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After my last therapy session I have been left a bit bewildered, and now I’m somewhat unsure how to proceed. Admittingly so, “Dr. Jane” (as I call her) has really woken me up to gaining my full comfortability and acceptance as a squirter. I realize too, that my blindness for cocks has kept me suppressed from the pleasures of being with another woman. More than anything else, her suggestion to write about my experiences has also allowed me to control my sex cravings and focus more on my boyfriend. Still, I’m not perfect, and as I returned home from the last therapy, the pearl panties I had ordered online were waiting for me at my doorstep.
Still reeling from Dr. Jane’s pearl strand and vibrating wand, my wobbling legs carried me into my apartment with the box of special new panties that my boyfriend requested. I needed some time to process everything, and was relieved that there were 2 days until Friday, the next time that I would see him at his place. I really wanted to make this memorable, to surprise him, and obviously, for him to fuck my brains out. Dr. Jane warned me though about the clitoral stimulation of the panties, and I began growing nervous about making it through an entire day at the office on Friday before getting to my boyfriend. If all else failed, I really, really needed to manage to save my pussy for him only.
When Friday came around, I began my morning with a nice shower, shaving my legs and neatly shaving my labia to compliment the look of the pearls. I left a “V” strip of trimmed hair on my upper area. Before even getting into the underwear, I was already having a horny euphoria roil its way throughout my breasts and clit, as I chose a black lace bra with underwires and cups that partially exposed the tops of my silver dollar nipples. I chose a dark maroon lipstick shade and did my eye shadow and makeup like an escort (my boyfriend liked that) and completed the look by straight-trimming my blonde bangs and putting on pearl earrings and a dark maroon velvet choker.
I then began sliding the pearl panties up my legs and felt the marble sized balls click into place against my eagerly waiting pussy. As I closed my eyes and let out a warbling exhale, my phone loudly buzzed with multiple text messages. It was my boss, Roger.
{“Where r u???”}
{“Hi again?! Remember we need you here early today as our biggest client is going to be in the office for their quarterly meeting. Don’t be late!”}
“Shit!” I said to myself, suddenly remembering.
I sped up the process of getting ready, putting on a dress shirt and a tight black one-button blazer that pushed up my tits even higher, and a pair of crotchless/assless pantyhose and pencil skirt that showed off my full rear-end, as well as the fabric thong lines of the pearl underwear rising up and over my hips.
I thought about my boss Roger on the drive to work. I kind of hated the guy and knew he could be a womanizing pig, but of it wasn’t for him I would still be waitressing at the cocktail bar. Although I normally don’t date older guys, the night he met me he took me home and paid to fuck and cum on me, and we fucked a few more times before he offered me a part-time job as his secretary. When his wife and teen daughters came by the office one day, it was clear that the wife wanted me gone. Still, I had already quit my job at the bar and he liked showing me off in front of clients, so he let me stay. It was a small company owned by him, and so the usual HR rules and etiquette didn’t apply.
Bruce, his protegé and outside-sales understudy could also be quite a handful. As a muscular and handsome salesman, he had a lot of money and on a few occasions he took me out for drinks, and on my birthday, after giving me a fur coat as a present, I got a little too drunk. Taking me back to his place in his fatih escort Porsche, I opened my legs and held my underwear aside as he rapidly finger-fucked me wet between shifting gears as I became his “bad girl,” crawling over to suck his ear and neck while gripping his pants bulge. Later, at his place, we sniffed some really strong coke and I modelled the coat for him in the nude in front of the fireplace before sucking his cock and drunkenly spreading my asshole for him to sniff a bump out of. He then lubed his thick, upturned cock and butt fucked me for what seemed like hours, until jacking his sperm load into my face and hair while my mouth was stuffed with both of his beefy, lube coated balls.
Early the next morning, I had to take the walk of shame in the fur coat in the chilly late-autumn air, with just a short mini dress underneath. Guys were honking at me until I was able to ask for a ride at the gas station. Unable to pay and with my asshole already worked in, I let the driver fuck me up my cold, rosy-pink ass until he dumped his warm cum inside me in the back seat of his crew cab. I felt his thick jizz dripping out of my asshole as I closed the truck door and made my way up the stairs to my apartment.
Needless to say, Bruce was also a womanizer and his lifestyle was way too fast for me to handle, especially with my anxiety and jealousy issues. Luckily, he wasn’t in the office much, and I was able to ignore him most of the time he did come around.
My phone buzzed again:
{“Plz don’t forget it’s going to be a full house today at this meeting- all hand’s on deck!”}
Walking into the office is when I first really started to notice the pearls swishing between my thighs and pussy in the tight pencil skirt.
“Oh my fucking god, FUCK,” I thought, “I’m not going to make it through the day.”
I could barely stand straight and somewhere in my mind, my boyfriend was laughing at me in a twisted sort of way.
I saw my boss beckoning to me, tapping his watch from inside the glass enclosed conference room. Bruce and the clients were all inside chatting, and it looked to me to be about 6 men. My brain started spiraling out of control, as it seemed like the pearl balls were now openly mocking my pussy and clit.
All eyes fell on me as I entered the room and apologized for my tardiness. Roger pulled me aside.
“Where the fuck were you?” he whispered, “Go and get the coffee tray and danishes out of the kitchen NOW,” he emphasized quietly, pinching my full ass really hard and giving it a little spank.
Bruce watched me curiously with his steely grey eyes as I exited and reentered with the tray. It was really difficult walking in chunky heels, especially with the pearls constantly shifting across my dampening slot.
“Oh my god…” I thought, “I must look like such a ditz…”
After the usual chit-chat, I sat down towards the end of the table next to one of the hotter, babyfaced younger clients, with slicked back long hair. The meeting started and I immediately began zoning out as the pearl balls wedged themselves further up and into my fuck hole. They squished and nestled themselves between my labia like a hot dog.
“Lights, please,” Bruce said, coughing.
I returned to my seat after hitting the lights, the projector whirring on. As Bruce droned on about sales, a hand suddenly slid across my thigh.
“Oh fuck, I knew this would happen,” I thought to myself. “I need to keep my repose and do whatever it takes to make Roger and Bruce look good.”
My tender white thighs were burning hot in the pantyhose, as the strange hand began probing further and pushing my legs apart. I held my breath as the hand suddenly discovered the top pearl, which was cushioned directly onto my swelling clit. My eyes çapa escort fluttered and rolled around in my head as Bruce’s presentation went on. Every other word I managed to listen to suddenly began getting me hornier and hornier.
“With proper growth and expansion, we can really spread our way deep into new territories,” Bruce went on. “The market is really hot right now, I’m talking about full scale penetration and planting seeds into the gaps left behind by our competitors. It’s all about maintaining tight control, and we all need to jump right away on this opportunity and then just keep pounding away at it. Are there any questions?”
As Bruce said this, I suddenly let out a loud gulp and a low moan as the hand continued toying my clit-pearl. The group of guys all let out a laugh at some joke Bruce said next, managing to cover up my little faux-pas.
“Focus, please,” Roger interjected.
“Huh?” I said, a heavy fog of ecstasy hanging over my brain.
“Focus,” Roger repeated, pointing to the projector.
The hand between my legs quickly retracted as I stood up and smoothed my skirt, walking to the front of the room, taking the remote off of a cart and clicking the focus buttons. As I was clicking, I suddenly felt my right leg jiggle and a small orgasm of pissy squirt came trickling down from my soaking pussy and onto the carpeted floor. The clients were busy looking at their phones, but I could tell by the looks on their faces that Roger, Bruce, and the younger guy just saw me pee myself in the meeting.
“You are excused,” Roger whispered into my ear, grabbing my elbow.
I left the conference room and went back to my desk, cumming again and stumbling as I was walking. I put my head down on my desk and felt like crying, and began pondering just how mad Roger was at me for making them look bad in the meeting. I was worried he would fire me. I knew I should have listened to Dr. Jane’s advice about the over-stimulation of the pearls.
About thirty minutes later, Roger appeared at my desk.
“I’m going to need you to come to my office,” he said sternly, his eyes suddenly shifting and staring down my bra.
I followed Roger into his office as I noticed Bruce escorting the clients to the small lobby. The youngest one who sat next to me in the meeting made a little wink and a kiss gesture as he watched me enter Roger’s office. His office only had a window looking out at some forest, and he told me to close the door behind me.
“What got into you today?” Roger asked bluntly. “What’s with the racy outfit?”
I began to stammer as he cut me off.
“No, no, no,” he said, “It was fucking great. The meeting went well and the client’s son Ethan really seemed to take a liking to you. Congrats. You can go now.”
“Thank you sir,” I replied, turning towards the door, my butt bouncing slightly. “Is there anything else you need from me right now?”
Roger was clicking through his phone.
“Huh? Oh. Well, actually…” Roger hummed, looking up at me again. “Why don’t you lock the door?” he propositioned, looking back at the phone.
As I locked the bolt, I heard an all-too-familiar zipping and belt buckle sound as I turned obediently to look at him.
“Well…?” he said, “You’re not off the hook yet sweetie. Come over here and sit on my lap.”
As I approached his desk I noticed in the window reflection that Roger had a porn playing on his phone. The volume was down but I could faintly hear some sucking sounds and moans. He leaned the phone up against a ceramic coffee cup that said “
Daddy.” Sitting on his lap, I laid back into him while he started grabbing my full breasts through the underwire lace bra. The video was a cute little bleach blond teen babysitter with pigtails and ribbons, sucking güngören escort off a dad (I presumed) with a really big cock. The video was in the first-person perspective, and you could see the girl had braces and a small, perky-flat chest.
I put my arm up and back behind Roger’s head and began moaning softly along with the video as he continued fondling me, pictures of his wife and teen daughters staring at me from the bookshelf a few feet away. Rubbing my ass up against his pants, I could feel Roger’s hard dick dying to be let loose. The pearl balls were still well lodged into my labia, as Roger slid his hand up my skirt and began feeling my glistening gems.
“I see…” Roger whispered into my ear. “Naughty little slut…”
I let out a quivering exhale as Roger’s cock slipped out of his pants and between my legs, rolling up and down the pearl balls as I bounced. In the porn, the man’s wife had just walked in on him getting head from the skinny teen babysitter.
“You dirty fuck…” I whispered. “Is this what you fucking do in here all day?”
As I was stroking his dick up against the pearl balls, Roger’s sticky precum began dribbling from his cockhead. In the porn, the babysitter was now getting fucked from behind with her face forced into sniffing and eating the wife’s asshole. I unbuttoned my shirt under my blazer and popped my tits out above the lace. As I was doing this, Roger was shifting the fabric part of the thong out of my ass and began rubbing his precum against my tight, slippery butthole. Girl cum gleaked down from my pussy as he began shoving his dick up my ass. In the porn, the man, now standing up, had the babysitter in a rear headlock with her skinny legs folded straight upwards as the wife guided his rock hard pole into her boney little ass. She looked like an extension of his dick, and I was jealous. The babysitter’s eyes shot open in shock just as Roger’s cock finished finding it’s way all the up into my anal passage. When I finally sat back and deeper down onto the base, my squirt suddenly shot out of my pussy like a car windshield washer, my dumbfounded mouth hanging open in an “O” face. The squirt shot it’s way across the pictures of Roger’s wife and daughters as his manly hands slipped around and jiggled my big heaving breasts.
“I’ve wanted your hot ass for so long,” Roger said.
“Use me daddy,” I moaned out loud.
Along with the teen in the porno, we both now had big dicks shoved up our bums like tight cocksleeves, helpless to do anything except ride out the pleasure and submit to the male domination. I decided to ride my boss harder and harder, as my squirt and piss shot out of my cunt hole while the butt sex caused the pearls to shift around. The guy in the video must have also struck a sweet spot, as the little teeny bopper getting her ass crushed began pissing uncontrollably onto the wife’s face as she rapidly used her whole hand to frig the girl’s bald twat box and dangling clit ring.
Unable to take it any longer, I cried out for Roger to dump his semen inside my exit hole, which he obliged by grabbing my hips and pulling me down harder. I began clenching and milking his cock with my anal muscle as I felt the shooting and recoiling of his cum cannon painting the inner walls of my rectum with hot liquidy load. When I stood up and some of it dripped out onto his now greyish/brown meat, I obediently got onto my knees and slowly sucked him off, tasting my dank ass residue and the final spurts of his balls unloading into my mouth. My dark maroon lipstick was all over his dick.
“I hope your wife doesn’t see that,” I said wryly, standing up and straightening myself. “If you need anything else from me, I’ll be in the powder room.”
Roger said nothing. He was reclining in his chair, limp dick in his hand with his other arm over his face, totally spent. The porn video on his phone got stuck buffering with a closeup of the guy blowing his cum load onto the pressed together, open-mouthed faces of the babysitter and the wife.
“Fucking men,” I quipped, turning and leaving Roger’s office. “I’m too good for this fucking bullshit.”
(To be continued)
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