UNDER
HER DESK |
by
Brian Solomon |
It all started when I got a new job at
the Hathaway Corporation. I’d just graduated and
now held a doctorate as well as my first degree.
I was pleased with my new position as Head of IT
at this large PR company. It had taken me a long
time to find a decent job and I had finally come
out to Southampton in Connecticut. It had taken
all my savings to set myself with a small flat in
downtown Southampton but I was determined to succeed.
I was almost fifty and had been divorced for some
years. Before my divorce I had lost my job (which
is why my wife had divorced me) and I had thought
I would never find another – my age being against
me. Anyway at forty-five I went back to college
and some years later, armed with a doctorate, found
myself being interviewed by Diane Hathaway, the
Head of the Corporation.
Diane Hathaway was in her early thirties
and was probably the most gorgeous woman I had ever
seen. She had long dark hair, wide green almond
eyes and a body that no words could do justice to.
When she stood and welcomed me at the interview
I noticed that her black dress was very short, shorter
indeed than those of any of the secretaries I had
passed on my journey to her office. Her long, lip-smacking
legs were encased in sheer black stockings and her
feet thrust into a pair of black high-heeled shoes.
Her voice was soft and mellow as she introduced
herself. She returned to her desk and sadly her
legs went out of sight.
The interview seemed to go faultlessly
although she had a habit of staring at me that made
me uncomfortable, as though she were able to look
into my brain and see what made me tick. I was ashamed
too, that I had had no money to buy new clothes
and had turned up for the interview in a pair of
old, rather tight jeans.
As I say I started to get the picture of
things on my first day. I was told Diane Hathaway
wanted to see when I got in, the first morning.
(I ought to mention here that, despite my age, I
had always kept myself in pretty good condition,
working out at least three times a week.) I had
on a brand new suit, bought with an advance on my
salary, and was feeling rather pleased with myself
as I strode in Diane’s office, her secretary having
let me in. A large conference table stretched out
from her desk and, as Diane was busy on the phone,
I nodded to her and sat down by her desk.
Immediately her eyes snapped open at me.
She took the phone away from her mouth.
"Did I say you could sit?" Her
voice was still soft but there was no mistaking
the iron edge.
"N-no," I stammered, frozen to
the spot.
"Well get the fuck out of that seat
then." I jumped up, my heart beating. Diane
returned to her phone conversation. She laughed
at something and said:
"Yeah, he’s just a new guy."
Her conversation became then meaningless. After
a few minutes I was becoming a little irritated.
She swung her legs onto her desk and twisted her
feet as she talked, as if she were looking for blemishes
on her shoes, although I couldn’t see any. After
another ten minutes she put the phone down and looked
up at me.
"What are you doing with that suit?"
I was shocked by the tone of anger in her
voice.
"I thought as Head of IT I should
look the part - ."
"Listen, David. Why do you think you
got this job? Did you think it was because of your
pitiful doctorate? You turned up for the interview
in a pair of jeans. Tight jeans. You were the only
one who did. Well, I liked the look of your butt.
That’s why you go the job. You’ve got a cute butt.
I prefer to have older men around too – that was
another point on your favour. They are often more
sensitive to a woman’s needs. What a combination
– an older man with a cute butt. I wasn’t going
to pass that up. You looked moderately capable so
you go the job." She stood up, came round the
desk and faced me. At five foot ten inches she was
about my height, in her heels. "It comes down
to this Dave. Get rid of that suit and get yourself
a pair of jeans. And I mean tight jeans. I want
to see your butt nice and clear. You want this job,
don’t you?"
I nodded mutely not knowing what to say.
Of course I wanted this job where would I get another?
"Well get off right now and buy yourself
a pair of tight jeans. Report back to me and let
me see them. If they’re not tight enough you’ll
be out on your cute little butt. Have you got that?"
I stared at her, my head in a whirl. Suddenly
she placed her hand on the front of my trousers,
grabbed my balls and held on tightly. I yelped.
"And in case you’ve got any ideas
about yelling ‘sexual harassment’ I know some bouncers
who owe me a favour, so you’ll be yelling ‘sexual
harassment’ from a hospital bed, that is when you’re
able to yell." She removed her hand and pointed
to the door. "Now get out and get busy."
I almost ran from her room and once outside
stood wondering where to go. I guess I wasn’t thinking
clearly, I only knew I had to find a jeans shop.
Diane’s secretary gave me directions. Having found
the shop I tried on various jeans, worried that
Diane would not find them tight enough. I ended
up in a pair I could hardly breathe in but I reckoned
they would do the job.
I carried my suit back to office in a plastic
bag and stowed in beneath my desk. With my heart
beating I turned up outside Diane’s office. I had
been waiting ten minutes when her door suddenly
flew open and she came walking rapidly.
"Debbie", she said to her secretary.
"My lunch appointment may go on for longer
than I planned. Can you rearrange my two o’ clock?"
Then she noticed me. "Well Dave stand up and
let me see you." I did as she asked. "Turn
around!" she snapped. "Do I have to tell
you to do everything?" I spun round feeling
horribly embarrassed in front of Debbie. "Well,
Dave, you’ve done alright in those jeans. Make sure
you wear those jeans every day. Now tonight,"
she continued, "there’s a reception I have
to attend and I though it would be useful for you
to come too. We’ll go straight from here so come
along to my office at about six. No earlier, no
later. Go that?"
I nodded. She didn’t seem to care that
I might have had another appointment. It was just
as well I didn’t.
As the afternoon drew on I became increasingly
anxious. I needed this job. I wouldn’t do anything
that would screw it up. If she wanted me to come
along to a reception with her I’d go. It shouldn’t
be so bad – she was a beautiful, sexy woman. She
knew how to dress, how to talk. What was I worrying
about?
I was still trying to convince myself that
I was looking forward to the evening when I knocked
on her door at six o’ clock. Debbie and indeed the
rest of the staff had already gone. I opened the
door to her office. It was dark except for a light
on her desk.
"Come in." Diane was behind her
desk studying her papers. She looked up as I entered
and smiled. It was a really warm, welcoming smile.
"Hi Dave. I’m almost ready to go.
I’ve already changed. I’ve just got to get these
papers sorted out. Only one thing. I think I scuffed
my shoes while I was changing. Would you be a sweetie
and give them a clean?" She bent her head down
to her papers.
I wasn’t sure what to do. I walked round
to the side of her desk. I then saw she had changed
into a long tight-fitting red dress and matching
red high-heeled shoes. I couldn’t see any polish
anywhere. I stood next to her desk confused and
panicky.
"What’s the problem?" She looked
up irritated.
"I can’t see any polish," I explained.
"Well, if you can’t see any polish
you’ll have to use something else, won’t you?"
She waited expectantly but I had no answer. She
sighed. "You’ve got a goddamn tongue, haven’t
you? Well, use that."
She swung round in her seat and crossed
her legs. "I’ll make it easy for you. Now get
busy."
She obviously meant for me to get down
on the floor and lick her shoes clean. I didn’t
know whether I could do it. But I needed this job.
I sank to the floor and leaned forward
until my tongue met the soft leather of her higher
show. I started to lick. I could feel the shape
of her toes through the shoe. The taste was unpleasant
and I needed plenty of spit to moisten the leather.
I used my handkerchief to polish the leather. I
knew I had to get the leather shiny but must have
pressed too hard for Diane suddenly moved her shoe
away from me and kicked me in the chest.
"Not so hard, fool! Do that again
and I’ll be kicking you in the mouth."
So then I had to get the leather shiny
without pressing too hard. It wasn’t easy. I was
terrified that I’d end up with her shoe flying towards
my mouth.
When I finished the first shoe I hoped
that she would re-cross her legs but she didn’t.
Maybe she thought I would try to sneak a view between
her thighs but I was far too scared for anything
like that. Whatever the reason she didn’t move and
I had to bend down right to the floor to start on
the second shoe.
"What are you doing?" Diane’s
soft voice with its hard edge hit me.
"I-I’m doing your other shoe."
"You haven’t finished the first shoe
yet. What about he sole?"
"The sole?"
"Yes, the sole. The sole. You know
the bit under the shoe, the bit that walks on the
ground, that bit that’ll walk on your fucking face
if you don’t pull your socks up."
She lifted her first shoe and presented
me with the sole. I had no choice. I got to it straightaway.
When I finished I actually asked her to re-cross
her legs so that I could do the sole on her other
shoe, which was, of course, still on the floor.
"You are so useless. Do I have to
do everything for you?" Nevertheless she re-crossed
her legs. I noticed that now she ignored her papers
and was smoking a cigarette while she looked down
at me busy with her shoes. When I finished she stubbed
out her cigarette and stood up. I had to move quickly
to avoid being hit in the head by her shoes.
During the reception she was as nice as
pie. Introducing me to her colleagues with some
respect. However, while I called her Diane during
the reception she insisted that I call her Mrs Hathaway,
as I had to during office hours, once we were outside.
We had taken her car to the reception so
afterwards she drove back to the office so I could
pick my car up. On the way she patted my knee.
"You did very well tonight, Dave.
So well, in fact, that I’ve decided to promote you.
Not bad, eh? You’ve only been with my company one
day and already a promotion. I’ve decided to make
you my PA. I’ve been thinking for some time I need
a PA and I think you’re just the guy for the job.
It goes with a fifty percent salary increase."
I was surprised, knocked back. I liked
the salary increase but I wasn’t a PA. I didn’t
even know if I could do the job. I said as much
to Diane.
"You haven’t got the picture, Dave.
I’m not asking if you want to be my PA, I’m telling
you that’s what you’re going to be. There’s no discussion.
Now out you pop and I’ll see you in my office at
nine o’clock when I’ll explain what your duties
are."
Standing in the car park I stared nervously
after her car’s headlights as Diane shot away from
me.
At nine o’ clock next morning her secretary
showed me into Diane’s office. Diane waved me towards
a seat.
"Dave, the job of a PA is to help
me do my job better. I can get quite stressed out.
Your job is to help me unwind. Do you think you
can do that?" I didn’t think she really wanted
an answer so I stayed quiet. "For example,"
she continued, "last night I really enjoyed
having you lick my shoes clean. I found it soothing
and relaxing. So this morning you can start with
that. However, I have people coming in and out of
my office all day so it would be better all round
if you crawl under my desk and get to work from
there. It’ll be a bit of a tight squeeze for you,
I’m afraid. In fact it’ll be a very tight squeeze.
And particularly uncomfortable as you’re wearing
such tight jeans. But I’m sure you’ll soon get used
to it."
I couldn’t do this. Job or no job I wasn’t
going to sit under her desk all day licking her
shoes.
"You can keep your job," I said,
"I resign."
"Dave," she said softly, smiling
in a condescending fashion. "If you resign
I’ll see to it that you won’t get another job in
this city." She thought for a moment. "Better
still, I’ll have my good friend, the Chief of Police,
frame you for an unsolved case of child rape. So,
my little child rapist, unless you want me to hand
you over to the police for your just punishment
you’ll get under my desk right now and start licking."
I felt sick, I have always had a pathological fear
of the police and of being arrested for a crime
I hadn’t committed. I was in a panic. She waited
and then smiling pressed her intercom. "Debbie,
could you get me the Chief of Police?" I scurried
round her desk and almost pushed Diane out of the
way to get under it. I noticed briefly that she
was wearing shoes with high, sharp heels and that
her legs were bare. She helpfully used her feet
to push me well in. Having forced me into the small
gap between her legs and the front of her desk she
put one shoe on the back of my neck and forced my
mouth down onto her other shoe. The sharp pointed
heel on the back of my neck really hurt. Moreover,
Diane’s office floor was made up of wood panelling
and it was hard and uncomfortable. My tight jeans
almost prevented me breathing.
"Get licking, Dave. I don’t want to
wait all day." I tried to comply as best I
could but I was forced down so firmly onto her shoe
that it didn’t leave enough room to get my tongue
out. Diane pressed down even harder. "Start
licking or I’ll fucking strangle you." I forced
out my tongue and started licking. "Yeah, that’s
the idea, boy." She relaxed her other foot
a little and this made breathing a bit easier and
gave me some more room, but she still kept her shoe
firmly on my neck.
She buzzed on her intercom. "Debbie,
will you come in here?" I felt Diane lean back
in her seat and heard her sigh contentedly. She
pushed down a little harder on my neck. "That’s
my boy. You can move up to my foot now. But not
too high. You get near my ankle and I’ll fucking
smash your face." Her skin was much more pleasant
to my tongue; it was quite soft.
I heard Debbie’s heels as she came into
the office.
"How’s your new PA working out, Mrs
Hathaway?"
"Just fine, Debbie." I heard
them both laugh. Then Diane twisted her heel hard
into the back of my neck. I leapt up and screamed,
simultaneously banging my head on Diane’s desk.
The two women shrieked with laughter. Diane’s face
appeared below her desk.
"Did I tell you to stop, Dave?"
Her face disappeared and then her foot flashed out
and smashed me in the stomach. I collapsed on the
floor groaning and clutching my stomach. "Next
time you decide to disobey me I won’t be so nice.
Now get with that licking. And don’t make a sound."
She thrust me back carelessly under her desk with
her feet and I twisted round painfully to start
work again on her shoes. I was feeling sick and
almost crying in despair.
"Debbie, could you organise a working
lunch today. I’ve got a long meeting starting at
ten thirty and I don’t want to be disturbed."
"Sure thing, Mrs Hathaway. By the
way Joe Keithley is here, should I show him in."
"Please."
I heard Debbie’s heels disappear and the
door close.
"How are you doing, Dave?" I
felt her wriggle her toes in her shoes then she
slipped her feet out of her shoes. "I want
you to lick between the toes. Do it slowly and make
it kinda sensuous." I carefully bent down to
the task and did as well as I could. "Don’t
spend too long on it boy. My meeting starts soon
and I don’t think it would be right for you to be
sucking my toes while I’m chairing a meeting, do
you?" Did this mean that I would soon be free
of this prison?
I heard the door open and Debbie’s voice.
"Joseph Keithley to see you. Mrs Hathaway."
"Good, show him in." I was sure
I could detect a smile in Diane’s voice. "Put
my shoes on, Dave." She giggled. "I mean
put them on me, just in case you were thinking of
doing something pervy." I held her shoes for
her so she could slip her feet in.
"You can leave off licking my shoes
for a bit." I almost said thank you. But, in
fact, there wasn’t time to say anything for the
heel of Diane’s shoe smashed into my neck, pinioning
me at the back of Diane’s desk. I couldn’t breathe.
I managed a croak and Diane relaxed her grip a little,
enough for me to be able to suck in some air. There
were footsteps.
"Sit down, Joseph." There was
a creak. "You’ve been with this company almost
twenty years, haven’t you Joseph? Since my late
husband started it?"
"Yes, Mrs Hathaway."
"Hmm. I’m going to have to sack you,
Joseph, with immediate effect."
There was a gasp. "W-why, Mrs Hathaway."
"My secretary said that you tried
to proposition her. I won’t stand for any kind of
sexual harassment in this office. You’re to leave
immediately."
"But it’s not true, Mrs Hathaway."
The poor man was clearly in tears. The way that
Diane had pinioned me allowed me to look up a little.
As Joseph Keithley started to talk I saw Diane’s
hand draw up her dress and drop onto her crotch.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. Slowly she began
to rub herself up and down.
"I would expect you to say that. I
trust my secretary implicitly. Collect your cards
now."
"But my wife, my children. Please,
it’s not true."
"I’ll make damn sure you never get
another job in this city again." She was rubbing
herself faster and faster and gradually applying
more pressure to my neck. I tried to croak again
but she ignored me or maybe didn’t even hear me
in her own excitement.
"Please Mrs Hathaway, I need this
job - ."
Get out now before I call the police,"
she yelled. I could feel her trembling through her
legs.
"Please Mrs - ."
"Out, out." I heard him tottering
over the floor weeping. He had barely closed the
door when Diane slammed her heel hard against my
neck. I screamed and almost simultaneously Diane
screamed in exultant pleasure. She panted for few
moments and then buzzed the intercom.
"Did you enjoy that as much as I did.
Debbie?"
"Perhaps not quite as much."
Debbie’s faint reply.
"No, you don’t have a PA, do you?"
Diane was absently rubbing her shoe over my face
and then pressed the sole down on my mouth as she
spoke. "I haven’t had so much fun for ages.
If you get any more ideas like that, do let me know."
Debbie and she laughed together and then Diane cut
the connection.
She sat back in her chair tapping her show
hard on my face.
"Did you enjoy that, Dave?" It
seemed strange to be talked to by someone only whose
legs I could see. "I bet you were pleased that
it wasn’t you I fired. Well you’re not to worry
– I won’t be firing you. You’re going to have a
long and successful career here. Mind you, my definition
of your success may not be quite the same as yours.
Anyway I think it’s time to increase your responsibilities.
All that excitement has made things a little messy
so I want you to help clean me." Her legs parted
and I was overwhelmed by her powerful aroma. Her
shoe slid off my face and I was able to breathe
more easily. Although only for a moment for she
reached down and with her hands grabbed me by the
scruff of the neck and hauled me up to her crotch.
I had hardly time to grasp what was happening when
I found my face pressed hard against her wet pussy.
"Okay Dave, guess what you’re going
to do?" She wrapped her legs around my head
and squeezed. "Get licking, boy and make sure
I’m nice and clean." But she pressed me so
hard to her that I could barely breathe let alone
lick. I moaned and she must have heard me. She released
me. "I guess this is a bit difficult but I
want you to get used to it. I love it when I press
you so hard against me that you can hardly breathe.
And I want you to give me as much pleasure as possible.
So you’ll have to work out how you can breathe and
lick me at the same time, when you pressed hard
against my pussy. Think of it as a challenge. It’ll
bring us closer together, Dave. As this is your
first time I’ll make it easier for you." She
pulled me into her but gave me room to breathe and
lick. "But don’t take my generosity for granted,
boy. This is the first and last time. After this
you’re on your own."
I couldn’t believe this was happening to
me and I couldn’t see any way out of it. She had
me trapped. I didn’t know if she was bluffing about
the Chief of Police but I couldn’t take a chance.
Gingerly, I started licking; the taste and smell
were pretty strong.
"That’s it, Dave. You’re good at this.
Now I want you to get me nice and clean but I don’t
want you to get me overly excited because I’ve got
an important meeting starting in a moment and if
I get excited it’ll be embarrassing. And if I’m
embarrassed I’ll get annoyed. And - ." Here
she lifted up my head to grin at me. "- if
I’m annoyed I’ll have to punish you." Then
she popped me back into place. "So, for your
sake, I hope you’ll be able to clean me up without
exciting me. Oh, and if you make a fucking sound
– you’re dead."
She dropped her legs over my shoulders,
gave me an extra hard squeeze that almost suffocated
me, then relaxed a little to allow me to start licking.
I probed around sucking where I could,
being careful to stop if I felt the slightest shudder
from her. She patted the top of my head. "Well
done, Dave. You’re doing very well."
The office door opened, there were voices
and the sound of chairs being moved.
"Are we all here?" It was Diane’s
voice. "Right then Frank, your report please."
It became clear that it was an end-of-month sales
meeting. I couldn’t understand what it was all about.
I continued to slurp and lick quietly and gently.
Eventually from the taste I was pretty sure that
all was clean and I gradually slowed to a halt.
I sat there, under her desk, too scared to move
but getting more and more uncomfortable. The hard
wood floor seemed to bore into my knees.
The meeting wound on. After what seemed
like an eternity someone suggested a comfort break.
Diane asked everyone to reconvene in five minutes.
When the office had cleared Diane caught
hold of my hair and painfully yanked my head up.
"Oh dear, your face is a mess. It’s
all sticky. Let me clean you up." She took
a tissue from her desk and wiped my face with it.
"That’s better. But now what am I going to
do with this tissue. I can’t put it in the trash
for the cleaners to find. You’d better eat it."
With that she shoved it into my mouth. I choked
and coughed and tried to pluck it from my mouth.
"No, no!" Diane grabbed my hands.
"You’ve got to swallow it. Come on, be a man.
Get it down." I struggled sick and wretched,
with tears in my eyes. At last it went down my throat.
"There you are, that wasn’t so bad, was it?
Now I expect you need a drink, don’t you?"
"Yes." I gasped with relief.
I desperately needed a drink.
"I thought so, Well the others have
gone for a comfort break but I haven’t time so you’re
going to help me out. In fact we’re going to help
each other. Isn’t that great? You’re going to save
me time and I’m going to give you a drink. Now come
here." I would have struggled if I could but
she held my head firmly as she wedged me tight to
her crotch, my nose and mouth forming a tight seal.
After a moment she started to pee into my mouth.
The hot salty liquid stung against my tongue and
my throat. My mouth started to fill up. I couldn’t
breathe and it looked like I was going to drown
for I couldn’t swallow either. There was a ringing
in my ears. I was terrified. If Diane didn’t stop
soon I was a goner. Somehow I managed to gulp down
a little of the liquid and then a little more. But
Diane still kept peeing. I tried to shake my head
to force down more liquid. As Diane wouldn’t release
me I tried to use my hands to force her up so that
she would be peeing at a higher angle and it would
more easily pass down my throat. Diane started to
giggle and let me go. Her pee splashed over my face
and onto the floor.
"Oh, Dave, you’re impossible!"
Diane laughed. "You’ better lick up all my
pee quickly or else it’ll smell. Come on."
She pushed my head to the floor and started pulling
it around. "This has to be easier than licking
my shoes. Get busy, Dave. If there’s one drop of
pee left when the others return I’m handing you
over to the police."
I crawled around licking everything up
as fast as I could – fluff and grit as well. Diane
stood over me laughing.
"Dave, you are wonderful. Hey, maybe
I should get you to lick the whole of this room."
I looked up startled. Her eyes gleamed. "Or
maybe," she added breathlessly, "the whole
building. You could do one floor every night. Before
the cleaners come in, of course. There wouldn’t
be much point in doing it after the cleaners. Or
maybe we could use you instead of the cleaners.
Hmm, it’s worth thinking about, isn’t it, Dave.
I can hear the others coming back now and,"
she looked carefully over the floor, "you’ve
cleaned up all the pee. Well done." She sat
down in her seat, took my head in her hands and
kissed me on the forehead. Then she pushed me brutally
into the gap under her desk and slammed her shoes
into me. Once again her heel dug painfully into
my neck and forced me against the shoe on the ground.
"Get licking, boy. I can’t feel your
tongue, boy." She pressed down even harder.
"And remember, no sound!" I wanted to
scream but I controlled myself. I managed to get
my tongue out of my forcibly closed mouth and began
licking as best as I could. How long was this to
continue? There was going to be working lunch. That
meant that I could be here the whole day. It was
an horrific thought.
The others returned with a scraping of
chairs and the meeting recommenced. It must have
continued for almost an hour and a half but during
that time the pressure of Diane’s shoe on my neck
did not let up once. I could hardly believe that
so beautiful a woman could keep up that level of
careless cruelty for so long. I think my neck had
gone numb by the time I had the trolleys rolling
into the office with the lunch. At last Diane relaxed
her foot and took it off my neck. I heard the others
leave to do their own business before they returned
for lunch.
"Debbie, could you select some sandwiches
for me, I have some phone-calls to make." Over
the noise of the others in the room leaving she
leant down and whispered to me. "Dave, you’ve
no idea how much pleasure you’re giving me. You
make a boring meeting tolerable, even enjoyable."
I saw Debbie’s legs appear round the corner
of the desk. Debbie was presumably carrying Diane’s
food.
"Is he still under there, Mrs Hathaway?"
"Of course, do you want to take a
look?"
Debbie’s face appeared under the desk.
She was smiling broadly. Debbie and Diane both looked
at each other and then burst out laughing.
"Can I have him when you’re finished
with him?" gasped Debbie.
"There might not be anything left,"
said Diane. That brought fresh outbursts of laughter
from the two women.
"Have you used him yet for you-know-what?"
asked Debbie.
"I thought I’d save that for the afternoon."
"Lucky you."
"Maybe – he might not be any good."
"In that case you could just break
his nose while he was in position, to teach him
a lesson."
Diane stretched out her hand and stroked
my hair. I cowered. "Oh, Dave knows what will
happen to him if he doesn’t come up to scratch.
Don’t you , Dave?" I whimpered.
"The poor dear," said Debbie.
"I think he’s scared. Although if he knew what
was going to happen to him he’d be terrified."
With shrieks of laughter the two woman hi-fived
each other and stood up.
Diane sat back in her seat and hauled me
into position.
"Now, Dave. Your responsibilities
increase all the time. This afternoon’s meeting
is going to be quite stressful and I want you to
keep me nice and calm. So you’re to apply your tongue
to my lips, my lower lips, of course, and bring
me to a nice, sweet orgasm. I’m sure you’ll be able
to do it because I’m sure you know what will happen
to you if you don’t.. Here come the others now."
She shoved me hard against her and squeezed her
thighs against me head. Again I could hardly breathe.
I managed to force my tongue out and my one thought
was that if I brought her to a climax quickly I
would be freed. I started work, dimly aware that
around me people were talking and eating, including
Diane. Occasionally, I felt her stroke my hair.
As she became more excited instead of bucking, to
control herself, she squeezed me ever harder. I
thought my head would burst. Eventually she came
silently and I felt her relax a little. But then,
instead of freeing me, she wedged me right into
her. All this time she was talking calmly and, as
far as I could judge, eloquently during the meeting.
She then proceeded to pee into my mouth. Again I
had to gulp as well as I could. However, this time,
to stop me doing anything with my hands, she pinioned
my hands to the floor with her heels, pressing down
firmly and ruthlessly. I was in agony and my mouth
was burning. But Diane seemed to be enjoying the
experience – I felt that she was relaxed and in
control.
I didn’t think I was going to get all the
pee down and, feeling sick, was beginning to choke.
But Diane signalled her displeasure by pressing
down viciously with her heels and I forced myself
to overcome my nausea and the feeling of drowning
that I was experiencing.
I think there must have been another comfort
break but I was only barely conscious of people
moving back chairs and walking around.
Diane lifted my head and spoke to me.
"You did all right there, Dave. But
next time no messing about. When I pee in your mouth
you damn well drink it all down quick, no matter
how fast or how much I pee or how tightly I’m gripping
you. I don’t fucking care whether you can breathe
or not. I’m in control here, boy, and you better
remember it. You screw up next time and you’ll be
eating my shit. Go that?
"It’s the last part of the meeting
now and I want you to give me a nice slow orgasm.
About one and a half hours should do it. If you
bring me off earlier or later I’ll damn well have
you beaten up and handed over to the police. After
you’ve eaten my shit, that is. Is that understood?"
She jabbed her heels suddenly into my hands to emphasise
her question.
"Yes," I whimpered. I hoped if
I sounded despairing she would show some mercy.
No such luck.
"Get to it, boy." She slammed
me into her so hard I thought she had broken my
nose. I was terrified; if I started to bleed over
her she would really be mad. I licked slowly and
carefully as I was pretty sure she wasn’t fooling
about her threats. I started counting methodically
every second, scared to my bones that I would miss
the count. Time seemed to pass by in a dream. Now
and again I would feel Diane’s hand on the top of
my head petting me with both encouragement and praise.
If I was going to fast Diane would help out by stabbing
her heel into my hand. Although I managed to maintain
a steady count I hardly knew what I was doing. I
had to count to five thousand, four hundred and
it was only the terror of failing that forced me
to keep going. Unbelievingly as I approached the
magic number I felt Diane stiffen, her thighs closed
around my head with terrifying tightness and her
heels seemed to push through my hands. Threats or
no threats I tried to scream in anguish but my mouth
was comfortably muffled by Diane’s crotch.
I heard Diane bring the meeting to an end
and, despite my almost unimaginable pain and exhaustion,
I was impressed at her coolness.
Once again when everyone had left Diane
hauled me up. If she had not done so I would have
collapsed on the floor. I had been squashed under
her desk, licking her, drinking her pee, suffering
the agony of her heels for almost seven hours and
I was in no state to move.
"Dave, that was brilliant! You’ve
earned yourself a bonus. I ought to take you out
for dinner tonight and… damn it, I will. Go and
clean yourself up. You might brush your teeth, your
breath smells awful."
I was shaking as I emerged from her desk.
"Use my private washroom, Dave," continued
Diane. "You deserve it."
I disappeared into the washroom. I stayed
there longer than I needed, just to take the opportunity
of a break from Diane. When I came out Debbie was
in the office with Diane.
Diane smiled at me gaily. That smile scared
me more than any threat.
"Dave, there’s been a change of plan,"
said Diane. "Debbie was going to join us and
then she suggested it would be much more fun if
we send out for food and had a quiet little dinner
at my house. I couldn’t resist it. Are you happy
with that, Dave?" I was almost in tears. I
suspected the dinner would be more fun for Diane
and Debbie than for me.
I accompanied the two women to Diane’s
car. It was large, as befitted a company chairman
(or chairwoman in this case). I turned to the back
door but Diane waved me round to the front.
"No, no, Dave, you ride in the front
with me and Debbie. Get in." I climbed inside
and sat in the front seat.
"Dave," said Debbie, "don’t
be silly. You can hardly sit up here with me and
Diane." I was puzzled and frightened. "On
the floor, Dave," explained Debbie. "Curl
up nice and small on the floor. I want a chance
to experience what Diane has experienced all day.
It’s only fair, isn’t it, Dave?"
I slid onto the floor. It was quite roomy
for a car but could hardly accommodate me. Debbie
climbed into the passenger seat and carefully placed
her shoes on me.
"It’s nice, isn’t it, Mrs Hathaway?"
"Call me Diane when we are out of
the office, for goodness sake. And you must too,
Dave, " she added looking down at me.
"How much pressure can he take, Diane?"
asked Debbie.
"I’ve no idea. Try it and see."
Debbie was also in high-heels, even higher
and more pointed than Diane’s. I saw with horror
Debbie press herself back into her seat to give
herself purchase and then she drove her shoes suddenly
into my neck. I couldn’t believe the pain. She pressed
harder and harder.
"Dave," said Diane, "you
can scream if you want to this time. There’s no-one
else around."
I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction
but then Debbie stabbed her shoe against my cheek
and I hollered like a banshee.
"Wow, that was some scream,"
said Debbie. "Can I have another go, Diane?"
"Sure, but don’t damage him. I am
suppose to be treating him to dinner tonight."
"Oh, that’s a shame, it’s such fun!
And such a turn on having a man crawl at your feet."
She pressed the sole of her shoe against my mouth.
"Lick it, Dave. And lick it real fast. I’m
going to be timing you and I want at least one hundred
and twenty licks per minute. My shoes have nice
thin soles so I can feel every movement. I’m starting
to count from...now!"
I licked as fast as I could. The trouble
was I soon began to run out of spit and had to slow
down. I had a clear view of Debbie’s face and as
I slowed down she pouted.
"Dave, that’s not fair. I only asked
you to do a little thing and you’ve hardly been
going three minutes." I was in a panic. I gathered
some more saliva and started again vigorously. "No,
no, Dave, it’s too late now. You haven’t done what
I asked you to do. It looks like I’m going to have
to do it myself." What on earth did she mean?"
"Now stretch out your tongue on the floor,
as far as it will go." I did as she asked.
"More, Dave." There was a hint of warning
in her voice. "I know you can do better than
that." I stretched until my tongue ached. "Right,
let’s see if I can help you with this sole licking."
She stamped the sole of her shoe hard down on my
tongue and began to rub it backwards and forwards
over the floor of the car very fast. I cried and
gurgled. I couldn’t believe the pain. I thought
she was going to tear my tongue out at the roots.
"Now this is the way to lick the sole of a
woman’s shoe. I hope you’re learning this lesson,
Dave. I know you’re going to be grateful to me."
Debbie kept up the rubbing for a good few minutes
and then rested, her shoe still firmly pressed on
my tongue. I desperately wanted the journey to end.
"Now, Dave, have you learnt your lesson?"
I gurgled an affirmative. "What’s that? I don’t
understand. Why on earth can’t you speak clearly.
You certainly don’t know how to use your mouth,
do you? You couldn’t lick my shoe. And then when
I show you how to lick my shoe you won’t even speak
to me. That’s not very nice." I tried nodding
yes with my head although that made the pain in
my tongue terrible. "I think you need another
lesson, a better lesson this time." With that
she started dragging my tongue viciously over the
floor. I just cried, I couldn’t think of anything
else to do.
"You know teaching a guy to show respect
can be pretty exhausting," said Debbie.
"Tell me about it," said Diane
"Well, if I’m to spend my time teaching
him I reckon he ought to pay me for the privilege."
"That seems reasonable," said
Diane. "I tell you what – Dave will give you
half of his salary, I’ll organise it with payroll,
and you give Dave his lessons whenever you think
he needs them. It’ll have to be outside business
hours because I need him then."
Diane must have been at a stop light because
she looked down at me. "Sorry, Dave, you’ve
just lost half your salary, but I think you’ll find
Debbie a good teacher. I’ll give her full permission
for her to do anything she thinks is necessary.
After all it will be much easier for me if you’ve
been trained to show proper respect for a woman."
Debbie eventually removed her shoe from
my tongue. I’m sure it was longer now. The car drew
to a stop and we all clambered out. I didn’t feel
much like eating now. Debbie helped me out of the
car. "You okay, Dave? I hope there are no hard
feelings."
"Actually," broke in Diane, "I
hope there are!"
The two women fell about at that. I was
sullenly aware of what they meant for, on the way
to the house, Diane grabbed my penis and used it
as a lead. Debbie followed.
Once inside Diane asked, "What do
you fancy, Debbie? French, Italian, Spanish?
"Frankly", said Debbie, "I
fancy American," looking directly at me.
"So do I," said Diane "Come
on, Dave, let’s go upstairs."
I was exhausted, pulled apart, my tongue
in agony, my body aching. But I was going upstairs
with two beautiful women, presumably to Diane’s
bedroom. I was hoping I was finally going to get
a payoff. Especially when Diane said:
"You know Dave’s been such a good
sport today that it’s about time he had a little
fun."
"I agree. Do you want to go first?"
"Let Dave decide. After all it’s his
treat." She turned to me. "Well, Dave,
who do you want to fuck first, me or Debbie?"
This was such a shock that I just stood
there and gasped.
"The poor thing is all confused,"
said Debbie, "he didn’t expect this."
"Well, if Dave can’t decide I’ll go
first, by reason of age and authority."
Diane unzipped her dress and stepped out
of it. "Come on, Dave. You have to undress
too."
I followed her and removed my clothes not
quite believing that I was actually going to fuck
her.
"Now help me with this, you too."
She hauled out from below the bed a rubber sheet.
"Just in case we make a mess," added Diane.
"What are we going to do?" I
asked rather nervously.
"Make love, of course, but you can’t
be too careful," said Diane.
We helped her lay out the rubber sheet
then Diane said. "When I make love I really
like having my arse licked before fucking. And I
know Dave will oblige."
This didn’t sound too great an idea to
me and I was rather hesitant in response.
"Dave, you’ve been so good up to now,"
said Diane, as she stroked my face and then put
her arms around my neck. "Don’t spoil things.
I don’t want to have to get you beaten up and handed
over to the police. Although I admit the idea does
rather excite me you have far better uses. "Now,"
she added patting the rubber sheet, "up you
pop and lie down on your back so I can lower myself
onto you."
"You’re not going to smother me again,
are you?" I was in despair now.
"Dave, don’t make such a fuss. You
know I’ll do what I want anyway. Now get up here.
I don’t want to have to ask you again."
I complied with her request. What else
could I do? The rubber sheet was cold against my
skin.
"Dave, I’m really looking forward
to this." So saying she stepped onto the bed
and faced me. Then she lowered herself and kissed
me passionately, forcing her tongue through my lips.
I responded hoping thus that she would be more kindly
disposed to me. She pulled away.
"You’re a wonderful kisser, Dave.
Now let’s see if you can use that tongue just as
well." She swung her long legs over my face
and spun round. Slowly she lowered her arse. It
was a beautiful arse but I still couldn’t believe
this was really happening. What was I supposed to
do?
"Get that tongue out and start licking,
Dave." Her arse was poised just above me then
it suddenly collapsed onto my face. This was serious,
this time I really couldn’t breathe. I tried to
struggle, I would have bitten Diane if I could.
Dimly I heard her giggle and then she raised her
arse.
"Sorry, Dave, I couldn’t resist it.
Now you get licking."
I was terrified that overcome with excitement
she would give way to her desires and fall on me
again. Nevertheless I delicately started licking
round her anus. After a few moments I heard her
sigh.
"No, no! In the crack. Get your tongue
deep into that crack, boy." Did she really
mean that I should lick right inside her arse. I
wasn’t left in any doubt when her fist struck my
balls. I yelped in agony. "You heard me, Dave!"
I pushed my tongue into the crack. As I
probed deeper I definitely picked up a bitter taste.
I was horrified but Diane started to squirm with
pleasure.
"That’s it, that’s it! But go deeper,
deeper."
I went deeper and my tongue suddenly touched
something hard. I guessed what it was I had touched.
Simultaneously Diane gasped.
"Dave, I think you’ve just found my
latest turd. Keep licking it while I push it out
towards you." Was she serious? I was sickened
and terrified. I felt the turd push against my tongue.
Diane lifted herself up a little and I saw the tip
of the turd emerge from her arse. The smell was
appalling.
"Lick it, you fucking bastard,"
she suddenly screamed. "Lick it or I’ll tear
your fucking balls off."
I licked it as it came further and further
out.
"Get your mouth around it, boy and
run your lips up and down it. Male love to it. It’s
part of me. Part of your boss. Part of Diane Hathaway."
She yelled in ecstasy as a final push forced the
huge log out of Diane’s arse and straight into my
mouth. I gagged. I wanted to puke.
"If you’re sick, it’ll be the last
thing you ever do," screamed Diane. "Now
start chewing – I want to hear you chew it real
slow."
It was awful. It was beyond belief. I started
chewing.
"That’s it, Dave. Now let me hear
you swallow a little." I gulped down.
"Yes, yes! That’s it! Now carry on
chewing and swallowing." I did as she asked.
I don’t know how I stopped myself puking. "That’s
brilliant, Dave. Oh, God. That’s so good. You’ve
no idea. Get it down quick. I’ve another one coming
and I want you to get it down in one swallow."
I tried to get as much down as possible. There suddenly
there was another log forced straight into my mouth,
on top of the first. "Go, it, Dave. That’s
wonderful. That’s really good. Isn’t is disgusting?
Isn’t it really vile? Oh God! I’m sure it is. Yes!
Yes! Oh, David. Chew it, boy. Yes. Yes.. Grind it
slow. Let me hear you savour it. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Yes. YES!"
I knew she’d come. Perhaps stronger than
she’d ever come before. I felt her whole body trembling,
heard her panting. But she hadn’t collapsed on my
face. Instead she rolled over and faced me.
"Oh, Dave, you smell disgusting. But
that was the most wonderful, the most beautiful
thing that anyone has ever done for me." Her
face was ecstatic. "Now you get yourself cleaned
up in the bathroom and then it’s Debbie’s turn.
Make sure you’re nice and clean."
I tottered off to the bathroom and washed
my mouth out. I couldn’t bear the idea of going
through the same thing with Debbie.
When I came back into the bedroom I threw
myself at Diane’s and Debbie’s feet and kissed them,
pleading with them to let me go. I couldn’t bear
to swallow any more shit.
"Dave," said Diane, "this
is really sweet of you to show so much respect.
And maybe we’ll take you up on it later. But it’s
only fair, Debbie is expecting her turn and I know
you won’t want to disappoint her, will you? Now
up you get on that bed."
I returned to the bed, tears burning my
eyes. Debbie stripped off and approached me.
"Open wide, Dave," she said as
she climbed on the bed and turned her arse to me.
"Now, I want every little bit swallowed down."
She lowered herself onto my mouth and in
a few moments there was a log in my mouth.
"Eat it all up. And then there’ll
be another, for you." I started chewing and
swallowing. I didn’t know if I could keep this up.
"How long do you think you’ll be,
Debbie."
"I’ve no idea. You know, I think I’ll
just stay here for a bit and make sure everything
is out. Is that okay."
"Sure. I’ll put the TV on for you.
Relax and enjoy yourself. I’ll be downstairs."
I heard noise from the TV and then the
door closed.
"Isn’t this fun, Dave. Oh, here comes
another." She forced another log into my mouth.
It tasted worse than any before.
I heard Debbie laughing at something on
the TV. There was nothing else from her arse for
about ten minutes. It was hot lying beneath her
but at least I could breathe. Suddenly she farted.
"Dave, I think all this excitement
has given me a little stomach problem. Now, this
time there may be a lot but you’ve still got to
get it all done."
She farted again and then suddenly my mouth
was full of soft shit. It was pouring in.
"Swallow it, Dave. And when you’ve
finished clean me up. I think I’ll lie here for
about an hour and I don’t want to be dirty."
I had to suck it all down. I was scared
I was being poisoned but I had no choice. I was
revolted, appalled. I started to clean up Debbie
but as I did she collapsed on top of me, smashing
onto my mouth.
"That’s more comfy, isn’t it, Dave.
But you’ve still got to get me clean."
It was hard work and very slow and exhausting
as well as being vile. I don’t know how long I was
there but after what seemed like hours Debbie stood
up.
"That was great Dave, you’re a wonderful
find. Now go and get my shoes."
I looked round and saw Debbie’s black,
high-heeled slingbacks by the wardrobe. I brought
them back to her.
"Put them on me, Dave."
I knelt down and slipped her feet into
them.
"Excellent. Now, lick my soles. I
think you know how to do that properly, don’t you?"
I bent right onto the floor and licked
her right sole rapidly. Not caring whether I had
sufficient spit I carried on so that my tongue became
sorer and sorer. I was scared, I just went on and
on. My tongue was becoming numb. I became aware
that Debbie was absorbed by something on TV. She
seemed to have forgotten about me. Had she or was
she testing me? If she had forgotten about me what
should I do? I had been licking Debbie’s sole for
about ten minutes when I heard the door open.
"Hi, Debbie, what’s going on?"
"This program on TV is really fascinating?"
"Is it." Diane sat down to watch
too. Both of them seemed to ignore the fact that
I was at Debbie’s feet scraping away on her sole
with my tongue. I was going mad.
Eventually the program finished. Debbie
moved her foot away.
"That was excellent, Dave," said
Debbie. "You’ve kept up that rapid licking
for almost half-an-hour. You see, that lesson I
gave you was worth it. So I think it’s time for
another lesson. Now, I was going to give you five
hard kicks with my shoe. But as you seem to have
learnt my first lesson so well I really feel I ought
to make sure that this lesson is even more effective
so that you’ll really benefit from it. So I’m going
to give you fifteen very hard kicks. Now kneel on
the floor."
I knelt on the floor crying, looking up
at Debbie. Then she swung her leg back and kicked
me savagely in the stomach. The next kick caught
me in the balls. I screamed. The next kick was in
the face. I was becoming delirious, screaming and
crying. Diane grasped my arms and held me up to
ensure I’d get maximum benefit from the kicking.
I think some went in my neck but before the fifteen
were reached I had passed out.
When I came to Diane and Debbie were standing
over me. They’d both dressed but I was still in
the nude. They had glasses of champagne in their
hands.
"Hi Dave!" said Diane. "We
were just toasting you. Actually we’re just filling
ourselves up with plenty of liquid so we can have
some more fun later on. During the evening we’re
going to fill up the loo with our pee and then get
you to drink it all down. Won’t that be fun?
"Anyway, you should now that I’m away
on business from tomorrow so Debbie is going to
borrow you."
"You can sit under my desk tomorrow.
Unfortunately, for you, it is somewhat smaller that
Diane’s and my legs are somewhat longer so it’s
going to be a very tight squeeze."
"But it’s out in the open." I
said. "Everyone will see me there."
"But they’re all women in the office,
Dave," said Diane. "They’ll appreciate
seeing how a man learns to respect a woman. They’ll
enjoy it, don’t worry."
"Perhaps they could have a go at using
him."
"Yes. Or you know," said Diane
thoughtfully, "it would be better all round,
if you were just to pop him into that empty cubicle
in the toilets and let the women use him as and
when they wanted to. Get one of those little portable
toilets that we can strap him into. You can bolt
his head into it. He’ll be permanently available
then. Yes, Dave," she added, dropping onto
her knees to come to my level and then patting my
head, "you’ll be put into your own little toilet
with your head strapped in nice and tight. It’ll
hurt quite a bit but think of the pleasure you’ll
be giving to all those women. You’ll be proud of
yourself."
"Great idea, Diane."
Diane stood up and they clinked their glasses.
"Cheers, Diane."
"Cheers, Debbie."
Then they turned to me and raised their
glasses.
"And cheers, Dave!"
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