Just Another Day at the Office

by Lacey Kane

  Play, he said. Like it was all a game. It looked like almost all of these “test products” were geared toward butt fucking. She’d never allowed any of her boyfriends to screw her that way. It just seemed painful and gross and unsexy, and not like something she wanted in the least. How on earth would she get out of this one?

  Chelsea sat there for several minutes, staring at these sex toys spread out over the desk and wishing she hadn’t made such an impetuous decision.

  Damn, she should have read through that contract a little better. But she’d needed to get a full-time job, or her parents were going to kick her to the curb, stop paying her rent and utilities, after she’d dropped out of SMU. This opportunity had presented itself, and it had seemed like the perfect job for her.

  She could work full time, do a little typing and filing, and maybe take a few product trials home to get herself off. What could be better? Especially since David had dumped her last week…not that she’d been seeing much action with him, anyway.

  But now…could she do this? Already, she was sitting in a strange man’s office—a huge strange man, no less—in nothing but her bra, panties, socks, and pumps, with a massive assortment of butt sex toys staring her in the face.

  “Well,” Jayson said, startling her out of her thoughts, “what do you say we get started?” Before she pulled her head back together, he was around the desk and pulling her to her feet, and she could do nothing but stammer.

  His hands were massive—the size of frying pans, almost. Chelsea wasn’t short by any stretch of the imagination, but he towered over her and everything about him dwarfed her.

  With a quick flick, he had her bra unfastened. It fell to her feet on the floor. Then he reached around her from behind and was touching her tits again, molding his hands against them and pressing on her nipples that were already hard as rocks. God, it felt good. She cursed herself when she let out a little moan. She was supposed to be resisting him, standing up for herself, but he had her melting into a puddle of goo at his feet.

  Speaking of puddles, there already seemed to be one forming in her pussy, just from the way he was touching her tits and ordering her around. How the heck was that happening? She shouldn’t be getting off on him telling her what to do like he owned her, but that was what was happening, regardless.

  Jayson pulled back hard on her breasts, forcing her back flush against his front, and his cock made itself known against her crack. Like the rest of him, it was enormous. Chelsea closed her eyes and tried to breathe. He’d kill her if he tried to put that thing in her pussy, let alone up her butt. The biggest guy she’d ever dated had been maybe six and a half inches, and screwing him had been painful.

  But then one of his hands moved lower and cupped her sex, separating her lips and pressing the fabric of her panties up into her. “God, you’re practically dripping, you’re so wet for me,” he said next to her ear as he used the cotton to abrade her clit.

  He let her go, and she nearly fell over from the loss. “Take off your panties.” Jayson moved over to his desk and shoved everything over to one side.

  Blushing like a new whore at confession, Chelsea slid her soaked panties down her hips. They landed at her feet and she stepped free of them, then started to do the same with her socks until he grabbed her arm.

  “Leave the socks. They make me think of thigh-highs and garters. We’ll be getting you some of those, by the way.”

  She blushed again at the thought that he intended to buy her undergarments.

  Without letting go of her hand, Jayson led her over to the desk. He pulled a pillow from the sofa—convenient how something like a sofa was located there, in his office—and put it between the hard edge of the desk and her hips, then bent her over it. He pressed her down until her head was on the desk, facing the outside window.

  Christ, she’d forgotten that anyone in that building could be watching all of this. Chelsea scanned the offices across from them. Most had their blinds closed, but a few had them at least partially open. Was anyone watching this?

  “Spread your legs for me. Let’s get started with our tests.” Keeping one hand on her head, where she couldn’t move, Jayson reached over and grabbed something from the desk. She wanted to see what it was, but his strength made it impossible for her to budge even so much as an inch.

  A buzzing sounded behind her. Chelsea braced herself for one of those damn things to be shoved in her ass.

  “Wider.” Jayson set the vibrating toy on the desk and gripped her thighs with both hands, spreading her as open as she’d ever been before.

  Then one hand pressed against her upper back and he shoved that pulsating toy up against her clit, hard, holding it where she couldn’t escape it. After a minute or so of her squirming and squealing against it, he dipped it an inch or so into her pussy. Christ on a cracker, it stretched her wide. But then he pulled it back out, coated in a healthy dose of her juices, and pressed it against her clit again.

  Her legs trembled and turned to Jell-O, and then her right foot twitched beneath her like it always did when she was about to come, and then she exploded from the inside out with the fastest orgasm she’d ever had. Her body was all hot and tingly, and her vision went all wonky, and she struggled for breath while wave after wave convulsed through her.

  “I understand you’re multi-orgasmic,” Jayson said from behind her, rubbing circles over her clit with the still pulsating vibrator.

  Oh, God. How many times was he going to make her come? Chelsea pinched her eyes closed. “How do you know that?”

  As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. Fuck, she should have asked that in a different way.

  He chuckled, since she’d pretty much just confirmed it for him, and turned the vibe up to a higher setting. He didn’t answer her question.

  A knock sounded at the door, and Chelsea tried to move, but Jayson held her still. She whipped her head around and Mr. Toyer, the damned owner of this company who’d hired her without explicitly telling her what would be required of her, stepped in. She wanted to cuss the bastard out and give him a piece of her mind, but at the moment she could only gurgle something incoherent.

  “Just thought I’d check to be sure things were going well,” he said. His eyes traveled over her, taking in every detail of her precarious position. “I see they are. I’ll just leave you to it, then, unless you need anything, Jayson.”

  At precisely that moment, Jayson took the vibrator from her clit and pressed it slowly inside her slit. It stretched her wide and it kept going and going for what felt like forever. Chelsea watched as Mr. Toyer’s gaze seemed transfixed on that damned toy being swallowed by her pussy. His cock twitched in his pants and he reached down a hand to adjust himself.

  Jayson just kept pushing it in, despite the fact that there was another fucking man in there watching her be impaled on a vibrator, and tears sprang to Chelsea’s eyes at the combined pain and humiliation. Finally, the buzzing toy stopped moving further within. Hallelujah. She hadn’t ever been so filled in her life, and the walls of her sex felt stretched beyond belief.

  “No, I think Chelsea and I have everything we need, Russ. Don’t you, Chels?”

  She made some sort of whimpering sound. Apparently, both men took it as a confirmation of sorts. Mr. Toyer nodded. “Call me if you need anything, then.” And he was gone—leaving the door wide open.

  Jayson jiggled the dildo in her pussy and her hips ground back against her will as though she wanted it, wanted more of it, somehow pressing the thing even deeper inside her. Just when she finally thought she might be adjusting to the gargantuan size of the vibrator, he pulled it out all the way, other than the mushroom-like head, and rammed it back in, taking up a hard, fast fucking rhythm.

  Chelsea moaned against the table as he worked the damned thing until he hit her G-spot. She crashed head-first into another orgasm. This one nearly sent her flying off the table, if not for Jayson’s hand on her back holding her steady. Instead of her vision just blurring, it
was like bright flashes were going off inside her head, blinding her. Her vulva was so swollen and tender already, and her clit was so sensitive, and every little touch felt like it might set her off again on another painful, mind-numbing, awe-inducing climax.

  While she came down from it, struggling to catch her breath, he slowed the frenetic movement inside her and then let the vibrator come to a stop deep inside—but still buzzing like a horde of angry bees.

  With both his big, strong hands, he pulled her cheeks apart and licked a trail from her humming clit all the way to her back hole. When he got there, he pressed his tongue against her entrance until it went just slightly inside. Chelsea tried to squirm at the invasion, but his hands held her in place.

  After a few minutes, Jayson stood up. She prayed it was over, even though she knew there was no chance in hell that it was. Then a cold gel hit her ass and his fingers spread it all around, pressing until some of it went inside with a digit, stretching her uncomfortably.

  She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was anywhere but here. Barbados. Key West. High school gym class. Anywhere.

  It didn’t work.

  Then another buzzing sound came on and he reached between her legs, pressing the new vibe against her clit. Jayson held it there, working the first vibrator in her sex again until both her feet were twitching with the need to come and come hard. When he pulled it away, he used one hand to pinch and rub her clit and bring her off while he slowly, carefully, pushed the vibrating plug into her virgin hole.

  Damn if she didn’t come harder than she could ever remember coming before, with a piece of steel shoved up her ass.

  Whoever had done their homework on Chelsea was right. She’d had three orgasms in the last thirty minutes or so, just from a little bit of vibration and penetration. Jayson chuckled as he pressed the smallest butt plug fully inside her ass, wondering how many times he could make her come over the next week.

  If he worked it just right, he could maybe even train her to associate ass fucking with climax—a Pavlovian dog sort of response or whatever.

  With the way she was responding so far, she’d probably be begging him not to tell Russ that she wanted out of her contract by Wednesday. Thursday at the latest.

  Jayson bumped both vibes up a notch so they were on a three while she was still in a daze from her most recent orgasm and grabbed the harness off his desk. He buckled the belt into place around her waist, and then attached the bases of the vibrators to the leather straps. Then he pulled the straps into place against the belt and buckled them, grinning to himself about a Toyz ‘R Us special feature—a protuberant nub on the inside of the strap at the perfect position to drive a clitoris crazy. It even had little finger-like, rubbery massaging things on it, so every time she moved, she would be bound to feel its influence.

  For a final touch, he pulled three tiny padlocks from his pocket, locking each of the buckles in place so she couldn’t undo them. She wasn’t getting those vibes out of her holes until he was ready for her to be free from their influence.

  Chelsea’s legs were still shaking from the force of this latest climax, but she started to come around once he was seated at his desk again. She fumbled with the belt and straps for a minute. “What…? Oh, God.”

  He just raised a brow in a dare to see if she’d say anything.

  She was smarter than he’d earlier given her credit for. Chelsea kept her mouth shut.

  Not that he minded a dumb blonde. As long as she learned how to please him, he couldn’t care less about what was taking place between her ears. The action between her thighs was far more important.

  Digging beneath the mass of toys cluttering his desk, Jayson found the file that had been waiting for him when he arrived in his office. He filtered through it, looking for the first report they’d have to file. “Here,” he said, passing it over to her. “Take this out to your desk, just outside my door, and start working on filling it out.”

  “With this…this thing on?”

  He nodded.

  She closed her eyes for a second and took a breath, then set her mouth into a resolute line and nodded. When she turned around, walking very gingerly, she made for his coat closet.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I—I was getting m—my clothes out.”

  “You won’t have any need for those right now.”

  She whirled around on him, her blue eyes huge. “But—”

  “The only other people here are the other product testers and their assistants. I can assure you, you’re far from the only one who’ll be going around unclothed. With your harness on, you might very well be more covered up than any of the other girls.”

  Chelsea let out a huff, one that sent her blonde bangs flying over her eyes, but she headed out of his office to find her desk. Every step she took was cautious, precise. She looked uncomfortable as hell, walking around stuffed in both holes like that. Jayson stifled a grin, then reached a hand down to adjust his cock, which was painfully engorged. They’d have to do something about that before too much longer, but he needed to ease her into this.

  She pulled out her chair and gingerly sat down, emitting a deep moan as she did with her head tossing back behind her. Sitting had probably only sent the vibes deeper, maybe rubbed the nub inside the leather strap against her clit. He watched until the orgasm passed over her, then pulled up his own computer and got to work.

  When he was finished with his initial report, it was almost lunch time. Jayson placed a delivery order for them both and then buzzed her on the intercom.

  Chelsea screamed with her biggest orgasm yet.

  “Having a good time?” he asked with a chuckle when she quieted.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “That thing turned them up.”

  A handy little feature. Russ hadn’t mentioned anything about that one or Jayson might have used it sooner. He would definitely keep it in mind for future use.

  “Have you finished with that report yet?”

  Silence for a minute. Then finally, a quiet, “Yes.”

  “Good girl. I need you in my office, then.” He clicked the intercom off, stood and unzipped his pants, and took a seat at the sofa, legs spread wide. By the time she entered, he had his cock free and was stroking it in his hands.

  Jayson pointed to the floor between his feet. “On your knees. I need you to suck me off before lunch.”

  With huge, blue eyes, she stared at his cock for a minute, licking her lips. “What does giving you a blowjob have to do with you testing sex toys on me?” she asked haughtily.

  Now was not the time to have her get smart with him. He’d had a goddamn hard-on for hours now, and he was sure as shit going to have it relieved. “Nothing at all,” he all but growled. “What it has to do with is I’m fucking hard as hell from using the damn things on you, and your job is to assist me in any and every way I require in order to test the things on you. At the moment, I require some fucking relief. Now suck.”

  She blinked a few times, clearly debating what to do in her mind, and then she finally knelt before him. Tentatively, Chelsea licked along his length, over the top and then underneath, before she took the head into her mouth and sucked like it was a fat straw in a thick milkshake.

  Damn, that felt good. He put his head back, resting it against the sofa, and let her do her thing for a few minutes. Her mouth was hot and wet, like a liquid inferno. She suckled and swirled and used her tongue, but she never took him more than about halfway in. He was almost to the back of her throat, but she wouldn’t take him all the way.

  Taking her head in both hands, with fists holding tight in her hair, Jayson pressed himself deeper. She mumbled something against his cock. The vibrations from her muffled voice were insane.

  “Keep talking, Chelsea. I like how that feels.”

  Instead of talking, though, she whimpered as he pushed past her gag reflex and kept going. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a couple of tiny tears pricking at them, but she didn’t struggle again
st him beyond gurgling and gagging a bit, taking him all the way down her throat.

  When he hit home and his balls were pressing against her chin, he ground her nose against him and held her there, rolling his lips as she moaned. It felt so good, so tight. He kept her just like that until she started to struggle for air.

  He pulled back, let her take a few gasping breaths, and then drove in to the hilt again. This time, he took up a hard, fast, fucking rhythm as soon as he was all the way in her throat, reveling in the wet, slurping noises. Chelsea kept moaning and glugging against him, and he’d been hard for hours, so after only a couple of minutes his balls tightened, getting ready to cum.

  A knock sounded at the open door, and the guy from the sub shop stood there with his delivery bag, practically drooling at the sight before him. “Delivery.” He reached down and adjusted his pants.

  Chelsea struggled to pull away. Jayson nodded at the delivery guy as he held her still, fucking her mouth more insistently than before. She was squealing against his cock more than ever. It only took a minute more before he shot his load in her mouth, holding her down so she’d take every last drop of it.

  “How much?” Jayson asked the delivery guy when he’d finished spurting his load into Chelsea’s sweet little mouth. He let go of her head, allowing her to pull back finally, and reached into his pocket for some cash.

  Chelsea sat back on her heels, trying to cover herself. Jayson doubted she’d noticed the stream of cum dribbling from her mouth, or she would have hastily wiped it away. She would eventually get over this shyness, but it would take more than a few hours.

  Never taking his eyes off of her, the sub guy said, “Eighteen twenty-two.”

  Jayson peeled off a twenty and handed it over. “For a tip, want her to suck you off, too?” He resituated his cock in his pants and zipped them again.

  “Hell, yes.”

  She tried to dart away, still on her knees, but Jayson got down behind her and stopped her progress. He nodded and raised an eyebrow at the delivery guy, who tossed his bag on the desk and made short work of freeing his dick. It was hardly more than half the size of his, so she should have no problems taking it.