by Isaac Byrne
Though, it is kind of hot . Maybe she could just let them feel her up, or suck them off instead. Yeah, so hot .
Cindy had been pretty turned on all morning, and it just kept getting worse. The boys going all gaga over her titties and ass were only making it worse; she excused herself to the ladies room to masturbate, but it was impossible to be discreet and women kept coming in and out. She contented herself to just sitting at her station, looking at porn and massaging her clit under desk. Glad I was smart enough not to wear panties today!
She must not have heard Mr. Andrews the first couple times he tried to get her attention, because when she did, he was barking her name angrily, his pudgy, balding, perpetually-red face redder than usual. Finding herself with her legs splayed, three fingers in her snatch with her other hand plunged down her neckline tweaking her nipple, she giggled self-consciously as she folded her hands back in her lap. “Sorry, Mr. Andrews. Guess I got kinda caught up in things.”
He was blushing – maybe she should be too? It was kinda slutty, she supposed. Whatever. “Look, Cindy, can we talk in my office?”
She hopped to her feet. “Sure! What did you wanna talk about?”
Her burly boss just about-faced and headed toward his office, so she just marched on in behind him. Well, not so much marched as minced, with her five-inch heels. Annoyingly slow, but super worth it for the extra wiggle and jiggle. She shut the door most of the way behind her and stood at attention, arms folded behind her back and her chest thrust forward as he seated himself in his desk chair.
“Well, Lichtmann, I was only going to bring you in about yesterday, that bullshit excuse you called in at the end of the day. You missed two client meetings, goddamnit, one of them on our biggest account. But now, this…? I don’t even know what to make of this behavior today.”
“Oh, you mean my outfit? Darn, I thought I looked good…”
“Well, I meant…” the middle-aged man trailed off. “Sure, let’s start with that. What the hell are you wearing, Lichtmann? This is a place of business, not the alley behind a singles bar.”
She did a little spin, swaying her hips to and fro. “You like it?”
“For Christ’s sake, girl, you’re dressed like a goddamn streetwalker! What’s gotten into you?”
Cindy pouted. “What, you don’t think I look hot?” She knew she looked hot, actually; it was still nice to hear someone say it.
“Do I think… you were–” his voice dropped to a hiss, “masturbating at your desk! In plain sight!”
Cindy shrugged. “Well I happen to think I look perfectly fuckable.” She walked around his desk, smirking at how his eyes widened into saucers as she perched her butt on the edge right in front of him, giving him a clear view up her teensy little skirt. She picked up a photo of him and his wife. She looked just like the kind of wife a pudgy balding middle-aged middle manager would have. “Especially when you have to go home to this every night. I bet it’d be nice to have a hot young piece of ass to give you the attention you deserve.”
“Well, now, I, uh…” he sputtered.
“Shhh, you don’t have to pretend, sir. I mean, here I am in this skimpy little outfit, and you just saw me knuckle-deep in my coochie! And with me already in trouble from yesterday, heck, maybe I owe you?”
“Owe me… what?” His voice lowered. So did his eyes, staring right up her skirt.
“You tell me, sir. Cindy’s been such a bad little office girl. Maybe Cindy’s boss should get to decide how she makes it up to him. He’s in charge of her after all.”
“Y-yes.” Mr. Andrews tugged at his collar, suddenly far too tight. “Damn right I’m in charge, girlie.”
Cindy nodded solemnly as she slid down out of the desk and poured herself into his lap in a straddling position. She could feel his hard-on press into her cunt, only his slacks between them. “Oh yes, sir. Just tell slutty Cindy what she needs to do to keep her job. Slutty Cindy will do anything ,” she breathed duskily.
He let out a soft whistle as his hands settled on her ass. “Ya know Lichtmann, I never had you pegged for such a little slut.”
She giggled. “Who knew, right?”
With surprising strength he lifted her up and spun her around with a firm grip on her hips, and then he was standing behind her and pushing her down so she was bent over the top of his desk. “Prepare for the ride of your life, girlie.”
She smiled over her shoulder at him. “So if I let you fuck me I get to stay?”
He chuckled. “I just might find it in my heart to give you one more shot. What can I say – I’m a humanitarian.”
And then, Cindy stood up and slapped him right across the face. Her sultry grin evaporated in an instant. “You’re an asshole. And your door is open.”
His jaw clenched shut as he verified it; neither of them could miss the tell-tale noise of eavesdropping employees scurrying away so as not to get caught red-handed.
“You little–”
“Watch yourself, Mr. Andrews. As it is, I bet you’re going to have one hell of a time bribing everyone not to tell Mrs. Andrews about how easy it was to push you into some slut’s pussy.” Serious or not, she still felt a little thrill in her own pussy at just saying the words. God, I wish someone would actually fuck me! But first things first.
“Blackmail! You’ll never get a goddamn cent out of me, you hear me!” He pounded a fist on his desk.
“I don’t want any. I just came in today to tell you I quit.” With that, she stormed out, leaving her dumbstruck boss in her wake.
A short while later, she arrived at Eric’s. She’d been masturbating the entire drive over – ran a red light and two stop signs in the process. She’d gotten pulled over, but the nice cop had let Cindy go with a warning after she smiled and showed him her titties.
Eric was reading a book when she came in, and put it down as she strode right in. He looked pleased at her choice of outfit, and just the feeling of a man’s eyes on her was enough to make her pussy wet. That it was Eric felt so much better.
“Eric?” She slathered a heavy note of neediness on it.
“Yeah, Cindy?”
She stuck her lower lip out poutily. “Would you fuck me? Pleeeeeeease?” She fidgeted one leg anxiously.
He smiled, then patted his lap. Giddily, she frolicked over to him and threw herself into it, immediately grinding against him and cooing happily at the promise it held of fuckings to come. She kisses his face and neck over and over, murmuring “thank you” repeatedly as she did.
It was sometime in the middle of this that she became herself again. Self-consciously, she pulled back from his neck, then almost as quickly jumped out of his lap and onto the far side of the couch, tugging her neckline up and skirt hem down.
“What the fuck!” Eric’s expression said he was restraining laughter. “It’s not funny, Eric!”
And he burst into a fit of the giggles. “Oh I’m sorry,” he laughed, then adopted a mocking falsetto. “Would you forgive me? Pweeeeease?” He thrust out his lower lip comically before losing it in laughter again.
Cindy fought not to smile. “What! You were the one who made me say that! As always, the only one laughing at your own lame joke.” He was laughing to hard for a rejoinder, so she thundered away while she could. “And what was with this morning, huh? You made me quit my fucking job! Now what am I going to do?”
That sobered him up pretty quick. “Wait, what? You quit your job?”
“Yeah – you had me dress up like I was out prowling for dick and so out-of-my-mind horny that I was friggin’ masturbating at my desk ! Then when that asshole Andrews came by, he saw me doing it!”
He seemed surprised. “Wow. It’s a wonder you didn’t get fired before you quit.”
“Don’t fake shock, like you weren’t the puppet-master behind it all. And I didn’t let him fire me. We went back to his office, and I put on a big slutty show of seducing him with the door cracked open, then when he was all but ready to drop trou and nail me, I told him t
o go to hell and stormed out. Half the office heard us, I think. He’s probably already responding to blackmail letters.”
“Wow, that’s…” Eric composed himself. “That’s pretty kick-ass, actually. As quitting stories go, that’s tough to top.”
“Yeah, I guess it was.” She smirked in spite of herself, then swatted him in the arm (mostly playfully). “Still, you didn’t have to turn me into such a freaking slut!”
Eric raised his hands defensively. “All right, let me clear things up here. All I did was make it so once 8:00 rolled around, it’d be harder and harder to think about anything but sex. I didn’t do anything to make you wear anything – though nice choice, by the way – and I didn’t make you do anything having to do with quitting your boss. Shit, Cindy, I can’t believe you even made it into work like this.”
“Well I did! Geez, you could’ve just asked – or hell, just commanded – me to come over here in the morning.”
“Sue me for my flare for the dramatic. Not like you didn’t know you were expected – you couldn’t just come straight here.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “And no idea how I’m going to pay my bills now, by the way. You know full well I was paycheck to paycheck.”
“Yeah, because a mind controller couldn’t possibly manage something as outlandish as covering rent and utilities,” he retorted sarcastically.
They were quiet a moment, and in the silence, the reality of it, what was about to happen, slammed home for her. “So is that what you’re going to do to me today?”
He broke eye contact, nodded. “Yeah, something like that.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “And do you have to turn me into such a bimbo? I was talking about myself in the third person at one point, for crying out loud.”
“Believe it or not, when you’re mind-controlling people into having sex with you, having them possess a deep and complicated personality isn’t all that appealing. If you just want sex with no strings attached, sometimes it’s nice if the feeling’s mutual. Uncomplicates things.”
“You like your girls ‘uncomplicated,’ do you,” she teased.
“Yeah, ‘cause most guys hate the idea of a hot girl with nothing on her mind but fucking and sucking. Or most girls, for that matter.”
She attempted a counter-argument, but a few of the comments he remembered her making while watching Magic Mike – then later during Magic Mike 2 – came back to haunt her in his rebuttal.
When they’d finished bickering, he gave her a long look. “Well, are you ready?”
“If I said no, would it make a difference?”
Eric shook his head. “In a moment, believe me, you won’t want to say no.” With that, Cindy lost the time again, coming to a moment later.
The first two things she was aware of were: There is a cock in the room. and I want it. Lucky for her, it was Eric’s cock – the bestest, most delicious and scrumptious and fucktastic dick in the world! And luckier still, Cindy knew Eric pretty good, and she immediately began having ideas about how to get it in her.
She started with her cleverest plan. “Hey, Eric! Like, do you wanna fuck me?” She spread her legs invitingly, revealing her dripping wet pussy. This is a good plan! Even if he says no, showing my pussy is super fun.
Eric chuckled. “Not much for foreplay, eh.”
“Oh, like, you mean you want a blowjob first? ‘Cause I love sucking dick!” She nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh yeah? What else do you love?”
She thought. Thinking wasn’t much fun, nor was it easy – the total opposite of Cindy – but thinking of things she loved wasn’t as bad. “Um, so like, I like cock, and I like fucking them, and fucking them with my butt, or with my mouth, or with my boobies, and I like looking sexy, and making cocks hard, and fucking them, and fucking them with my butt, or with my–”
Eric interrupted her. “I think I get the point, you like cock.”
Cindy nodded vigorously, glad he got the basic gist of her very complex thought. She slid down to the floor and knee-walked bouncily to the other end of the couch, stopping in front of Eric. She plunged her face into his lap, rubbing and nuzzling at his crotch. She could feel his dick getting harder, and giggled happily at what she hoped that meant.
She stripped out of her top hastily, braless breasts springing forth happily. Cindy loved being naked, too, but Eric didn’t let her get that far in her list. She kissed the front of his pants lovingly.
“Damn, Cindy, you’re getting me kinda hard here,” Eric admitted.
Yay! Hard cock! “That’s the idea, silly.”
“You know, I think I’m going to head downtown. I know this crazy hot little barista that I’ve had my eye on for months.”
Cindy sat back upright, jaw dropping. “But– but–” she stammered. “But I wanna fuck you!”
He looked her over. “I’m sure you do, but… no offense, babe, but my barista’s hotter than you. Big tits, tight butt, pretty face… just a better deal, sorry.”
“No no no no no no no!” Cindy cried out desperately. She was so fucking horny! She hadn’t been fucked since, what, last night? It was torture! Eric couldn’t leave her like this, unfucked and wet! “No please, I can be SO much hotter than her! You just gotta lemme try, k?”
He eyed her skeptically. “Well what do you offer that she can’t?”
She thought. Damnit, why is thinking so hard! Why can’t we just fuck already! “Um, I’m right here already, so you don’t have to go downtown for pussy?”
Eric considered, then nodded. “Fair point.”
“Um… I have super cute boobies? And a nice round ass – boys love my ass. And my legs, too!” She tried to take off her skirt, but it was hard to do on her knees. She rolled around on the floor fumbling with it for a minute until she got it off. Eric snickered at the display.
“I’m not saying you’re not hot, Cindy – but this girl, well, she can give me free coffee too.”
That was tough. Cindy didn’t have any coffee! “Um, I could go get you coffee? Or, like, I could make some?” She was dubious about her ability to figure out the coffee thingy, but for a good dicking, she’d sure try.
“All right, what else you got?” Eric still looked mostly skeptical, impatient.
Cindy whined, pinching her nipples hard to express her frustration. She knew she deserved to get fucked more than this barista bitch! Cindy had met lots of girls, and except for maybe Susan Templeton from high school who rumor had it fucked the entire varsity offense on the football team after regionals, Cindy didn’t know any girl who loved fucking as much as she did.
“Please Eric, just PLEASE fuck me! I want it so ba-ha-haaaad! My pussy is fucking dripping wet right now and I’m almost drooling at how bad I want your cock in my mouth!” For the first time, her prey began to show interest. She pressed the attack.
“And my little ass is just begging to be fucked, don’t you think?” She turned around, arching her back to show off her perfect butt atop her long ballerina legs. “Speaking of begging, is that something your other little slut’s going to do? Show you how bad she needs you? Show you what a desperate little fucking slut she is? Will she spend all afternoon proving to you that your cock is the center of her universe?”
Cindy slipped a finger into her pussy, then another, overwhelmed with her need to get her cunt stuffed. Eric watched – I hope he’s watching; I love it when he watches me act like a needy little slut – and she just whimpered and moaned and panted and even growled with how bad she wanted it.
Her orgasm eluded her, but that was OK; playing with herself was fun, and helped pass the time between all those boring times when she wasn’t fucking. Then, just as she finally felt it nearing, someone rudely took her by the wrist and extracted her fingers. “Hey, I was using that!” Rude!
But a moment later her objections died on her lips – or really, they died in her cunt – as someone’s cock finally, FINALLY slid inside her. The sensation was beyond anything Cindy had ever
felt before – even though she had somehow expected it to be exactly like this.
She had never felt this kind of pleasure before. Cindy shrieked like a banshee as her long-awaited orgasm triggered almost instantly, and didn’t stop. Her brain lost the capacity for registering anything but the mind-numbing pleasure of it, like she had a super-charged vibrator inside her and on her clit, except her whole body was a clit and her whole brain was a pussy. Or something. It felt perfect.
Except “perfect” couldn’t get better, but this somehow did. The cock in her kept thrusting, but now whoever it belonged to – Eric? That sounded right – was doing other things too. He was smacking her ass, really hard. That was good. That meant she was so fuckable that a cock wasn’t enough – he had to use his hands too.
She noticed he was talking, too. Well, not so much talking as just saying things about the fucking, calling her names. “Cheap little whore” and “that’s it, take it from behind like a bitch” and “fucking gutter tramp” and “ready to be my little butt slut?”
Oh! Cindy realized, that last one was a question! She was about to answer that of course she wanted her ass fucked when she felt him pushing his way in anyway. Good, talking about it would have just slowed us down. Her own cunt juices had lubricated his shaft just enough to slide in, stuffing her so full that it was like she could feel it up into her stomach. She had thought she was having an orgasm before, but now her whole body thrashed in bliss, and all she could do was try to hold her legs steady to keep from falling off of Eric’s cock – the worst thing she could imagine happening. He struck a relatively fast rhythm – for butt-fucking, anyway; her pussy could handle much rougher treatment – and Cindy did her best to try to rock in time with the thrusts, but it was difficult to concentrate through wave after tidal wave of ecstasy.
Then, she came so hard she blacked out.
When she came to, she was lying on the couch, still naked, and he was standing over her smiling. She smiled back. Eric is so nice. Eric fucked me. “Sorry if that was too much,” he said in an apologetic tone.
