Just Another Day at the Office (5 page)

Once they were on the highway, he put his right hand over her crotch and moved a finger over the nub on the leather strap again as he’d done earlier. His strokes over her pussy lips were light, almost tender. Enough to drive her slowly insane with need.

Jayson caught her eye for a second. “Open your shirt fully. Squeeze your tits hard, like we did in the elevator.”

After a brief hesitation, Chelsea put her hands up and undid the rest of the buttons, and then grabbed on, pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

As soon as she did, he pressed down on her clit. “Harder,” he said, moving his thumb and forefinger around the strap to pinch her clit like she was pinching her nipples.

She did. Her breath came out in frantic gasps and her feet twitched against the floorboard of the car.

He pulled into the parking garage at an unfamiliar shopping center, found a spot, and put the car in park.

Then Jayson turned to her. “Still harder, Chelsea,” he growled out as he pinched her clit as hard as the man in the elevator had pinched her nipple.

She obeyed, and her whole body flamed while the dark garage became a big ball of white lights, swirling around her as she screamed with the craziest, most intense orgasm of her life.

Jayson unbuckled her seatbelt while her head was still lolling back against the headrest. No way would he make it to the end of the day without at least getting inside Chelsea’s cunt. She was so incredibly responsive to every little touch. He had to know how it felt to have that channel pulsing around him, squeezing him.

But that would have to wait. He got out of the car and went around to her door, then helped her to her feet. She was still in a bit of a daze, so he straightened her skirt and buttoned her shirt for her, then clamped a hand down on her firm ass again to guide her inside Madame Exxxtasy’s Lingerie.

Margaret, the petite shop owner, greeted him as they came in. She ushered them into a private fitting room at the back and took some quick measurements of Chelsea, paying special attention to her bust and hip areas. By now, his assistant was too aroused to blush over anyone manhandling her.

“I take it you’d like an assortment of your usual styles to try on her, Mr. Grant?” Margaret said to him.

He winked and nodded, and she bustled out. Jayson set to work undressing Chelsea again, making sure to brush his hands against her sensitized flesh as much as possible. By the time the owner returned with a stack of corsets, shelf bras, crotch-less teddies, thongs, g-strings, and garters, Chelsea was little more than a moaning, quivering lump of sexed-up putty in his hands.

Margaret stopped short when she laid eyes on the harness. “No wonder you’ve got that glazed, well-fucked look in your eyes, hon.” She smiled at Jayson, who’d planted himself in an overstuffed armchair nearby to watch the show. “I take it you’d like me to do the honors?”

He smiled and loosened his pants to pull his cock out. “If you don’t mind, sugar.”

“Never have before.”

The shop owner set her stack of garments on the dressing table and then pulled one out—a black lace corset that looked like it would wreak sensual torture on Chelsea’s straining nipples. She deftly put it on Chelsea, pulling the ties at the back tight. It drew her already slim waist in, lifted her already glorious rack higher, and made Jayson’s already hard cock just a little bit harder. Okay, maybe a lot harder. Margaret adjusted the fabric over Chelsea’s breasts, and Chelsea drew in a long, ragged breath.

“And a garter to go with it?” Margaret asked.

Jayson nodded and wrapped his hand around his erection.

The shop keeper selected one from her pile and put it in place on Chelsea. With each movement, his assistant moaned just a little louder. He wouldn’t be surprised if Margaret was forcing her to move more than was necessary, just for all of their enjoyment.

“That one’s a yes,” he said, stroking on his length.

The show continued for almost an hour, Margaret putting the sexy undergarments on Chelsea, Chelsea moaning and shuddering and generally growing closer to another mind-blowing orgasm, and Jayson jerking himself off slowly.

When they’d gone through Margaret’s entire stack, she turned to Jayson. “Well, why don’t I wrap your purchases up while you two finish in here?” She’d left Chelsea in a tight, pink silk corset to wear home—one that lifted her breasts but left them available for him to do with as he pleased—along with a matching garter and stockings.

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Charge it to the Toyz 'R Us account.” Pulling out his wallet, he selected the new charge card Russ had given him for such purchases. “She’ll wear these out of the store today.”

Margaret took the card. “Take all the time you need. I’ll have the rest ready whenever you are.”

She closed the door behind her, and Jayson got up to click the lock into place. While he was up, he moved to the hidden cabinet of supplies behind the floor-length mirror that Margaret always kept fully stocked and pulled out a condom. As aroused as Chelsea was, there would be no need for lube, so he left that on the shelf. A new addition to Margaret’s collection caught his eye, though.
Tingling, erect nipple gel—peppermint flavored, long lasting
. That sounded promising. Not that her tits weren’t already plenty erect, and therefore plenty sensitive, but intensifying it could only help. Besides, if this stuff had the desired effect, he could suggest it as a new product line for Russ’s designers to work on.

He grabbed the tube and headed back to the center of the room. When he stood in front of Chelsea, she looked up at him with a mixture of dread and desire.

“Ready for a good, hard fuck?” he asked.

She whimpered but didn’t come close to denying him. Those baby blues darkened to near midnight. Yeah, she was ready.

Jayson flipped the cap on the nipple gel and squeezed some out onto his finger. He smeared it all over her right tit, covering all of the areola, too. He kept rubbing her, teasing her, pinching her. It was clear the moment when the tingling took effect. Chelsea gasped and moaned, leaning toward him at the same time as she tried to twist away.

“That’s good, then?” he asked.

“Christ on a cracker.”

He chuckled and squeezed some more out to repeat the process on her other tit. By the time he was done, she was whimpering and curling her toes, straining into his touch even as tears pricked at her eyes.

Jayson started to put it away, but then another idea struck him. He shoved the tube into his pocket so he’d have it in a bit and pulled out the key to his padlocks. In just a minute, he had the locks undone and stashed in his pocket. He pulled the harness free and disconnected it from her two vibes, then moved her to sit on the chair he’d watched from earlier, draping her legs over the two armrests so her cunt was gaping wide for his viewing pleasure.

“Turn both vibes up all the way, then fuck your pussy with that one while I get undressed.”

Her mouth fell open and her eyes flashed, but a moment later she followed through with his request. She was such a little fuck slut. Damn, Russ had chosen well. She whimpered with each thrust of the vibe in her pussy, and those feet went to twitching and shaking again.

Jayson stripped quickly, ripped open the condom and put it on, then pulled out the tube of nipple gel again. Before she could get herself off, he pulled her to her feet and took the vibrator from her hand. “Brace yourself against the arm of the chair and bend over with your legs wide,” he ordered her.

Chelsea turned around and did what he asked, giving him an incredible view of her dripping, gaping gash and her asshole stuffed with a plug. Still, her legs weren’t wide enough for his preferences, so he kicked at each of her ankles, forcing her feet another foot or so apart.

He passed the vibe back to her. “You’re going to have to hold yourself up with one hand. I want you to fuck your mouth with this while I fuck you—suck it like you sucked me off earlier.”

Desperate to have her lights screwed out as she was, the girl took it and stuck it in her mouth. Insane. He’d never gotten any chick to do that before, to suck on a dildo that was covered in her juices. Granted, he’d never asked. But still.

For a moment, he watched her shoving the dildo in and out of her mouth, struggling to keep her jaw wide enough to handle it. “Down your throat, Chelsea. Just like you did to me.” She pressed it farther and gagged, but kept it in. He pulled back her hair and nibbled along the side of her neck, showing her where he wanted it to be.

When she finally had the thing almost all the way inside, as evidenced by the bulge in her throat, he put some of the nipple gel on his finger again and reached around her. “Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, just before he spread her pussy lips, lifted her hood, and smeared the stuff on her clit.

She screamed, but it was muffled on the vibe in her throat, and her feet twitched so bad it went straight up her legs. Jayson grabbed her hips and drove himself fully inside in a single stab.

Even after having her cunt stimulated and stretched all day long with the vibrators, she was still insanely tight. The vibe in her ass was dancing and pressing against him through the thin wall of her body. Being inside her like that felt so good, he never wanted it to end. She stretched up on her tiptoes from the force of his invasion and he held her there, jiggling her ass around over his cock.

Then he lowered her back to standing on the ground and pulled out. “Fuck your throat with that vibrator in time with me in your pussy.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond. He just slammed back home. After a couple of thrusts, she picked up his tempo, shoving the dildo down her throat and making gurgling, moaning sounds as she did. Each time his pelvis crashed into her ass, it drove the butt plug up into her further, too.

She came again, the walls of her pussy sending spasms over his cock in waves as she screamed over the dildo in her mouth.

Jayson kept fucking her, pulling her hips back onto him as he drove forward for several minutes. When he was getting close to blowing his load, he dropped his grip on her hips and instead used his hands to pinch her overly sensitive nipples again. His balls tightened and his cock grew, and Chelsea let out ragged moan after ragged moan.

Then he dropped his grip on her tits. With one hand, he pulled her head back so the vibrator could go as far down her throat as possible. She gurgled. He used his other hand to rub her clit like he was trying to start a fire. Simultaneously, he thrust one final time into her cunt.

Instead of just her feet and legs twitching, her entire body twitched with the force of her orgasm as his balls emptied into the condom.

Damn, that was the best sex he’d had in his life. He was definitely going to have to change her mind about quitting her new job. No way could he let her go.

She collapsed back against him, out cold. He pulled the dildo out of her mouth before she turned colors from lack of air. Jayson pulled his cock free and laid her down on the chair. Then he put the vibe back in place, lowered the settings to an annoying buzz on both of her internal toys, and resituated her harness.

By the time she came to a few minutes later, he had her dressed in that same inconveniently covered-up outfit from earlier with the new corset and garters beneath.

“Ready to do some more shopping?” he asked.

The next morning, getting out of bed was a chore. Chelsea had lost count of yesterday’s orgasms somewhere in the vicinity of twenty or so. There was no telling how many times he’d made her come—at the office, in his car, while they were shopping. Her entire body ached, but especially her pussy, her butt, and her tits. It wasn’t exactly a bad ache. More a way-too-well-used-after-being-way-too-neglected ache.

And knowing there was more of the same in store today—the whole week, actually—was enough to have her already wet in anticipation when she woke, at the same time as she considered just staying home.

That one wouldn’t happen, though. As sick and twisted as Jayson was, Chelsea had never experienced anything like sex with him. She’d be damned if she wasn’t going to get more of it. At least for these next ninety days. Well, eighty-nine, now…