sandy’s office part four

The work portion of her day seems to be getting shorter and shorter.. Sandy wonder exactly what the afternoon will bring.
Instructions of the morning included a pink lace bra and a pink thong along with the white stockings she found recently. Something about the red seam stretching down the back made her feel a bit sexy.
The Bluetooth buzzes in her ear and sandy answers.
“There will be a client of mine that will see you today. My instructions will come from this client. Do as told, whore.”
The line clicks abruptly as the outer office door opens.
A woman with beautifully dark skin walks in, long legs.. a modest chest yet a full round ass that really stands out in those heels. Her suit, clearly a man’s suit, give her a sense of danger and sensuality.
This woman walks straight to Sandy’s office, looking her in the eyes saying, “your instructions will be provided by me for the afternoon, lovely. Now pull that skirt off and bend over.”
Sandy finds herself acting before she can even attempt to make sense of what was happening, her skirt dropping as her instructor fumbles through Sandy’s desk. As she bents over the front of her desk, sandy notices that the woman pulls the butt plug and lube from the drawer.
“This looks fun!” A demented sense of glee sounded oddly enticing to sandy as the woman walked behind her. Her fingertips gently slipped inside her thong, sliding it down between her thighs as far as her knees.
She heard the wet suck as the woman squirted lube onto the butt plug , placing the tip near Sandy’s tightly puckered sphincter. She twisted, wincing as the woman turned the toy.. pushing it up her ass, she felt the woman slipping her hands down to Sandy’s pussy.
Such a soft touch as her hand glided along her lips, curling her middle finger upward as the plug is pushed in to it’s hilt.
“There we go, my lovely”, sandy was captivated by the satiny sound of the woman’s voice..
“My name is Olivia and if you are a good little slut, I’ll let you eat my pussy later.”
Olivia slips the thong back into place, keeping the plug in it’s place. Sandy awkwardly stands upright as she pulls up and fastens her skirt.
“Downstairs there is a man filling the vending machine. Walk downstairs like a good girl and convince him to come up to this office. Then drain his blue collar cock.”

The machines are in a room on the ground floor.. sandy enters to find Carl filling the soda machine. Tall maybe in his late forties.. bald with a ring of hair around the back and sides slowly going grey. She walks up and initiates small talk, introduces herself.. asking if he could spare a moment to come upstairs and help her move some boxes as she unbuttons her blouse. His eyes shift to her cleavage as he continues to speak, only now in smaller sentences. She pleads with him to come upstairs as her reaches for her hand, pulling her close.. placing her hand between his legs. Sandy feels his dick, pulsating through his pants. “Is there anything I could do to convince you to..”
Carl places his hand over her mouth as he reaches out to slam the door, clicking the lock.
He turns sandy to face the door.. holding her head firmly against it he pulls at her skirt, ripping the zipper almost completely off. It falls around her ankles as she feels his dick, slick from his spit slip inside her. Carl pumps all five inches inside sandy, holding her head against the door, when unexpectedly she feels the butt plug begin to vibrate.
“Holy shit! You like that fat dick, don’t you bitch? Tell me to fuck you hard.” His voice bolder than his thrusts. Weakly she begs, “don’t stop baby. Fuck with that fat dick. I love it, fuck me hard. Give it to..”
“Ahhhh ohhhhhh yeah, shit”
She feels him squirt a few warm drops of cum onto her ass cheeks. He wipes the head off on her milky white skin as he lets go of her head, she stands up wondering how she’ll make it upstairs with the zipper broken on her skirt.
Kneeling down, sandy pulls up her skirt and holds the waist tightly as she turns to make a quick exit.
“So which office..” she slams the door closed as she makes her way upstairs.
Through the outer office, she sees her own office empty then finds Olivia sitting in Stephen’s office. Her legs resting on his desk, sandy notices the remote in her hand as she feels the butt plug begin to rotate.. now vibrating faster. The sensation makes her gasp as she stands in the doorway.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, whore. I don’t see anyone with you. I told you to bring him upstairs and fuck him. This is unacceptable”
She stands, tweaking the remote.. the rotation and vibration fluctuate which nearly brings sandy to her knees.
Her first butt plug is making her pussy wetter than the last few guys she has dated.
Though thoughts of dating anyone have no place here as Olivia instructs her to let her skirt falls to the floor and sit on the desk.
Olivia pulls nylon straps from under the desk slipping them around her thighs, securing her left, then her right leg. Then Olivia unzips her slacks and pulls them down.. revealing her long tanned legs, which seem even longer with the heels she has on.
Olivia inspects Sandy’s bare cunt.. she remarks that sandy seems to enjoy the plug up her ass.
The light reveals just how wet her pussy is, glistening as the plug rotates in her tight asshole.
As sandy waits for Olivia’s next order she notices a flash then feels a sharp slap on her crotch.
“Uhhhhhh! Fuc..”
The metal ruler in Olivia’s hand raises only to slap down again.. twice this time.
Tears streaming down her cheeks sandy begs, “please, I’m sorry. Fuck I’ll do what you want..”

SLAP

“Unnnnnhhhh, anything you want ma’am..”

SLAP SLAP SLAP

“Ohfuckingshit!!! Please stop!”

Olivia tells sandy to reach her hand out, “finger me while you receive your punishment”

Sandy extends her trembling hand between Olivia’s thighs, slipping her fingers into her cunt. Working her way knuckle deep as Olivia continues to punish.. now slapping her inner thighs.
Her sore pussy, red and swollen from the beating vibrates moistening as the plug in her ass is turned up to 10.
She struggles against the restraints, continuing to finger fuck the woman punishing her.
Legs twisting as much as possible, sandy begs to be allowed to cum.
“I don’t fucking care if you cum, whore. Your only concern is my pleasure. Now finger my fucking cunt!”
She works all four fingers inside Olivia, shoving most of her hand inside this woman that seems to take great pleasure in causing her pain.
Olivia tenses, veins popping in her neck as she strains.. cumming in Sandy’s fingers
She pulls Sandy’s hand out of her slick gash, licking her own juices off before she tells the whore.. “I’ll release you for now. With some training you could be a good slut. Maybe I’ll see you again.”

The straps come off, Olivia collects her things and leaves.

Her pussy still throbbing bright red, hurts so much to move. Sandy shutters with every step. Thankful for the weekend ahead. Time to rest up, to heal her wounded soul before the coming week.