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Click here"I can't go out with this all over me," he said, holding his sodden fingers up to my face. I knew what he wanted. I had seen the girls at 'The Scrava' do it. He wanted me to clean his hands. With my mouth. The only orifice thus far unscathed.
My disgrace was complete as I licked and sucked at his outstretched fingers. He lowered his arm down to his waist, forcing me to bend over, and ultimately kneel in order to be able to perform the duty. The tears streamed down my cheeks as I took his thumb into my mouth and tasted my own shit. I bucked slightly, wanting to resist, but he gripped my chin with his forefinger and rubbed his thumb along my teeth, up my gums, across my tongue, and around the inside of my cheeks. I knelt at his feet like that for an eternity, adoring his thumb, staring sightlessly into his trousers, defeated. His semen was still warm inside me, dribbling unavoidably down my inner-thighs, my buttocks livid from the spanking.
"You did well, Elizabeth," he said as he finally withdrew his thumb. "I'm proud of you. Now don't forget, lunch at 'The Scrava' today. And we’ll get that promotion sorted out some time before lunch."
I blinked up at him through my tears.
"Well? Aren't you going to curtsey?" He growled.
What could I do? What could I do? Well what?
I stood up clumsily on my heels. I sniffed wretchedly. Then I curtsied. A small, polite curtsey.
"Again." He demanded.
I had never curtsied for anyone in my life! What was I doing? Why didn't I refuse? I curtsied again, submissively, obediently. It may have been the first time, but it would by no means be the last. Soon I would spend most of my days curtseying before just about anyone. I would curtsey to men. I would curtsey to women. I would curtsey to children. I would curtsey to whores. I would even end up curtseying to... No - I don't want to even think about that. Not yet.
"You're going to make an excellent -” - he paused as if searching for the right word - "Senior PA".
The metallic lift doors began to scrape open. Why hadn't they opened before? I arranged my skirt hastily, wiped my chin on my sleeve where I had dribbled, rubbed the tears out of my eyes. He looked beyond me expressionlessly as I tried to catch his eyes.
"Thank you Sir," I heard myself saying. I didn't know what else to say! I just felt obliged to say something. But why had I said that!? I should have been appalled with myself. And with him! But he had defeated me, made me feel worthless. I was nothing.
I muttered a nervous "Bye Sir" and clip-clopped from the lift. He didn't respond. He didn't even look at me.
The doors shut him from my view, and the lift accelerated upwards.
More soon
Thanks to all who rated/commented on Ch.01 - much appreciated
- COMMENTS
lucy_sometimesabout 1 month agoThis chapter and the following one are just so filthy and so hot. Just love them.
Anonymousover 5 years agoNot all chapters of this story work for me, but this is the hottest, I think!
"Correct answer!"
Can't really map into the naivety or mentality of W94, but her just taking it is a powerful image. 5 stars, of course!
Anonymousabout 6 years agoMy panties got all wet while reading this.
And then I started imagining being alone in the elevator with the senior vice-president of my division. I imagined he could tell how hot I am for him. He is an older, distinguished, authoritative man, and I would do anything he says. I imagined him stopping the elevator and telling me to remove my panties, lean against the metal bar in the elevator and spread my legs. He flips my skirt over my ass, collects some fluid from my dripping cunt, then shoves his thumb up my asshole. I cry out as he explores my virgin anal cavity. I hear him unzip himself and feel him plunge his eight inches up my cunt, kneeding my ass as he continues to finger my rectum. He doesn't care if I am "safe" or not. He cares only about his own need to subjugate me and get himself off inside my body. I get excited as I feel the strange new sensation of him stroking his cock through my rectum.
When he comes, he pulls out quickly and forces me to turn around and kneel, cleaning first his finger, then his cock off with my mouth, while he reaches into my top and kneeds and pinches my breasts. Then he presses a button, the elevator doors open, and I am left to face my subordinates, my bare, reddened tits hanging out, and my skirt still flipped up, revealing his cum leaking down my thighs. Whew!
Nobody knows I have these thoughts all day at work, wanting Mr. Sanders to treat me like a whore in front of the sixty-odd people in my department.
Thank you for expressing my feelings so well.
A whore for Mr. Sanders
Anonymousover 18 years agoI've read 12 chapters of this story and this is still my favorite. The scene in the lift is so hot, I come back to it all the time.
