The Office Slave #2: The Boss Read online

  "I'm sure this would be much more exciting if you didn't know who was touching you. Or how many of us."

  She murmured in disapproval as he drew away, then his words sank in.

  How many? So the others were here, too.

  "Don't worry. Even if you can't hear anyone, you won't be left alone. Someone will be here watching you. Okay?"

  She nodded, longing for him to touch her again.

  He said nothing more, but she could sense he was still there. And so were others.

  Excitement quivered through her as a hand cupped her breast. It was so big and warm. Then someone cupped her other breast. She felt the heat of someone in front of her and cloth brushed her thigh. A man's suit. He was crouching down.

  One hand moved away from her breast and a mouth covered her nipple.

  "Oh, yes," she murmured as she arched forward.

  He teased her nub with his tongue, then sucked lightly.

  Another hand flattened on her belly, then glided downward. Her breathing accelerated as the fingers reached her shaven mound, then glided along her folds. When they nudged against her opening, she moaned softly, arching her pelvis forward.

  "She's eager," Neil said from beside her.

  The mouth left her breast. "And I'm so fucking hard." The latter was Mike's voice.

  "Guys, you've let her know who's who," Slade said from behind her. It was his hand cupping her right breast. "Switch around."

  Their hands abandoned her, leaving her shivering. She heard movement, then sensed them moving in close again. A hand tucked under each of her breasts, then lips surrounded her nipples. Two men began to suck.

  "Ohhh."

  Someone in front of her pressed his smooth cheek against her stomach, then drove his tongue into her navel.

  Oh, God, please move down and lick my clit.

  The lips nuzzled her skin, then began to move downward, but just as they brushed her naked mound, Mr. Grant's voice interrupted.

  "Break's over."

  Nooo.

  The hands and mouth moved away.

  She slumped in the chair, a quivering mass of need.

  "Tell me, Sylvia. Are you turned on?" Mr. Grant asked.

  "Yes, Sir," she said in a shaky voice.

  "Good."

  She felt fingers moving against her hair, then the blindfold loosened and slipped away. Granger was kneeling in front of her, with Mike and Neil on either side of her. Slade sat in a chair at the table only a few feet away, watching.

  "Now I'd like to be entertained." Mr. Grant settled into the chair beside Slade. "Mike, show us how wet she is."

  Mike smiled as he stroked along her intimate lips and then drew them open. Her whole body shivered as Mr. Grant's gaze locked on her slick opening.

  "Now stroke her lightly."

  Mike's fingers stroked along her folds, making her hormones sing.

  "Show us her clit."

  He found the nest of folds protecting the sensitive nub and drew them apart.

  "Nice," said Neil.

  "Neil, is this making her wet?" Mr. Grant asked.

  Neil reached down and stroked her slick folds. "Man, is she ever." His fingers glided inside her warmth. "Damn, I want to stuff my cock into that."

  Her vagina clenched at the delectable thought of Neil's hard cock driving into her. He had certainly lost his shyness.

  "Is it hard enough?" Mr. Grant asked.

  "Are you kidding?" Neil stood up and unzipped his pants, then drew out his rock hard cock.

  Her gaze locked on his thick shaft, veins pulsating along its length, and she licked her lips, longing to have it inside her.

  "Feed it to her."

  "You bet."

  She shivered in anticipation as Neil pressed close to her side and nudged her cheek with his hard cock. This certainly wasn't the same shy Neill she'd met last week. She turned toward him and opened her mouth as he pressed his tip against her lips. His big, mushroom-shaped head pushed into her mouth. She licked him, tasting the salty drop on the tip, then opened wider as he pushed further inside. He went about halfway, then glided back. Then forward again.

  "Granger and Mike, I want to watch her suck the two of you, too."

  Her heartbeat accelerated at his words. She couldn't believe how excited this was making her.

  Both Mike and Granger unzipped and pulled out their cocks as they moved closer. Neil drew out and Mike, who stood in front of her, pressed his cock to her mouth. She took him inside and licked his tip, then swirled her tongue around his corona.

  "Oh, baby, that feels great."

  He pushed deeper and she squeezed his hard flesh with her lips. After a couple of strokes, he pulled free and she turned to Granger on her other side. He stroked her cheek with his hand, smiling down at her, then pressed his hard tip to her mouth. She licked then swallowed him deep, squeezing and sucking.

  They took turns filling her mouth, her lips stretching around their big shafts. Gliding inside for a few strokes, then pulling out.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Slade approaching. As Mike's cock slipped from her mouth, she saw that Slade had pulled his enormous cock from his pants and was stroking it. She could hardly wait to feel his bit member slide into her.

  Then Granger filled her mouth and she concentrated on sucking him.

  "I want to get in on this action," Slade said.

  Mike moved away and Slade stepped in front of her. Granger and Neil both stepped back, too.

  She gazed hungrily at his plum-sized cockhead and licked her lips. She really wanted to taste him again. His hot, hard flesh nudged against her lips. She opened wide as his cockhead moved forward. Her jaw ached with the effort, but she loved the feel of him filling her mouth.

  Then he pushed deeper. He was so big, she could only take a little of him. He glided back, giving her aching jaw a rest, then he moved deeper again.

  She felt his fingers against her wrist, then the band fell away. He released her other wrist, too.

  "Wrap your hand around me," he instructed.

  She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, loving the feel of the hot, kid leather flesh in her hand, then leaned forward and widened her throat as much as she could to take him deeper. Being able to hold his cock in her hands and guide him made her more confident.

  She felt her hair loosen as he unfastened the barrette, then it tumbled around her shoulders. His fingers glided along her scalp, sending tingles through her, then entwined in her hair.

  She took him deeper still, his cock gliding in and out of her mouth in a slow rhythm. She allowed him to guide her head forward and back, going a little deeper each time. Then she squeezed his shaft and moved back to suck on his cockhead.

  "Oh, yeah. That's great."

  She was very conscious of the other men watching them, especially Mr. Grant. She shifted in the chair, wanting to make Slade come in her mouth. But she drew him out.

  "May I make him come, Mr. Grant?"

  He smiled. "By all means."

  She wrapped her lips around Slade again and sucked in earnest, her other hand gliding underneath to cup his balls.

  "Oh, fuck, I'm close." He sucked in air and his hand tightened around her head.

  He pulled her head closer as she twirled her tongue around his cockhead, then sucked again. He groaned and she sucked harder, then he tensed. Hot liquid shot into her mouth, then gushed down her throat. She swallowed, and kept on sucking. She swallowed again and his cock softened, slipping from her mouth.

  The other three men were stroking their naked cocks while Mr. Grant sat watching.

  Her gaze locked on Mr. Grant. Although he was keeping his distance, she could see the heat simmering in his eyes.

  "Would you like me to make the others come, too?" she asked.

  "No, I want them hard and ready." The twinkle in his eye made her hungry to know exactly what he had in mind.

  "Mike, free her ankles, then bring her over to the table."

  Her breathing became shal
low. Was Mr. Grant finally going to touch her?

  Mike released her ankles and hooked his finger in her collar just as Mr. Grant had done, then guided her to the table. He positioned her in front of Mr. Grant and she happily endured his hot, hungry gaze gliding down her body. But he didn't touch her.

  "Move the chair and lean her over the table."

  Neil rolled the empty chair out of the way and Mike pressed her to the table and, with a hand on her back, bent her over until her naked breasts pressed against the tabletop. Her nipples ached at the feel of the cool wood.

  "Mike, Granger and Neil, I imagine you'd like to drive your hard cocks into her hot pussy."

  "Fuck, yeah," Granger said.

  "Do it."

  Her insides quivered at the thought. She wanted to feel their hot, hard cocks inside her. All of them.

  Neil stepped behind her first. Hard flesh brushed her slick folds, as he guided his swollen cockhead to her opening. She drew in a breath as he eased forward. Oh God, it felt wonderful. He went deeper, his thick shaft gliding along her sensitive inner passage. He filled her all the way, then drew back.

  "Oh, that feels so good." She arched her head back and glanced around to watch him thrust forward again.

  "Sweetheart, you have me so fucking hot, I'm going to come in no time flat."

  He drove deep again, then again. Her breathing accelerated as pleasure swelled within her.

  "Sylvia, Neil can come, but you may not."

  "Oh, no," she moaned as the pleasure swelled higher. But she sucked in air and pushed back the orgasm that was quickly rising within her.

  The big cock stroked inside her again and again and she squeezed him, loving the sound of his labored breathing. He thrust in short, hard strokes until finally he groaned loudly and she could feel his seed spurting into her.

  He slumped against her, his hand cupping the side of her breast.

  Then he stepped away.

  Mike moved into position behind her and she almost didn't want his big cock to slide into her, because she wasn't sure she could hold off her orgasm this time. But he glided in, filling her with hot, hard cock. She squeezed him, then was sorry she had because it jolted her closer to the point of no return. She was so close, she knew he could just stand still with his big cock inside her and she could bring herself to orgasm just by squeezing him again.

  Mike drew back then glided deep again. Slowly.

  After three excruciatingly exquisite strokes, Mr. Grant stopped him.

  "Mike, I want you to fill her ass."

  "My pleasure."

  With his cock still filling her pussy, Mike dipped one finger inside her, then a second. She moaned, desperate to hold off the orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. Then his fingers slid out and he stroked her back opening. She murmured as he entered her tight canal with both slick fingers. He swirled and stroked, then widened the fingers, stretching her. His cock glided along her vagina as it slid out, then she felt his slick cockhead against her back opening. She remembered how sexy it had been when two of them had taken her last time and she longed to relive that experience. She gazed at Mr. Grant, still sitting in the chair beside where she stood, watching Mike as he slowly pressed his cock forward to fill her ass.

  Would Mr. Grant be the one to fill her pussy while Mike fucked her ass? She yearned to see his cock, to stroke it and wrap her lips around it.

  She wanted him to fuck her so bad. To bring her to a big, earth-shattering climax.

  Mike's cock went deep, and she groaned. It felt so good inside her.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her to a standing position, then he turned around, keeping his cock embedded in her ass, and leaned against the table she'd just been bent over. Granger stepped toward her with a hot gleam in his eyes. She felt his hard cock against her pussy, then he drove deep, his thick shaft stretching her mercilessly.

  He drew back and then drove forward again. Mike's cock, still filling her ass, glided back then forward. She loved the feel of being sandwiched between their two hard bodies.

  The two men found a rhythm and were soon fucking her with deep, hard strokes. Her insides quivered in delight at the storm of erotic sensations. She gasped for air and fought the onslaught of heightened pleasure.

  "Oh, God, Sir. I'm so close. I…" She sucked in a deep breath as the pleasure swelled uncontrollably. "I don't think I can—"

  Granger drove deep again.

  She whimpered as an orgasm began to blossom. "I…" She shuddered with the effort of fighting it back. "Just…"

  Granger's cock drove deep again, followed by Mike's.

  She moaned as her control slipped. "Can't."

  They both drove deep again and she knew she was going to lose it.

  "Oh, God." She wailed, her whole body trembling as pleasure exploded through her, catapulting her to heaven. Bliss rippled through her in waves.

  The two men continued thrusting into her, driving her pleasure higher. Mike groaned, followed by Granger, and hot liquid gushed inside her.

  Her breathing calmed as she stood between the two big bodies, still leaning back against Mike. Both cocks still filled her, but had diminished in size.

  The men still wore clothing and she longed to feel their hot, muscular flesh against her.

  Granger eased away, kissing the top of her head before his cock slipped from inside her. Mike steadied her on her feet, then stood up.

  She glanced at Mr. Grant and he raised an eyebrow.

  "You disobeyed me."

  "Yes, Mr. Grant." She bowed her head, to look properly contrite. "I'm sorry, Sir."

  He stood up and unfastened his belt, then pulled it off.

  "Lean over the table."

  She eyed the leather belt in his hand as he doubled it over, wondering if she should end things now. Tell him this was going too far.

  But she didn't want to. She wanted to see Mr. Grant's big cock. She was sure it would be every bit as big as Slade's. Maybe even bigger.

  She wanted Mr. Grant to take out that big cock of his and drive it deep inside her until she screamed in pleasure. And he wouldn't do that if she wimped out now.

  She leaned over the table. He placed the belt against her ass, giving her time to get used to it, then he lifted it and brought it down with a smack. It wasn't a hard slap, but it stung. He swiped it down again and she yelped at the burning pain.

  He tossed the belt aside and grazed his fingertips over her hot flesh in a light, soothing stroke.

  Then he smacked her ass with his hand. It smarted, but sent erotic sensations fluttering through her. He smacked again, then stroked gently. Excitement skittered through her as his hand glided downward and a finger lightly brushed her slick folds. Without thinking, she arched her ass up, wanting desperately for him to slide a finger inside her.

  But he didn't. He backed away and told her to stand.

  "It's time for lunch," he proclaimed.

  But she didn't want to eat lunch. She wanted to eat him.

  * * *

  Slade took her hand and guided her from the room, then led her back to his office. He handed her a man's white shirt. She stared at it, surprised.

  "I figured you might want to be comfortable while you eat."

  "Mr. Grant won't mind?" She pulled on the shirt, which hung to mid-thigh on her, and fastened two of the middle buttons.

  Slade chuckled. "You're really into this, aren't you?" He walked to a small bar fridge beside his credenza and pulled out a brown paper bag, then set it on the small meeting table at the other end of his office. "No, he won't mind."

  She sat on the chair facing his desk and kicked off her pumps, then stripped off her stockings. Next, she reached inside the robe and unhooked the garter belt, then dropped it on his desk.

  Slade opened the bag and pulled out two sandwiches. "I brought you some lunch." Then he grabbed two sodas and opened them. She walked toward the table, but before she could sit down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. His lips clai
med hers and she melted against him.

  He was big and sexy and despite the crazy, erotic fantasy he and the others had helped her bring to life last time, of her being slave to four business partners, her time with Slade had been almost romantic.

  His tongue slipped into her mouth and he explored, setting her hormones humming.

  "Slade, what about lunch?" she asked breathlessly when he released her lips.

  "Oh, sorry. You must be hungry."

  She laughed, then stroked over the bulge in his pants with a grin. "You bet I am."

  Then she sank down in front of him and unzipped his pants, then reached in for his big, hard cock. He was the biggest of the four partners and his thick, long cock throbbed in her hand. She licked his tip, then swirled her tongue around him.

  "Mmm. That's what I want. A big, hot cock." She swallowed his cockhead and sucked in a pulsing rhythm.

  He groaned. "Fuck, at this rate, neither of us will get any lunch."

  She stood up and pulled open the shirt she wore. "Who needs lunch?"

  She grabbed his hand and backed up against the wall, pulling him with her, then she pressed his hand to her breast. He squeezed, heat simmering in his eyes.

  "I have been dreaming about fucking you again." He grabbed her wrists and forced them over her head, pinning them to the wall with one hand. With the other, he stroked her breasts, then down her belly. When his fingers found her slick slit, she dropped her head against the wall and sighed.

  "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast."

  Her whole body tingled with need. "Yes, please."

  His hard flesh pressed against her, then he drove in hard. Oh, God, she'd forgotten how good he felt inside her. Even though she'd dreamed of him almost every night, no dream could match the reality of his enormous cock driving into her.

  She arched forward, moaning, her wrists straining against his grip. His cock was incredibly deep inside her, his exceptionally thick shaft stretching her wide. He glided out, and she trembled at the erotic caress, then he drove in again.

  "Oh, God, Slade, make me come," she pleaded.

  He thrust again and she whimpered, her wrists pushing against his grip.

  "Fuck me, Slade. Fuck me."

  Again and again he drove into her until she was moaning in abandon.