Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling my husband's cock pressing against the small of my back. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his shaft, getting it nice hard and throbbing. Then, right before he was about to get on top of me, I looked at the alarm clock and jumped out of bed, saying: "Oh shit, I am gonna be late... shit, shit, shit." I grabbed some clothes and ran into the bathroom, leaving him with a massive, throbbing cock and no hole to put it in. I turned the shower on and waited for a few seconds. True enough, my frustrated husband started wanking off within thirty seconds of my leaving, that's how desperately horny he was, the poor thing. I snuck back into the hallway, right next to our bedroom door and listened to his moaning and his incessant jacking off. I grinned as I thought how angry he'd be if he knew I had plenty of time to get to work or if he knew I had looked at the alarm clock before wrapping my hand around his dick in the first place. Or if he'd know that a considerable amount of strange cock was going to boink his wife in every one of her slutty holes all the live long day. I listened to him groan and moan and eventually spray his load all over the sheets. After he collapsed on the bed, I snuck back into the bathroom and hopped into the shower, for real this time.
I had a big smile on my face all the way to work; I had tormented my husband for no good reason and it had gotten me so fucking horny. And it only seemed to get better: as luck would have it, Henry came running up just as my elevator was about to close. He got his hand in just in time and wriggled in, half out of breath.
"Good morning sir." I said as the doors finished opening.
"Open up your overcoat." he replied after looking at me briefly.
I turned to him and started undoing the big buttons of my brown suede overcoat; I had just finished undoing the last one when the doors closed. Without missing a beat, he grabbed both sides of my blouse's neckline and ripped it clean in half, sending buttons flying all over the elevator floor. Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the right strap of my bra with one hand and ripped the right cup off with his other hand, exposing my right tit. Then he did the same on the other side, exposing my left tit. Without the slightest delay, he pushed my loose overcoat out of the way, located the split of my red skirt and placed his hands on both sides of it. With a few powerful yanks upwards, he tore my skirt along the split all the way to the waistband. There, the fabric was too strong to be ripped any further upwards, but Henry would not be thwarted nor delayed in any way.
"Turn with me." he said as he held onto one half of the skirt as his other hand gently nudged me in a spinning motion, allowing him to rip my skirt further along the waistband as I turned in place. When I had come full circle, he was holding my entire skirt in his hand - all of it, except the strong waistband. He threw the skirt on the floor and grabbed my black, fancy panties, tearing them clean off me with both hands, exposing my cunt.
"Lift your left foot." he said as he discarded my ruined panties. I complied, leaning on my right foot for support. He took off my left shoe and used both hands and a fair amount of muscle to break off my heel, throwing both pieces of my shoe on the floor with a sigh of relief.
"With three floors to spare..." he said proudly as he looked at the elevator display.
I just stood there, unable to speak even if I had been allowed to; my brain was trying to make sense of what had just happened as I felt my soaking cunt contract. God, how I wished he'd fuck me right then and there, but a few moments later the elevator beeped, signaling the arrival at our floor.
Seemingly unaffected by the whole endeavour, Henry simply said: "Put your foot down."
I complied and followed him out - limping due to my missing and broken shoe - leaving my clothes or what was left of them on the elevator floor. As I hadn't closed up my overcoat, I was completely exposed, triggering a smile from Becky when she saw me walking in.
"Becky, come suck my cock." Henry said as he walked right passed her, towards his office.
"Yes sir." she replied, following him, giving me an apologetic look.
I looked down at myself and shivered with lust as I thought about the senselessness of it all; why had he destroyed all my clothes, humiliated me if he wasn't going to use me for sex. It made absolutely no sense, and I loved it. My nipples hardened as I thought of Becky sucking him off instead of me. I ignored my lust, took off my overcoat and what was left of my clothing and put new clothes from my work-stash. Shoes were the only thing I didn't had any spares of, but that was not going to happen again: I was going shopping after work!
When I was fully dressed, I headed back to the elevator to pick up the broken shoe I'd left in there. It took some time and quite a bit of effort, but eventually I managed to break off the heel of my other shoe, so I could at least walk evenly again. Becky came out of Henry's office a minute or so later, a small glob of cum running down her chin. As she wiped it off and put her finger in her mouth, she walked back to her desk and sat down.
"Here you go." she said, after reaching into one of her drawers, handing me a VISA-card. "Henry said you could use some new shoes." I smiled and told her what had happened and showed her how I had remedied the situation for now.
"What's the limit on this thing?" I asked, as I put the card in my purse.
"No limit." she smiled."
"Are you kidding?"
"No." she replied grinning. "Being a whore has its perks."
"I'll say."
"Let me give a piece of advice." she continued. "Always buy more than what you think you'll need. This place is very unpredictable. I once lost fourteen bras in a week."
"Fourteen?" I asked stumped.
"Yeah." she replied. "Eventually they weren't even fucking or using me anymore, they were just ripping them off me just for the hell of it."
"God, I am so fucking horny." I said as I cupped my left tit, squeezing it for a moment.
"Well, you're in the right place; a hard cock is never far off here." she replied as she turned back to her screen as we noticed Brian walking into the office. He was carrying several letters, one of which he was reading as he addressed me without looking at me.
"Maya... in my office, on your back on the floor... and take off your panties."
"Yes sir." I replied and rushed into his office, where I did as I had been told. When he walked in about two minutes later, he looked down at my spread legs - facing the door - and took off his coat. He stared at my cunt and slowly took out his cock, rubbing it for a little while, then took off his pants and boxers. While he jerked off a little more, he got on his knees right next to my head. A little inelegant he straddled my face, putting one knee on either side of my head, his balls touching my chin and his fist and cock rubbing against my nose. He scooted back just a tad until his fist started bumping against my chin repeatedly. He moaned and grunted for a few minutes as he just jacked himself to a finish. When he was about to cum, he aimed the tip of his cock at the center of my face and just kept stroking. A first volley splattered against my chin, my lips, my nose and the bridge of my nose; it was as if he was dividing my face in two. Using his free hand, he then nudged my face to the left, splattering a second and third volley all over that side and then did the same to the right side, firing another volley or two, followed by a few final drops. As soon as all the cum had left his cock, he used two fingers of his right hand to squeeze my nose shut. He could have simply told me to open my mouth, but I guess he preferred it this way. I played along and opened my mouth to breath, only to get his half-hard cock stuffed into it. I cleaned it like a good little slut, while drawing in some air as he was still keeping my nose shut. When he was done using my face as target practice, he released his grip on my nose and got up.
As I gasped in some air, he said: "Dismissed."
Demeaned, but still horny as fuck, I crawled up, picked up my panties and stumbled out of his office. After closing his door behind me, I quickly stepped into my panties and headed back to my desk. Before I had a chance to clean the copious amount of cum off my face, Carter came out of his office and - seeing that Becky was on the phone - signaled me over.
