The Office Pet

HER

You are working at your desk, it's about 10:30 in the morning, lunch is not for a while, and your day seems to be dragging by a bit. You are glad for one slight diversion, though. For there i am, your little office pet, with my leash tied so very securely to one of the file drawer handles. i am crouched down extremely low under your desk. i have just slipped off your shoes and socks, and i am licking the balls of your feet.

i know you have had such a busy weekend, and i know now that you have

such a busy work week ahead. i want you to start your Monday off very well.

it tickles you a bit to have my tongue on you in that manner, but you are in Dom fashion, and allow me no evident response (at least not yet.) and you only tug a bit at my leash to encourage me on further. i start with your left foot, and i so very appreciatively take each succulent toe into my mouth. i kiss, lick, and suck in such a way as to cleanse and to help you relax a bit as you are working. and even as it is relaxing, you are also revived. Seeing me in such subbie posture stirs you, and you begin to feel a slight twitch in your groin. as i moan, and look up at you with my most precious and begging eyes, your dick pops up more fully.

i ask in a low but pleading voice,

"Sir, if i have pleased you even a little bit, might i continue to try and do more, by sucking and licking your cock the way I have sucked and licked your toes?"

You reply, "move your mouth on up here, bitch.."

As you grab my hair, causing my head to bump the bottom of your desk just a tiny bit. i smile so excitedly, for nothing is more fun for me than to gobble on that lovely and luscious cock of yours. And as my Dom, you know and understand how it makes me feel to serve you in this manner, knowing that any of your fellow colleagues could come up the stairs at anytime. . .

As i suckle on your balls, i slurp and cover your cock with all of my yummy saliva. i nibble at the pool of pre-cum that has formed on the very tip--- i look up again with begging and sexy slave eyes, i speak almost breathlessly asking,

"Sir, may it please you much to spray your cum all over my face?"

You answer, "yes, little one- it would please me very much. Suck me any longer my little dick whore, and that's exactly what I will do. I will fuck your face and then finish by covering your face with all of my jism. Is that what my little cock-sucking whore wants? Is to be covered by her Dom's globs of cum?"

Because your dick is so long and so hard, i can only barely garble a "yes, Sir."

i begin bobbing my head back and forth allowing your dick to really fill my mouth, i begin to choke in that good way as your dick shoves its way to the back of my throat and scrapes the roof of my mouth. You feel your cock swelling and just as its ready to burst, you pull out, put your left hand on my forehead to hold me perfectly still, and you let your cum spray and drip all across my face. It hangs off my lashes, and its stickiness is quite evident on my cheeks and chin. . .

You pat my head with thanks, and allow me to curl at your feet while you finish those reports you working on. As the good office pet that i am, i will not disturb. i will sleep. Until you have a Dom's wish to have something else to cum on. . .

HIM

After I finish the report I look down where you are curled up, waiting. I prod you with my foot. When you a glance up I pass you a fat butt-plug from my desk draw.

"Put that in and kneel on the floor – your arse pointing towards the door." I order.

I watch entranced as you obey with puppy-like enthusiasm. Once you are on all fours you reach round and press the tip of the plastic cock against your enticing pucker. I might have seen it before but I am still amazed at how easily your arse takes anything shoved into it. I remember previous subs who squealed if even a finger went in their butt. I am proud of my subbie pet's anal talents and the pleasure I derive from your arse. I also enjoy the evident pleasure it gives you. From my chair I can see that your cunt juices are flowing and starting to run down your thighs.

The sight is exciting, but a full bladder distracts me. The men's toilet is downstairs and my schedule is tight. I stand up and walk the few paces to where you kneel. I pause to check your reaction and I am pleased to see that you do not move, waiting for my orders, awaiting my pleasure.

With one hand I grasp your hair and pull you up, with the other I unzip my suit pants. Taking out my cock I ask,

'Are you ready to be my toilet?'

I see you smile and nod your head. Your compliance is exciting, added to the horny sight of my cum drying on your cheeks and caked in your eyelashes. My cock is already starting to harden as you take it in your mouth, making it difficult to relax. I close my eyes then sigh as my bladder cuts loose. The stream starts and I hear you gulping and gurgling as you swallow my hot piss. When nearly done I squeeze my muscles to stop the flow and pull my shaft from your mouth. Relaxing again I point my cock at your face let the dregs loose in your hair. Zipping my self up I resume my seat, telling you to resume your position of subservience.

I eat my sandwiches at my desk. I save one for you and place it on a plate in front of you, along with a bowl of water for you to lap from. You truly know the meaning of being my 'bitch' now.

Shortly afterwards you hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. You know better than to move, or look over your shoulder. But you cannot control the shaking brought on by humiliation and fear as you wait. You hear a gasp of shock when the door opens and the unseen visitor enters the room. Jim Broad is my best customer, a big man in every sense, a painter and decorator in stained bid-front overalls. He is here to discuss a big contract.

I stand up and shake his hand but he barley notices me – he can only stare at the end of the butt plug protruding from between your upturned arse cheeks and your puffy, glistening cunt.

'Can I get you anything Jim? Tea? Coffee? Or perhaps you'd prefer a blow-job?'

This gets his attention. He looks at me for the first time. He nods in your direction.

'From her?' he grunts.

With a broad smile I tell him. 'You might be my best customer Jim, but you aren't getting it from me, that's for sure.'

We both laugh at that and he looks at you with renewed interest whilst he starts to unbuckle his overalls.

'It is mighty unusual way to start a meeting Hugh, but I'll not refuse your kind offer.'

I snap my fingers and bark at you, 'Up bitch, give my guest your leash. Suck Mr Broad's cock for him – quickly now.'

Knowing what is expected you raise yourself and shuffle over on your knees to where Jim waits for you, work clothes now around his knees and his fat, uncircumcised cock thickening at the prospect of your approach. Offering him the leather handle of your leash with one hand you take his shaft in your other and open your mouth to take the head of his cock into your willing wetness.

Almost immediately you are rewarded with a low, growling rumble of appreciation.

'Fucking hell that feels good' he moans as your head begins to bob up and down. You swirl your tongue around his cock – the way you know I like – and he loves it as well.

Ignoring his fairly pungent body odour you concentrate on giving him the best blowjob you can, trying to swallow every inch, slobbering and slurping his cock like the good cock-worshipping whore you are. It isn't long before he is holding your head and thrusting his hips to meet your downward swooping mouth. (if he wonders why your hair is wet I only know I wont be telling him.)

His cock is nowhere like the biggest you have swallowed but as he goes deeper into your throat you begin to gag and choke, flattering him that his cock is so big that you cannot cope. You risk a glance in my direction and see the faintest smile of approval on my lips, which warms your heart.

It isn't long before Jim begins to pant, his thighs twitch and his thrusting becomes more urgent. After another long moan you hear him shout,

'That's it whore, take it all, swallow my cuuuummmmmm!', before he ejaculates.

You feel his hot seed filling your mouth and running down your throat. Well trained, you wait until you are sure you have drained him. Pulling back slightly you lick his cock clean, making sure you have every drop. Only when you are finished do you look up at him and flash a cheeky smile, opening your mouth to show him what a good office whore you have been. Job done you crawl back to your place and assume the position once more – savouring the salty aftertaste of his sperm.

Jim pulls his overalls up and slumps into the chair opposite my desk, red faced – recovering his breath. During the following negotiations he his putty in my hands. Previous meetings with Jim have been characterised by hard bargaining. A canny businessman he prides himself on getting the lowest price. But this time I get him to sign for 10% more than I expected – a marvellous outcome and all due to my pet.

As he leaves he shakes my hand and starts looking at you again with renewed interest. I can see the unasked question in his eyes.

'You'll have to come to our Christmas party Jim. I'm sure my pet will be more than willing to give you a special Christmas treat. With a loud laugh he tells me,

'It's already in my diary friend, see you later.'

He is barely gone a minute when you hear more footsteps on the stairs. Someone was obviously waiting for Jim to leave. This someone does not seem surprised to see you – at least they make no noise to indicate this. They seemingly know about my office pet.

'Hello Sanjay', you hear me say, 'you have last month's sales figures for me?'

'Yes Mr Dominic' the unseen man answers. 'They look pretty good too.'

'I'll be the judge of that' I tell him, but my tone of voice indicates a friendliness that indicates a good relationship with Sanjay. You kneel. Half hearing our conversations about 'AOP' and 'closing ratios'. When the conversation draws to a close I tell my sales manager,

'You've done a good job this month with your team Jay. I think you deserve the bonus I promised you.'

You can hear the excitement in his voice as he eagerly asks me,

'Can I have her arse?'

You don't need to be a genius to work out what has motivated this guy during the past month.

'Sure thing' I tell him expansively. Then I address you. 'Take your butt plug out pet and let Sanjay use you.'

Without looking around you start to comply. Even as you do you feel the end of your leash being taken up. Barely before the plug is out you feel Sanjay's cock-head pushing into your relaxed and open arse. Ordinarily your arse is receptive and easy to penetrate, proof of what a buttfuck slut you are. But prepared by the plug, your sphincter offers no resistance to my manager's long, slim cock. He is in your arse as deep as he can go with the first thrust. Looking up you see his reflection in the windows opposite, eyes closed in bliss. Then he tugs hard on your leash which does two things simultaneously. It pulls you back on to his cock and tightens the collar round your throat - straight away you start to pant as your breathing is restricted.

Sanjay starts to fuck your arse, tugging on your collar with each thrust. As a result it isn't long before you see spots before your eyes. But you enjoy this sensation and it increases your pleasure. Your cunt and arse muscles twitch and you feel the inexorable climb to orgasm increase in pace. You sob for breath and moan with pleasure as you are choked and buttfucked by my unseen employee. But as distracted as you are by these sensations there is a tiny part of your brain which keeps telling you – 'you may not cum. Only my Master has that right'.

Sanjay cums without warning, then half slumps across your back, muttering swear words in a language you don't recognise. Slowly his cock deflates and slips from your arse. His grasp on your leash slackens and the collar loosens around your neck. Gasping, your breath slowly comes back. As you return to the room you hear my telling my sales manager,

'If the team make target for the year you can have the pet as a plaything at the next sales meeting.'

You gently shudder with pleasure at the thought.

When you are recovered I gently take your arm and raise you into an upright but still kneeling pose. In this position you feel some blobs of cum drip from your arse and run down the inside of your thigh. My fingers gently brush your cheek, some flakes of dried cum flutter to the floor. Wordlessly I pass you a cup of iced water and you gratefully gulp it down.

Eyes downcast you murmur, 'Thank you Master.' Ordinarily I don't permit the use of this honorific, but pleased with your display I let it pass without comment this time.

'Back on all fours jen'

I order, repaying you with the rare use of your name – a sign of appreciation and affection. I walk round behind you and unbutton my flies. My cock is instantly throbbing and hard as I take in the sight of your cum filled arse. Kneeling behind you I place my cock head just into your gaping arse. I feel you tense up. With any other woman I would take this as a sign of reluctance, of fear that what is to come might cause pain. But with you I know it is a sign that what you most fervently want to do is thrust yourself back and swallow my cock with your arse. Only my previous training restrains you.

I stroke the lovely globes of your buttocks and murmur, 'Good pet', before I press forward, surging into you.

Sanjay might have gone in easily, but every inch of my prick stretches you. I hear your long exhalation of breath, matching the remorseless progress of my shaft into your bowels. You grunt when I pause at the point when I am all the way in. I hold still and hear you pant once more, the feeling of fullness so intense.

'You may cum when I tell you my anal whore'

Then I draw back and start to pound you. My balls are soon slapping against your swamp wet cunt and my fingers dig into your buttocks as I ensure that you benefit from every centimetre of my cock.

The feeling is so amazingly nasty and erotic that I quickly realise I wont last as long as planned.

'Are you ready my whore? I hiss

All I hear in return is 'Uhhuhuhhuh.'

I relax my iron control and bellow

'Cum for me, cum with my cock in your slutty arse.'

Instantly I hear you scream and feel you start to cum. The muscles in your arse contract and squeeze my cock in an intensely exciting grip. I roar with arousal and release as I empty the pent-up contents of my balls into your depths. My vision almost greys out with the intensity of my orgasm, your arse continuing to squeeze and massage my cock – as if it were as hungry for sperm as your mouth had been earlier.

When I regain my composure I stand and return to my chair. When you regain yours and look at me, I glance down at my still open trousers.

'Get over here and lick me clean my pet.'

As I see you smile and begin to crawl under the desk I turn my attention to my email inbox. I glance at the time I see it will soon be time for coffee. A smile crosses my face when I think of pet going to the Starbucks across the road for my afternoon latte.

I wonder if I should let her get dressed first?