Chapter One
On my way to work tonight, an older man hit on me. He struck up a conversation, which led to him commenting on my attire. I was blushing. He kept staring at my breasts that were bouncing to the bumps in the road. My hardened nipples were abrading against the softness of my silk blouse. I found it hard to remain focused on the conversation. He was pleasant enough, but when we got off at the same stop, I became worried.
Come to find out, he works security in our building. I'd never seen him before and I couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was my Sir. He walked me to the elevator and said maybe he would see me around later. I smiled and thanked him. As the elevator door was closing, his eyes fell to my breasts again. When the door opens on my floor, my phone goes off. It's Sir, and he wants me to go to the restroom and insert my butt plug.
When I get inside, I lock the stall door. I lift my skirt and take the lube and plug out of my purse. I squirt some lube on my fingers and reach back and tease my tight hole. I've never played with it before but it does feel good. I press a slick finger inside and move it in and out. Then I add another. I can feel the wetness in my pussy, his pussy, as my fingers move in out of my ass. I whimper with need. I reach down with my other hand and stroke my clit. Oh, it feels so good.
I stop and squirted more lube onto the plug. It supposed to be a medium plug but it feels large as I press it against my tight opening. I move it in and out until it starts to slip past the tight ring. It burns a little when it seats into my ass hole. I stroke my clitty again to distract me from the burn. It makes me feel so full. I'm not sure how I'm going to concentrate on my work tonight with this inside me.
I'm startled by the beep of my phone. I quickly wash my hands in the sink and read the text. Sir wants to see a picture of my success. I place my leg up on the sink and turn away from the mirror. I can see the jeweled plug and snap a picture. While I'm there, a janitor knocks and enters the bathroom. It's a large black man and he catches me taking a picture of my plug. I yell at him to leave. He apologises and shuts the door.
I'm so embarrassed. I go back into the stall and sit down on the stool. My heart is beating out of my chest and my breathing is ragged. Oh my god, someone knows about this now. I'm thinking about the implications when my phone beeps again. Sir is asking where my pic is at. I send him the shot and explain what's happened. He texts back that the plug looks lovely in "his ass." I'm still upset about having been caught.
When he texts again, he has me tell exactly what happened. I tell him that the janitor knocked and entered while I was taking the picture and that I yelled for him to get out. He asks what was the janitor's reaction and I tell him that he quickly apologised and left. Sir then texts me that it sounds like I was rude to him. That he probably didn't think anyone was in the building at this hour and didn't mean any harm. I'm a little angry at Sir for taking the janitor's side. He must have noticed by my reply that this was the case, as he told me that we would discuss this later tonight and I should get to work as if nothing had happened.
That is easier said than done, but I go on about my business and start filing today's work. The feeling of fullness keeps me thinking about Sir. It's a constant reminder of him, as I go about the office. The time ticks by slowly because I thinking about seeing him later. His text sounded as though he might be angry with me. The thought of that almost makes me cry. I think back to how I treated the janitor and maybe I was too harsh with him. It's not like I meant to be, I was just startled and ashamed of being caught.
I finally sit down for lunch. The plug presses inside me, rubbing against the thin membrane of my pussy, his pussy. I find myself adjusting while I eat my can of tuna. When I'm finished, I go to the restroom and clean up. I only have a couple of hours before my shift is up. When I go back out, I see the same janitor there. I avert my eyes, as my face flushes. He apologises again, as I walk away.
When I get into one of the offices, I wish that I would have stopped and apologised to him for my rudeness. When I summon up the courage to do that, he's no longer out there. I make it a vow to find him again in the next few days to do just that. Maybe Sir will be proud of me and he will show some pity. Several minutes later, I get a text from Sir. He plans to meet me in the 3rd floor closet again, about 30 minutes before my shift ends.
I busy myself with the last few files. Walking around with this plug has been teasing me all night. The silky blouse teasing my nipples doesn't help any either. My juices have been leaking down my thighs. I smell my arousal. I'm a flustered mess, by the time I pack up my things and head to the 3rd floor. I slip into the closet and remove my clothes. I tie the cleaning cloth on as a blindfold again. I'm kneeling in my presentation position when the door opens.
I more afraid that it's not him because of the bathroom incident. A hand runs through my hair. I purr, as a thumb rubs across my lips. I take it into my mouth and gently suck on it. This for some reason, sooths me. I feel a gentle calming of my body. I know somehow, that it's him, my Sir. I press my breasts out, offering them to his touch. He reaches down and cups my left breasts. A gasps escapes from my lips, that are still around his thumb, and I suck harder. I hear a low grumble from Sir.
His hand teases my nipple, twisting it gently at first, then pulling it away from my body. I moan again and swirl my tongue around, as if it were his cock. He moves his hand to my other breast, teasing it too. My head falls back in rapture, feeling his hands on me again is in and of itself a release.
"I want to get into another position Michele. Get on all fours, with your legs spread, your head resting on the floor."
I comply and feel the plug adjust inside me. I feel so exposed this way.
"Now, arch your back and present my cunt and ass to me. I want you resting most of your weight on your elbows, with your hands even with your shoulders and pointing forward."
I get into this position, arching my back. This makes me feel more exposed, but very submissive. This heightens my arousal. His hands touch my upturned ass, his ass. He strokes me softly, touching the plug and pressing it further inside. I whimper as he does this. His fingers slip down between my splayed folds. They are slick from all of my juices. I can hear the slickness as he pushes two fingers inside me. I bleat out of need, as his fingers move in and out of wet channel.
"Thank you Sir."
"You're so wet. I guess wearing the plug has been pleasing to you?"
"It is a constant reminder of you Sir."
"MMMmmm, that's a lovely thought. Now tell me how you feel about being caught tonight."
"I was embarrassed Sir. After thinking about what you said, I was rude. I saw him again, and he apologized again. But sadly, I didn't return the favor. But I plan to at the next opportunity Sir."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, because I'm going to give you that opportunity now."
My heart sinks. Is he going to let the janitor see me like this? That question is answered when he goes back to the door and opens it. I hear two sets of shoes shuffle inside the closet. I hold my position but my body is trembling. A rush of my fluids seeps out of my folds.
Chapter Two
I hear them greet each other. Sir's hands rub along my back as they talk. The janitor's name is Mike. He apologizes to Sir, but is quickly told that I am the one who should be saying I'm sorry, for being so rude to him. Sir asks if he would help him move some boxes. I hear the movement near me.
"Stand Michele."
I get to my feet as quickly as I can. His hand touches my shoulder, and leads me to the stack of boxes in the middle of the closet. He bends me over them. He pulls my arms back behind me, and has me grabs each forearm, locking them behind me. He spreads my legs wide. This causes most of my weight to be supported by the boxes. My breasts hang down off the edge, as my ass is presented to Sir.
"Michele, I going to punish you for your rude behavior earlier to Mike. I wanted him here to witness this. Do you understand?"
"Yes SIr."
I hear him unbuckling his belt. The sound of the leather being pulled through the loops of his trousers, sends a chill down my spine. I haven't been whipped with a belt in my entire life. I wait in breathless anticipation. I hear Mike in front of me. Sir's hands rub along my trembling cheeks.
