Susan’s Office Ordeal

The note said: “You will remove your blouse and skirt, and then suck this man off on your knees in the middle of your office.”

Sue saw that it was Gus’s handwriting. Naturally.

The man who had handed Sue this note stood now in front of her desk, saying nothing. He was large bald and grossly fat, sweaty and with a face like that of a pig.

Sue felt faint.

Gus.

If she could only —

Sue swallowed, hard. Without looking at the man, she said, trying to hold her voice steady, “I suppose you know what this says.”

”Yeah,” the man said. A leer crossed his face.

Sue took a long breath, trying to stay calm, to stop her body from shaking with rage and shame and hatred and humiliation.

Not that Gus hadn’t pulled stunts like this before.

Not that Gus would not do it again.

Gus thought up all kinds of things for Sue to do, to show her how much power he had over her, to show her how he could grind her into dust, to show how far Sue had to degrade herself for him, to act as his plaything, a toy for him to- –

Sue pushed a button on her intercom. “JoAnn. No calls.”

”Yes, Mrs T..”

Sue sat still for a long moment. Then she said, “Lock the door.”

The man went to the office door and did so. Sue stood up, moving slowly around her desk. Sue was wearing a blue silk blouse and a tan skirt which came to her knees. Swallowing again, Sue walked to the centre of her office, conscious of the man’s eyes on her body, conscious of her round breasts taut against the tight blouse, of her slim, supple calves (stockings—she didn’t ever wear tights) rippling as she moved, the snug skirt outlining the sensuousness of her thighs, as she came to where he stood, waiting. Sue unbutton her blouse and pulled it off, there was no bra, her breasts full and round, her nipples just beginning to harden. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, No panties or thong, just bare pussy.

Sue stood in front of him, in just her stockings and 4” heels. She tried to look him in the eyes, but could not. Sue took another breath and sank down to her knees on the floor.

The man did nothing, but stood waiting. Sue had to open his fly and pull out his phallus, which was hard with anticipation. Sue bowed her head and the smell took her aback. The man had obviously not washed for several days.

Susan slowly took his filthy cock slowly into her mouth nearly gagging from the smell.

The man grunted.

Sue began to suck him.

She knew she had to do a good job, to make it enjoyable for him, for Gus would certainly ask him all about it, and if Gus was not satisfied that Sue had given it all she had—Sue did not want to think about that. So she did it slowly, carefully, making it good for him, licking at that stiff phallus with her tongue as she sucked it, moving her soft mouth around on him as her head bobbed slowly up and down, taking him all the way into her mouth until she almost gagged as the tip of it stuck in her throat. But even as she sucked she felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples hardening.

The man was grunting, grunting, loudly, rhythmically. Still Sue did what she had to do, gradually sucking faster, trying to coordinate her rhythm with the rising tempo of his grunting. Gus could keep her sucking him for hours if he wanted to, but this man was swiftly losing his control. Obviously he was going to climax in her mouth. Must she swallow it? Gus’s note had not said that, but probably, she thought despairingly, it was automatically assumed that she would know that that was what she must do. So as the fat man arched his body, pushing his hips forward, shoving his crotch hard against her face, and his jism spurted out into her throat as his piggish grunts turned into a shout of ecstasy, Sue took it all, swallowing it down, gulping to keep pace with the gobs of copious jism that shot from his spasming phallus into her docilely accepting mouth.

He had held the back of her head as he came off, adding to Susan’s humiliation, she felt the trickle of his pee. It was half expected, after all this was from Gus. She knew she had to drink; any spill would stain the carpet and smell for ages, so she gulped it down. His hot salty stream seemed to last for ages, and as his flow slowed after a minute or so, his cock began to swell back to full erection.

Now she sucked him properly, letting his cock slip out of her mouth and licking up and down its length, till she had him fully hard again and she sucked him slowly enjoying it now she was fully aroused. She stood up and bent over the easy chair spreading her legs and thighs apart, the invitation obvious. He needed no encouragement; he’d never fucked such a delicious looking woman before in his life. He entered her bareback, she hadn’t mention a condom, anyway he had none, but her pussy was so soft yet it pulled him in, he chuckled to himself on feeling how wet she was down there; she’d been turned on by the humiliation, just as his friend had predicted. He didn’t care if she came off or not, but she did, quite heavily, stifling a cry as she did so, just as he emptied his balls of cream unto her unprotected cunt.



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Susan T. sat again at her desk in her office at XYZ Company. Sue was thirty, tall, with short blonde hair, slim but with a lusciously rounded body, full breasts and long shapely legs. Looking at her, with her soft pretty face and air of authority and control, nobody could have thought of her as she had been that morning, kneeling on the floor with her mouth full of a stranger’s phallus, at the command of a man she called ‘Master’. She was still in a semi aroused state, although she’d climaxed, the lovely humiliation of the incident, was keeping her in a state of sexual tension.

It was just after 4pm when Sue’s intercom sounded.

”Yes, JoAnn?”

”Mrs T.—Robin wants to see you.