At the Office (closed for sinsmerv and myself)

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Fuck fuck FUCK. Shuffling papers again. Deadline tomorrow. I'm in my worst possible moment, and I'd tear the balls off the next person I meet if my office had any men. Except the only men here are my superiors and they left half an hour ago. Damn glass ceiling. Fuck fuck FUCK.

Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Jacqueline, I'm a redhead, blah blah blah in your fantasies blah blah blah. Oh, I don't regret having this job. I mean, you eat out your future bosses' daughter, you get an interview, and -- whodathought -- you're actually qualified. One kick up the stairs later, and you find yourself in middle fucking management. Too low to have any *real* power in the company, not high enough to get any respect from your underlings.

Oh, there's an AIM from Venus M. She's a hot little number -- or at least writer -- on Literotica I met a few weeks ago. On Lit, I post as a guy -- I mean, c'mon, god knows what sort of people hit on you on a sex site if they think you have boobs and a pussy. Oh, hell, I even get hit on as a guy! We've promised to trade pictures, and I just sent her pics of my vain ex-roommate and she just sent me... Oh, fuck!

It's fucking Faye who owes me a report two hours ago and claims "she's working on it". I check the productivity software, and it says her browser is pointed to... Liter-fucking-rotica! I think I know why I'm a redhead -- my blood pressure's so fucking high my hair's turned bright red as well! I send her a link to some nice steamy shit I posted last night and ask her to describe how she likes it. Uh huh. "Enjoying it personally" indeed. In the fucking office!

I slip out of my high heels into my gym sneakers. See, if you walk around in heels, everyone hears you, turns on the boss button, and gets to work. Hell, I don't need to go to the gym the amount of walking I have to do here to get work done. But I'm going to take care of that little vixen personally. I sneak to her cubicle and see her. She's leaning back a little in her chair, and her hands must be between her legs. They're not on the computer, that's for sure! She's making little gasps as she reads my thread. And, no, I'm *not* getting hot hearing her. I'm f*cking pissed! I spin her around in her chair, and there she is -- her hand up her skirt, touching herself! I lean towards her, gripping her hand in mine, not letting it leave her lap. Peering through my dark-rimmed glasses, I say, "Care to explain yourself? I think you're going to have *a lot* of work to do in the next few hours."


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[sinsmerv]

"Oh Damn, why can't they just set the working hours from 9am to 1pm instead of releasing us for a 1 hour lunch break and back to work again? Why the fuck could mood to work after lunch?" I was mumbling to myself as I sat at my cubicle looking at the endless work in my in-tray and I still owe my direct superior a report, which was suppose to be due 2 hours ago. And what make things worse is when you have a female superior. Which means I can't turn on my charm and flirt my way through. I never had much problem in this office before Jacqueline came. With my slutty look and 34C, 25, 36 figure, no man can resist when Faye is out on the prowl. Apparently, this can't work on woman, which I also detest. Yes, I am a 100% straight woman, I only fuck man.

"Hmmmm, I guess it won't kill to just go into lit for a while." I click on the link in my favorite file and there is 1 unread message in my mailbox. It's Jackal, this guy I met in lit and he is really good looking. Would love to fuck him someday and he had just send me a new link. "Oh shit" The pictures at the link is turning me real hot and together with his steamy mail, I was getting wet. I look around and saw that most of my colleagues are not at their desks and as I browse more into the webpage, I could feel a surge of lust. I slip my hand down and up into my skirt and start fingering myself, playing with my clit as the other hand went into my blouse and start fondling wif my nipples.

"Care to explain yourself? I think you're going to have *a lot* of work to do in the next few hours." I sat there stunned, staring straight into the eyes of Jac (and I mean Jacqueline not Jackal) with my hands still under my skirt and in my blouse.

"I... errr... I..."

 

[scribe_m]

"Uh, huh. I guess we didn't hire you for your eloquence. I see from those pics on the screen you prefer dick-tation." I grabbed her hands before she could withdraw them, and leaned close. My breasts just grazed hers and I leaned close to her ear. "You think you can dress like a slut around the office? You think you can get away with slacking off while I work off my ass each day?" I planted my knee on her chair, between her spread out legs. "Well, you know what?" I breathed into her ear. "I'm gonna have some of your pretty ass today. What were you thinking when you saw those pics?" I gripped her hand between her legs and curled them into a ball. Her long beautiful nails were pressing into her panties. Pushing them into her snatch, I said, "I bet you want some nice meaty cock *right there*, fucking you, filling you up with his big prick, going inside and outside your body." I began to rub her tit with my other hand, as I held *her* other hand, trapped under her blouse. "How does it feel to have a woman guide you, helping you feel up your big-ass tits? Hmm?" I began to help grope her breast, occasionally feeling her nipple underneath. My hands were working faster, massaging her tit and rubbing against her slit in tandem. My own pussy was making a few demands of its own, and I rested the space under my skirt against her leg. "Mmm... I love how your stocking feel against my inner thigh." I started rubbing myself against her leg. "Now give me a kiss. And I'll tell you more about Jackal."


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[sinsmerv]

I sat there, unable to believe how I had allow myself into this situation. Jacqualine was gripping firmly to my hands, not allowing them to withdraw from their current position. As she push my hand hard against my pussy, I could feel the pain as my fingernails dug into my flesh. I was shocked to find that I actually can feel a little pleasure from the pain. As she use my other hand to rub my breasts, I was actually turned on as my nipples stood up
shamelessly, begging for attention. Before I could even had a chance to stop or react to all these, she lean towards me and start rubbing herself against my thighs. As much as I hated her every humilating actions, I could feel my pussy getting moist from them, and I am getting hot and lusting for her touch. This cannot be right, I would never allow myself to be touched by another woman, especially not Jacqualine. I wanted so much to just push her away but on the other hand, the pleasure and lust seems to make it
so difficult and to make matter worse, I knows that any stupid actions might actually risk my rice bowl. Oh dear, where is everyone when you need them most? It seems that there is no one else in the office other than the both of them.

"Now give me a kiss and I will tell you more about Jackal"

My eyes widen at her mention of Jackal. How did she knows about Jackal? "Jackal? What do you know about him?" I questioned her back. Jacqueline just remain still and lifted her eyebrows but remain slient. I know I have to do as she says to get hold of whatever information she has. Trying to find some ways to escape or delay the orderal, I suggested softly "Why don't we wait till after work or something? Don't you think it is too risky here? I mean the others should be coming back soon or there might be someone walking past? My cubicle is not really enclosed..." I slap my mouth shut at my last remark. Damn, why can't I learn to keep my mouth shut. I pray and hope that she actually miss it, or all my effort to delay this to give myself more time to come up with a better plan to escap her will be down the drain. Jacqueline looked at me and smiled, "why, you are right, your cubicle is indeed not a good place. Let's us continue on with our little discussion on your project in my room. I have more RESOURCES inside that may be of help..." I clinged at her tone when she mention the word "resources" and I have a really bad feeling about this...

 

[scribe_m]

"Jackal... You want to know more about Jackal do you??" I leaned forward into her eyes filled with trepedation, and gleefully leer at her in silence, my eyes glowing. My warm breath touches her, and I say, "Do you want to know how Jackal kisses?" Still pinning her to the chair, I force my lips onto hers. She struggles, forcing her lips shut, but I that only makes me press further, as I force my tongue between them. Mmm... if my tongue were a cock and her lips were her pussy it would be *so* tight... I let go of the kiss, and the woman stammers, embarrassing herself as she gives me the idea to take this to my office. I smile and grin, and her face whitens as I slowly reach for the cellophane tape. "Why, thank you, honey. I do believe we should go to my office." I take her wrist and pin it to the armrest. Taking a length of tape, I smile at her, as I wrap the tape around one wrist, then another. I turn the chair around, and grasp her collar, dragging the chair on rollers behind me. I pass by the janitor and giver her a smile, "Don't mind me, honey."

With a shove, I push the chair into my office. I slowly enter, locking the door behind me. "Gee, I guess you don't like how Jackal kissed," I pout, adoring her strapped to the chair and her lipstick smeared on her slutty face. I sit on her knees, my legs spread wide underneath my skirt. "I noticed you were touching yourself here..." I say, slowly rubbing her breasts. I start unbuttoning her tight shirt, allowing me to see her massive globes, restrained by sexy white lace. "Do you think Jackal would like touching your boobs?" I lower myself, still looking into her face and nibble and bit through her bra. My fingers reach underneath her breasts, slowly stroking the underside. I finally pull down on her cups, letting her breasts free and start feasting on her nipples and titties. I look up into her eyes, my leering tongue licking all over her fine tits. "You think Jackal would like your breasts? I think so. But not after I get done with you."


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[sinsmerv]

It all seems to happen in seconds, one moment I was trying to resist her kiss and the next she dragging me, tied to my chair with cellophane tape, into her office. I was still looking for ways to escape all these when we bump into the janitor but instantly knew my fate was sealed when she just pass a casual remark and continue on. I jumped at the sound of the door locking and was starting to panic... She walked over and start rubbing my breast and before I know it, my blouse was unbutton as my breast came to view. My nipples are hard and tall from her rubbing and the coldness and they seems to be ignoring my protest, begging her to take them in her mouth.

"Do you think Jackal would like touching your boobs?" I was dumbstruck from the fear of what she had in mind. As she free my breast from the bra and took my nipple into her mouth, I felt the electric jolt spread through my erotic zones. I realise that I loved what she was doing as she suckled the sensitive flesh surrounding the areola and drew my nipples deep into her throat. I was arching my body, pressing my breast towards her.

"You think Jackal would like your breasts? I think so. But not after I get done with you." Her words jolted me back to reality and I realise what I was doing and tried to free myself from her mouth but she gobbled at my chest with such ferocity that I had to sermon all the energy I had and literally rip my breast away from the seal her lips had formed on my breast. She lunged at me, kissing me deeply,roughly, feverishly. Her hands ran imploringly across my chest, my neck, my hair and finally my tits and already hard nipples. I began to resist the bonds and the lust I felt building up. I can feel my pussy moist at her every touch and I know I had to stop her before I got too carried away.

"Please, Jacqueline, stop. I would get back to the report and submit it to you asap. I would do anything you want but please stop now." She stopped and I felt more disappointment than relieve at that but I was careful not to let her know. She stood up and went over to clear her table and I know she had other agenda on her mind. She push me to her desk and start removing the tape for me. I tried to make a run for it but her grip on me was firm and she bend me over her desk and start bonding both my hands to the table. "Jacqueline, please, what would u do to stop?" She ignored me and continue securing more rounds of the tape around the table. I never felt so helpless and fearful. "What do you want now? Let me go, you bitch."

She finally stop and looked up at me, "How about a little anticipation for you" and without waiting for my answer, she took out a scarf from her drawer and tie it over my eyes. She went away again and there I was, standing there, bent over with my hands bonded to the table. Its only when I felt a cold chill down my spine then I realise that she went to get a scissor and is now cutting away my blouse. "No, stop it, please. What do you think you are doing? Please stop." She ignore my cries and when my blouse is totally off, she proceed to undo my bra and skirt and left me standing there with only my g-string on. With the blindfold, I can't see where she is or what she is up to so I asked in a small voice, "So what now?"

 

[scribe_m]

Mmm. Mmm. I love sucking a woman's breasts. The firm taut little nipple in my mouth. The texture of the aerolea. The soft firmness of a woman's breasts. Sometimes, if I look closely, I can see the tiny soft hairs on her breasts. God, what a turn on. "Oh, Faye... you look so lovely..." I gasp, breathing into her firm wonderful mounds. I take a mouthfull of boob and she's arching into me. Mmm... god fuck I need more of this. I begin to grind my panties into her sexy sheeny legs. I know my pussy's becoming wet? What about hers?

Only one way to find out... Ignoring her meaningless pleading, I bend her over the office table, taping her down. "Bitch? Hmm? Well, I'll show you 'bitch'..." I love how her ass is spread on the table. "I want to see some of that lovely body of yours." I take a pair of scissors and start snipping. Snip, snip, snip. "I'm sure you can get a new top at Target," I leer. "Although I didn't know they had a section for tramps who dress like sluts!" I reveal her soft smooth back. And one snip later, her bra is undone. I cut from the waist down of her tight little skirt and... She really is a slut! A g-string to work??? I don't even have that sort of sleazy taste! I pull the g-string and slide the metal handle of the scissors along the crack of her ass. "Geez, what's the point of cutting this stupid g-string? I can already see your butt!" And what a fine ass it is. I kneel down, now running the handle of the scissors across her tight puckered assholed. I spread her asscheeks and begin to lick, sliding my tongue slowly down her asscrack, and then to her hole. "Mmm... think Jackal would like to fuck your ass? Maybe his cock entering you would feel a little like this..." I stiffen my tongue and begin playing with the entrance of her asshole. My own panties become nice and wet, as I enter the tip of my tongue into her ass. I insert it as hard as I can, then play with her asshole with my finger. I sink it in, slowly, deeply, and fuck her ass with my finger. Then another. Then another. "My, for a girlie with a tight ass, you can sure accomodate quite a few fingers! Now tell me. Tell me I'm a bitch so I can punish you for being a bad little girl..."


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