Desk
Blackfist © 2005

“Down on your knees,” I command as soon as we exit the elevator. Instinctively she drops to all fours and pulls her hair aside to reveal the o-ring in her collar. Smiling I snap the leash on and begin walking. Even in her skirt she manages to keep up with the pace.

I stop in front of the large double doors outside of our offices and fiddle with my keys. She rears back and sits on her legs as a good puppy would and waits for the tug on her leash to signal her to move again. I lower the leash to my side and she gently pulls it from my hand. She’s learned well. Pulling the doors open and switch on the light so that she can see the hardwood floors that will pain her knees on the journey to my office.

Grabbing the day’s paper and mail from the slot, I return and take her leash. I lead her to the kitchen and drop the leash and walk away. Out of the corner of my eye I catch her startled look from me to the kitchen and back at me. She knows better than to speak without permission and doesn’t. I wonder if she’ll figure it out as I continue down to my office and turn on the light. I turn to make sure she sees the office that I enter before going in and starting to work.

Ten minutes later I hear a cup being placed outside my door. Then I see her folded suit being sat before my door way. Finally, she crawls in front of the door and sits at attention naked except for her collar and the leash in her mouth. I smile.

“Glad to see you remembered that I have coffee first thing when I come to work,” I say raising from my seat and going to the door. Before I reach her she has retrieved the cup and holds it out in front of her for me to take.

“Good girl,” I say while gently squeezing her nipple in appreciation. “Gather your things and come inside.”

I go stand by my chair behind my desk. “You may place your clothes in the top drawer of the dresser. In it you will find a treat. Take it out.” I wait for her to look inside and find the doggy water dish and food bowl inside. The briefest smile crosses her lips as she slips it out and sets it gently on the floor. She also pulls out a small white rug.

“That’s yours too,” I say. Immediately she squeezes it to her chest before placing it gently by the bowl as well. Gingerly she places her clothes in the draw and closes it.

“You’ll spend the day under here,” I say pointing beneath my desk. “The rug is for you to lie on. The dish is for your food.” I point to a bottle of Evian and a can of tuna. “I do not have kitty liter, but here is a female urinal for you to relieve yourself. No bowel movements until we get you home and give you your enema later tonight.”

A look of shock passed over her face at the mention of an enema. I’d never given her one before. It will be fun taking her through a new humiliation later on this evening.

“Two basic rules: 1. you cannot come out from under the desk without permission; 2. absolutely no talking. We can’t have anyone discover that I brought my little kitten to work now can we.”

I step back and glance at the clock; 7:45 a.m. People will be here soon as the office is usually full by 8:00 a.m. “Close the door and come make yourself comfortable.”

She stands and quickly crosses my office. I love watching her big thick chocolate breasts bounce as she walks. I meet her on the way back. She immediately stops, looks at the floor while clasping her hands behind her head and spreading her legs. This position has no purpose other than to offer her body to me for my use and she knows it. She also knows that the only reason I would come to her is if I wanted to use her or to punish her. I reach down and slide a finger into her pussy. It’s not wet but that doesn’t stop me from roughly sliding in a second finger. In the time it takes me to start pushing in a third finger my hand has become wet from her juices.

Pulling my fingers out of her pussy I walk behind her and bend her over my desk. She doesn’t try to stop or catch herself as she lands roughly on the desk face down. I note that my stapler and tape dispenser have disappeared beneath her. A sadistic smile crosses my lips as I place my dry hand on her back and push down. To her credit she doesn’t make a sound. At least not until I push my wet index finger into her ass. That elicits as tiny gasp.

“I assume that was a mistake,” I say pulling my finger out of her ass. She knows better than to move and she doesn’t. I walk around my desk and stand in front of her and lower my fingers. She licks and sucks them all clean of her juices. When I’m satisfied that she has cleaned them, particularly the one I stuck up her ass, I point under the desk. On cue she straightens up and fixes my desk before dropping to her knees and crawling to get her rug and bowl. I can’t help but appreciate the indentation from the stapler on her left breast. I resist the urge to slap her breasts as she makes herself comfortable beneath my desk.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes,” she says in the husky voice of hers as she curls up and lays down. My desk is made with a small side desk attachment which forms a nice L shape. I had thought that she’d take advantage of the extra room, but to my surprise she squeezes her full figure completely under the desk proper.

“Don’t you want to stretch out a little more?” I ask wondering why she’s avoiding using the whole space.

“No. You told me I had to remain invisible under your desk. I realized I could be seen over there if someone came to the side of your desk, and I’d hate to displease you by allowing that. This is more than enough room. Sorry for such a long answer Sir.” She smiles through her monologue about the desk knowing that I like short controlled responses.

“Very well then” I say shuffling some papers and scooting my chair up to the desk. I move the waste basket near her head and close off the area. I push my shoes into her bare stomach making sure to catch some of her stomach underneath. Not a lot, but just enough so that it reminds her that her pleasure is to serve me even with her pain and discomfort.

I reach down and grab a fist full of her long black hair and pull it in my fist and slowly let it slip through my fingers. “I’m glad I brought you here today.”

“I’m glad you did too,” she practically purrs while gently slipping her hand underneath my pant leg to push my sock down a little. She rests her hand against the skin of my leg. Others would punish a slave for touching them without permission. I don’t because I know it is not for her pleasure, but so that she can feel my movements and respond to them, and as a reminder that she is there for my service should I need her. I secretly admit to myself that having her near brightens my day.

Forcing myself to focus on the tasks at hand, I began reading and responding to e-mails. I’ve learned over the years that the morning is the best time to get through them, so I make a point of doing so this morning. Occasionally, I stop and drink my coffee or move my feet to press on a different part of my pet’s soft stomach.

“Geez, has it really been on hour already?” I say feeling the familiar urge to piss out the morning's coffee and looking up from my computer. It’s a rhetorical question and knowing her place, and my moods, she smartly doesn’t respond. I half wonder if she’s fallen asleep. Leaning back I stretch and push my chair back to stand up. Her hand tightens on my ankle.

“I’m only going to go pee, I’ll be right back.”

Her grip tightens. “Please…allow me to relieve you” she whispers from her hiding place as she pulls on my leg attempting to draw me closer.

“If you mess up my pants...” I threaten knowing that she has never been able to drink all of my morning urine and has a hard time keeping down what she does drink “you will regret it.” I move my left shoe from her stomach to her breast and press down hard drawing a whimper from her for emphasis.

“I won’t,” she whispers through clenched teeth.

“We’ll see,” I say removing my foot.

She reaches up and begins undoing my belt buckle. I slide down in my chair allowing her access to my stiffening cock. She wastes no time in placing the head in her mouth and waiting. Grabbing her hair, I fight the urge to fuck her face with my cock. Instead, in an effort to piss, I try to relax and think of anything but her. After a few moments, I can feel my cock growing flaccid and the hot piss working its way up my semi-hard shaft. It bursts forth with a stream of hot piss causing her to gag as a little comes out of her nose.

The flow is too fast and she’s having trouble swallowing it. Just when I’m about to squeeze down to stop the flow, she slips her tongue against my hole and regulates the flow herself. Proud of her ingenuity, I stroke her hair and face as she continues to drink my cock dry.

“Very good, I’m impressed,” I say pulling my cock from her pissy mouth and slapping it against her face sending drops of piss into her hair and on her body.

Smiling she takes on last suck of my cock and tucks him back into my pants before laying back down. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Before I can answer, my secretary walks in. “’Morning.”

“Hey, how are you today?” I say trying to gauge whether she can see my pet.

“Good. Here’s your mail. Let me know if you need anything, otherwise I’m going to catch up on the filing.”

“Great, close the door on your way out.”

As the door clicks shut, I slip my right shoe part way off. Before it hits the ground my pet grabs it and gently eases it the rest of the way off and removes the sock. She then turns to the other and does the same. Once my feet are bare, she kisses them softly.

“Lay on your back.”

She lies down and lies on her back. I watch her as she rolls over and contorts under the desk flashing glimpses of her wet pussy as she moves around. Her large breasts flop about jiggling as she moves.

When she’s comfortable I place my feet on her. They lay on her stomach and breast. I don’t like it. “Move down further,” I say putting one foot on her face and the other on her breasts. Being a smart pet, she understands and moves down so that my feet rest naturally instead of at an angle.

“That’s better,” I say squeezing the toes of my right foot on her breasts to pinch them. As she starts to answer, I slip the big toe of my left foot into her mouth.

“Shhhh!” I say. Pulling my toe out of her mouth, I cover her nose with my foot forcing her to breathe out of her mouth. The feel of her warm breath on the bottom of my foot causes my cock to come to life. I move my other foot to cover her mouth cutting off her air supply. A wicked grin crosses my face as I know eventually she’ll have to move my feet to breathe. So I wait and wait the second hand of my watch tick off the time.

Seventeen seconds. That’s all it took before she moved her head a little. At twenty three seconds she began losing composure and tried to turn her head. I pressed down harder. She only lasted to thirty five seconds before giving me her safety sign and grabbing my leg. At forty seconds, I finally moved my feet to the floor and watched her gasping in air.

“You grabbed my leg,” I say quietly.

She didn’t respond. It wasn’t a question and she knew better than to speak out. I waited for a few seconds for the impact of my words to settle in.

“Your lack of self-control” I pause for affect “was disappointing.” We’d been down this road before. She still didn’t completely trust me with her life. It frustrated me and the use of her safety signal enraged me. She had to know that I knew she couldn’t breathe.

“You still don’t trust me do you?” I asked finally, waiting for the lie that was sure to come.

“Yes, I do. I trust you.”

“In that case, you will be punished then for touching my leg instead of waiting for me to remove my feet.” I surveyed the office for a way to punish her without drawing any unnecessary attention. That was the one draw back of bringing her to the office; she had to be quiet.

Pushing my toes back to her lips I commanded, “lick them.” And she did.

“Apologize to them for removing them from your body.”

She paused briefly and looked at me, a slight flicker of rage playing behind her eyes. She wasn’t completely broken yet. Good, it meant we still had delicious punishing work to do.

“I’m sorry for moving you from my face. I couldn’t breathe.” She spat the words out.

“Hmm that doesn’t sound very contrite to me. You’re not forgiven.” I angle my foot up so that the bottom is facing her.

“Let’s try again. Lick the bottom of my foot clean.”

She leaned in, her hot breath again reawakening my sleeping cock and slide her tongue along the heel of my foot. She knew I liked that. Then she used thick broad strokes of her tongue leave a sticky trail of saliva across my arch. I closed my eyes and leaned back, it felt delightful. Fuck. I’m not going to get much work done today. Planting a few small kisses on the pad of my foot, she started licking it while moving up to suck my toes. A small moan escaped my lips. Damn.

“You like this don’t you,” she whispered after kissing each toe.

“No,” I said, pushing her head back with my foot. I could hear it hit the desk.

I put my foot down and raised the other one.

“Get back to work, cunt.” And she did. I could feel my cock juices leaking out from her attention. Damn, I loved the stuff she did with her hot mouth. I moved my foot down to her pussy. Knowing what I wanted, she spread her legs giving me access to her. I dug my toes into her warm pussy. She was wet with excitement.

“Now apologize properly.”

“I’m sorry…”

I cut her off. “I don’t believe you. You don’t trust me with your life.” I moved my feet away from her and turned towards the side of my desk cutting off her access to me. Now it was time for her real punishment.

“Lick my shoes clean. Not just the tops either. The soles too.”

The silence was thick. This had always been a hard limit for her. Oh she’d lick my shoes and kiss them. But only the tops, never the bottoms. The last time she refused I pushed her with the crop for an hour.

“I…” her voice trailed. A few movements later I heard her moving my shoes around. I reached up and angled a small mirror on my desk so that I could watch her work without being seen. A smile crossed my face as I saw her pink tongue flash out. She started licking at the bottom heal, just the way she knows I love having my feet licked.

I watch for a little longer making sure that it is obvious I am watching. She looks at my reflection briefly. Without breaking eye contact she resumes licking my shoe. My face is like stone as I try to hide even a hint of my approval. Eventually, she stops looking and concentrates on the work at hand. I turn back to my work as well.

She touches my foot to get my attention. The shoes are placed before her contorted body and her head is lowered in obedience.

"Yes?" I reply curtly.

"They are clean, Sir," she says her voice barely a whisper.

My chair squeaks as I swivel around towards her. "I'll decide that."

Reaching down I slowly pick up the shoe. Methodically I look for even the smallest bit of dirt. There is none.

"You missed a spot," I say pushing the heel back towards her mouth.

She sticks her tongue out. Without waiting for her, I push the heel across her tongue, then wipe it dry on her breasts.

"That's better." I don't even look at the shoe to check the imaginary dirt, before dropping it to the floor with a thud. Dutifully she picks the shoe up and sets it next to the other one.

"Hopefully, I won't have to repeat this lesson."

"You won't. I'm sorry." Binding she moves to kiss my feet in supplication.

"Not with that pissy dirty mouth of yours." She stops as a tear forms in her eye. I ignore it. Opening my desk drawer I grab my travel sized mouth wash, and pour a capful into her water dish. I also crack open a bottle of water and add an ounce or two.

"Clean up first."

She picks up the dish to take a sip.

"Not like that. Drink it like the bitch that you are."

Setting the dish down she gets on her hands and knees. Using my foot, I push on her hips to turn her around so her ass and pussy is within plain view. When she bends down to lap up the mouth wash, her ass cheeks and pussy lips separate. I swear I can hear the sound of her swollen pussy lips coming apart. My mouth waters at the thought as a thin line of her juices slips from her pussy and threatens to drop on the floor before getting lost in her pussy hair.

Reaching down I slip a little of her juices on my index finger. Just a taste, I say silently to myself. Damn. She tastes like nectar.

Taking a pencil from the cup on my desk, I rub the eraser between her lips. She pushes back. I pull the pencil away.

"I didn't tell you to move."

I push the eraser into her pussy slightly. Making sure it gets wet, before slipping it in further. I watch the eraser and metal band disappear. I push it in 2 inches. When I remove my hand it stays there, bobbing up and down. I wonder if it's from her desire or her efforts to clean her mouth.

Still not satisfied with my handiwork, I grab two more pencils and jab them in roughly. She gasps from the suddenness of it and water splashes back into the bowl.

"Clean that up and since I don't have a place for you to spit it out, swallow it."

I add a fourth and then fifth pencil.

"Yes." She draws out the "s" on the end lustfully.

Minutes slip by before I hear it; the soft beginnings of her panting.

"Master?"

It's not really a word. Not the way she says it. Nor is it a question. It’s a plea. Taking my sweet time, I turn around slowly. She's there, resting her check on the floor, ass in the air, my makeshift dildo quivering from her building desire.

"What is it?" I say with a hint of irritation in my voice.

"May I touch it?"

The “it” is her clit. She dare not touch it without permission. It belongs to me. It took me a whole summer, but she's finally progressed to the point that a chastity belt is no longer necessary. She won't stroke herself now, no matter how badly she wants to. Not unless I give her the OK. We both know it.

"No, you may not," I say tersely before turning back around. I glance at the clock; five ‘til noon. I reach into my bag and pull out a can of tuna. I mix it with the small relish packet attached to the top and scoop it out into her bowl. I add more water to the other side of the dish.

"I'm going out for lunch," I say casually. "I've made you something to eat." I pause for effect. "That is after you've cleaned off your toy." I pull the pencils out of her and lay them across the bowl. She winces as the metal pencil bands scrap the inside of her walls on the way out. I ignore her pain, but make a mental note of the wounds. They could come in handy later. Grabbing the kleenex box off of the desk, I drop it beside her. "Use these."

"Yes, Sir."

I stroke her ass before letting my hand wander down to her pussy. It’s much wetter than before. Nice. Spreading her lips further apart, I stroke her clit with the tips of my three fingers. Again she pushes back against my hand. Feeling generous I let her enjoy herself for a few moments.

"Will you miss me?" I ask.

"Of course" she mumbles through half closed eyes and a jumble of thoughts centered around my hands on her stroking her.

"Best to be sure," I say grabbing her clit and squeezing it. She whimpers on pleasure. I let her go and reach down further and grab a nipple. She winces and sucks in air. I pull it towards me until she turns around.

"Sit up."

Bringing her legs underneath her she sits, or rather tries to sit, in the position of a submissive, as on her heels, legs spread, back straight and head bowed. She can't do it. The desk is too low. Instead, she's leaning forward on her hands. It’s perfect. Her big breasts and thick nipples hang down and away from her body.

I reach over and take a binder clip off the desk, and clip it on my pinkie. Damn, it’s too tight. "Shit!"

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"It’s too tight for what I had in mind."

"Do it. I'll take it if you want me too."

"Will you now?" I toss the medium sized clip back on the desk. Reaching over to the air conditioner, I take the large clip off some papers. It’s not what I had in mind, but she did ask for it.

"Stand up and put your leg on my chair. Be quick!"

As soon as she's in position, I grab her pussy lips and slip them between the clamp and let it go. To bad I only have the one.

"Back under the desk for you," I say standing up. "I'll be back in about an hour."

She slips to her knees and crawls back under the desk. I turn around before I reach the door. "I almost for got," I say reaching into my bag and pulling out a book. "Here's a little something for you to read while I'm gone." I give her the book of erotica. "Read the story 'The Drive,' I think you'll like it."

"I will," says her disembodied voice as I close my office door on the way out.

My lunch is filled with mindless chatter while my mind is back in my office under the desk. The only interesting point is that a co-worker drones on and on about how the President should have been impeached for getting his dick sucked in his office.

My office smells of hot pussy when I return. It’s a smell I enjoy, but not here. I grab an air freshener and begin spraying. Then it hits me, my secretary has probably been in and out of my office several times while I was at lunch. I chuckle at the thought of her finding my toy under the desk. If I have to get fired, I can hardly think of a better reason for it.

As I sit down and get comfortable I feel her hands on my shoes. She removes them and again kisses my feet. With each movement her pussy sprays its moist smell in the air. That's when I notice it; the smell of not just excitement, but of orgasm. I shove her back with my foot and pin her to the back wall of my desk.

"Sir..?"

I push harder and grind my heel into her flesh as I look for something to punish her with. I gather 5 rubber bands of various sizes from extra large to small. Then I take off my belt before letting her go. "Here." I say pointing to a spot beside my desk.

I watch her crawl out even in disobedience she's a lovely creature. Once she assumes the kneeling knees spread position of a slave (a position which I hate) a quick glance at her pussy shows that she leaking cum juice. The tale-tell sign is the cum on her inner thigh.

"Hands" I demand with fury in my voice.

She lowers her eyes in shame, but complies. She at least knows better then protest or beg for mercy. At least she's learned those lessons well. She holds her hands out for me to look at them.

"Higher."

She raises them to my eye level. To her surprise, I sniff them.

"Who told you that you could do this?"

"No one."

I slap her hard enough to make tears well up in her eyes and knock her off balance. She resumes her place.

"Can just anyone tell you what to do now?"

"No sir. You are the only one to command my body, mind and soul."

"Then who gave you permission to do this?"

"No..."she considered her words carefully "...Only one could command me to do this and you did not do so." She looked at me briefly then again lowered her eyes. This time in a mixture of fear and shame.

"No I did not. Yet you acted without my command." I rubbed my toes up her wet pussy between her engorged pussy lips. The clip long gone from where I had left it. Once I cover my toes in her juices I press them to her lips to further shame her with the knowledge of what she did. She licked my toes clean.

"So you did this of your own free will then?"

"I..." Before she can reach her second word I slap her again.

"I?"

"One not worthy of your gracious attention took it upon herself. She could not stand...

"Stand what?"

"...the intense sensations of the clips. She failed you."

"Yes, yes you did. More importantly, you failed yourself." I grab my belt and stand over her. She shrinks waiting for the blow to land. It never does. Instead, I wrap the belt around her thick breasts and tighten it. When she moans in pain, I tighten it more, then lock it into place. The belt squeezes the breasts together into a space a third of their normal size. I slap them for effect. She sucks in air from the pain.

"Your girl humbly apologizes." I ignore her and grab a medium binder clip. The pressure from the belt has stretched the tops of her breasts to nearly bursting and left her normally thick nipples thin and small. I clip each of them between the binder clips. Instinctively she moves to protect them from the pain and remove the clips. She catches herself, but not before I notice.

"Don't move again." I twist the clips back and forth to drive home the point. "Do you understand me?"

She manages to whimper out "Yes." I then take the largest rubber band and begin to use them to bind each breast individually. By the time I am finished each breast is encased in rubber bands which have shaped them into long distended cones. All former roundness is gone. While she hasn't resisted the binding, just sobbing from the pain. Bending over I lick a tear from her face.

"Remember."

"One will not forget."

"Good. Back" I again point under the desk.

I make a mental note of the time. I can't leave her bound like this for too long. I am surprised that the rubber bands held. I'll have to make sure my secretary orders some more of them. They are a good brand. Suddenly, I feel very happy. I whistle and hum while I work.

The minutes tick by each tick-tock of the clock marked by her whimpering. I give her 10 minutes. I add an extra minute just because I can.

"Here," I point to a spot between my legs, but that keeps her under my desk.

"Apologize properly."

She looks at me with eyes marked by running mascara then leans forward and places her nose on my crotch.

"One apologizes for failing the one she serves. One is not worth of you and your magnificent cock. One must and will endure terrible punishments so that she can learn to be worthy, obedient and selfless in her service. One begs your wrath so that it may purify my soul and teach me to be beyond self and an empty vessel for your mighty imprint."

I leave her there without providing any absolution. Then I reach down and grab both binder clips and rip them down and off her nipples. Her scream is muffled by my crotch, but I'm still not sure if someone heard her or not. As a betting man, I'm sure that they did. She needs a gag.

"Position prime," I command quietly. She reaches up and releases my hard cock from my pants. Gently she takes just the head in her mouth and holds it there. She's not allowed to suck, lick or move.

"Don't you dare bite me," I say sternly while reaching down and pulling the rubber bands closest to her nipples off. She closes her eyes in pain from the blood flowing into more of her thick breasts. This continues with each rubber band. By the time all of the bands are removed her breasts are lumpy and discolored. I rub them. The soreness she feels shows on her face. I squeeze and kneed them.

I issue another command, "Release." My cock slips from her lips trailing a string of pre-cum. I want to fuck her mouth, but she loves that so I control myself. Instead, I grab the belt and pull it tighter then undo it. She sighs. I pull and twist her nipples.

"Remember."

"One won't forget." She looks at me with eyes that wonder will more punishment come. Instead, I release her nipples and stroke her hair. For the first time, I notice that her hair is damp and sweat glistens on her body. I gently pull her up and softly kiss her on the lips. She smiles into my kiss closing her eyes. I slip my fingers between you pussy lips. She’s dripping wet. I kiss her again, hard. I bite and pull her at her lower lip in my passion, turned on by her deep seated lusts. Control must be regained.

Loosing her lips, I croak “Prime” arousal cracking my voice. Breasts heaving from her arousal she returns to a kneeling position.

Without taking my eyes off her bruised breasts I grab my stress release ball. I squeeze it, but it doesn’t relieve the stress in my loins. I come up with a better use for it.

“Open you mouth,” I command once again in control of my own passions “all the way.”

She does. I push the ball into her mouth. It doesn’t fit nearly as well as I hoped it would.

“Close, gently. If you break the rubber skin, you’ll get a mouth full of sand.” I lower my voice “and I will be very unhappy with you.”

She mumbles around the gag.

“Good. Glad we understand each other. Beta.”

She starts to turn around and press her face to the floor while raising her ass and pussy towards me.

“No. Assume it under my desk here,” I say pointing. She crawls back under the desk and contorts herself into position. I take a few moments to look at her ass that I love fucking before letting my eyes drop down to her leaking pussy. Leaning over I look at her face. It’s clear that she’s uncomfortable. I smile at the sight of the drool starting to leak from her mouth.

“Well,” I say leaning back in my chair, “I have work to do.” I run my finger along her pussy before moving it to my lips to taste her nectar. It always tastes sweeter after a little punishment.

An hour slips by with me occasionally reaching over to stroke and tease my pet and fill the air with her soft gagged moans. I’m lost in work when there’s a knock on my door. Quickly I reach for the air freshener and give it a quick blast or two.

“Come in,” I say as I swivel my chair around and press in close to her. I jab my thumb into her pussy and start to stroke her clit with my fingers.

“Hey, just wanted to make sure you were alive in here,” Frank says. Frank’s my co-worker and friend. He steps into the room and gives me a weird glance.

“What are you doing in here?” Frank asks. “Never mind, I’m sure I don’t want to know.” He smiles.

“Nothing, just trying to get some things flowing,” I reply as I start rubbing my pointer finger around her clit in a figure eight.

“Yeah, well, you need more air freshener. It smells like pussy in here.” He chuckles. Damn, busted.

“Push the door up and lean against it.”

“What? Why?” he asks.

“Just do it. Don’t be difficult.”

The door closes with a click and he leans against it. “What’s up man?”

I can’t help but smile. I know he thinks this will be our normal 5:00 p.m. after work coffee chatter revolving around office gossip and women. Instead of responding, I scoot my chair back and pull my wet hand free from her.

“Dear say, “Hi” to Frank. You met him at the Christmas party.”

I can hear the gag drop to the floor.

“Hello Frank, Sir,” she says her voice muffled by the desk.

Frank’s mouth falls open and a shit eating grin crosses his face.

“You’re fucking kidding me?”

I smile.

“Don’t be rude. Go give Frank a hug, and kiss hello.”

“Man, don’t let me inter…” Frank stops mid-sentence as she crawls around my desk naked, sweaty and smelling of sex. He looks at me dumbfounded, then back to her.

“Fuck me,” he whispers as she stands up in front of him. It’s clear that he’s forgotten I’m even in the room. I swear he came in his pants from the sight of her. I did the first time I saw her nakedness. He wants to fuck her. How could he not. He’s told me as much over the months. He’s never been brave enough to come out and say it. But he’s let it be known. She drops back to her knees in front of Frank after the hug. I can sense her shame at being naked in front of him. I push her further.

“Don’t for get to say hello to little Frank.”

She leans forward into Frank’s crotch and whispers, “Hello little Frank, Sir.” Big Frank doesn’t know what to do. It is also clear that his cock is straining to burst out of his pants.

“You’re certainly rude today,” I say to her.

“Sir?” she says glancing my way.

“The kiss,” I say with an edge to my voice.

“C’mon man, she ain’t gotta….”

“Yes, she does!” I say angry at her hesitation.

She reaches up and unzips his pants.

“You don’t have too…”

The confusion on his face is quickly lost as his cock slips into her wet mouth.

“Frank, relax and enjoy, but never again tell her to go against what I say.”

“Fuck,” is all he can manage to moan out. His eyes close at the second bob of her head as her mouth moves up and down his cock.

“Here. Now!” I didn’t tell her to blow him. I’ll have to address that with her later tonight.

She immediately stops sucking and crawls back around to me and kneels in front of me, her face flushed from embarrassment and her pussy wet from it. Frank looks a little silly leaning against the door with his cock hanging out.

“Good girl,” say reaching down and tweaking her nipple. Out of the corner of my eye I see Frank stuff his still hard cock back in his pants. I reach over and take a box of crackers out of the drawer and set them on my desk.

“Can I sit down? I need a minute,” Frank asks.

“Sure. We can’t have you strolling down the hall with a hard on. People might start to talk about us.”

He chuckles embarrassed. Then he notices the box.

“Dog biscuits?”

“Yes,” I say taking one out and feeding it to her. “She gets treats when she’s good, punished when she’s bad.”

“Man...I need one of those.”

“Well help yourself; I’m sure she won’t mind sharing her treats.” I push the box in his direction.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, well maybe I can hook you up.” I feed her another biscuit. “I might even let you fuck this one too.” She looks at me surprised. I’ve never shared her before. I give her a knowing wink. She smiles softly thinking I’m playing. She’s wrong. “If you think you can handle it,” I say turning to Frank.

“I can.”

“We’ll see,” I say reaching for the phone and punching in C’s number. “Hello. Yeah, it’s me. I got someone who may need a little fun tonight. You down? Yeah, completely vanilla. Alright. See you there.”

I hang up the phone with a soft click. C’s a switch. She’s a bad ebony sista with a banging body. Plays the daddy’s little girl thing to a t too. But, if he can’t control her she’ll dominant his ass all night long. I’ve seen the bruises she’s left on dudes and it ain't pretty. Unless, of course, you like being a woman’s torture victim in which case it’s a huge turn on.

“Pet get dressed,” I say before turning back to Frank. “My friend C will meet us for drinks in 30 minutes.” I pause for effect. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

“I am.”

I chuckle. We’ll see. In any event, it will be a nice way to end a hard day’s work.