Office Misconduct
Chapter Four
Sam's weekend was brutal, busy, messy, dealing with movers and placing furniture around his new home. All day he directed the guys to turn things the right way, place artwork on the walls at the right height. Sweaty and sore as he too helped unload the truck, he was not ashamed to get himself worked up and pumped. He actually liked having his arms bulged out, his abs rock hard, his leg muscles molding out into his shorts. Even the pain was to his satisfaction, almost going beyond his limits. He fed the movers breakfast and lunch to keep them active and on the property as he planned on having this done before the sun went down.
Sam paid the movers well for all their hard work, noting a couple of them were young and built well. He asked what gym they attended and got a good referral for one. He tipped them generously and both looked at each other as if he was gay or something, their faces contorted and eager to get moving. He snickered at this, letting them think what they wanted. He saw the way they both looked at him while he worked his muscles to match their hard work. "I assume you go there for the girls, right?" Each one looking back and echoed, "Yes", with one adding, "Probably the hottest girls from the college go there. You should join, come check them out with us." Sam nodded and assured them he would as he closed his new front door behind them, finishing just in time for the sun to lower over the horizon. Sam would not miss his work out sessions, even considering he had helped them move some of his own equipment into a spare room next to his bedroom.
This image brought him to thinking about Già , speaking of young and fit, tanned legs and cleavage. He imagined she was lacking tan lines despite not seeing her nude, but the stuck image of her spreading those legs during the informal interview certainly showed no panty lines from a bikini bottom.
Sam poured out a scotch over ice, swirling the liquid around the glass, opened his large patio door, walked out towards the well-lit pool and sank his ass down on the edge, his legs shin-deep in the chlorinated water. He sipped that cooled liquid, the scotch a familiar burn down his throat. Closing his eyes as he saw Già swimming in this very pool, splashing him with the cooler water, soaking his shorts only to reveal his lifted bulge. She would swim towards him, giggling out some apology as if she was really sorry, folding herself over his legs, noticing this bulge and dragging a finger over the ridge.
He would not stop her, he would look down at her and ask her, "Is my bratty baby girl feeling frisky?" His eyes still closed seeing her nodding and biting her lip, sliding the shorts open and taking his girth out of his shorts, kissing the uncut tip of his cock, the foreskin closed around the head, her lips kissing and sucking it in, feeling her suction, her teeth pulling the flesh further out, then a sudden jolt of her throat going down on him, pulling the sheath down to bring the arrowed head into her throat. Sam's arms bulged out, pumping himself into her throat, growling into the air, arching back and pumping his fully erect 9 inches into her throat, balls slap against her dripping chin. Each pull back peeled the foreskin back over his cockhead, dripping saliva down his base to his balls.
Sam was actually stroking himself, the scotch warmed his tongue, down his throat as he pulled on his own cock jerking himself hard, growling out his own bliss and aimed his leaking tip to his glass spewing his cum into the fluid. The ice congealed that cum into a gooey fluid. The amount of it was obvious, floating on the ice and swirling like a lava lamp inside the glass mixing with the scotch. He released his cock, swirled the glass in his hand, lifted the glass to his lips and took the entirety of it into his throat. The ice held back against his teeth, the flow of his own cum and scotch drained from the glass in just a few swallows. Contented with himself, he stood, grabbed his shorts he did not remember taking off and walked to his bedroom, fell to his new bed and let the air-conditioned air flow over his heated, nude body.
The bright Sunday sun awoke Sam, covered in a single sheet, noting he was going to have to get his windows shaded so he could sleep in on his days off. He haunched onto his elbows, the morning wood lifting the sheet upwards, grinned sheepishly as he threw the sheet off his torso, rather proud of his erection. He had been dreaming of Già again, this time waking up with him, her naked body on her side, ass facing his hip. Sam's cock twitched, the erection not going away on its own this bright Sunday morning. 'Was she going to accept the gift he sent her, wear it proudly around her neck?'
He knew it was too soon, but all he wanted was her to understand the offer and what it would mean to her. Hell, she could keep it and not say a word for all he cared. The expense was not the issue, but the very idea will be in her mind, that much he was certain. Sam kicked the remainder of the sheets off, stood, walked to his spacious bathroom, brushed his teeth while staring at himself in the mirror, his erection bounced on the counter's edge. He found himself alone in his new house, realizing he was hungry and would need to fill his pantry and fridge. An order soon to be made, but... he needed to focus on that hard, lifted cock and this aching he had was not going to release itself. If he did not find someone to fuck, either from work or from the gym, he will have to do something about this on his own.
Sam sauntered to his bedroom, opened a box on the side table, pulled out his Fleshlight, the glass suction attachment along with it and bounced his cock back into his bathroom. The glass showered window will do for now, he thought. Attaching the Fleshlight to the glass, he spat down on his cock, adding 'lubricant' to his grocery list in his head, palmed the glass and guided his cock into the toy, pushing his full cock into the rubbery pussy mold, stood there and let his piss flow into the plastic toy, the piss flowed backwards, dripping down the toy, to his feet as he pumped harder, releasing his flow to finally focus on his objective: to cum so hard inside this fake pussy and let himself relax the remainder of the day.
Sam again imagined Già , tits against the glass, her mirrored image in her focus, stretching out her walls, his baby girl taking his full cock, his palms slapping her ass, gripping her full breasts and fucking her so hard her moans would echo out into the marbled room, begging him not to stop. He'd fuck her until she came at least three times, her essence dripping down her tanned legs. It took a while of this image before his release finally flowed, the toy firmly wrapped around his thick cock.
He had fucked it so hard, the cum filled the rubbery walls, pumping the mixture of piss, cum and spit to lather his balls. He left that toy there, dripping his fluids out from the pussy-lipped entrance and finally turned on the water to cleanse himself. His uncut girth happily lowered to flap between his muscled thighs. He looked back at his toy, "I'll call you Slut from now on." Sam withdrew the shower head to clean his Slut thoroughly. He will be using this more often until he can find other ways to fulfill his needs.
Già sat on her bed wearing nothing but the necklace. She cupped under her full breasts, lifting them until the charm laid across them. "Thank you, Sir" she whispered. She let her breasts drop. Laid back on the bed and pulled her heels to her ass, dropped her knees to the sides. She couldn't help but wonder what he would think of her shaven pussy. She rolled her fingers over her clit feeling it harden and swell. Fuck, She was going to need more than her fingers this time. She got up and walked to her dresser.
Opening the bottom drawer she scanned her collection. "Oh what would you think if you could see this?" Her collection had grown past the small top drawer it had started in. She glanced at the vibrators, eggs, nipple clamps, and dildos. Reaching into the back She pulled out her thickest dildo. She lifted it up, frowning. It was hard to say if it was as big as Sir but it would have to do. She placed it on the floor and continued her search.
"Oh yes," she grabbed a mass of chains and shook them out. The mass fell into 3 chains in the shape of a Y, each with a clamp on the end. All 3 were connected at one point. A small black round box sit at the intersection. A small wire was encased in chains. She smiled, her nipples already hard and aching. She rummaged through the drawer until she found the small ring remote. It was meant to be slipped on a finger, the push button easily activated by a closed hand. She grabbed a bottle of lube and a vibrator and made her way back to the bed with her collection.
She repositioned herself on the bed, her toys within reach at her sides. She shoved her first two fingers of her left hand in her mouth, sucking on them letting her spit build in her mouth.
When they were wet she slapped them over her clit. She jumped and groaned at the faint ebb of pain. She slapped harder, giving her clit 3 hard slaps until she felt it pebble under her fingers. It was throbbing, she turned her attention to her nipples, rolling them in her fingers until they hardened, then she pinched them hard. Tears slid down her face. Her pussy clenched. She arched off the bed welcoming the pain. She sank back into the bed as she released them. She gave her clit another hard slap then reached for the clamps.
She rolled up, held her breath as she attached one of the smaller chains to her right nipple. She hissed as she closed it. She bit her bottom lip, her pussy pulled as the pain built. She repeated the process on her other nipple. She groaned as she closed her hand lightly, the clamps pulled and tightened. "OH Fuck, oh fuck," she moaned. She slid her fingers over her slit, she was wet. She slapped and rubbed over her clit getting it ready for the same treatment.
She pulled her clit up making a ridge where she could attach the last chain. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly as she clipped the clamp on. She bucked, the pain was intense. Her nipples throbbed harder. She laid back on her elbows, bucking and thrashing until the pain eased. She threw back her head, blinking away the tears. She tested the placement, curling her fingers over the button. She jolted, arching up, both her nipples and clit were on fire. She groaned, her legs twitched. Her pussy clamped down over nothing. She opened her hand, everything relaxed.
She grabbed the vibrator with her non ringed hand, smothered it in lube, careful not to push the button with her ringed hand although she didn't think she needed it, she was dripping. She turned it on high and held it at the top of her clamped clit. She kicked her feet, her heels sliding down the bed. Her ass lifted off the bed, her pussy throbbed.
