Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  I walked into her large office and closed the door behind me. I stood where I was and waited for another command, I was afraid to move. Vanessa stood up from her chair, and walked out from behind her black metal and glass desk. She was wearing a black dress, her long blond hair in a ponytail today, tracing a straight line down her back to the top of her bum.

  She walked right up to me, taking long confident strides as she approached, her polished black heels flashing in the light with each step. She continued until she was right up in front of me and then stopped. Staring me in the eye, she reached up with one hand, I thought she was going to stroke my cheek. Her hand lifted a little higher and reached back behind my head, finding what she was looking for, Vanessa pulled a cord and the blinds in her office flicked shut. The sizable window that had kept all our actions visible to everyone else, which kept me feeling like I was safe, was covered. I suddenly felt so vulnerable.

  Snapping me back to reality was Vanessa’s voice, barking an order at me once more. “Sit down, Jenny.”

  “Oh, yes, sorry.” I apologized and headed over to the single leather chair which was orientated to face Vanessa’s desk. Sitting down, I tried to make myself comfortable, but as if Vanessa had her whole office designed to make you feel as uneasy as possible, the chair seemed to have been built to force you to sit extremely straight and rigid.

  “Now Jenny,” she said, as she rounded in on me from behind, “You seem to have taken me for a fool by thinking that I wouldn’t mind you choosing a night out getting wasted over doing the work you begged me for.” These words came out cold and slow, making me shiver.

  “I am so sorry Vanessa-“

  “Call me Miss,” she interrupted.

  “Eh, I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to insult you at all in doing this.” I began to try to explain myself. “I honestly completely forgot about the project-“

  “Oh, so it wasn’t important to you at all then was it, why bother even begging me for it in the first place Jenny?” She demanded out loud. “Although, it was nice to see you plead like that…” she trailed off, thinking out loud to herself.

  “Please Miss, I know I have blown it now but please don’t fire me. You know I can do great work around here, I can make it up to you.” I begged again.

  This begging seemed to stop her in her vicious tracks. She walked over in front of her desk and leaned back against it, sitting on the edge and looking at me. As I continued to offer anything that might make her reconsider firing me she seemed to have a twinkle in her eye as she thought up a plan.

  “Ok, that’s enough Jenny, I like you begging but I can’t stand you whining!” she snapped, needing silence to finish this plan she was creating. “It turns out I do indeed have an offer for you,” she started. “As you and all your little friends know, I tend to give anyone who messes up the sack, straight away, however there’s something about you that is quite pleasing to me.”

  She had stood up again and was pacing back and forth from behind her desk. “Now here comes the choice, I will fire you and that’ll be the end of your business relationship with us here, or…” she paused, causing my mind to run wild thinking up what could be coming next. Whatever it was I’d take it, I was desperate not to lose this job. “Or I will to whip you.” She finished, a dark smile spreading across her blood red lips.

  Whipped? Huh? I have to admit, the offer of being whipped really took me by surprise. I was expecting something like extra slug work around the office, not some sexual request. What the hell was she thinking? But like I said, I was desperate to keep my position so I agreed.

  “Good, now stand up Jenny, pull your skirt up and bend over my desk.” She ordered again. I did as I was told, now incredibly thankful the blinds were closed, this was humiliating.

  Exposing myself to her office and leaning down on the cold glass and metal of her desk caused a little tingle to run through my body as I waited for the next move. I heard Vanessa opening a drawer of her desk and taking something out. It was a leather whip, consisting of lots of little strips of the material.

  Standing behind me she gave me one last order before she began, “Bite down on your fist Jenny, I don’t want you making a peep okay?” And soon after she said the last word I felt a sharp sting across my bum cheeks. It was hot and it burned and I wanted to scream like crazy, but somehow I actually liked it. Striking me three more times slowly I made sure not to cry out.

  Although it was painful, I liked being belittled like this. Vanessa approached me from behind and I felt her warm hand stroking my now pink ass.

  “Good girl Jenny,” she said, as her fingers traced down over the lips of my pussy through my panties. “But we are most certainly not finished here.”

  Touching and rubbing against me, Vanessa felt how wet I was and tutted. “Don’t be such a little whore, I can’t believe you’re actually getting off on this. You need to be punished even harder.” She teased. Walking back round to her side of the desk she went back into her drawers. I heard the rattle of something metal and soon enough I felt the cold click of a handcuff around each wrist as she restrained me in place, attaching each hand to a drawer handle leaving me bent and exposed over her desk.

  She then came back around behind me and pulled down my panties leaving them wrapped around my ankles. She ran her hand once more underneath me, tracing from my clit round to the dripping wetness of my sex. Rubbing and pressing against me for a moment, I raised my hips up high for her, hoping she would slide a finger inside.

  The pleasure stopped and once again I was stung with the sharp bite of the whip. Beating me continuously over my ass and the back of my thighs I was forced to bite hard on my fist, my eyes watered and my knees became weak. My ass was on fire from the burning of the whipping but I didn’t ask her to stop, knowing I was running wetness down the inside of my thighs. I hated the pain, and at the same time I loved it.

  The whipping finally came to a stop and I waited to see what would happen next. Catching the glistening of my juices against my legs, Vanessa laughed callously.

  “Thank me. You’re enjoy this aren’t you, you bad little girl?” she mocked me.

  “Thank you Miss, thank you, I do like it. I deserve to be punished. Thank you.” I breathed and sighed as I said this, my pussy begging the whole time to be touched.

  “Good girl,” she replied.

  “Miss,” I began “please touch me again, please stroke me.”

  This was too much, I had been too greedy because Vanessa bent over me and whispered angrily in my ear “Don’t you dare ask me for anything! You don’t even deserve this from me, you’re lucky you’re still even here. Now, if I want to play with your pretty little pussy I will and you will only come when I let you.”

  With this she slapped her hand against my pussy twice, sending shocks up through my clit. She then walked back to her drawers and I heard her lifting out a multitude of items. I had no idea what they were as my head was pressed down against the table and my field of view was limited due to my restraints. Once she had lifted out everything she needed she closed the drawer and then I heard her sigh to herself as she decided what she wanted to use first.

  “Now Jenny, I have many toys here, some are nice and some are nasty. But I am going to use them on you and you are going to thank me as I do. And if you get close to coming, you tell me okay, you ask for my permission to come. Only when I let you come will you be allowed release. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” I confirmed

  The whip came flying down hard against my back, cracking against me painfully. “Yes, what?!” Vanessa nudged.

  “Yes, Miss” I corrected myself.

  I heard Vanessa pick up a toy and walk back round behind me, there was a click as she turned it on and a vibrating as it started up. She held the Hitachi wand against my pussy, the powerful vibrations firing through my body and making me cry out in pleasure as my pussy tightened and my hips lifted in response to the sensations.

  Vanessa lifted the wand away an
d warned me to keep quiet or I’d be sent back to my desk without any release. So once again I bit down on my fist and only muffled moans quietly to myself. She replaced the wand against my clit and turned it up to full power. It was extreme and I felt like I would explode. In fact the mind blowing sensations of the vibrations were making my legs weak, I had to pull against the handcuffs to hold myself up as I melted against the wand and let the waves of the pulsating rhythms bring me closer to an orgasm.

  “Thank you, Miss.” I gasped “But if this continues I think I will come.” I confessed.

  “Good girl for being honest,” she said, and she took the wand away. I was sad when she did this but I didn’t have to wait for long for the next sensation as a thick dildo was jammed into my pussy. Forcing all of its length and thickness deep into me, I once again closed my eyes and felt my wet pussy tighten against the dildo, hugging it into me and having it hit all the right spots.

  Vanessa took hold of the toy and began pull it out slowly, giving it a little twist as she did so. The feeling of the twisting was something I had never really felt before but it was amazing and I thanked her as she did it, begging her to continue. She started slowly with the dildo, testing me for how deep I could take it and how hard I could handle her thrusting it into me.

  I tried to be a good girl for her and take the pain of the fat toy, I knew that’s what she would want after all the joy she got from whipping me so hard. Her timing began to build and the pressure of the toy inside me continued to increase. Pounding me hard and fast, I felt the toy banging me violently, filling every inch of me as it pushed itself all the way into me.

  As Vanessa did this, I felt a new pressure, this time against my asshole. A cold, hard material was pressing into me and I cried out a little at the stretching ache.

  “Don’t fight me Jenny,” Vanessa warned. “Relax, you’ll enjoy this, I promise,” she added.

  Exhaling slowly, I felt the cold glass shaft gliding into my ass as Vanessa pulled out with the dildo in my pussy. She was right, I did like it. It was the most satisfying feeling ever, making me feel like I might burst from the pleasure I was receiving. If I felt like I was filled before, then this needed a whole new description, as the beaded glass shaft in my ass moved in and out in time with the dildo.

  Slowly warming to my body temperature, the glass toy in my ass started to heat, feeling more like a rock hard cock in my ass. Vanessa had it at an angle so that it was also pressing through against my G spot, and as the dildo and the glass shaft were moving in and out at opposite times, it felt like my pussy was being pounded twice as hard.

  “Yes, Miss, please don’t stop that.” I pleaded. “You were right Miss, I do enjoy it.” I admitted, giving into the notion that I was indeed a bad little girl like Vanessa had suggested earlier. I mean I was strapped to my boss’ desk and veering dangerously close to an intense orgasm.

  “I knew you would, you whore.” She spat at me “Do you like me using all your holes Jenny? Do you like being taken advantage of?” She questioned.

  “Yes, Miss!” I almost screamed, but was careful to keep my voice low, eager for her to continue, “but I’m close again, I’m so close.”

  “Is that true?” Vanessa taunted me, slowing her movements again; making my pussy throb, making my clit pulse, even making my ass tighten from this indulgent pleasure.

  “Oh, please Miss, please let me come. I want so badly for you to make me come.” I whimpered

  “I suppose you have been good and taken your punishments well. Looks like you can follow orders after all.” Vanessa seemed to soften and I heard her reach back over the desk for the Hitachi Wand once more. Placing it firmly under me so that it was balanced against my clit, pushing the dildo as deep as it would go into my pussy and forcing the glass shaft back up my ass, Vanessa leaned down over me once more, dominating my entire body and whispered, “Ready, steady…”

  Switching on the power for the Hitachi, thrusting at me hard and fast in both my holes she shouted “GO!” and I felt my legs shake. The thumping in my pussy, the beaded pounding in my ass, the shockwaves of the vibrations directly on my clit, it was more than I had ever experienced before. My body grew stiff and my hips lifted as high as they could go. Whimpered and moaning and grinding my body, I let the waves of an orgasm wash through me as Vanessa continued to hammer the toys into my pussy and my ass, keeping the wand in place on my clit as I grew extremely sensitive and shook uncontrollably.

  I gasped and sighed and tried to catch my breath but I couldn’t. Vanessa didn’t stop, she wouldn’t relent and I was forced immediately back into another orgasm. This time stronger and deeper, the surges of endorphins and ecstasy flooded my body and I grew limp and still on the desk, encouraging Vanessa to slow and eventually stop. I lay there spent as Vanessa pulled my panties back up over my soaking ass and pussy, folded my skirt back down over my hips and released me from my cuffs.

  “Alright, back to work Jenny, I need that project on my desk by the end of the day. Understood?” Vanessa looked me sharp in the eye, like nothing had happened in here this whole time.

  “Understood.” I said, although I was tempted to avoid the work again and see if I would be treated to round two. I stepped outside the office, my face drenched with sweat, my hair a mess, and took my walk of shame. I could feel all their eyes on me, but I was still twitching from my orgasm to even care. I sat at my desk, replaying everything that had just happened, and smiled.

  Bad Boy to the Rescue

  I normally hate working as a bartender, I mean it’s terrible pay and most of the guys that come drinking along ‘The Leather Belt’ – the strip with the most Biker Bars in town – are drunkards and perverts. Apart from this one guy, he’s been coming for a few weeks now but always keeps to himself, like a bit of a lone wolf.

  He always sits in the same place, at the end of the bar and orders whiskeys all night in his gruff, deep voice. This guy is intriguing too which irritates me because one of my general rules about working the bar is to keep a good distance, emotionally and physically from the guys around, like I said, they’re all a bunch of sleaze balls and would jump at me the minute they think I’m so much as looking them in the eye for even just a second too long.

  He’s big, not just because he is so tall, but also in the way that his strong arms spread out across his chosen section of the bar in a territorial way. In how his rough hands look giant gripping the glasses of whiskey and ice that he drinks. In how his chest and shoulders stretch and puff out when he comes in and pulls himself out of his leather jacket, the material straining across the mass of solid muscle that is his torso. He’s also quiet and never causes any trouble, for these reasons, all I’ve wanted to do for weeks was talk to him and like I said, I normally hate my job, but last night was different.

  It was midnight and the bar was emptying, with only around five guys left in the place drinking. They were all being pretty loud and the place stank of testosterone and beer as they sat around chatting about women and their bikes. I decided to get a head start on cleaning up as I expected this group to all leave soon and stagger their way home. Wandering around the bar, I began lifting empty glasses and wiping down whichever tables were unoccupied. Leaning across a pile of chairs that were laying around one table I suddenly felt a sharp and painful slap across my ass, followed by a jeering voice “When are you gunna let me bend you over one of these tables like that, Megan eh?” I was disgusted but I also knew better than to argue with a drunken biker at this time of night. I turned around to this shady character and tried to sound firm without aggression.

  “D-don’t try that again, okay?” I stammered, my voice sounding so little and pathetic. I cursed myself inside as the guy began laughing loudly and stood up, approaching me with a horrible look in his eye. “Ok, erm, maybe it’s time that you went home, yeah?” I suggested as I slowly backed away.

  Suddenly, the quiet guy from the corner of the bar was standing in front of me, one of his large hands spread across my shoulde
rs, protecting me from this creeps lingering stare. “Didn’t you hear the lady?! Time to go home, pal.” There was no hint of friendliness in his voice at all.

  My silent Saviour loomed over the pervert, standing behind him, I got to see just how tall he was and having his firm hand against me was simultaneously comforting and arousing. The pervert hadn’t shifted an inch and so my guy moved forward and grabbed him by the collar, lifting his feet slightly from the floor. “LEAVE!” he shouted into the drunkard’s face and then his big fist had punched the little pig in the face, startling him into temporary sobriety.

  “Ok, ok, I’m sorry alright? I’ll go,” he whimpered

  “No, let me help you,” my gruff guy’s voice lowered as he snarled this to the pervert. Holding this guy by the back of the neck and leading him to the door. He continued to muttered threats until the pervert was out the door and running home, his tail between his legs.

  The big quiet guy walked back over to me, where I has remained frozen in shock. He again placed his great hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” He asked, his deep voice softer now that he was speaking to me.

  I didn’t really have words for him and I was also distracted by the heat and pressure of that hand against my body. “Yeah, thanks so much …” I trailed off searching for his name.

  “Vic.” He offered.

  “Well Vic, how about a whiskey on the house then?” I suggested, breaking my own rules of keeping a distance.

  “Sounds perfect, Megan.” He replied, the smallest hint of a smile on his stubble face. I walked round behind the bar and started to pour him his favorite whiskey, he followed and sat in front of me on the other side of the bar. This was the first time since I started working here that I was sad that that large piece of wood was between me and one of the punters.

  Abandoning any thoughts I’d originally had of tidying the bar before closing, I spent the rest of the night just talking to Vic. He was even hotter than I had first thought now that he had lifted his head and was looking me in the eye while we talked. The rest of the guys in the bar slowly left and before long Vic and I were the only two sitting in the bar. The conversation had turned slightly and we were talking about small thrills.