When it faded, I slumped back in the chair, panting, the long dildo still extending out from me. When strength and reason returned, I looked at the cell phone, checking the pictures.
I had taken three. The first showed only my foot and the edge of my desk. The second captured my leg and thigh, one end of the dildo, and a vast expanse of the carpet. The third...
The third showed me leaning back in the chair, my head thrown back, erect nipples standing out from full breasts, legs wide apart, a blur of motion between my legs, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy. My fingers traced the tiny image on the glowing screen, and I whimpered softly, remembering the picture Robin had sent me this morning. My hand brushed my cheek, almost expecting to find the dried remnant of the jet of semen I had worked so hard to scrub away. I stared at the picture for a long time, then finally brought up Robin's phone number and pressed the button that sent the image on its instant journey, thousands of miles away.
A long minute passed, then another, and another after that. Then a message, announced by a chirp:
Nice I like it Is the dildo still in?
My reply, a single character:
y
Another chirp.
Take it out Turn it around Put the other end in your cunt
I pulled the object out, the end covered in my creamy juices, and turned it around. It slid easily back into my wet, sloppy pussy, and I sighed.
Done
The phone chirped.
Here is what you will do Bend over Put the other end in your mouth Fuck yourself to orgasm Turn it around Put it in your mouth again Fuck yourself to orgasm again
I flushed, feeling my ears turn red, and tapped out a reply.
2 more? i dont know if i can
His answer came back in moments.
You just made it 3 more Get busy
My heart thudded and a sound midway between a whimper and a sob escaped my lips. My recent orgasm, its glow fading, made what he was asking of me very difficult. I was aware suddenly of my nakedness, here in my office, and felt vulnerable, the possibility of being discovered masturbating playing over and over in my mind. My cheeks burned with shame as I leaned over in the chair and brought the end of the dildo, dripping with my own come, to my mouth. I parted my lips and took it in, tasting my own pleasure, trying to force away the image of a manager seeing me naked at my desk and masturbating this way. I closed my eyes and began moving the dildo, sliding it back and forth, in my mouth and pussy, as my mind returned to the elevator.
In my mind, I could see him, my anonymous assailant, laughing as I came, pulling his cock out of me; I visualized myself sliding weakly to the floor, imagined his hands on me, turning me around, forcing me to my hands and knees. I imagined his cock, hard and demanding and covered in my come, as he brought it up to my face; imagined him pulling my hair, forcing my head back, then stuffing his cock into my mouth as I cried out. I pictured him forcing me to watch in the mirror as he fucked my mouth with ruthless efficiency.
I took myself hard with the dildo, every stroke pushing it first into my mouth and then deeper into my pussy, and soon the orgasm wrenched and smashed and tore through me. Before it had even ended, I pulled the dildo from my grasping pussy and turned it around, thrusting it back in. I bent over, bringing the other end into my mouth, and masturbated in short, fast strokes, the blunt sex toy muffling the moan at every thrust.
I pictured myself staring sideways at my own reflection, on my hands and knees in the elevator with a stranger's cock in my mouth. I imagined that cock at the back of my throat, his hands on my head, pushing it down as he thrust his hips forward. I imagined myself helpless, kneeling on the floor of the elevator car, watching in shame and humiliation as he ravished my mouth, using it for his own pleasure, until finally he could take it no more and he erupted, filling my mouth with his hot thick semen, blast after blast, on and on, impossibly, until I could not swallow fast enough to prevent it from spilling from my lips and running down my face...
My second orgasm was an explosion of pleasure and pain combined, my aching pussy complaining from the heavy use of the past two days. I screamed around the dildo, shaking and sore, then straightened and pulled it from me with a wet sucking sound.
Little tremors and aftershocks racked my body. I sat trembling, feeling used and dirty and ashamed, wanting even more to punish my body. Then, slowly, I turned the dildo around, bringing the end that had just been inside me to my lips. I struggled with myself, revulsion and shame washing over me in waves, the wet dildo poised against my lips. "Take it, you slut," I said aloud to myself, "you want it, you know you do..."
My other hand crept unbidden to my nipple, and I twisted it, hard. My mouth opened and I shoved the dildo in, fast and deep, choking as it hit the back of my throat. I tilted my hips up and shoved the other end into my aching pussy, driving it furiously inside myself, much too deep.
This time, there was no fantasy, no buildup, just a hard, brutal fucking. I pounded myself as my fingers dug into my breast, and I came quickly and savagely. Lightning exploded somewhere deep inside, and just as fast, it was gone. I collapsed, curled up sideways in the chair in a puddle of my own come.
When I could move again, I put the dildo on my desk, not wanting to touch it any more. I picked up the cell phone, which I'd dropped forgotten on the floor somewhere along the way without realizing it, and typed a simple message.
done
The chirp came instantly, as if he'd been waiting.
Good Are you my slut?
That question had only one answer, the evidence all over my office.
Yes
The chirp of an incoming message.
There is a marker in the box Take it out Write on yourself Nice big letters Come slut on one breast Cock sucker on the other breast I swallow across your tummy Fuck toy on one thigh Filthy whore on the other Send a pic when you are done
My face flushed and my ears burned crimson. My arousal was completely gone, burned away in the fires of the orgasms I'd forced on myself; the thought of defiling my body with those words horrified me. My hands shook as I took the Magic Marker out of the box, trembling so badly I dropped the cap as I removed it.
I brought the marker up to my breast and began to write. It left a thick, heavy black line on my skin, and I whimpered as I drew, spelling out the words COME SLUT in large block letters across my breast. When I had finished, my face was red and hot, burning with shame, and every fiber in me screamed at me to throw the marker far away, dress, go down the hall into the bathroom, scrub the words off my body.
My grip tightened on the marker as I warred with myself, struggling to do what I'd been told. I closed my eyes tightly and drew a shuddering breath, remembering the things I'd said to myself in the mirror after my shower. Those words, and the feelings behind them, seemed to belong to somebody else, someone a long way away.
Sounds outside my office door reminded me that my coworkers were beginning to return from lunch, and I was running out of time. I opened my eyes and brought the marker to my other breast. My hands seemed heavy, and I felt like I was moving through thick molasses; it took every scrap of energy I could muster to force myself to write the words COCK SUCKER across my breast. The soft, wide felt tip of the marker actually felt pleasant on my skin, and my nipple responded, driving the humiliation deeper.
Without pausing to give myself time to think, I turned my attention to my stomach, printing I SWALLOW in large capitals across my soft skin. I spread my legs again, draping them once more over the arms of the chair, and with tears of shame burning my eyes, began writing on my inner thighs, FUCK TOY along one thigh; FILTHY WHORE along the other.
I remained that way, sitting with my legs spread wide, as I held my cell phone over my body and snapped a picture. The image concealed my face, showing only my body from my shoulders down-firm, rounded breasts; flat stomach; smooth, shaven pussy; long, well-muscled legs; large, thick black words; the puddle of my own come beneath me. I fumbled with the buttons on the cell phone and sent the picture away.
I remained motionless in my chair, legs wide, feeling the wetness cooling beneath me, until the phone chirped his response.
Lovely Very sexy I have arranged for you to do another cam show at 6:30 Ranbir will be watching
I stared at the message, disbelieving, and tapped out a reply.
Tonight?
The phone chirped quickly.
Yes When you get home put on the cuffs He will probably start watching early You may entertain him if you like The show will start at 6:30 Log in then Oh yes 1 more thing
I felt my heart pound as I typed my replay.
What?
The phone chirped and the text message appeared.
Last night You came in your sleep 3 times I watched You were to text me if you had any orgasms You didnt There is something you must do because of that
My heart pounded harder, and electricity buzzed and coiled within me.
What?
The message came back quickly.
Stop at the store on the way home Buy the following items 1 box of condoms 1 cucumber 1 large tube of ky 1 box of butter you will use them for the show tonight by the way I loved the movie you dirty dirty girl back to work now get dressed see you tonight
My heart leaped into my throat. Just imagining that trip to the store, just picturing buying the things on that list, was enough to make me want to crawl into a small hole somewhere.
picked up my clothes and dressed quickly, hooking my bra over the words on my breasts, buttoning my blouse over the things written on my stomach, sliding my slacks up my legs, hiding them from sight. I mopped up the wetness from my chair with a handful of tissues, packed the dildo and marker back in the box, and combed my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself at least halfway presentable.
I had taken three. The first showed only my foot and the edge of my desk. The second captured my leg and thigh, one end of the dildo, and a vast expanse of the carpet. The third...
The third showed me leaning back in the chair, my head thrown back, erect nipples standing out from full breasts, legs wide apart, a blur of motion between my legs, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy. My fingers traced the tiny image on the glowing screen, and I whimpered softly, remembering the picture Robin had sent me this morning. My hand brushed my cheek, almost expecting to find the dried remnant of the jet of semen I had worked so hard to scrub away. I stared at the picture for a long time, then finally brought up Robin's phone number and pressed the button that sent the image on its instant journey, thousands of miles away.
A long minute passed, then another, and another after that. Then a message, announced by a chirp:
Nice I like it Is the dildo still in?
My reply, a single character:
y
Another chirp.
Take it out Turn it around Put the other end in your cunt
I pulled the object out, the end covered in my creamy juices, and turned it around. It slid easily back into my wet, sloppy pussy, and I sighed.
Done
The phone chirped.
Here is what you will do Bend over Put the other end in your mouth Fuck yourself to orgasm Turn it around Put it in your mouth again Fuck yourself to orgasm again
I flushed, feeling my ears turn red, and tapped out a reply.
2 more? i dont know if i can
His answer came back in moments.
You just made it 3 more Get busy
My heart thudded and a sound midway between a whimper and a sob escaped my lips. My recent orgasm, its glow fading, made what he was asking of me very difficult. I was aware suddenly of my nakedness, here in my office, and felt vulnerable, the possibility of being discovered masturbating playing over and over in my mind. My cheeks burned with shame as I leaned over in the chair and brought the end of the dildo, dripping with my own come, to my mouth. I parted my lips and took it in, tasting my own pleasure, trying to force away the image of a manager seeing me naked at my desk and masturbating this way. I closed my eyes and began moving the dildo, sliding it back and forth, in my mouth and pussy, as my mind returned to the elevator.
In my mind, I could see him, my anonymous assailant, laughing as I came, pulling his cock out of me; I visualized myself sliding weakly to the floor, imagined his hands on me, turning me around, forcing me to my hands and knees. I imagined his cock, hard and demanding and covered in my come, as he brought it up to my face; imagined him pulling my hair, forcing my head back, then stuffing his cock into my mouth as I cried out. I pictured him forcing me to watch in the mirror as he fucked my mouth with ruthless efficiency.
I took myself hard with the dildo, every stroke pushing it first into my mouth and then deeper into my pussy, and soon the orgasm wrenched and smashed and tore through me. Before it had even ended, I pulled the dildo from my grasping pussy and turned it around, thrusting it back in. I bent over, bringing the other end into my mouth, and masturbated in short, fast strokes, the blunt sex toy muffling the moan at every thrust.
I pictured myself staring sideways at my own reflection, on my hands and knees in the elevator with a stranger's cock in my mouth. I imagined that cock at the back of my throat, his hands on my head, pushing it down as he thrust his hips forward. I imagined myself helpless, kneeling on the floor of the elevator car, watching in shame and humiliation as he ravished my mouth, using it for his own pleasure, until finally he could take it no more and he erupted, filling my mouth with his hot thick semen, blast after blast, on and on, impossibly, until I could not swallow fast enough to prevent it from spilling from my lips and running down my face...
My second orgasm was an explosion of pleasure and pain combined, my aching pussy complaining from the heavy use of the past two days. I screamed around the dildo, shaking and sore, then straightened and pulled it from me with a wet sucking sound.
Little tremors and aftershocks racked my body. I sat trembling, feeling used and dirty and ashamed, wanting even more to punish my body. Then, slowly, I turned the dildo around, bringing the end that had just been inside me to my lips. I struggled with myself, revulsion and shame washing over me in waves, the wet dildo poised against my lips. "Take it, you slut," I said aloud to myself, "you want it, you know you do..."
My other hand crept unbidden to my nipple, and I twisted it, hard. My mouth opened and I shoved the dildo in, fast and deep, choking as it hit the back of my throat. I tilted my hips up and shoved the other end into my aching pussy, driving it furiously inside myself, much too deep.
This time, there was no fantasy, no buildup, just a hard, brutal fucking. I pounded myself as my fingers dug into my breast, and I came quickly and savagely. Lightning exploded somewhere deep inside, and just as fast, it was gone. I collapsed, curled up sideways in the chair in a puddle of my own come.
When I could move again, I put the dildo on my desk, not wanting to touch it any more. I picked up the cell phone, which I'd dropped forgotten on the floor somewhere along the way without realizing it, and typed a simple message.
done
The chirp came instantly, as if he'd been waiting.
Good Are you my slut?
That question had only one answer, the evidence all over my office.
Yes
The chirp of an incoming message.
There is a marker in the box Take it out Write on yourself Nice big letters Come slut on one breast Cock sucker on the other breast I swallow across your tummy Fuck toy on one thigh Filthy whore on the other Send a pic when you are done
My face flushed and my ears burned crimson. My arousal was completely gone, burned away in the fires of the orgasms I'd forced on myself; the thought of defiling my body with those words horrified me. My hands shook as I took the Magic Marker out of the box, trembling so badly I dropped the cap as I removed it.
I brought the marker up to my breast and began to write. It left a thick, heavy black line on my skin, and I whimpered as I drew, spelling out the words COME SLUT in large block letters across my breast. When I had finished, my face was red and hot, burning with shame, and every fiber in me screamed at me to throw the marker far away, dress, go down the hall into the bathroom, scrub the words off my body.
My grip tightened on the marker as I warred with myself, struggling to do what I'd been told. I closed my eyes tightly and drew a shuddering breath, remembering the things I'd said to myself in the mirror after my shower. Those words, and the feelings behind them, seemed to belong to somebody else, someone a long way away.
Sounds outside my office door reminded me that my coworkers were beginning to return from lunch, and I was running out of time. I opened my eyes and brought the marker to my other breast. My hands seemed heavy, and I felt like I was moving through thick molasses; it took every scrap of energy I could muster to force myself to write the words COCK SUCKER across my breast. The soft, wide felt tip of the marker actually felt pleasant on my skin, and my nipple responded, driving the humiliation deeper.
Without pausing to give myself time to think, I turned my attention to my stomach, printing I SWALLOW in large capitals across my soft skin. I spread my legs again, draping them once more over the arms of the chair, and with tears of shame burning my eyes, began writing on my inner thighs, FUCK TOY along one thigh; FILTHY WHORE along the other.
I remained that way, sitting with my legs spread wide, as I held my cell phone over my body and snapped a picture. The image concealed my face, showing only my body from my shoulders down-firm, rounded breasts; flat stomach; smooth, shaven pussy; long, well-muscled legs; large, thick black words; the puddle of my own come beneath me. I fumbled with the buttons on the cell phone and sent the picture away.
I remained motionless in my chair, legs wide, feeling the wetness cooling beneath me, until the phone chirped his response.
Lovely Very sexy I have arranged for you to do another cam show at 6:30 Ranbir will be watching
I stared at the message, disbelieving, and tapped out a reply.
Tonight?
The phone chirped quickly.
Yes When you get home put on the cuffs He will probably start watching early You may entertain him if you like The show will start at 6:30 Log in then Oh yes 1 more thing
I felt my heart pound as I typed my replay.
What?
The phone chirped and the text message appeared.
Last night You came in your sleep 3 times I watched You were to text me if you had any orgasms You didnt There is something you must do because of that
My heart pounded harder, and electricity buzzed and coiled within me.
What?
The message came back quickly.
Stop at the store on the way home Buy the following items 1 box of condoms 1 cucumber 1 large tube of ky 1 box of butter you will use them for the show tonight by the way I loved the movie you dirty dirty girl back to work now get dressed see you tonight
My heart leaped into my throat. Just imagining that trip to the store, just picturing buying the things on that list, was enough to make me want to crawl into a small hole somewhere.
picked up my clothes and dressed quickly, hooking my bra over the words on my breasts, buttoning my blouse over the things written on my stomach, sliding my slacks up my legs, hiding them from sight. I mopped up the wetness from my chair with a handful of tissues, packed the dildo and marker back in the box, and combed my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself at least halfway presentable.