I bought the necklaces for us all as a joke, the group of us were as far from bitches as you can get. A group of 23 year old virgins who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Kelly was just a bit of a geek, she worked for a software company in the city. She was the smartest person I had ever met. Cassie was…
Julia made these sorts of presentations all the time, so she didn’t know why she was so nervous this time.
"Now if you’ll turn your attention to the graph on page 23, you’ll see…"
It wasn’t even a particularly important meeting today. They were just going over some new aquicitions, that her firm had made in the last few months. Sure, it was the first time the new partners from the firms they had absorbed were present, but she was used to that sort of thing. Whenever they bought a new company, they always hired some of the old staff. But they usually left quickly again, so she didn’t really pay much attention to them.
"With the new possibilites avalible to us in this quarter, we should be able to, like, increase our profits by…"
It was getting really warm in the room. It had been an unusually cold summer, but during the last month the temperature had started rising. It had actually started around the time the new employees started. She hadn’t really been paying attention to it, she was much too focused on her work to pay attention to meaningless things like the temperature. But when she saw the new guy, Richard, in the office next to hers come into work in shorts, she realised that it was actually very warm.
"And our predictions show that reva…revin… money will continue to grow…"
She was appalled when she saw him wearing shorts. She didn’t care much for shorts at all, but they certainly didn’t belong in the workplace. Maybe at a surfshop, but not at a fortune 500 firm!
Though she had to admit it was very warm. She had even undone the top 2 buttons on her shirt. And there he didn’t exactly look bad in those shorts. In fact, he looked quite sexy. The way he just didn’t care about old conventions.
"With the help of Mr. Grayson here, we’ve been, like, able to cut costs and…"
His relaxed attitude didn’t stop at the shorts.
He referred to her as Julia, instead of Ms. Simone. Something which normally infuriated her, but somehow he could get away with it. He just had a certain air over him. She felt at ease with him, yet at the same time she wanted to impress him. If that meant, relaxing her usual code of conduct a little, that was alright.
"Thank you, Julia. Now as Julia already stated, the next quarter should hold many exciting changes, such as…"
He was actually a really nice guy, when Julia got to know him.
Sure, they were different in many way, but that was the exciting part of meeting new people. She was more reserved, professional. Though he called it being uptight. At first she was a little taken back, but as she thought about it, she realised he was right. She needed to relax more.
He was certainly relaxed. He had explained to her that it was all a matter of perception. It all came down to figuring out what was important to her and blocking out everything else. He even gave her some CDs, she could listen to, that would help put her mind at ease, so she could focus on what was truly important to her.
"… And Julia have been working closely together, days and nights, to make this work. It has taken many long days at the office to get this far. Isn’t that right, doll?"
After listening to his CDs, she had begun thinking differently. Maybe she spent too much time at work. Maybe she should take some more time just for her, just doing whatever she wanted to do. Finally spend some of that money she had been making. Julia started going shopping a few times a week. She loved picking out cute new outfits. Of course she didn’t wore any of them to the office, she still had to keep up appearences. But the feel of some sexy lace underwear underneath her boring work clothes really made her day.
Her and Richard started spending a lot of time just hanging out in his office too. Sure, they told everyone that they were busy working, but they were really just relaxing and getting to know each other. He was such a sweet guy. Whenever she was around him, she could just let down her hair and be herself. The new, true self that he had helped her find. He was also the only one that saw her new clothes, when she modelled it for him. She loved the attention and appreciation he had for her. She felt like a different woman around him.
"And I promise you that we’ll continue to work hard, get in deep and don’t stop until we get the results we want. Thank you."
She was glad the meeting was over. She was suddenly incredibly horny. Her sex drive had been working overtime for the last couple of weeks, she had even taken to sneaking into the rest room during work hours to masturbate.
Being around a hunk like Richard certainly didn’t help. He was just so sexy. The way he carried himself, his confidence, it all turned her on. The bulge she had caught him trying to hide as she showed him her new lingerie certainly didn’t hurt. She always thought of Richard and his dick when she played with herself.
She was halfway to the bathroom, when she heard his voice.
"Julia, can I talk to you in my office? I have a few things I want to discuss with you."
She didn’t know what to do. She desperately needed relief, but at the same time she didn’t want to disappoint him.
She’d just get it over quickly and then rush to the rest room, to finger herself as she pictured him fucking her senseless.
He closed the door after her as they entered his office.
"How did you think that presentation went, Julia?"
"Uhm, I think it went okay."
"Really? It seemed like you had trouble concentrating. Is there anything you want to tell me, Jules?"
Julia couldn’t think straight. All she could think of was him bending her over his desk and just having his way with her. Feeling his hands all over her body. Finally having his big cock in her.
"Julia! Are you listening to me?"
"Sorry! I was just… lost in my own thoughts."
"And what are you thinking of?"
Oh God, if he only knew. She was soaked through her panties. She was honestly surprised he couldn’t smell her arousal in the air.
Fuck it, he has always told me that I should do what makes me happy. I’m gonna tell him
"…Uhm… I was thinking of you, Richard."
"Yeah. I was thinking how nice you are and how kind you’ve been to me."
"How you’ve helped me discover new sides of myself. How you’ve explained to me that I should try to be happy."
"And what would make you happy right now, Jules?"
"Whatever makes you happy, Richard."
"Good girl. Strip for me."
She was so excited. Her dream was finally coming true. He was going to fuck her. She stripped as fast as she could, while keeping eye contact with him the entire time. It was important to him that he could see how much she wanted this.
"On your knees."
She was on her knees before the words had even left his lips. She looked expectantly up at him, eager to please.
"Take it out."
Her hands jumped up to his zipper, carefully pulling out his cock.
It was even better than she had imagined it. So big and hard. It throbbed in her hands, as she ran her fingers over it. She couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her.
"Now suck it, slut."
Without another thought, she lunged forward, taking the dick in her mouth. Her entire excistance was the dick pushing in and out of her mouth. Her whole purpose was making the dick feel good, because making it feel good made her feel good.
"You’re such a good little whore, Juli. I always knew you’d do anything for some cock."
She just moaned around his cock, hearing the words but not really listening.
"It didn’t take much to open your mind to your true purpose in life. I mean, who was ever going to take you seriously with tits like those? Giant boobs like that belong on a bimbo slut, not on a business woman."
She didn’t understand what he was talking about. She wasn’t some boring business woman. She was a toy for her Master. Something he used for pleasure.
"Get up and turn around. I want to fuck your ass, slut."
Yay! Juli loved it when Master used her asshole. She always felt so full, when he rammed his cock up there. Though for some reason, she had trouble remembering the last time he did it…
But that didn’t matter now, not when he was getting ready to do it again!
"From now on you spend your time at work in here, in my office. You’ll do anything I ask of you…Christ, you’re tight… Such as sucking my cock while I work, letting me use your slutty little cunt or your tight asshole any time I want. Got that?"
"Ugh, Yes, ugh, Master!"
She came right there. Knowing that she had made him happy sent her over the edge. She could feel him tense up in her ass as she came. She knew he was close too. Like a good whore, she knew she was supposed to help him.
"Gawd, you feel so good in my ass, Master! It feels so good when you fuck my tight little ass. Your cock is so big and hard, so big in my tiny asshole."
She pushed her ass back on him with every word, forcing more of his cock into her until he was all the way in and firing in and out with rapid speed.
"I love being your good girl, Master. Your slut. Your whore. Your slave. Your bimbo fucktoy!"
He came as she debased herself. As she felt his cum shoot into her, she came again. She was so happy that she had made Master cum.He fell back into his chair and looked at right into her eyes.
"Clean me, slave."
She weakly dropped to her knees, crawled over to him and took his dick in her mouth, cleaning it off their juices.
She was so lucky that Dick had helped explain to her what made her happy.
I like this one a lot! The buildup is great, and the payoff is fantastic. Well paced, and hot. Good stuff!
"You’re such a bad girl now, aren’t you?”
Her tone was playful, almost mocking. I knew she thought I was silly. Just some naive little fool. She was right, though - I felt bad, for the first time in my life, and I was loving it.
"Fuck yes," I moaned, shifting my hips, pushing my pelvis up to grind against her. The weight of her body on mine, the scalding heat of her skin, the scent of her hair - I couldn’t take it, couldn’t think straight.
"Yeah? No more cutesy little nice-girl Sarah? With her granny panties and her church-every-Sunday bullshit?"
I swallowed hard. I felt a quick flash of something - some thick, icy combination of doubt and remorse and fear - but it evaporated into mist when she nibbled on my earlobe for a second.
"N-noooohhh… that’s not me anymore," I confirmed. Saying that, and knowing how true it was, made me feel… god, I could barely even think it. It was a thrill. A visceral, physical thrill. It made me… fuck. I still found it hard to accept these feelings, to process them. I made myself say it aloud.
"My pussy is so wet," I whispered. My skin tingled as I said it. I got goosebumps. Fuck, but that felt good.
She laughed. She had a sweet, tinkling laugh, but there was an edge to it. All of her was like that - beautiful, soft, inviting, but sharp underneath. She was like a dagger wrapped in velvet. I could never stop thinking about her. I wondered if she was real.
She showed up every night like this - just as I started to fall asleep, I’d realize she was in my room, standing over my bed, watching me, touching me, laying on top of me, feeling me, talking to me.
I fought it so much at first. It was wrong, the way she spoke, the way she… god, the way she felt. It was wrong for me to want the things she seduced and lured me into wanting. I prayed for deliverance from temptation, but it didn’t last long.
Before much time had passed I found myself looking forward to her nightly visits. I was anxious, confused, afraid… but also excited. Needy. I stopped praying, but if I had, I would have wanted to be delivered right to her. Right into temptation.
"What are you, Sarah?" Her fingers traced the line of my jaw as she whispered. I had never been able to answer that question before. She asked me every night, and I knew what she wanted to hear. I had even started to want to say it, lately. The words stuck in my throat every time.
Not tonight. Tonight I was going to do it. I was going to say it. I was done fighting, done resisting. I knew I’d end up burning my old life down - all the things I’d been fantasizing about, going out and flirting with men, flirting with women, going out and getting fucked - all of those things would come true. John would leave me when he found out, or I’d leave him - he’d never understand the new me. The real me. I didn’t want that to happen, not really, but these new desires she’d awoken in me - they were bigger than that. They were a fire inside me, and they were consuming everything else.
I made myself speak.
"I’m a slut," I said. I wanted to say so much more - how wet I was, how I had never felt like this before in my life. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops, proclaim to everyone who’d listen what a lust-crazed slut I was. I wanted to list off all the things I wanted to do, all the perverse desires burning through my brain. But I couldn’t. Those words were still stuck inside of me. My throat burned.
She smiled. She touched me again. I sighed.
"Good start," she said.
Hey, it’s nice boots again!
She wasn’t sure why she had invited him along. In fact, now that she thought about it, he had probably just invited himself along. Not that she minded much; he was good at carrying the things she was buying and simply his presence made her feel a little fuzzy inside.
It helped that any time she saw him she was reminded of that twenty-four hour period not too long ago when her pussy had been completely and utterly owned by him. The memory still made her smile, not to mention drip.
She aws just trying on some new shorts when there came a light rap on the changing room door. Frowning in confusion she opened it a crack and found him barging in a moment later, locking the door behind him. She made to protest but found herself being manhandled and tuned in place, facing the mirror again with him behind her, arms around her.
"I was thinking…" he said, fingers trailing up her bare leg and down her side. She shivered.
"Yeah?" She asked, trying and failing to sound more confident than she felt. She felt tiny. She felt weak. She felt wet.
"I enjoyed owning your pussy for a day. I think you did, too. Now - call me greedy - I think I’d like a little more."
His hand had trailed up over her hip and now slipped down into the front of her shorts. She gasped, biting her lip, as he cupped her mound through her panties, the bulge of his cock pressing against her back.
"Oh?" She squeaked. Looking in the mirror, the sight nearly made her cum at once. A small, helpless girl moaning and quivering in the arms of the boy behind her, hips jerking against his hand.
"Yes. I’d like to own you. All of you."
She gasped again, pussy throbbing. His words held a lot, and the mere thought set her heart racing.
"A-all of me?" She asked, whimpering softly. His fingers pulled her damp underwear to the side and started to leisurely stroke at her smooth cunny, her legs trembling.
"Yes, all of you. I want to own your pussy, your ass, your mouth, your tits…" his free hand came up at the end of that, moving underneath her top and groping one of her breasts. She groaned.
"And not just for a day, or an hour or two. Permanently. I want you mine. Something for me. Understand?" He asked, pulling her bra down to free her breast and rolling a nipple between his fingers, the fingers on his other hand sliding effortlessly into her cunt.
"P-p-permanently? B-b-but - oohhhh…" She lost track as he pinched hard, her whole body shivering. Her head slumped back against him, neck limp, eyes closing. It was so easy to just give into him. She knew that already from having been owned for a day. The thought of being owned permanently, all of her…it was too good to fight.
"Yesssss…." she sighed, melting. He pushed another finger into her pussy.
"Say it. I want to hear you say it."
"You own me…all of me…permanently…"
In moments she found herself being manhandled again, the shorts she had been trying on removed and left in a heap on the floor as he sat on the tiny bench behind him, lifting her easily as if she was little more than a doll. Holding her legs apart, he pulled himself out and lowered her down onto his cock.
She bit her lip again, harder. The mirror was still in front of them and she could see every last inch of him disappearing into her. Saw herself stretch around him. Saw her juices run down his shaft and drip down his balls. That cock owned her now. Forever.
He put his mouth by her ear as he let her settle on his cock for a moment. He whispered:
"Best be quiet now, wouldn’t want anyone hearing us, would we?" He asked. She nodded, and did her best not to scream as he started fucking her cunt.
No, his cunt. It was his now. Always and forever his.
Write something that includes the dress somehow. Boyfriend gives girlfriend dress to wear for the night out/dinner, and it takes over her mind/body. Or something about the dress in the Lexi and Ian universe.
Just anything awesome about the dress really.