Friday, August 12, 2011

My Study Abroad Dream

As I stepped out into the street, the heat of midday hit me hard, immediately making it seem hard to breathe. I’d read about heat like this, but never actually experienced it until today. But I didn’t care, I was finally here!

“Kirsten, I can’t believe you’re wearing that sundress, don’t you remember what they told us, you know, about what’s considered acceptable attire here?”

Those words were spoken by my best friend Jessica, who was not just my roommate for the summer but also the only person I knew in this strange new country. As she followed me out of the hotel where we’d spent the night after our long flight the day before, I turned back towards her and flashed her a mischievous smile.

“Come on, Jessica, it’s so hot! Plus, we’re only going out for a few minutes. I’ll change into something more conservative before we go to meet our host family, I promise.”

“And I bet you didn’t put on any sunscreen, either - you’ll be burned after just one day here!”

“What are you, my mother?”

We looked at each other and burst into laughter. We were both so excited to be so far away from home - it was a first for both of us after a fairly sheltered suburban childhood, and we fully intended to make the most of the experience. Jessica and I had known each other since we were little, were roommates now that we were students at State U, and now, the summer after our freshman year, had signed up for the same study-abroad experience.

I could barely take in all of the foreign sights, sounds, and smells as we walked down the street towards the open market, which looked even more amazing than it had in the photographs we’d seen from home. Jessica immediately got out her camera and started snapping pictures, but I decided that there’d be plenty of time for that later, and just strolled up the street, catching what I could of the conversations and admiring the various crafts for sale in each booth.

After a few minutes, I turned to say something to Jessica and realized that she was no longer at my side. After a moment of nervousness, I caught a glimpse of her several yards away, engrossed in a conversation with a local, and realized it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we parted ways - we could certainly both find our way back to the hotel.

I turned back in the direction I’d been walking, and something caught my attention. At the end of the street, a couple of young men were quite obviously robbing one of the booths, and a frightened old woman was huddled in the corner, clutching what she could of her belongings. Even though I’d been warned during our orientation meetings back home that we should be watchful for street crimes, I was shocked to see something so obvious happen in broad daylight, and even more shocked that nobody seemed to be doing anything about it.

One of the robbers even looked in my direction, looked me up and down, and smiled, before running off down the street. That did it, I needed to get help, especially now that I’d seen the culprit’s face so clearly. I looked around in hopes of seeing someone in a position of authority to whom I could report the crime. I ran to a corner, looked to my right down a narrow street, and spotted the police station - another familiar sight from orientation pictures.

I practiced the Spanish in my head on the way there, so I’d be prepared. “Ayuda, alguien esta siendo robado!”, which, I was pretty sure, meant, “Help, someone is being robbed!”

I ran up the steps of the old building, opened the door, and said out loud what I’d been repeating silently in my head. “Ayuda, alguien esta siendo robado!”

My words had no effect on the sultry room. There were five officers in the room. One had his feet up on his desk and was enjoying a cigar. Two others were engrossed in a conversation over some paperwork. The other two were playing an animated game of cards.

I repeated myself, louder this time. After a pause, the cigar-smoking officer got up, walked towards me with a smile, and took my hand, leading me down a hallway into a small room, motioned for me to sit down, and shut the door behind us, sitting down across from me, an old wooden table between us.

I wanted to urge him to follow me outside, to catch the thieves red-handed, as I was sure they were still in the neighborhood, but my three quarters of college Spanish failed me. I sat there, mute, waiting for him to start questioning me. Even if he couldn’t catch them right away, I told myself, at least I could give my statement, and describe the culprit.

The officer didn’t say anything at first, taking a few more puffs on his cigar as he looked me up and down. I suddenly felt very insecure in my surroundings, especially given my weakness with the language. I realized there was one question I could ask him with my meager vocabulary:

“Hablas inglés?”

He seemed irritated at the question, and began speaking very quickly in Spanish, using words I couldn’t understand. Even the words I did recognize moved far too quickly for me to make any sense of why he seemed suddenly so angry. I didn’t understand what was happening. Didn’t understand a thing. Wait, that was another phrase I knew how to say, and I just managed to fit it in as he took a breath:

“No entiendo?”

He stopped his verbal barrage, stood up, walked around the table, and once again took my hand. Thinking it was a friendly gesture, I put my hand in his, and he pulled me to my feet. He gripped my hand firmly, pulled my arm behind my back, grabbed my other arm and did the same, and before I knew what was happening, he had me handcuffed. I tried to turn to face him, but he grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and kept me in place. His hot, sweaty hands began to rudely, roughly move over my body, easily finding their way into my sundress. Just as I tried to scream, he put one hand firmly over my mouth, and in my helpless state with my arms behind my back, I could do nothing to stop him from what he did next.

He pushed me down onto the table, my breasts squeezed painfully against the hard wood, forced my legs apart with his feet, and pushed my dress up to my waist. He fumbled for a moment, his hand still over my mouth, but managed to unzip his pants, a tear escaping the corner of my eye as I did my best to prepare myself for what was coming.

I wanted to fight, but somehow I also knew that if I did fight, it might just be more painful for me. He tore my panties completely off in one aggressive motion, and pounded into me, hard. When I cried out, what should have been a scream but what was muffled by his hand into just a small whimper. I tried again to relax, to think of something else, and found some solace in the belief that this man’s vulgar view of sexuality was probably matched by a lack of stamina.

The tears streaming down my face now, dripping down to the desk below, I felt him begin to jerk, before shooting his load deep inside of me. He pulled out, pulled me up to a standing position, and made me watch as he walked to the other side of the table, used my torn panties to clean off his cock, and tossed them to the corner of the room before zipping up again.

Without another word, he opened the door, and led me down another hallway, down a flight of stairs, and now down a darker hallway and finally into a cell, closing the door before motioning for me to come towards him so that he could undo the handcuffs, and then turned and quickly walked away, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

And what a mess of thoughts they were. For a moment, they returned to the robbery I’d witnessed, the event that had led me here, and I rehearsed the Spanish in my head once again, trying to figure out if I’d said something horribly wrong to the officer. Then I became aware of the pain between my legs, my pussy sore from being pounded raw. I wasn’t a virgin, but I also wouldn’t call myself experienced, and had certainly never been treated so roughly.

I paced around the cell, remembering what Jessica had said about my sundress. Could that have been it? Was I dressed in a way that was considered inappropriate in this culture? I looked down at myself, through the tears and past the dirty handprints which stained the fabric. Back home on campus, this dress, and my body in it, would certainly have attracted attention, but would never have been an invitation for rape.

The fabric was light blue, matching my big blue eyes and bringing out their color even more intensely than usual. The thin shoulder straps were snug against my skin, and the top was perfectly fitted around my C-cup breasts and firm, flat stomach, before the skirt filled out, leaving my tight ass and sexy thighs to the imagination - that is, to anyone who didn’t rudely take me from behind without warning. My long blonde hair, which I usually wore up when in class back home, was down today, cascading down over my shoulders and down my back. No, there was nothing wrong with how I looked.

I massaged my tender wrists, which still showed the marks of the handcuffs, and tried to think of what I could say, what I could do, do get myself out of this mess. Just as I tried to think of what to say to another officer, to explain what the first one had done to me, I heard footsteps coming towards the cell.

As soon as the man came into view, I recognized him as another of the officers I’d seen when I first arrived at the station. When we made eye contact, I immediately burst into tears and began explaining, in a peculiar mix of fluent English and very bad Spanish, what the first officer had done to me. He entered the cell, shut the cell door behind him, sat next to me on the cot, and did his best to comfort me until I calmed down.

I began to relax and let my guard down as he brought his hand to my face, gently pushing my disheveled hair out of my face and wiping away my tears with a handkerchief. But it wasn’t long before my sense of well-being vanished. His hand dropped from my face to my chest, and he tore the fabric of my dress to expose my bra, which he promptly pushed out of the way to expose my naked breasts.

I screamed for help, who knows in what language at this point, but I also knew very well that nobody could hear me. As I’d been led to this cell, I’d noticed that the walls of this old building were thick stone. My voice hoarse already, I decided to give up the attempt to be heard, and once again, put my energies towards making this unpleasant encounter go as quickly as possible.

He was playing with my tits vigorously with one hand while the other worked to tear apart the remainder of my dress, exposing me completely to his rude advances. He pushed me down onto the cot as he forced several fingers of one hand into my pussy. I moaned in pain, still raw from the last encounter, but was also thankful that it was just his fingers. I closed my eyes and relaxed as much as possible, willing my body to create lubrication to ease the pain.

He suddenly let go of my breasts, and I realized that he was now stroking himself as he continued to finger-fuck me. When he did finally shift from his fingers to his cock, it was only a few seconds before he came, pulling out of me just before he did to shoot his load all over my stomach. By the time I opened my eyes, he was gone, and I was once again alone.

It was now that I realized there would be no help for me, at least not until all five of these officers had their turn. Any hope that there was just one rogue cop who I could report to the others was gone, and I knew all I could do was make the remaining time go as quickly as possible, before finding some way to escape from this hell.

Before long, I heard footsteps once again, but this time there were clearly more than one set. I curled up on the cot and waited as the footsteps grew louder. I looked up to see all three of the other officers standing outside the cell. One entered, shutting the door behind him, as the other two remained in the corridor, watching.

The officer in the cell with me smiled down at me as he unzipped his fly and exposed himself, then grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees on the floor, pushing his cock into my mouth. The others laughed as he began fucking my mouth, wrapping his dark fingers through my long blonde hair to maintain complete control of my motions, and spending several minutes pounding into me, deep into my throat.

He pulled out of my mouth and tugged my hair so that I was forced to look up at him, before slapping my face firmly, forcing tears from the corners of my big, blue eyes. The other cops laughed again, and one of them decided to take his turn, joining his partner in the cell with me.

The three men spoke to each other in quick, breathless Spanish, and I was once again unable to follow more than just a few words. The first man pulled me off my knees, pushed the cot towards the edge of the cell, and pushed me down onto it, pressing my face against the cell bars. The man who had just entered the cell unzipped and began fondling himself, before climbing onto the cot behind me and plowing into me from behind.

The third man, who remained in the corridor, had long since dropped his pants to the floor, and now stepped up to the cell bars, reached in to grab me by the hair, and forced himself into my mouth, through the bars, relying on his friend inside the cell to force me down onto his cock each time he plowed into me from behind.

The two men in the cell with me began taking turns in my pussy, time after time until I lost track of who was who or how many times they had entered me. All the while, the third man continued to fuck my mouth and throat from outside the cell, before pulling out and entering the cell himself.

The men pulled me up off the cot and laughed as they talked once again amongst themselves. There seemed to be some disagreement for a moment about what to do next, until one of them made a decision. He pushed me down onto the cot, on my back this time, and pulled my hands over my head, handcuffing my wrists outside the cell bars.

The men now began taking turns - one at the edge of the cot, pounding fast into my pussy; another kneeling next to the cot, giving my nipples and my clit rough attention; and the third holding my head up by the hair so that I could watch all that was happening to me.

I fought it with all my strength, but I have to admit that my body began to respond under this intense stimulation, which just led me to cry once again. When the men noticed this, they laughed again and pushed me even harder, giving me no break save when they switched positions.

I’d lost track of which man was which after they’d traded off multiple times, until finally one of them reached his climax, pulling out of me and rushing to my side to shoot his load all over my tits. The other two men now increased their intensity, one jumping to the end of the cot to pound into me again, the other kneading my breasts with the hot, sticky cum.

After a few moments, the man inside of me jerked and pulled out to cover the rest of my torso with yet more cum. The last man, who I now realized was the most well-endowed, now entered me for what I hoped would be the last go-around. As he pounded me mercilessly, the others prodded me towards the climax they wanted to see, focusing all their attention on my tits and clit once again.

I was finally fatigued enough that I had no choice but to give up my battle of wills and give in to their attention. I screamed and squirmed beneath their hands as the big man continued to pound away at my now quite wet pussy. My muscles clenched around his cock as I came, crying out with an expression of my reluctant physical pleasure. He pulled out a moment later and walked around the cot to shoot his load all over my face, and I understood just enough Spanish this time to follow that the men took huge pleasure from watching his cum drip from my blonde hair and get in my big blue eyes.

Paying me no further attention once they zipped up, the men left, locking the cell once again before their footsteps disappeared down the long hallway. My thoughts raced once again, then disappeared into a blur of exhaustion. When I woke, I was shocked at myself that I could fall asleep after such an ordeal. What had happened to my plans to escape?

The room was completely dark. I realized I could move my arms, so they must have released me from the handcuffs. I felt my body, and instead of a sweat-drenched nakedness, I found fabric that felt just like my pajamas from home. What? Had they taken the time to dress me, yet left me in the cell?

Confused, I pulled myself up, only to feel my head pound with a horrible headache. Well, that makes sense. I stayed in that position, holding my head, until I once again heard footsteps coming down the hall. Then, a familiar voice.

“Kirsten, aren’t you up yet? We’re going to miss our flight!”

“Jessica?”

“Yeah, who’d you expect?”

“Woah, um, well, nevermind. Guess I just had a whopper of a bad dream. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

“Told you not to have that last glass of wine. Hey, let’s go, I’m so frickin’ excited to start this trip!”

“Yeah, me too. I’m sure it’ll be something we’ll never forget, beyond our wildest dreams!”

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Ashlynn Goes to Work, Chapter 2

Alone in my apartment that night, it took me forever to relax. Even after a long shower washed his scent from my skin, my mind raced with vivid memories of my encounter with John in his office. When I finally did fall asleep, my dreams were filled with the hot images of what I hoped he might have planned for the next day. I awoke to find my fingers teasing my clit and exploring my wet pussy.

I indulged these sensations for only a few moments more before realizing I needed to get ready for the day and pulling myself out of bed. Naked, I walked across the bedroom to my closet, opened the doors, and pondered my options. The logical, practical part of me knew that I should dress just as I would for any other day at the office. But what if John really was planning a rendezvous for us that afternoon?

The compromise was simple: a professional exterior, and my sexiest matching undergarments. I chose my favorite bra, pink and satiny, and matching thong panties. It was all I could do not to touch myself as I posed in the mirror. But a quick glance at the clock put me back on track, as I realized I’d be late for work if I didn’t hurry. I selected a form-fitting but professional dark blue v-neck sweater, black slacks, pumps, and a pearl necklace, and headed out for the office.

After settling in at my desk, I scrutinized my coworkers’ faces as they said their good mornings, looking for any sign that any of them were aware of the naughtiness that had taken place the previous afternoon. Each time John passed by my desk, e-mailed me with a new task, or talked to someone else, I searched for any clue of his intentions for our meeting later in the day.

The morning crept by. I felt as if I was the only person operating at normal speed, while everyone around me was in slow-motion. Just before noon, John stopped by my desk, and talking loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear clearly, said, “I’m heading to lunch now, Ashlynn. Why don’t you do the same, and then meet me at my car at 12:30 so we can be sure to be at that meeting on time?”

“You got it, John,” I said as calmly as I could, “see you then.”

Still I didn’t know. He could just be teasing me. Maybe John viewed yesterday afternoon as an isolated thing, a momentary lapse in otherwise good judgement. Or maybe he did indeed have something planned for this afternoon. But that was the beauty of it. Nobody in our office would suspect a thing if we drove off together for a few hours. After all, it happened all the time. As John’s ‘right hand girl’, I was often by his side for meetings. Little did our coworkers know where my right hand had been yesterday afternoon in his office, or for that matter, this morning in my bed as I relived the experience.

I was far too excited to eat lunch, so I gathered my things and took a walk outside, making a few loops around our office building to get some fresh air and compose my thoughts. After repeated glances at my watch, it was finally time, so I made my way to the parking garage, down a level to the spaces reserved for executives like John, and waited for him to arrive.

A few moments later, he emerged from the elevator and walked towards me. He was carrying his briefcase, as he always did when he left the office for a meeting, and finishing a conversation with a colleague he’d obviously bumped into on his way, before shaking the man’s outstretched hand and taking the last few steps towards me with a smile.

“Ready, Ashlynn?”

“Yes, sir! Although I still wish you’d tell me a bit more about this meeting we’re going to. You know how I hate to be unprepared!”

“No worries, Ashlynn, there will be plenty of time to fill you in on the drive there.”

Once again, this dialogue was loud enough for anyone close by to hear, and once again, it was so typical of our interactions that it couldn’t possibly raise any eyebrows.

As soon as we pulled out of the garage, his demeanor changed.

“So, Ashlynn, there’s something you said yesterday that I can’t get out of my head.”

“Oh, really, what’s that?”

“You said that you didn’t mind pain, that you actually find it exhilarating.”

“Oh, that. Well, yes, that’s true.”

“I thought perhaps we could explore that this afternoon.”

“Hmm...” I was relieved to know that we wouldn’t be sitting in a boring meeting, but had to admit to him my nervousness. “Well, I can’t say that I’ve ever explored it before, except that one time with the tattoo.”

“Don’t worry, Ashlynn. You can trust me. Spread your legs.”

“Now, in the car?”

“Yes. And please, no questions, just do as you’re told.”

“Yes sir.”

I spread my legs as wide as I could, and he began caressing my left thigh with his right hand. I relaxed back into the seat, resting my head on the head rest and looking over at him as he drove. Just as I let out a calm sigh, he raised his hand and smacked my inner thigh, hard. I squealed in surprise, but made no move to stop him from continuing.

“Good girl. Do you want more?”

“Yes, John, please.”

For the rest of the drive, he abused my inner thighs, alternately pinching and slapping them until I was aware of little other than the stinging sensitivity of that skin. I closed my eyes for a few moments, opening them again to find that we had entered a parking garage. Although I’d been paying little attention to the drive, I quickly realized that I’d been to this place before. It was the hotel at which our company maintained a suite.

You see, there was enough wining and dining to be done with business partners, enough executives being flown in from other regional offices, that it was more efficient for the company to maintain one location than to have to deal with making reservations each time around. I’d been here many times, although never as a guest. My role was usually to pick someone up to deliver them to a meeting, or to drop someone up after picking them up at the airport. Needless to say, this was the first time I’d been brought here for a mid-day rendezvous.

“Are you sure we’ll be OK here, John?” I asked him as the elevator doors closed on our way upstairs. By his answer, he obviously knew what I meant.

“Don’t worry, Ashlynn. I told the office I was meeting a VIP here, a potential new client. I said I couldn’t share his name until we closed the deal. And of course nobody will think anything of the fact that you came with me. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Impressed with his calm and his ability to plan something like this amidst all of his other responsibilities, I wondered for a moment how many other times he might have done this, and with how many other girls. But I quickly decided I didn’t really care. All that mattered at this moment was that I was here with him.

“Wow,” I said as he let me into the suite and shut the door behind us, “it really is beautiful, isn’t it!”

It was the penthouse suite, with a view of the downtown skyline from the expansive entertaining area. But before I could soak in much more of the view, John took my hand and led me into the bedroom, spacious enough to seem, well, spacious even with its king-sized bed.

He set his briefcase down on the corner of the bed and began taking his clothes off, while I awaited my next instructions. I watched as he neatly folded and stacked his clothes on a chair in the corner of the room, then turned to me again.

“Take off your sweater and slacks. But leave the pearl necklace. I want to see you in that with just your bra and panties.”

“Yes, sir.”

I quickly undressed, handing him my clothes, which he stacked on top of his.

“Now, Ashlynn, get on your knees. Crawl over to the bed, and open the briefcase.”

I did as I was told, and gasped as I opened the briefcase. Instead of the usual papers, it was filled with various objects which I quickly realized to be an arsenal for both pain and pleasure. There was a riding crop, angled just so to fit in the briefcase. There were handcuffs, and also ropes, clearly for being tied up. There was a small wooden paddle.

I turned around to find Josh immediately behind me, straddling me so that his growing cock was directly behind my head.

“So, Ashlynn, what do you think?”

“I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve always said there’s a first time for everything!”

“I like your attitude. Turn around.”

I remained on my knees but turned to face him, and he grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock in my mouth. I eagerly reached up to use my hands as well, but he stopped me, grabbing my petite wrists in his big, strong hands and pulling my arms up over my head, so that I had no choice but to take him completely into my mouth and, as he grew, into my throat.

He freed one of his hands, still controlling my wrists with his other, and reached down to pick up the wooden paddle. With no protest from me, since my mouth was completely full, he began swatting my ass with the paddle, gently at first, then more firmly, as I gasped for air. I maintained my composure as best as possible, fighting to continue a regular motion up and down on his cock in spite of the occasional blast of pain to my ass cheeks.

After a few more minutes of this treatment, John suddenly pulled me to my feet, kissing me passionately as I felt the blood rush back into my lower legs after so much time on my knees.

“Take off your bra and panties.”

I once again did as I was told, watching John put down the paddle and pick up the riding crop. Once I was completely naked save for the pearl necklace he obviously wanted to remain, he spun me around so that my back faced him, and embraced me from behind, his hard cock slipping between my legs and rubbing against my pussy lips. He gently swatted at various parts of my body with the riding crop as he used his free hand to pinch my nipples hard, squeezing and twisting them in his fingers until I writhed and squealed under his touch.

I nearly came under this treatment, with the riding crop settling on my clit, his fingers torturing my nipples, and his big strong body enveloping mine, but before I could reach a climax, he backed off and pushed me down onto the bed. He now tossed down the riding crop and pulled from his briefcase two sets of black rope.

Although I had never been tied up before, I immediately understood their purpose, and rolled over onto my back and stretched out my limbs so that he could position me as he wished. The ropes had pre-tied loops for wrists and ankles, and in just a matter of seconds, he had me spread-eagled on the bed, one limb connected by the rope to each corner of the bed.

I suddenly realized how vulnerable I was in this position, and almost without meaning to, fought against the ropes for a few moments.

“It will be much easier if you relax, Ashlynn. See how they work? If you fight, the ropes tighten against your skin. If you relax, they actually give you some room to move.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

He climbed on top of me in a 69 position, his hard cock directly above my mouth. Once again, I wanted to reach up to touch him, to pleasure him with both my hands and my mouth, but clearly now I had no choice but to use just my mouth and throat. He slowly lowered himself into me, and the angle created by this position allowed him even more depth into my throat than before. He moaned with pleasure as he held himself in this position, as I struggled to breathe.

Just as I relaxed enough to realize that I could breathe through my nose, he began playing with my pussy with his fingers, causing me to gasp and my heart to pound once again. His touch was expert as he slowly spread me apart, tickled my clit with his tongue, and probed me with his fingers.

I began to feel him getting closer to a climax as he pounded in and out of my throat, but just then, he pulled out and climbed off of me, crawling down to position himself on his knees between my legs. He reached up to put an extra pillow under my head so that I could easily see what he was doing, and then quickly inserted one, then two, then three, then four fingers inside of me and began a furious pounding of my dripping wet pussy.

The sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt, especially as he bent down to suck my clit into his mouth. To be unable to move, unable to control any aspect of his motions, and all the while to be able to watch, was more than I could take, and my body soon shuddered with a profound orgasm.

Before I had even come down from my high, my eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensations, I felt him releasing my wrists, and then my ankles, from the ropes. As I sat up and stretched my limbs, he rolled over onto his back in the middle of the bed, caught my eye, and asked a naughty question.

“Are you ready to ride me until I cum, no matter what else I do to you?”

“Yes, of course. You can to anything to me that you like.”

He smiled, picked out a few items from his briefcase, and said, “good girl. Climb on.”

I stroked his cock a few times with my hands, then straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto him. Once he was completely inside of me, I held there for a few moments as he took one of my breasts in each hand and firmly pinched each nipple. As I began riding him, he held my tits firmly in his hands, creating an intense feeling as he kept them from moving as the rest of my body traveled up and down.

He then suddenly let go, allowing my breasts to bounce freely, and I watched him reach once again for the riding crop. He began swatting me on my ass cheeks and lower back, sometimes gently, sometimes anything but, as I rode him faster now.

“Slow down, Ashlynn. Slow down.”

I responded immediately, and locked my eyes on his as he put down the crop and reached for something else that was out of my view. Suddenly, I felt something - it must have been a small dildo - pressing against my virgin ass. I whimpered and resisted for a moment, but could see in his eyes that he was imploring me to trust him, so I relaxed as much as possible as he slowly pressed the object into my ass.

Once it was inside, he held it in position and whispered to me to begin riding him faster once again. The feeling of fullness for me was, obviously, unlike anything I had ever experienced. And I could sense from his reactions that it added a tightness for him as well. His hands once again came to my breasts, kneading them as I now began riding him furiously. My muscles kept the dildo in place as I experienced yet another powerful orgasm.

And once again, John’s stamina outlasted mine. After allowing me to ride out my climax, crying out as I rode him, he lifted me off of him, gently tossed me down to the bed, and straddled my chest, stroking himself for a few moments more before he shot a huge load of cum all over my chest, covering my tits and running down to my belly.

I took it upon myself to show him my appreciation by rubbing his cum into my skin, massaging my tender nipples and sore breasts before finally tracing a finger through the warm sticky goo and lifting it to my mouth for a taste.

John smiled, kissed me gently on the lips, then helped me off the bed.

“We’ve just got time to get cleaned up before heading back to the office. You’d better shower, I’ll get the room tidied up.”

It couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes before we were back in the office. As nervous as I had been that morning that someone might have suspected something, I was now equally confident that nobody would. I could only imagine what John would come up with next.

Ashlynn Goes to Work

It all started at Thursday's staff meeting, just two days ago. That's when my working relationship with my boss started to change. Perhaps I should back up just a little, to set the stage.

My name's Ashlynn, and I started working for John three years ago, when I was fresh out of college. He's a VP for the company, responsible for about 50 employees in our regional office. I was originally hired as a receptionist, just trying to get my foot in the door, but John claimed me as his personal assistant just a few months later, and we've worked together ever since.

At first I was suspicious that he'd picked me because of my looks - I'm 5'8", lean but curvy in just the right places, with perfect C-cup tits, a tight ass, big green eyes, and a pretty face framed by long, wavy auburn hair. Let's just say, it wouldn't have been the first time in my life that a guy singled me out for my looks. But the more I worked with John, it was clear that the most important thing to him was to surround himself with people he could trust, in terms of both competence and discretion. And because I brought both to the office each day, I'd become his trusted right-hand girl, as he was fond of calling me.

Anyway, back to the staff meeting. John liked to have me attend most of his meetings with him, so I could be fluent in his workload and prepared to assist him with anything that might come up. I have to admit, it was sometimes dull, but I do appreciate the trust he places in me, which has grown so strong that he's even started asking my advice on matters of company policy or business strategy.

But don't let that fool you, I'm still responsible for the most mundane of office tasks. In the case of this particular staff meeting, that meant that after making the coffee and preparing copies for everyone attending, I was also the one to jump up on the conference table to get the projector on the correct setting. I was very aware of many sets of eyes on me as I worked to quickly complete the task while not giving too many easy glances up my short skirt.

An hour later, as John and I walked back into his office after the meeting for our usual one-on-one debrief, he asked a question that threw me off-guard.

"So, Ashlynn, all this time, I've never known that you have a tattoo?"

"Huh, oh, um, yes.... wait, when did you see it?"

"When you climbed onto the conference table. Don't worry, I'm not offended! Just curious, that's all. You've never struck me as the tattoo type. Here," he said, motioning for me to sit down as he closed his office door behind me, "have a seat."

"I know, it was one of those college things."

I hoped he'd leave it there, as it wasn't a story I was particularly proud of, but of course if John asked, I’d have to tell him.

"And not just a little butterfly on the shoulder, but a tramp stamp?"

I blushed, slightly shocked, but smiled back at him. It was typical John to get straight to the point. He also had always amazed me with his confidence in talking to much younger women. He was, after all, nearly twenty years older than me. He smiled as he sat down at his desk, across from me.

"Well, yeah, it wasn't the best decision I ever made."

"OK, now you have to share. Diligent, hardworking Ashlynn made a bad decision? I don't believe it!"

I laughed. "Oh, alright, I'll tell you. It was my 21st birthday, and my two best girlfriends dared me to do it. Needless to say, we were all a bit drunk. When I refused, they told me they'd do it with me, so the three of us took the plunge together."

"So what's wrong with that? It's just some innocent Chinese characters, right? Come over here, so I can see it again. I studied a bit of Chinese a few years back."

I stood up, walked around his desk and turned around, lifting my blouse slightly so he could see the tattoo. He could be bluffing about the Chinese, but in case he wasn't, I'd have to tell him the rest of the story.

"Well, the problem is that in my inebriated state, I didn't do my homework on those innocent Chinese characters. It was supposed to say ‘love, happiness, and abundance,’ but I've since learned that two of the characters are slightly off. And given the location on my body - the ‘tramp stamp’ as you called it, well, let’s just say it sends slightly the wrong message.”

I blushed again.

"Yes, Ashlynn?"

"It basically says that lots of sex makes me happy."

"Ah, I see. A subtle, yet important distinction."

Nervous and surprised that I'd just shared this story with my boss, I babbled on, "and don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm a prude, it's just..."

"I completely understand, Ashlynn, how about we change the subject now."

"Yes, please," I replied, thankful that my classy boss was about to save me from further embarrassment. I turned to face him and reached across his desk to grab my notepad.

"So, did it hurt?"

He grinned and winked at me when our eyes met again, clearly enjoying the fact that he had me in such an awkward position.

"I thought we were going to change the subject?"

"Oh, come on, it's a simple question..."

I rolled my eyes before indulging him. "Actually, I didn't mind the pain. I have to admit, it was kind of an exhilarating experience."

"So, Ashlynn, this is a whole new side of you I'm seeing today. In the span of just a few minutes, you've shared with me that you enjoy sex and don't mind pain."

I blushed hotly now, profoundly embarrassed that my boss was calling me out on what amounted to a highly inappropriate conversation in his office.

"What's that look on your face, Ashlynn, you look like you've seen a ghost?"

"Sir, I just can't begin to tell you how sorry I am..."

I began to back away, to head back to the chair across from his desk, but John grabbed my hand and stopped me from moving any further.

"What are you talking about, Ashlynn? I'm not angry. Quite the opposite. I'm intrigued."

"Um, excuse me?”

“I’ve been thinking for quite a while now that it’s time we take our professional partnership to the next level, but I wouldn’t dare raise the subject until I had some idea that you might be open to it.”

“John, I’m not sure I understand?”

“Listen, Ashlynn. You’re hot, and you know it. I’ve wanted to fuck that hot little mouth of yours ever since the day we met. I’ve wanted to take you from behind right on this desk. But I have a reputation to maintain in this company, and I wouldn’t have dreamed of pursuing you until I knew I could trust you completely.”

He was still holding my hand, and he squeezed it more firmly as I let myself sit on the edge of his desk, shocked and excited by what he had said. The truth was, I’d been attracted to John since the first day I met him. His confidence, his strong, athletic body, his deep blue eyes and five-o-clock shadow that developed by the time we wrapped up the day’s meetings, everything about him turned me on. But I’d become an expert at burying those feelings deep inside me, just to get through the day. Now I had to admit it was John I really wanted buried deep inside me.

“Oh, John, I’ve fantasized about being with you, too. But are you sure it’s a good idea?”

“Get on your knees.”

“What, right here? Right now?”

“I thought you said you weren’t a prude.”

Taking his words as a challenge, I obeyed his command and dropped to my knees in front of him. He leaned back in his chair and spread his legs, while simultaneously reaching for his phone.

“Helen,” he said after a moment of silence, “please hold my calls, and please just ask my 4:00 appointment to wait when he gets here. Ashlynn and I have a couple of important things to wrap up from the staff meeting.”

As I unzipped his slacks and pulled his half-hard cock out of his boxers and into my hands, he finished his conversation with a “thank you” to Helen and hung up his phone, relaxing back into his chair with a sigh.

“Now, Ashlynn, you know nobody will walk in, but you also know how thin the walls are in this place, so you’d better be quiet.”

I smiled up at him as I slowly took him into my mouth, feeling his cock steadily grow under my touch. I let my left hand fall to his balls, gently rolling them between my fingers as my right hand stroked the base of his shaft and I began moving up and down on him with a steady rhythm.

He reached down and unbuttoned my blouse, and slipped his strong hand inside my bra and began squeezing my right breast, teasing the nipple occasionally with a strong pinch. As I picked up my pace, bobbing up and down more quickly now, he put his other hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly forcing me to take in more and more of his shaft until I finally had to remove my hand and take him all the way into my throat.

Fighting my gag reflex, I relaxed my throat until I was able to take in all of his cock - which I guessed to be eight inches. He continued to play with my tits with one hand while the other hand now gathered my hair into a tight, painful ponytail which he used to control my rhythm up and down on him.
I let a moan escape as he gave my nipple an extra hard pinch, but realized the error of my ways when he grabbed my hair even tighter and pulled me completely off his cock, twisting me around so that I was forced to look up into his eyes. He pulled his hand out of my bra and brought a finger to his lips, reminding me that I needed to be as quiet as possible, and I nodded obediently.

Once he was confident I understood, he forced me back down on his cock in one fast motion, and then encouraged me in a very fast up-and-down rhythm. Any guy I’d been with in the past would have cum after just a few moments of this treatment, but I could sense that John had a level of stamina I’d never experienced.

He pulled me away once again, this time letting go of my hair and pulling me up to be as tall as I could while still on my knees. He unhooked my bra, smiling that the clasp was in the front, and pushed the lacy fabric aside. He then took one of my hands in each of his, positioned them on my breasts, and encouraged me to press them together as he pulled me close and placed his cock between them, rubbing slowly up and down, the tip of his cock just reaching my lips and outstretched tongue with each stroke.

We continued this motion for a few moments more, until he put a finger on my chin and encouraged me to look up at him.

“You’ve made me so hard, Ashlynn. Would you like to feel me inside of you?”

“Oh, god, yes, John.”

“Are you wet? I want to make sure your tight little pussy is ready for my big, hard cock.”

I stood up and slowly pulled my skirt up to give him access to explore. His hands worked their way up my inner thighs, pushed my panties to one side of my warm, wet pussy, and he rubbed his fingers firmly against my pussy lips.

“Oh, my goodness, Ashlynn, you certainly are wet. That’s a good thing, because I’m not interested in any more foreplay. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.”

He brought his legs closer together, allowing me to spread mine to straddle him. With one smooth motion, he put his hands on my upper thighs, raising my skirt all the way up as he pulled me down on him, burying himself deep in my pussy on his first stroke. It took all my willpower to remain silent as he filled me more completely than I had ever been filled before.

Once I was used to the sensation, I began riding him, slowly at first, then more quickly, although each time I moved closer to a climax, he would slow my motions to bring me down from that high. I wanted to cry out, to plead with him to let me cum, but I also knew that if I trusted him, John would likely bring me to a more powerful orgasm than I’d ever experienced.

He pulled me close, his mouth on my ear, and as if reading my mind, whispered, “don’t worry, Ashlynn, I’ll let you cum first. But only if you let me cum in your mouth, and promise to swallow every drop. I can’t very well have you leaving my office with cum all over your chin, right?”

“No problem, John. I promise.”

“OK, stand up, and turn around.”

I quickly did as I was told, pulling myself up off of his throbbing cock, turning around, and placing my hands on his desk. He pushed me down further, so that my forearms were pressed against the papers scattered across his desk, and forced my legs apart as he plunged deep into me with one firm motion.

I pressed my face into my arm, once again having to work hard to avoid crying out in a combination of pleasure and pain as he pounded me from behind. I had lost all concept of time at this point, but it can’t have been long before my orgasm began building. John reached around and fondled my clit with two fingers just as I reached my climax, forcing me over the edge, and the waves of pleasure were still moving through my body as he pulled out of me, spun me around, and forced me to my knees.

He stroked himself furiously for a few more seconds before forcing himself into my mouth once more. For a fleeting moment, I realized that I was tasting my own juices for the first time, but that thought soon left my head as he jerked and shot his load deep into my throat. I pulled away slightly, catching the rest of it in the front of my mouth, where I could relish its salty flavor while still swallowing every drop, as he had asked me to.

As soon as he was finished, he returned to the businesslike demeanor I was so familiar with. He adjusted himself back into his boxers, zipped his slacks, and helped me fasten my bra and button my blouse. He pulled his fingers through my hair to bring it back to a respectable look, and then motioned for me to sit back down in the chair across from his desk.

I adjusted my panties as best as I could, my own cum still dripping from my pussy, picked up my notebook, and sat down.

“Now, Ashlynn, there’s a meeting tomorrow that I’d like you to attend with me.”

Work-related thoughts gradually filled my head as I came back to reality, and I gave him a quizzical look. After all, I knew his calendar better than he did.

“But you don’t have any meetings tomorrow.”

“I will after you add this one. We’ll need about two hours, starting at 1pm.”

“Um, OK. What should I title it?”

“Strategy Discussion.”

“I don’t suppose you could give me any more details, so I can be sure to be prepared?”

“Just use your imagination this evening, and come prepared for anything, as I know you always do, Ashlynn. You’re a wonderful assistant, always doing such a tremendous job of anticipating my needs. Thanks, that will be all, I’m sure my 4:00 appointment is waiting. Why don’t you go ahead and head home for the evening, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Um, OK, John. Thanks for everything.”

“No, thank you.”

I left his office not quite sure what to think. I had just experienced the hottest sex of my life. I knew I could trust John, but was still filled with a vague sense of mystery about where he intended to go from here. Was he teasing me about the meeting the next day? Was it really just another boring meeting, or was he asking me to schedule a rendezvous for the two of us? My heart raced as I imagined the possibilities.