Chapter 4

I asked Lloyd where we were going tonight. He said the Conference Table, there is an outside window so people can see you. It is not as bad as it sounds because our office was 3 floors up. However, people in the other offices may see if they looked out of their windows. Hopefully most of the offices were now closed.

“On your back” Lloyd shouted, “tonight you are going to see everything that I do to you”. I was getting excited thinking of what he was going to do but also scared. “Arms above your head” he scowled. He had been in to my office, got my bra and tied my arms together with it. My legs were dangling off the big desk, and I had them open wide. “I know you are a whore and used to having your legs wide open, but close them together, I need your knickers off” he said. He had not seen my granny knickers yet so he could be in for a shock. I put my legs up on the desk, closed together and my skirt fell back over my large thighs. “Fucking hell, what are those, they are so fucking ugly” he said of my granny knickers, “I am feeling ill looking at them, they definitely need to come off”. He ripped them down my thighs and calfs then kicked them across the Conference Room floor. The button and zip on my skirt was at the back so he had difficulty getting my skirt off but before long it was off and I was naked across the desk.

He told me to open my legs, then he proceeded to tie my ankles to the desk legs, then to keep my thighs open he tied my thighs to the side of the desk. I was so wide apart I was now wondering what plans he had for tonight. He fingered my cunt, “not as wet as last night yet bitch, plenty of time though”. Last night was an adventure and pleasurable, tonight already seemed as if it was going to be something else.

He started to lick and bite my nipples, one of my favorite things. I didn’t care how much he bit them, it would cause me to get wet. He then disappeared again, just like last night. He came back making a clicking noise. I soon realized what the noise was as he put bulldog clips on to my nipples. His previous twisting and biting of my nipples had taken a lot of the sensation out of my nipples so it didn’t really hurt when he clamped the clips on. He moved to my pussy, then proceeded to lick my pussy all the way from my clit to my ass, fuck it felt so good, so soothing. Perhaps this was going to be nice after all. I felt my pussy getting wet and I smeared his face with my cunt juices. It brought a smile to my face so I chuckled when I saw his face. “What the fuck are you laughing at bitch?” he shouted, “do you want to be gagged?” That scared me as I had a real panic attack the one time I had been gagged before. He slapped my face hard as punishment for laughing. He then put his thumb in my ass, that really made me squirm and I felt my pussy juices start to dribble down across my ass.

“You want my fat cock whore, you want it don’t you? You want my cock in your ass?” he asked, sounding more menacing all the time. “Yes, yes, yes” I replied “but my mouth, only my mouth”. He moved to the top of the desk, I opened my mouth wide and he started to face fuck me. He rammed in to me hard, it was painful as my head was bouncing off the desk as he face fucked me. Surprisingly he pulled out of my mouth without cumming, as he moved down to my pussy and started to run his erect cock up and down my pussy lips. He was so close to penetrating me. “I am going to fuck your dirty ass, you know you want it, you are just a dog on heat” he spat at me, “no, no, no penetration, anything else but not that” I cried out in response. That really upset him as he bellowed at me “you are nothing but a fucking cock tease. I know no means no, good luck getting out of here before the cleaners find you, fucking bitch”.

With that I heard him pull his trousers up then the next thing I heard was the office door close. The bastard has left me trussed up to be found by the cleaners or the maintenance man. How the fuck would I explain that? I started to wriggle and fight my arms out of the bra. Fortunately I managed to release my arms although in the process I did ruin my bra, good job it wasn’t one of my sexy ones. With my arms untied I managed to release my thighs and ankles, then I found out my knickers were missing. What had the bastard done with them? I was now in floods of tears as I looked around the office trying to find them. Eventually I found them, in the stationary cupboard, he obviously hoped that I didn’t find them but somebody would the following day.

I went back in to my office, put my blouse, knickers and skirt back on, and cried my eyes out for the next 30 minutes. I was mentally broken, the physical pain was no where near as bad as last night, but the mental anguish was something else. Why did I keep putting myself in these situations?