Late evening. Open space nearly empty. Printer hums faintly. Colleagues’ glances linger on my tight blouse, half-unbuttoned, nipples teasing lace. Pencil skirt hugs my ass, stockings whisper on thighs, heels click sharp. Coffee scent mixes with my heavy perfume, arousal brewing. Boss Dumuzh texts: conference room, now. Heart pounds. Door clicks shut. Lock snaps. Mouse clicks stop outside. Marine and her boss Bergen wait. Chairs scrape. We kneel on carpet, poised, eyes down. Tension coils. ‘Choose your spot,’ Dumuzh says. ‘Table,’ I whisper. Bent over polished wood, wrists tied with HDMI cables, ankles secured. Skirt hiked, panties yanked down. Ruler cracks first. Ass stings. Slap echoes. Heat spreads. Pussy drips.
I glance. Marine strapped to adjacent table. Bergen’s paddle thuds her cheeks red. Swap. Bergen grips my ass. ‘Not hot enough.’ Paddle bites hard, dry smacks. I yelp. Short, brutal. Dumuzh’s playful on her. My cheeks blaze. Cunt soaks. He unhooks skirt snap. Blouse gapes, tits bare. Collar tight. Leads me leashed by tie through dim hall. Desks shadow us. Eyes could watch. Thrill spikes.
The Ambiance
Back in room. Head and wrists in jury-rigged stocks—cabinet door chained low. ‘Plug her,’ Dumuzh orders Marine. She kneels, tongue rims my ass. Slurps my juices lower. Cold plug tip teases. Ruby XXL pushes in. I gasp. Filled deep. They alternate: belt lashes, crop snaps. Ass jiggles, plug shifts inside. Waves build. ‘Lick her clit,’ Dumuzh commands. Marine’s tongue dives. Swirls my swollen nub. Pain and pleasure crash. I scream, shatter, subspace hits. Stars explode.
The Explosion
My turn. Tongue-fuck Marine’s gushing slit as her ass glows. She bucks, cums hard. Sweet nectar. Leashed again, crawl office floor. Carpet burns knees. Goosebumps rise. Dumuzh eyes sybian-like vibe on chair—dildo rigid. ‘Mount it.’ Straddle. Too tall. He lifts my ass. Gland breaches. Sink slow. Impaled full. Crowd murmurs approval. Ties ankles under, wrists back. Weight pins me. Then breast vice: binder clips twist nipples, ties squeeze globes. Flesh bulges, throbs. He tweaks clit random. I whimper.
Release. Tits freed, gasp relief. Dildo slides out, legs jelly. He pulls me close. Arms wrap. ‘Good girl.’ Husband’s warmth under boss mask. I melt. Readjust: blouse buttoned, skirt smoothed, hair tucked. Plug still hums inside. Wipe gloss, spray perfume. Door unlocks. Click. Back to late meeting. Smiles professional. Coffee sips. No one knows my ass burns, pussy aches, cum stains thighs. Adrenaline hums. Want more. Tomorrow?