by Golden Angel
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Friday passed as normal, then the weekend, and back to work on Monday. Diane was starting to feel like a dog in heat. Passing men on the street would send thoughts of sex into her head, any man, and sometimes she was tempted to just bring home a random stranger, just so she could get laid. But she had a feeling that the intensity, the tension, none of it would be there, and she would be no more satisfied than she was after masturbating. So instead she waited. Waited for Michael. There was more small play in the office. One time Juan came in while Michael had his hands down her shirt as he stood behind her while she typed, she thought she would die of embarrassment but Juan just grinned knowingly at her while her faced turned bright red. While Juan moved about the office getting his work done Michael played extra roughly with her breasts.
She just kept her head down, unwilling to see Juan looking at them from the corner of her eye, Michael was obviously letting Juan get glimpses into her shirt. It was even more shameful having Juan knowing, although now she was sure that she knew why he was paid so highly. Since that first Monday there were no more women coming into the office to visit Michael, and she was relieved.
Over the weekend she’d visited all sorts of erotic stories and picture websites, they’d progressively become kinkier. She was considering doing things that she would have never thought possible, if only Michael would fuck her, if only he'd get her off. The sites with pictures of interracial couples were what really got her going. The memory of seeing Michael's dark hands on her light body was enough to make her start creaming. On Wednesday afternoon he finally called her into his office again. This time, rather than playing the staring game, he was standing next to a new piece of furniture. A desk, similar to his own, but a bit shorter in length, set up perpendicular to his own desk, forming a 90 degree angle. The only thing on it was a small pillow. His grin was brighter than the sun at midday and more evil than Machiavelli.
"Come here little girl."
When she was standing directly in front of him he reached behind her head to undo her hair. As it tumbled around her shoulders he tangled his hand in the back of it and pulled her forward for their first actual kiss. Her hands flew up to his broad chest, feeling the muscles under it, his other hand reached around to the small of her back and pulled her in. Next to his broad, powerful frame she felt small, helpless, a tiny kitten against the lion pride leader. As she clung to him, he deepened the kiss, probing her mouth with his tongue. A small whimper escaped her. When he finally released her she was shaking, and she stood there submissively as he slowly began taking off her clothes. First her jacket and her blouse, then he undid her skirt and let it drop to the ground. She stood there in her matching bra and thong, with her panties and heels, shivering with tension. Lightly stroking along her body, he slowly worked his way around to removing her bra, and then her underwear, leaving her in just her stockings and heels. It was the first time he had ever fully exposed her to him, and she felt vulnerable in a whole new way.
Hope rose in her. Surely if she was fully naked he would take her now.
"Get on the table."
It was cool and smooth under her ass cheeks. Michael pushed her down so that she was laying lengthwise, the pillow under her head. Then he opened a drawer and pulled out the ball-gag, which she didn't even fight, then he tied her wrists together and lifted them over her head and tied them to the desk. Two more lengths of rope were used to tie her ankles to her thighs and then to each side of the desk.
Fully exposed, her breasts jutting outwards, pussy and ass gaping between her spread thighs she made a beautiful sight. Michael pulled out another small pillow and moved down so that he was looking between her spread legs. His smile was of pure admiration.
"Beautiful."
It was exactly what she wanted to hear and her body undulated, eager and hopeful. Her nipples were standing proud and erect on her breasts, her pussy was so wet and ready for him. He slid the small pillow under her ass, lifting it very slightly so that both her holes were exposed to the world. Soft warm breath blew on them enticingly as Michael leaned in close. Her whole body quivered with anticipation.
Then Michael opened another drawer and started bringing out a whole bunch of things, which she couldn't quite see because he placed them on his down desk. One hand reached out and started playing with her nipple, pinching and pulling. It was unnecessary, because it was already hard, but he seemed to enjoy tugging on it as if he were trying to extend it further from her breasts. Then he showed her what he was holding in his other hand: clamps that looked like tweezers, three of them on a delicate Y shaped chain. Eyes wide open at the sight of this fearsome object, she tried to object through the gag, and even tried to wiggle a bit to move away, which earned her a sharp slap on her exposed and open pussy. The sharp spank shot through her, her pussy leaking copiously. She stopped struggling, reminding herself that she would do whatever he wanted for her orgasm. The clamps were placed on each of her nipples, and he tightened them until each of her cherry colored buds were in a firm and slightly painful grip, then he moved down between her legs, laying the third clamp on her shaved mound and leaving her no doubt as to where that third clamp would go.
Pussy juices were already dripping down her crack onto the pillow, as Michael leaned down between her legs again he could inhale the sweet scent of her. She shivered as the first touch of his tongue traced her outer pussy lips, tantalizing her. It then moved inwards, slowly, finally he actually began to lick into her hole. After so many days of only getting attention from herself it was heaven. Wonderfully, he moved his tongue up and flicked her clit with it, running his tongue all around it and tugging at it with his teeth.
She came immediately, screaming against the gag as he nibbled at the tender bud, pleasure rippling through her body Michael finally gave her some of what she needed. Her pussy throbbed with the much anticipated event, her insides convulsing. It was over all too quickly though, as he pulled away.
“Very bad little girl. I didn’t tell you that you could cum.”
Diane groaned, pumping her hips up and down, not at all repentant. The orgasm had been wonderful, but her pussy still felt hot and needy, she wanted him inside of her.
Then he stood again attached the third clamp securely to her clit. It hurt, but it felt so good too, she was grinding her hips, trying to get him to touch her some more, making mewling noises through her gag. Despite her orgasm she wanted more, the hunger in her core was not assuaged. He chuckled at her movements and went back to the objects on his desk.
A minute later he was back between her legs with three objects, he held up the KY jelly for her to see, along with a strange bullet looking object with a wide base, which she had never seen its like before. It wasn't hard to get the idea though as he spread KY jelly all over it, and then used his finger to spread it around her asshole, finally spearing her ass with his coated finger. She objected strongly, trying to clamp down on his finger as it pushed its way in, making negative sounds through her gag, praying that he was just toying with her. Vain hope, as soon as he felt she was sufficiently lubricated he used one hand to hold down her pelvis while he began slowly working the toy up her ass. Stretching, he worked the toy in and out, loosening her hole, it hurt but it felt somewhat pleasant in a strange way too. Finally she decided to just accept the inevitable... after all, just the night before she had been thinking that she would do anything if he would just fuck her, hadn't she? And the toy was really only maybe an inch around at its base, that would be so bad would it? If this was what she had to do, then so be it.
When the plug finally popped fully into her ass she felt full and bloated, it was snug, and even though she pushed experimentally to see if she could get it to pop out, there was no way she would be able to force herself to make her own ass wide enough to get it out. Also, that might make Michael angry, and she didn't want to do that right now either. Not with him between her legs like that. Finally he inserted the last object into her pussy, it was cool and h
ard, and not very large, then it started to vibrate. He'd inserted a vibrating egg, she knew because she had one at home. It was always good for foreplay, just enough to titillate her, but never enough that she could get off. Then, as the toy in her ass came to life, she jumped. Michael smiled at her, and moved to his desk where he started to work again.
Time passed, she didn't know how much because she couldn't see a clock. All her attention was focused on the toys in her, the slight ache in her breasts, the heavy ache in her pussy and clit, and the fullness of her ass. Every part of her was straining towards the final rush of orgasm, but no matter how close she got, it always stayed just out of reach. There just wasn't enough stimulation from the egg, even though the clamp had her clit in a firm grip it definitely wasn't enough to finish her off. Little did she know but she was starting to become very distracting to Michael, with her moaning and gasps which were muffled by the ball gag but still not totally silent, the slight sheen of sweat over her body, and the slowly overpowering smell of her pussy filling the room. He left her there for only about 15 minutes before he finished his brief, and rolled his chair over so that he was sitting directly next to her stomach.
Swiftly, the clamps were pulled from her nipples and clit, causing her to writhe and scream behind the gag. Pain spiked though the small organs and blood rushed back in, pain and the feeling of an impending orgasm... she felt as though he would just touch her clit she would burst again. Instead, fingers tweaked her nipples, causing more writhing and moaning as the highly-sensitized buds were fondled, her hips were gyrating on the table. The egg in her pussy buzzed happily, and she had finally totally adjusted to the butt plug, which was now giving her a pleasantly full sensation. Michael stood and walked around between her legs, only one thought filled her mind: PLEASE!
Every part of her body quivered to have him ravish her, to fill her up, to finally take her as his own. Instead, she felt his hand around her asshole, and then the butt plug began moving back and forth in her ass, almost leaving it and then pushing firmly back in. More moaning and gasping, more trembling, as she felt her ass stretch and contract. The constant movement in her ass was becoming pleasant enough that she felt she could even be satisfied if he would just shove his dick into her ass. While she had never really entertained serious thoughts of anal, mostly due to the failure of her first experiment with an ex boyfriend where even his finger caused too much pain, right now she would be willing to take him wherever he wanted if only he would let her cum afterwards.
Michael leaned over her, his crotch only a few inches away from hers, and she strained desperately to connect the two, to get close enough to rub herself off on his pants. Instead he kept just enough distance from their crotches to bring her close to tears, as he sucked one cherry nipple into his mouth. In felt like heat was spreading over her whole body, one hand gripped her creamy breast, kneading the softness, pinching the nipple; her other nipple was sucked into his mouth, being rolled by his tongue and pinched between his teeth. The butt plug in her ass never stopped moving.
Despite the lack of contact with her pussy, Diane could feel herself nearing some kind of completion, but just as she reached the brink of no return, Michael pulled himself up off her breasts and turned off the butt plug.
“I’ve already made you cum once today,” he told her. “If you want to cum again you’ll have to do it yourself.”
She strained and cursed inwardly as he used one finger to hook the egg out of her pussy. All feelings of fullness vanished and tears finally started leaking from her eyes in sexual frustration. Michael untied the ropes around her legs and arms and handed her the pile of her clothes, which she grabbed and then rushed out the door.
Too horny to make it to the bathroom she leaned on the back of his door and furiously began pinching her breasts and rubbing her clit, desperately she inserted two fingers into her pussy and even managed to get one into her ass.
She came. Writhing against his door, completely naked in the main office, breasts tenderized and her ass burning, she came hard. It wasn't until she finally came off her high peak and was removing her fingers from her pussy and ass that she realized she was still wearing the ball gag. Humiliation swept over her as she came back to earth and remembered her location, she hadn’t even had enough self control to make it to the bathroom. As she straightened and began to remove the gag, his office door opened behind her and she whirled around guiltily, abruptly aware that she was naked.
That blinding smile.
"Tomorrow evening, you'll be going home with me. You'll be spending the weekend. Pack your toiletries and an outfit to go home in, you won’t need anything else."
The door shut. She stared at it. Wondering and hopeful again.
Chapter 3
Friday went by so slowly, all of Diane's thoughts were on the upcoming weekend. Distracted and horny was how she spent the entire day. Michael continued with his occasional touches, making her wince a few times because her nipples were still sore from the clips on them. Also from the amount of attention she now gave them every night when she masturbated, but despite the slight discomfort when he touched them, everything just made her wetter and hornier. Twice that day she went to the bathroom to get the edge off a little.
That afternoon, while she was standing at the copier he came up behind her and ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, causing her to arch in surprise. The hem of her skirt was slowly lifted up to her waist, and then he ran his fingers around the tops of her stockings up to her thong, sliding one hand into the front of her panties, he used to other to knead and work her ass cheek. She moaned as one large finger pushed its way into her pussy, stretching it. Teeth sank lightly into her neck, making her moan again and buck her hips against his hands. When his finger was completely coated in her juices he pulled it out of her and pushed it into her mouth, obligingly she sucked it clean. Finally he moved away and she was left leaning on the copy machine, her skirt still tucked up exposing her ass and thong.
A small movement in the doorway caught her attention, and to her shame and horror Juan was standing there watching her pant for breath. She didn't know how long he had been standing there... had he seen her and Michael? Tugging the skirt back down she grabbed her papers and quickly brushed past him with her head down, unwilling to look at him. The rest of the work day was spent in hard contemplation of everything she needed to get done, anything in order to avoid Juan's laughing eyes.
Finally Juan left at 4pm, and an hour later Michael came out of his office, nervously she stood up and grabbed her bag. He smiled at her, "Come on. We've got a lot to do this weekend." More chuckling. The walk down to the garage wasn't too bad, they small talked of things around the office, a few times his hand caressed her round ass cheeks. When they got to his car he put her briefcase and her bag in the backseat.
"Bend over the trunk of the car."
Slight hesitation, but she knew better than to really pause. She didn’t want him to change his mind, after all. With her heels she was just the right height to bend over the trunk at an almost 90 degree angle. Again there were touches around her thighs, pulling her skirt up over her hips. A moment later he wasn't touching her anymore, but she could hear him taking something from his pocket, she tried to turn her head to look and was rewarded with a sharp admonitory slap to her left ass cheek. She stopped trying to look. The thong was pulled out of her ass crack, and then a nudge at her asshole, pressure as the small butt plug was slowly pressed into her ass. Rather than working it in and out like before, it was just long slow pressure pressing it forward until all of it finally popped in her ass. It hurt more that way and yet was also more erotic at the same time. When it was finally all the way in she let out a sigh of relief and moaned a little as she clenched her ass around it, enjoying the sensation of having something inside of her.
Then trepidation filled her as he opened the car door and she realized she was going to have to ride home with it plugging her ass.
The first part of the ride wasn't
too bad, although Michael deliberately drove over the two speed bumps in the parking lot very quickly, causing the butt plug to push more deeply into her ass as she bounced in the seat. She squirmed and tried to keep the discomfort out of her voice as he asked her questions about herself, questions which she answered as best she could with the distraction bouncing in her ass; after awhile she began to get comfortable enough to ask her own questions of him. Surprisingly, none of his mystique was gone even though he answered all of her questions fully.
A half an hour car ride and they pulled up to a gorgeous stone house, hidden by a mile long driveway out in the woods. There were no nearby houses. The grounds were obviously enormous and well-kept. The house was elegant, colonial and almost mansion sized. Entering the foyer she was faced with a beautiful marble staircase, the hall to the kitchen in front of her, a dining room to her left and the living room to her right. Everything was spacious, with tall ceilings and cream walls; the furniture was modest and simple elegance.
Michael cooked dinner, she cleaned the dishes, they drank some wine. All of it seemed somewhat surreal as the butt plug pressed into her ass, reminding her of why she was there. Then, finally, he escorted her upstairs and even removed the butt plug so that she could go to the bathroom. After such a long time with it in her ass it was a relief, but also almost missed the full feeling it had given her. Exiting the bathroom she found herself looking at a slightly changed room, there was now a pile of three pillows on the center of his bed, with another spaced towards the headboard, lengths of ropes with soft cuffs on the end at each bedpost and the nightstand was covered with various objects - some she recognized and some she didn't.
Immediately she was wrapped up in his arms, his lips bruising hers with their force; she moaned against his mouth as his hands slowly began undressing her. First her jacket fell to the floor, and tremors swept her as the heat from his body seemed to engulf her. Moving his kisses down her neck, suckling, his fingers nimbly unbuttoned her blouse, until it followed her jacket. The cold air combined with her extreme arousal made her nipples jump sharply even through her bra, enough of her brain remained working to realize that she was panting with her head held back as this man who controlled her every movement was kneeling in front of her. Her skirt fell, and then he slowly rolled down each of her stockings, following each inch of her exposed flesh with a kiss. By the time he worked his way back up her right thigh she was panting and gripping his shoulders for support. Licking his tongue around her stomach and belly button, his strong hands worked their way up her sides and undid her bra; his hands remained high, tweaking her nipples, before a swift slide down exposing her entire body to him. Michael was still fully dressed.
