’t wearing any, he was still acting his part.
“None…” She let her voice drop to a near whisper again, as if ashamed to admit this to her boss. He was much closer to her now, and she was certain the musk of her arousal would be reaching his nostrils.
“Naughty girl…walking around her with her cunt uncovered!”
As she’d half expected, Steve was using the crudest language to talk about her body, but it still came as a shock to her system and she shuddered in response.
“Tell me…are your tits naked under there, too?”
She nodded.
“Lose the jacket.”
She slipped the jacket back off her shoulders, exposing the white camisole in its entirety, the jacket slipping down her arms and pulling her arms free of it.
“Very nice. Pass me the toy, girl!”
She groped behind her for the vibrator, finding it partially covered by her now discarded jacket, wrapped her hand around the smooth metal and passed it to him, base first. He looked down at it, smiled and touched the control on the base. The four inch long device came to life, buzzing quietly in his hand. It was quiet, a discreet model, but the noise clearly carried to the other men as their whispers confirmed. She didn’t dare turn her head to look at them as Steve’s hand, complete with vibrator, approached her chest.
She shook her head in unfeigned horror as he slowly extended the buzzing toy toward her left nipple, the men crowding into her peripheral vision as they adjusted their positions in order to capture the moment the vibrating sex aid touched her protruding nipple.
“God!”
She couldn’t help the imprecation as the device touched her sensitive skin and the buzzing sound became a rapid vibration right on the end of her nipple. Her hands clenched into tight fists and her eyes closed as he continued to move it around on her nipple, the other men making lewd comments about her reaction.
Within seconds the sensations were flooding through her nervous system as it brought her to fever pitch.
“I guess my little slut likes this touching her tits, don’t you, slut?”
She knew she was blushing from his horrible choice of language once more but couldn’t respond, her head hanging back, her mouth open, as she moaned in passion.
“I wonder what the slut will sound like when I ram this up her tight little cunt.”
She knew he was saying these things for effect, that she didn’t need him to say them, didn’t want him to say them and the words wouldn’t show up on the pictures, but they were having an effect on her—one she didn’t want but couldn’t stop. Her body was trembling now as she felt his free hand scrabble at the hem of the camisole, pulling it clear of the skirt and then dragging up her belly. She leaned back on her arms, trying to let them take her weight as he pressed the vibrator harder against her nipple. She groaned as his hand jerked the thin lace up and past her other breast, baring it to his eyes, and those of the photographers too, then realized it bared it to his fingers too. His thumb and forefinger closed around the exposed nipple and squeezed, causing her to shriek and writhe her ass against the desk. She was panting, moaning continuously, and within an inch of cumming when he pulled the vibrator away enabling him to lift the other side of the camisole so it was rolled up uselessly around her neck. His hand touched the base of the toy and the humming rose in pitch as he pressed it against her other nipple.
It was much stronger—the vibrations ripping through her sensitive flesh, and she howled and the screamed as the long-promised orgasm broke over her. Her legs spasmed, kicking out, and she vaguely heard a grunt as she made contact with him, then her body went rigid as the full force of it ripped through her.
“God! I’m cumming… Argh!”
She couldn’t help herself—couldn’t stop and, more importantly, couldn’t defend herself as Steve roughly pulled her upright, lifted her arms over her head and pulled the camisole up and off her head, leaving her hands tangled in it as he lowered her to the desk. As she recovered she realized she was lying on the desk, her hands entangled in the camisole, high above her head, dangling off the other side, which made her back arch, pushing her breasts up. She couldn’t see what Steve was doing down between her now widely-splayed legs.
She felt the zip give way as he tugged it down and knew she was moments away from being effectively naked on the desk. She tried to untangle her arms but Steve spoke up.
“Leave that—now, put your feet on the edge of the desk and lift your butt. We want to get your cunt naked in front of us and then I’m going to use the toy on you. So lift that fucking ass, we want some gash!”
His strong language made her shudder but she stopped trying to free her arms—that was obviously part of the shoot, too. She lifted one heel to catch on the edge of the desk, then the other and, finally, raised her butt from the desk to be rewarded with her skirt sliding down onto her thighs. Kayla lowered her legs again with relief but kept them together to allow Steve to draw the skirt down over her stock
ing-clad legs and off over her heels.
“Spread your legs, slut. Let’s see that wet cunt!”
She did as she was told, her breathing still elevated from the orgasm only a minute or so ago. He pushed the vibrator against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and she jerked in response as he turned the power back on.
“Don’t worry, baby, we put new batteries in this when we found it. We could go on like this for hours. She closed her eyes and tried to let her mind drift away from the embarrassment of the men watching Steve manipulate her body with the sex toy. He traced up and down one inside thigh and then switched to the other, drawing a trembling gasping reaction from her. His free hand rose to clasp her breast once more.
“You have nice tits, Miss Smith…very nice tits. And you have a very pretty gash too. A pretty cunt on a pretty cunt. What a pleasant surprise.”
Despite knowing he was being crude deliberately, she couldn’t prevent the blush that rose to her face once more. He squeezed her nipple and touched the buzzing vibrator to the outer lips of her pussy. Her hips jerked in response and she groaned, trying hard to blot out the watching men. Steve didn’t stop there and she tossed her head from side to side gasping for breath as he slowly forced the metal between the folds of her pussy and up into her, keeping the vibrations moving as it entered her. She’d always used her own magic bullet for clitoral stimulation and, on the rare occasions she did resort to it, rarely tried penetration with it, having decided it didn’t do anything for her.
That wasn’t true here—she could feel her ass churning, her hips bucking as she moaned out her pleasure at the way this man was manipulating her body. Far from being a turn-off, having the vibrator plunged inside her vagina was driving her wild. She came again as he increased the power of the vibrations—then once more as he twisted his hand, leaving it deep inside her and pressed his knuckles against her throbbing clit. His other hand continued to manipulate her breast.
