-Him
I know that this time you are at work. Busy. Stressed. But I know just the way to relieve you from it. And I know you can't refuse.
I call you.
"Hello, hun."
"Stop what you doing and go to the bathroom," I command with a deep voice, not letting you have any objections.
"Yes sir," you respond with a low voice, already surrendered.
I hear steps, noises, and doors opening and closing.
And then your breath. Slow. Trying to keep you calm.
I already know you are wet.
"Pull your skirt up and make a wedgie to yourself," I command with a steady voice.
I only hear a moan when you do it.
"Keep one hand on your underwear and the other will go to your nipple," I continue my steady flow of commands.
I hear you hold back a small moan when your hand finds its way to your nipple and pinch it.
"Start pulling and lowering your underwear up and down in your clit, while massaging and pinching your nipple," I say and get ready to hear your response.
-Her
I hear your voice and feel my heart race as I listen to your command, unable to do anything but follow it. As I make my way to the bathroom, I can feel the moisture between my legs as a wet spot surely develops on my panties. As I make my way into the bathroom and lock myself into a stall, I hear your voice again.
I grab the back of my panties and slowly pull them up, feeling the soft material glide between my ass cheeks, and begin to slide against my wet pussy.
I use one hand to keep the wedgie in place, while I use the other on my nipple, moving my bra aside as I pinch and pull at it, closing my eyes at the pleasure and picturing your hand instead of mine. I suppress a moan, conscious that I'm still at work.
I hesitate for only a second at your next command. I start slow, softly punching and lightly tugging, but as my excitement and arousal build, so does my speed. A moan escapes my lips, louder than I intended. I lose myself in the pleasure of it all, feeling the wet spot spread across my panties as they rub against my clit, waiting for your next command
-Him
Your moan gives me the answer I desired. I know you very well and I know how wet you are. And I know I can make you more.
"Build you speed up on both hands. And if you moan you must increase your speed." I command.
And I hear your breath break into smaller and smaller. You moan two times and each time I know you are on the verge of an orgasm.
"Stop," I say in a deep voice, and you gasp for air, trying to pull yourself together.
I wait for 5 seconds, then I give you my final command for this round.
"Pinch your clit," I instruct, and I hear the orgasm wave over your body.
I wait till your breath comes back to normal.
"Thank you," I hear you say.
"Not yet. Don't. In a while you might hate me," I say and without waiting for your response I continue, "Pull yourself together, stuff your panties in your ass and go back to your desk. While going there, move your hips as sexually as possible. Take two rubber bands, one paperclip, and a pencil."
I don't hear any answer, only sounds, indicating your actions. Doors opening and closing, drawers sliding, and stuff being gathered.
I know your libido is very high after orgasm and that you want more, so I can imagine you are feeling. The await must be killing you.
Doors again then silence.
"Now, put the rubber bands very tight to your nipples and connect them with the paperclip."
I hear a moan leave your mouth.
"And the pencil?" I hear you ask.
"Bite it."
-Her
The orgasm comes over me, and my legs shake under me, struggling to hold myself up as I lean against the bathroom wall. I smile to myself, knowing we were nowhere near done and just getting started.
I follow your orders and slip my panties off, the wet spot larger than I thought it was and the smell of cum filling my nostrils. I rubbed the panties across my wet pussy a couple of times to lube them up, moaning as I do. I bend myself over and work them into my tight asshole, feeling daring and letting a little hang out. I lower my skirt and take a breath before heading back to my desk.
I swing my hips as if I were in a club and not working, feeling the fabric of my panties brush the top of my thighs as they hang out of my ass. I notice one of the male workers watching me with a look in his eye, and I give him a quick wink as I reach my desk, heart thudding with the excitement of what was to come. I grab the supplies and walk back to the bathroom.
Hearing your voice again sends my heart pounding, and I can already feel my wetness spreading to my thighs. I bind the rubber bands around my nipples, wincing as I do, and connect them with the paper clip - I begin to wonder if you're watching my every move...
I moan as I get the paper clip in place, and place the pencil in my mouth between my teeth
-Him
I know how you like to scream when you have a full-blown orgasm and I want you to keep your job. And you know it too. From now on only moans. Nothing more.
My plan is devious and unknown to you. But I know you have some weaknesses, and I will exploit them.
"So, now cunt you are mine. You are nothing more than my little bitch. A cum whore. An orgasm object," I start calling you names, with a calm voice, filled with lust.
You can't resist this. You get wet only by being called slut. It turns you on.
And now I know that you start dripping.
"If you make even the move to touch yourself, the whole building will hear what an orgasm whore you truly are. Everyone will know how you like to lock yourself into the bathroom and fuck yourself with your fingers. To open your little holes and pinch your hard nipples," I continue as I hear your voice yet again getting slower.
You start building up and I hear a movement.
"Don't. I dare you. Do not try me today." I command, letting my wrath be obvious, for trying to disobey me.
"For this action slap your pussy 3 times as I count.
"One, two!" I say in a quick motion and I hear the two slaps. Wet and hard.
"Three!" I command after 3 seconds. I hear a moan and almost a plead.
"But hun, we are only getting started!" I whisper.
-Her
I hear your voice insulting and degrading me. I lean against a wall for support as the juices begin to run down my legs. The urge to touch me becomes strong, and even, more so when you tell me not to. My pussy is screaming for attention, and I don't know for how much longer I can deny it. I pinch my nipples, moaning. I can't help it anymore. A hand reaches down and lifts my skirt, but before I can do anything else, your voice stops me and I shudder at your words.
"One two-" I spread my legs wide and hike up my skirt with one hand, using the other to deliver the slaps. I slapped hard and through the pleasure, I could feel the sting of them. My hand comes away wet, covered in my juices already. I deliver a third, and as the sting begins to fade away, my arousal has increased tenfold. I moan and whimper, wanting little more than my fingers - or yours - inside me
-Him
"Good girl! Now unlock the door!" I command.
I don't hear any objections and I hear you do as I say.