Surprisingly, to Diane at least, the rest of the week at work went on pretty much as usual. The new outfits she had purchased were the only ones she wore, Juan checked her out every day that she was there, and for the most part Michael ignored her. At first she had been very surprised by his apparent lack of interest in her, but every so often he would do something little that would send her mind rushing back to that day on his desk. A couple times he came up behind her while she was at the copy machine and pushed his groin into her ass, once he had called her into his office and just sat there looking at her for a few minutes before dismissing her again (by the time he had let her go she was bright red and desperately wondering what was going to happen), and a couple other times he had taken the casual liberty of feeling her breast through her blouse while she sat typing.
But for her aching pussy, there was nothing. The biggest difference was that she spent every night masturbating before going to bed, and her level of sexual tension was the highest it had ever been. A few times she'd even gone into the restroom during her lunch break to get off because she couldn't wait till she got home. None of her orgasms gave her the relief she was looking for though. Although adept at getting herself off, her own orgasms were almost never as good as they were with a partner - and compared to the high level of pleasure that would have been possible that day on the desk, she was feeling woefully inadequate. The mere presence of Michael in the room with her got her wet, she was always glad when he was safely immured in his office when the door was closed. More work got done.
The next week she was starting to feel like maybe her performance the week before had been disappointing for him and that she would never find her satisfaction. Little known to her, Michael was quite enjoying the torment he was putting her through. He'd always had security cameras all over the office, and watching Diane rub her legs together under her skirts until she got desperate enough to go to the bathroom to relieve her tension was enticing, her actual performances in the bathroom were entrancing, and he wasn't ready to give in to her need yet. Soon though, very soon. Still, no reason to totally deny himself while dancing her on a string.
Diane was anxious when she was called into his office yet again that Thursday. Standing in front of his desk while he examined her, she wondered if it was going to be a repeat of last time where she would be dismissed without either of them saying a word. That would mean another trip to the bathroom for her, who knew what it meant for him. Finally, he snapped his fingers and gestured to a spot next to his chair. Immediately, she moved. Once in position he examined her again, agonizingly slow. Just being this close to him was causing her pussy to start leaking, and there were images of last week flashing through her mind.
"Take off your jacket." That incredibly sexy deep voice breaking the silence. Fingers flashed to the buttons, undoing them and shedding the offensive article of clothing. Standing only in a sheer white blouse with her red bra clearly visible through it, she could feel her nipples hardening as his gaze raked her chest. Bright white teeth... such a beautiful smile she thought. "The shirt." Shivers, slight hesitation... last week had been easier when he'd done everything for her. But if this was what she had to do to get her orgasm, she would do it. Strip, beg, plead, anything he wanted, if he'd only fill her pussy with the beautiful dick that had filled her mouth and throat. Trembling with anticipation, she removed the shirt. Hard nipples were clearly poking out from her breasts, begging for attention... he reached up his hand and gently rubbed each, causing them to stand further at attention while Diane arched her chest forward and panted for breath.
Smiling, smiling, "The bra." And it was gone. Proud 34D's, perky even without their support, topped with puckered cherry nipples. Now Michael reached up both his hands, sliding them up her slim waist and curving out to cup the undersides of her breasts. Breathe was coming raggedly as he roughly crushed them in his palms. Minutes were spent rolling the heavy globes between his hands, stroking lightly circles inward but never quite touching her nipples. He palmed her nipples, pushing harshly onto her whole breasts, and squeezing hard, mashing them together. Finally he grabbed one in each hand and pulled her forward and down until she was straddling her lap. Then, eyes level with hers and staring deeply, he crushed each delicate nub between his fingertips. A wordless cry, moaning, back arched towards the ceiling, the pain felt soooo good after the length of teasing. He pulled harshly on them, causing more moans, more pain, more pleasure. Parted legs over his lap, the spread causing her pussy lips to gape around her thong - which was already soaked - and her breasts were turning pink with the rough treatment they were receiving. Glazed eyes stared into deep brown ones as short breaths caused Diane's tortured breasts to heave.
Finally her gaze turned downward, to the hands that were playing with her body... the sight was astounding. His very large hands covered her breasts completely, and the color contrast between her slightly tanned skin and his dark black skin was so striking that she couldn't look away. Large black sausage sized fingers plucked at her tender nipples, which were becoming more sensitive every second. Watching them crush the tender buds she was amazed at how malleable her breasts were, how much they could be crushed. And how much pleasure it sent coursing straight down to her eager pussy. She could also see the bulge straining underneath his pants, and she could feel both her mouth and her pussy getting wetter at the sight.
Then his fingers closed roughly on her nipples again, causing her to gasp, and using her nipples he pulled her down off his lap until she was kneeling in front of him. "Unzip me". Again, hesitation. If she did this, there would be no way to deny complicity in her situation, this time she was not incapacitated and she did have some control. The sudden harsh slap to her right breast motivated her though, and small white hands unzipped his pants and pulled out the very hard and very heavy black dick. She wrapped both hands around the shaft, and was about to lower her head when he said "Stop." Startled she pulled back, and watched as he opened a drawer to the left of her head and pulled out a very familiar piece of rope. Smiling, he pulled her forward so that her head was resting on his thigh, breath warmly sliding over his dick, and he tied her hands together then to her arms in the same configuration as the week before. Leaning back in his chair he looked down at the sweet and beautiful face next to his dick before giving his next command.
"Suck." The command was almost unnecessary, she was so eager to have some part of him inside any part of her. Her lips slid tightly over the head, tongue licking and probing the small slit at its tip. A long deep sigh escaped him as her mouth continued it's slow voyage down the shaft, velvety soft confines for such a hard tool. Although she tried to get her mouth all the way down, like she had the week before, on her own it seemed impossible; so instead she just began working her mouth up and down as much of his dick as she could. The going got easier the longer she was doing it, hampered though she was by her bound hands, it made it hotter for her - and the view was spectacular for him. Her brunette head was bobbing eagerly, red lips sliding pleasantly over his dick, and with her hands behind her back her pinkened breasts with their angry red nipples were thrust forward and rubbing against his legs and chair. Unable to resist the temptation he reached down and started mauling her breasts again as she enthusiastically sucked him.
With something almost like amusement he started using her breasts and nipples as leverage to make her move as slowly or as quickly as he liked, and he started pulling her farther and farther towards him, forcing her to choose between choking down more of his dick or feeling steadily increasing pain in her breasts. Glancing at his clock he realized it was almost time for him to get back to work, although he had allotted himself a certain amount of time to enjoy her today he couldn't let himself fall behind on work either; so he reached up to her hair and undid it from the elegant knot in the back of her hands. Then, winding his large hands through her curls, he began forcing her mouth further and further onto his dick, until she was consistently taking its entire length down her throat again with his help.
He could feel the cum starting to rise, and reached down with his left hand to crush her breast while his right drove her mouth home and he thrust his groin up. Tears sprang to her eyes at the pain in her breast, but very quickly she was too busy swallowing the cum flowing down her throat to think too much about it. In this position it felt like his dick was even farther down her throat then when she had been bent over the desk, he could feel all her throat muscles pulsing around his dick as he released his load down her throat. Heavenly. He smiled down at the beautiful and eager little cocksucker who was still sucking and softly licking despite the fact that the dick in her mouth was slowly diminishing in size. Although when she had first began working for him he had wondered if she might be the type to enjoy his style of sex, he hadn't expected her to turn out to be such a wonderful find. Fingers slipped down to pinch each of her nipples hard, and then used them to tug her off his dick.
