Office Mating - Prelude 06

I lay bent over the armrest of the couch, my head on a seat cushion, my hands tied in the small of my back, my mind awash in the aftermath of the most pleasure I had ever experienced. My breath was still coming in heaves and gasps, my heart was pounding, I was coated in a sheet of sweat, and my hair must have had that "freshly fucked" look. My large tits were starting to spill out of my top from being manhandled, so my nipples were just over the tops of my bra cups.

Trent must not have climaxed: in the few glimpses of him, he was still standing proud. He took off all his clothing.

Trent knelt near my face, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and dragged my head and upper body toward his cock. The sting of his fist in my hair brought me from my post-orgasm reverie and made me suddenly aware of the feeling in my nipples as they rubbed against the seat cushion upholstery toward him.

I had completely relinquished control to Trent. I had completely given up the person I had carefully crafted over the prior 24 years in this moment, and for his pleasure. I knew what I was doing. I chose to do it. It was at once humiliating, scintillating, and magnificent. I opened my mouth to receive his cock without thinking, like a Pavolovian dog. Trent's cock slid across my lips and tongue; I relished the taste of my own sex.

He hit the back of my mouth, and my eyes watered as I fought back a gag. He withdrew about halfway, then growled "Take it!" and shoved his cock into my throat. "Ohhh yeahh... Take all my cock."

My eyes filled with tears, my nose started running, and I salivated, all while I was struggling not to gag, and my airway was cut off. He used his handful of my hair for some purchase as he withdrew, and shoved his cock back into my throat, stopping balls-deep in my mouth after about half a dozen thusts. My scalp was stinging, my nipples were prickling, my airway was closed off, my asshole was stuffed, and my pussy was buzzing from my prior orgasms. I was dizzy from sensory overload and lack of oxygen. He held his cock deep in my mouth for a heartbeat, then pulled it out. A stream of saliva, tears, and snot flowed from me onto the couch.

"Tell me why you do this," he instructed.

"Because you want me to." I answered. The admission sent electricity through my entire body.

"Whores do what their clients want them to do. Does that mean you're a whore?"

"I am *your* whore!" I panted, looking directly into his eyes as I emphasized the possessive pronoun. "Your personal slut to do with as you please!" My cunt and asshole pulsed in response to this statement.

"What am I allowed to do to you?" he demanded.

"Whatever you want. I am yours for your pleasure!" I responded.

Trent bent down close to my ear and husked, "How does it make you feel to be my fucktoy whore?"

"I am free. To love being filthy. To enjoy my own pleasure. To love being *yours*" I paused "however you want me."

With that, he shoved his cock back into my mouth roughly, plunging to the root. He fucked my mouth like it was my pussy. I felt more saliva spill out of my mouth, more tears stream from my eyes, and my thoughts thinned from lack of oxygen. My own breathing and consciousness did not matter. Neither did the pain in my throat or scalp. Being treated like I was an object, being used like this, made me happy deep within. No, not happy. Something else and more fundamental... I could not grasp what it was as he continued to fuck my throat.

Trent pulled his cock out of my mouth and released my hair. My face lay on the seat cushion that was soaked with my saliva. I was gasping for breath, nearly delirious. He walked around behind me. After a moment, I felt him spread my ass apart, then I felt his tongue on my pussy. I gasped and breathed sharply in as he swathed his tongue across the entirety of my clit and vulva, drawing his tongue up to the rim of the butt plug. Despite the sweat on my body, goosebumps formed on my forearms and back under my blouse as he licked around my asshole.

This did not go unnoticed. "You like that, don't you?" I managed to nod, burying my face in the couch cushion. "You are such a dirty fucktoy!"

He worked his tongue back across the lips of my cunt and down to my clit. I arched my back to give him better access and he rewarded me by sucking my button into his mouth. He began licking firmly as I gasped and grunted and struggled against my binding.

"Oh god! You're going to make me cum again!" I husked out, my arousal quickly building back up. "Don't stop. Please let me cum! Please!!" He swirled his tongue around my clit twice more before he just vanished. I craned my head around to see that he had pulled his head away and was kneeling behind me. He had a wicked grin on his face. He moved from the floor behind me to sit in a chair by my thigh. I was screaming inside from frustration.

"Please!" I begged. "Why did you stop!? Please make me cum!"

"Tell me, my whore. Tell me what you are willing to do to cum on my cock?" As he said this, he grabbed his penis in his fist and waived it in my direction. Trent was making it clear he was in control, teasing me while I teetered on another glorious orgasm.

I groaned, and writhed, hoping that I could get my clit to contact the armrest I was bent over. No luck. "Anything!" I whispered sharply. "I will do anything you want me to. Just please make me cum again!"

He stood back up and walked behind me. I felt one of his hands on my ass again. He grabbed a rough handful of my ample ass flesh and I could tell he was kneeling. I would have his cock again!

I felt his cock rub against my pussy lips, then down to my clit. I tried to shift my weight toward him as he did this to get him to enter me. I knew that I would come within a few seconds of being penetrated. It was all I could think about.

"Anything... Hmm..." he said, clearly to himself. I felt fingers enter my pussy. It was not his cock, but it felt so good to have something in there. While he massaged the inside of my pussy, I could feel him twist the well-lubed butt plug in my asshole. I realized what he was thinking. Or what he had planned.

"Anything..." The combination of his fingers inside me and the movement of the butt plug was intense. After he twisted it some more, he pulled on it so that the swell stretched my anus even more. I groaned in frustrated pleasure.

"Anything at all..." He pulled even harder on the butt plug until it had me stretched to my limit. The feelings were indescribable. His fingers inside of my pussy, the stretching of my asshole, and his words, all inspired pleasure, but from somewhere new, deep in my pelvis.

I felt the butt plug pop out of my asshole. Trent disappeared for a second. I heard the shampoo bottle sound again, followed by something cold and wet dripping onto my ass at the very tip of my tailbone, then flowing down the crack of my ass and into my cunt. I think I heard him lube up his cock.

I heard him close the lube bottle, then I felt his hand spread the lube around and into my asshole. "I am going to fuck your ass, whore" Trent began as he resumed ministering to my pussy, "and you're going to cum from it." I flinched when he poked a finger a little deeper into me. I realized I would be sodomized if I do not stop him. I shivered, thinking of the pleasure, but anxious about the act. I knew I should stop this terrifying act. I also knew I would do nothing to stop him.

"Never been assfucked before?" he asked. I shook my head. He had one hand playing with my pussy while the other was lubing my ass up. The combination of fingers in both holes had pleasure ramping up in that weird place inside my pelvis.

"I want you to take a deep breath and hold it. When you feel me, I want you to slowly blow out the breath, relax, and push against me like you're going to the toilet. Understand?" I nodded, jaw clenched.

My thoughts began racing as I was bent over, hands tied, with Trent fingering my pussy and anus. My inner voice chimed in: "He's going to fuck my asshole! His cock will be in my ass!" Meantime, I could feel pleasure continuing to build inside of me from his fingers penetrating and massaging me.

Trent moved his hands to my ass cheeks and spread me completely open. I took a deep breath and held it. Moments later, I felt his cock at my asshole, pushing gently against me. I slowly began blowing out through pursed lips. Trent increased pressure. I tried to both relax and push out at the same time. Nothing seemed to happen except that the pressure increased. I kept exhaling and relaxing and bearing down at the same time. The pressure kept increasing. I could feel his oily cockhead slipping back and forth across my pucker as he was steering it toward the center.

"You're so tight," he observed. I closed my eyes, took another breath, and exhaled slowly again, while pushing out against his cock. Just as I was running out of my second breath, I felt Trent's cock suddenly enter me. Neither his fingers, nor the butt plug, prepared me for this feeling. There was a sting from being stretched. But at the same time, I was completely turned on. I struggled against him a bit and let out a pouty mewl from the pain. He stopped moving.

"Stop squirming so much!" He kept still, and I followed suit.

"It feels like there's an axe handle in there!" I complained.

"We'll just stay here a second. It will get better." He soothed.

I let my head drop so my forehead was against the couch cushion and tried to relax my asshole. I kept taking deep breaths, like in my yoga classes, and stay focused on the pleasure I was feeling. Each time I would exhale, I felt Trent drive his cock slightly more into me. Each time he pressed farther in, I felt the sting of being stretched to my limit. Even then, my pussy dripped and my mind spun with anticipation and lust.

"Ok. One more breath." I heard him say. I inhaled, then exhaled slowly. I felt him press more firmly until I could feel his pubic hair and thighs on my ass and legs. He was all the way in. He let go of my ass with his left hand and reached between my hip and the armrest, worming his fingers to my clit. As he sat there, cock sunk to the root in my asshole, he began massaging my clit in circles.

"Ohhhhuuuuhhh!!!!" I let out. I pushed a little against him from the combined sensations of pain, fullness, and clitoral massage. I was rewarded with both the familiar buzz of my highly aroused clit, and the new sensation of being stretched and impaled on Trent's cock in my ass.

I leaned slightly forward, allowing Trent's cock to slip out a little while taking a breath in. I then breathed out, leaned back into him, and straightened my back. The feelings were two-fold, as I felt his cock reach even deeper into my rectum. He switched massage techniques so that he was stroking my clitoral hood forward and backward. I could sense the orgasm on the horizon.

He withdrew his hands to untie my wrists. "Play with yourself" he directed.

I noticed my shoulders were a sore, but immediately complied with his instruction, using all the fingers on my right hand to rub my clit and pussy lips at once. I felt both pleasure and the sting of being stretched at odds with each other.

Trent slowly withdrew his cock some from my ass as I kept rubbing my clit. He then drove his hips slowly forward. That feeling deep in my pelvis grew, like someone was filling me up with a bucket of pleasure. The pain had stopped.

Trent withdrew more of his cock, then drove it to the hilt again, stopping when he hit bottom. My masturbation picked up in pressure and speed. After a moment, he slowly withdrew even more of his cock, then drove forward again. Without stopping, he pulled out most of his cock, then drove it deeply into me. The feeling was incredible. The pleasure kept filling me up from my abdomen, my pussy, and my asshole, all at once.

As I rubbed myself, Trent began fucking my ass in slow continuous strokes. I felt like I was in a pool filling with pleasure as he stroked in and out of my asshole.

After a few moments of being fucked, I straightened my back again, causing his cock to reach deeper into me. A few more strokes, and I arched my back, and pushed my chest up with my free hand, forcing his cock as deeply into me as I could. Trent responded by fucking my ass with more force.

"Fuck me!" I husked. "Make your whore cum from her ass! Fuck me harder!"

Trent responded by picking up his pace. He let go of my ass and I felt him grab my shoulders, pulling me harder onto his cock. It felt like each thrust hit my lungs, as my breath felt like it was being forced from me. My fingers furiously ground into my pussy. My body kept filling up with pleasure that would overflow at any second.

"Your tight asshole is going to make me come soon. You will come first, but you will tell me when that happens." I nodded, eyes closed, face straining toward the ceiling, my head filled with disbelief at how good this all felt.

All at once, the pleasure overflowed from within me. "I'M COMING!!!" I announced. "I'm coming from your cock in my ass!" I suddenly bent forward out of Trent's grip on my shoulders. I began convulsing and twitching on his cock, but trapped in place by the sofa's armrest. Suddenly, in time with the feeling of being filled to overflowing, my pussy gushed out a waterfall of fluid, which ran down my thighs, hand, and wrist, flooding onto the carpet.

All the while, Trent kept pumping in and out of my asshole, holding tightly onto my hips as I thrashed around underneath him. I felt his pace increase, and his pelvis crash feverishly into my ass over and over until his thrusts became short and I heard him begin to grunt. Then I felt him crush his cock deeper into my asshole than ever, pinning me even tighter against the armrest. I felt his cock spurt and twitch as he poured his semen into me.

I lay on the couch, Trent laying on top of me. I could hear him breathing in large gasps. I could feel his naked hips against my ass, and his deflating cock pulsing its last few spurts of come. I extracted my hand from underneath me, and tried to catch my breath.

I had just experienced a pleasure I did not know was possible. The pleasure from being fucked in the ass felt more like a swell at sea than a wave crashing at the shore. My brain was saturated in endorphins, and every part of me was vibrating with my ebbing orgasm.

Then I realized something: I brought Trent pleasure and made him come. In that moment, as I lay bent over the couch, Trent's cock slowly softening in my ass, clothing and upholstery soaked in sweat, lube, and my juices, I realized I now understood what that feeling was that I had been unable to describe before:

I was the most fulfilled I had ever been in my young life.