by AJ Gray
After several steps however, he was stood frozen in his tracks like a deer in headlights. Ms Davenport and Old Bill had unexpectedly rounded the row in the corner straight ahead. They’d immediately spotted him. As Ms Davenport paced towards him, the jar he was carrying dropped to the floor, rolling until it settled next to Ms Davenport’s feet.
“What the hell do you think your doing?” she demanded to know.
She was a woman in her late Fifties, tall and slim, with greying brown hair. The elegant business suit she wore was cream, its pencil skirt reached to her knees. She was adorned with the expensive accessories that came with wealth: a pearl necklace, designer watch, a dark green emerald broach and diamond earrings. Despite her age she was a woman in demand, pursued by a flock of younger suitors.
“I was um…getting a jar of this for Laura, head of sales,” Adam stammered, trying to be clever and worm his way out of his predicament.
“Yes I know who Laura is,” she said turning to Bill who was watching mystified.
“Bill would you run along and get Laura down here so we can clear this matter up.”
As Bill walked off, Adam stopped him, “Wait.” He knew he was well and truly rumbled, why make this more humiliating and get Laura involved in this.
“Ms Davenport the truth is I’d heard some rumours about this stuff and wanted to try it out.”
It was a fairly pathetic explanation and he knew it. Ms Davenport’s green eyes stared at him sternly for a few seconds as she stood ruminating over what to do with him.
“We’ll deal with this matter internally, get up to my office now,” she said coldly.
As he left she picked up the jar by her feet. “So he wants to find out how it works does he, well that’s exactly what he’ll get.” A thin smile had spread across her lips.
Adam made his way out the lift and onto the top floor, straight into a large rich polished lobby. He didn’t visit this floor often. He sat down on the plush couch.
Opposite was a table behind which golden haired Lisa sat. At only twenty-three she felt lucky to hold the position of Ms Davenport’s personal assistant. She had seen Adam around the building and thought he was handsome, but was wary. Rumours abounded about him being a ladies man, who would cheat and lie to get a girl into bed. Seeing him, she walked over to see why he was here.
Adam also knew Lisa, saw her something of a future conquest. As she came towards him she looked good. Her peach blouse was clingy, her short white skirt and nude heels heightened her petite frame.
“Excuse me Adam, do you have an appointment with Ms Davenport?”
“No,” said Adam rather sulkily. “But she asked me to come up here.”
“Oh, well, I’ll leave you to it then.”
Adam ran his eyes over her sexy legs, and watched her cute little ass as she sashayed back to her desk. When Ms Davenport arrived she had a quick word with Lisa and completely ignoring Adam strode into her office. As he waited, he felt like he was being summoned to the headmistress office back at school. After another five minutes of waiting, the intercom on Lisa’s desk beeped, and he was asked to go in.
The office was well maintained and continued the rich, opulent, feel of the upper floor. Ms Davenport was seated behind a polished oak desk, the wall behind her was covered in glass panels, letting in plenty of light. There was no seat so Adam stood in front of the desk, preparing himself for a scolding.
Ms Davenport pulled out a draw, extracting the jar he’d previously held. Her heals clicked on the polished floor as she walked around the large desk. Settling on its surface, she crossed her slim legs, which were covered in almost transparent, tanned, tights.
“So Adam here we are,” she said calmly, but authoritatively, fixing him with her gaze. “I’d like you to tell me one more time exactly why you were in the storage compound.”
Adam cleared his throat, which suddenly felt very dry.
“Like I said, I just wanted to try the gel, I’d heard rumours about how fantastic it was supposed to work.”
“Is that so,” she said momentarily looking down at the jar she held. “The thing is Adam, you had no permission to be there and least of all stealing one of my products. Did you?”
“No,” Adam had to admit.
“That’s right and unfortunately it leaves me with little room for manoeuvre. I can give you two options, the first you can leave right now terminating your employment at this company or,” she said, pausing for a second, making Adam suffer wondering what the seconds option was.
“Or you can get your wish, and try out the product, here, this instant.”
There was utter silence as Adam’s mind went into overdrive. He certainly couldn’t afford to lose this job, times were tough, finding another wasn’t a certainty. He couldn’t believe what he ‘d gotten himself into, again. He nodded slowly, consentingly.
“Is that a yes Adam?”
“Yes,” he said officially feeling like he was handing his dignity over to his boss.
“Good,” she said, straightening her back, getting comfortable on the desk. “Then Strip.”
She slowly rolled the R, emphasising the word and the power she exerted. Adam looked at her as if trying to comprehend that this was really happening, but slowly succumbing to his fate, began to undress.
He took off the jacket of his suit first, laying it on the floor, seeing nowhere else to put it. His tie and shirt followed, then his shoes, belt, trousers and socks. He was now stood only in his white boxers, the boss of the company sat on her desk, only metres from him, scrutinizing his every detail.
“And those,” she said, casually gesturing at his last item of clothing.
A gulping Adam slid them off, his large penis flopping out as he did so. He placed them on the pile of clothes that had formed, the last remaining shreds of dignity he’d ever had. Ms Davenport was impressed. He had a nice muscular body, broad shoulders, and a very nice large, thick, cock. She held out the jar, making Adam come to her. He took it from her, noticing her gaze drifting downwards.
“Go ahead, just as you so wished,” she said, interested to see the effects of the gel on such a virile, well-hung young man.
Adam unscrewed the jar and began lathering his penis with the gel.
“I don’t want to see so much as a speck not covered. Nice and shiny please,” Ms Davenport demanded.
Despite wilful resistance, as it had before, Adam’s penis took only seconds to reach full stiffness.
“The jar please Adam,” she said smiling at the sight of his big cock, standing erect, like a soldier at attention for her.
He walked over to her, with his stiff penis swaying from side to side. After passing her the jar, he returned to where he’d stood. Ms Davenport placed the jar back in the draw and walked towards him. She was almost his height in her heels. She looked him up, and down, and then very slowly walked around him, as if inspecting all of his body.
Adam stood frozen, his heart was palpitating, his manhood already aching. He looked through the glass window. He could see offices in the tower block across the road and prayed no body could make him out. Nice firm ass, thought Ms Davenport, stopping with her head angled, looking him up and then down, taking every inch of him in. She moved once more to his front.
“I’ve got a busy day ahead of me and I don’t want you wasting any more of my time. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” he replied, eager to end this as quickly as possible.
“Yes WHAT?” she barked.
He instinctively edged back a little, from the shock of her raised voice. She strode towards him and gripped his slick, hard, shaft.
“Where do you think you’re going,” she said, pulling him back into position by his manhood.
“Let’s try that again shall we. Is that understood?”
“Yes Ms Davenport,” he said chastened.
“Good, then stand by the desk until I say otherwise.”
He moved awkwardly to one side of the desk as Ms Davenport rounded the oth
er and pressed the intercom.
“Lisa, could you come in here and clear these clothes off the floor please,” she said into the speaker.
“Yes Ms Davenport,” Lisa replied.
Oh no, thought Adam, suddenly gripped by panic. As the door was pushed open, and Lisa entered, her mouth dropped open. Standing buck naked, and erect, was the handsome stud. He had his arms clutched behind him and his circumcised, hard cock, was jutting upwards, big and impressive. It wouldn’t have looked out of place on a porn shoot. She stood before the desk in shock, her eyes lingering on Adam. Adam’s cheeks were burning up, turning from rosy red, to beetroot. Ms Davenport looked up from her laptop and smiled at Lisa’s look of astonishment.
“Adam here, has taken it on himself to demonstrate how effective our new product is, a guinea pig if you will,” she said breaking the spell. “Thank you Lisa, that’ll be all for now.”
Lisa picked up the clothes and as she closed the door, had one last cheeky look at Adam’s big boner and smiled, the day had just perked up considerably.
Ms Davenport sat typing at her desk. She had the onerous daily tasks typical of a woman in a senior position such as herself; business transactions, listening to pitches for new products and reviewing feedback from human resources. Her morning had been full, was to be full, of meetings with crusty old businessman. She’d decided to cancel them however, part of being so successful was to be flexible after all, and days like this didn’t come along often.
She proceeded instead to invite a few of her business friends and associates, sure they’d be more than entertained by her new piece of furniture. Today was going to be a lot more fun than usual that was for sure.
As she typed away, all Adam could think was, ‘how did I get myself into this, how long will she keep me here, like this?’ Turning around a few times he could see the street a fair distance below, full with traffic, people scampering about like ants, the general hubbub of the city. He hoped that it was too far for people to see his bared backside.
After half an hour, Lisa buzzed, alerting Ms Davenport to the arrival of her first appointment. Adam could tell it was half an hour by the slow, steady, tick, of the clock above the door. Lisa of course escorted them in, keen to take every opportunity to see Adam, so unrestrictedly displaying himself. Her pearly whites permanently on display, were an indication of the enjoyment she was taking from seeing him in all his natural glory.
The two women she escorted were mother and daughter, Mediterranean in appearance. Both of them all smiles too, as they laid their eyes on Adam. Having sat down in chairs fronting the desk, Ms Davenport and the two ladies got down to discussing business related matters.
Adam quickly zoned out of the conversation, the intensity of the sensation in his cock too much of a distraction. He was beginning to wonder why it was called a boner and not a cementer. It certainly felt as hard as cement. Out of the corner of his eye he felt the women taking sneaky glances, but whenever he turned towards them they were facing Ms Davenport. Adam was doing his best to look straight ahead, trying to avoid looking at the daughter.
She was wearing an incredibly short red skirt, which had rode up, and was revealing the underside of some upper thigh, tantalisingly close to one ass cheek. She must have been in her early twenties and in the flush of womanhood. It somehow made Adam’s predicament all the more uncomfortable, baring all to a young women, who’d maybe only seen two or three penises in her short life.
Adam had little choice, however, except to grin and bear it and present himself to the clothed ladies. As the meeting came to a close the two women took one, long, obvious gaze in Adam’s direction before leaving.
Ms Davenport stood in front of Adam inspecting the strength of his cock. It hadn’t wilted at all she noted pleasingly. Judging by it, the gel was sure to be a success.
“Thirsty?” she asked. Adam nodded his throat was feeling perched.
Having filled a glass of water from the cooler, Ms Davenport poured the liquid into Adam’s mouth like she was watering an expensive office plant. His arms were still clenched behind him, he was doing his utmost to avoid touching himself. A few drops dripped onto Adam’s chest, a few onto his swollen erection. There light touch made his cock throb.
“Oops, how clumsy of me,” said Ms Davenport, dabbing one finger onto his chest to mop up the water, and then another without warning onto the tip of Adam’s excited cock. The touch felt heavenly, yet excruciating because of its briefness. Ms Davenport smiled her thin smile.
“Don’t get too excited, I wouldn’t want there to be any accidents, the floors just been cleaned you know,” she said returning to the desk.
Three more meetings took place in the next two hours, each with mature friends of Ms Davenport. All of the women took great delight in the spectacle that greeted them. They seemed to Adam to generally talk about business, but every now and then he would hear a turn of phrase like; ‘The Dow-Jones certainly is up today’ or ‘isn’t there a stiff breeze blowing outside.’
In the second meeting, Ms Davenport showed the lady some pictures of her grandchildren on her phone, upon which she said ‘Ahh look how large little dick has got.’ The women were clearly having fun at his expense. After the meetings had concluded Ms Davenport told him she was going out for lunch.
“Lisa will watch over you while I’m gone, and I want you to treat her every order as if it was my own.” She tapped his cock ensuring his attention. “Is that understood?”
“Yes Ms Davenport,” he said submissively.
“Good.”
He watched her stride out the room, wondering when this torment would end.
Ms Davenport’s pretty golden haired assistant, Lisa, sat slightly to Adam’s right, directly facing him. Her nipples were hard under the thin peach material covering her soft, firm breasts. She was crunching on an apple.
“I still don’t understand,” she was saying, referring to Adam’s actions this morning. He’d told her about trying to take the gel, why he was being disciplined.
“I wouldn’t dare risk crossing Ms Davenport,” she said mentally stroking his willy.
“I’m beginning to see why,” Adam replied. There was a gentle tap on the door. They both looked towards it.
“Come in,” said Lisa expectantly.
In walked Keeley, the bubbly and sexy secretary who had witnessed Adam’s explosive performance last week. Lisa and her were good friends and when she’d learnt of the uncompromising situation Adam had found himself in, there was no way she’d was going to miss it.
She looked sensational in a charcoal grey pinstriped dress. Below the midriff the short dress was pleated like a tennis skirt, she wore sexy black boots. Adam found her incredibly attractive and couldn’t believe it, he’d tried his best all last week to avoid her, and yet here she was seeing him stark bollock naked once more, his pecker pointing obscenely to the ceiling.
“Hi Adam,” she said smiling, her eyes taking all of him in. “What is it with you and your willy.”
“Is there something I’m missing?” asked Lisa as she threw her finished apple in the bin.
Keeley moved a chair next to Lisa and recounted the events of last week in graphic detail. She’d brought Adam a sandwich telling him a ‘big boy like you needs to keep his stamina up.’ He took it gratefully and scoffed it as Keeley talked. The distraction did little to prevent his blushing. The two young women were displaying a lot of flesh, making the most of their light tanned skin and the hot summer. They were the kind of women who could put the heat on any man, never mind one with virility enhancing gel slathered over his cock.
“How much fun do you want to have?” Keeley asked.
“As much as we can get away with,” Lisa replied, looking up at Adam naughtily.
Keeley extracted a white feather from her purse. The young women smiled and giggled excitedly.
“Erm Adam, could you come a little closer please,” asked Keeley.
Adam did as was told and stood between them. He knew
they had all the power. All Lisa had to do was tell Ms Davenport he’d been disobedient and he’d be in for it. Keeley, grinning, slowly ran the feather up and down the underside of Adam’s shaft, slowly over the sensitive dark pink glands on the end of his knob.
His cock twitched at the light, light, touch of the feather, it was an intoxicating mix of pleasure and unbearable desire. He was gasping for more when Keeley stopped and handed the feather over to Lisa, as the two women continued their relentless teasing.
“What do you think we should nickname Adam’s big schlong?” asked Keeley.
“How about the Loch Ness monster,” said Lisa, gently tickling Adam’s engorged helmet. Both of them burst into spontaneous fits of laughter.
“No,” said Keeley. “Adam’s cock is far too hard for that. How about….Big Bertha….or Stallion....he’s certainly hung like a horse.”
The ladies were in hysterics. Adam was trembling at their touch, he didn’t how much more of this he could take. Lisa handed the feather back to Keeley.
“I’ve got it Big Ben…ding dong,” said Lisa.
“After the cock tower,” cried Keeley almost crying in hysterics.
Adam felt a deep rise and fall within him, his jaw clenched, his eyes rolled back. Noticing his overly excited prick, Lisa told Keeley to stop. It was too late, yet just in time. A small, but definite drop of white cum dribbled from the opening of Adam’s urethra. Keeley had stopped just in time, preventing a full blown orgasm.
“That was close,” said Keeley, carefully wiping the mess from the end of Adam’s penis.
“A little too close, I don’t think Ms Davenport would take to kindly if Adam shot his load without her permission,” said Lisa, highlighting Adam’s utter subordination. Keeley put the feather away. Adam didn’t know whether if it was because of what happened, but he suddenly had the strongest urge to pee and was hopping on one foot. The two women giggled as his cock bounced around.
“Lisa, this is no joke, I really need to pee,” he said in discomfort.
“Can’t you bend it forward or something?” asked Keeley.