“Panties off… Do it.” He growls quietly next to her ear.

“I can’t…” Paige whispers, groaning when he grinds his thick cock against her backside, making her short cocktail dress ride up a little, teasing the base of the buttplug buried in her ass.

“No excuses. Do what you’re told, slut…” John’s voice, deep and menacing, before shifting to a softer tone to whisper quietly. “You know what to say if you want to stop…”

Red, red, red, red. Their safe phrase – part of her wanting nothing more than to say it and be done. Tap out and admit defeat.

But another part of her wants his control over her. Wants his lust and power. Wants to please and obey – do what she’s told and ride out the exhilarating panic that at any second they might get caught.

“OK, OK… Yes, sir…”

“Good girl. Here, let me help you.”

Paige scans the busy room, glad how dark it is in their little corner of the bar. Her deviant game with John thankfully hidden from view of her colleagues here.

This end-of-week work social had turned out to be something very different to the divisional awards evening she’d been expecting. The arrival of their CEO met with a cheer of surprise by the rest of her team… But Paige had been much less happy at the appearance of their company’s billionaire helmsman, now regretting her decision to indulge John’s filthy suggestion that they engage in a bit of plugged roleplay tonight to make the evening more interesting.

Oh, yeah – things were definitely more interesting now.

She’d been wet since the Uber ride into town, flared base of the plug nestled between her round cheeks. Thick bulb filling her ass, grazing all manner of delicious spots inside as she’d rocked in her seat and arched her back. Little sighs, biting her lip, glances over at John… Trying to communicate all her desperate, silent moans and whimpers –  aching to let him know just how fucking good she feels…

So dirty, so risky… Stood talking to friends and colleagues in this busy bar, face hot and flushed. Swaying and rocking on her heels to smother the temptation to roll her hips over the blessed pressure inside. John’s hand on her ass, stroking and teasing over her short dress while he makes conversation with her co-workers. It’s been driving her crazy…

Niceties dispatched, they’ve been able to slink away into the shadows of this trendy venue, Paige hidden by some dark slate feature-vase filled with bamboo. Screened from view while John stands behind, pressed in close…

His hands are on her hips now, fingers deftly hunting out the waistband of her panties under the thin material of her dress. With aching slowness, now inching them off her hip bones and down the wide flare of her thighs. Paige bites her lip as she feels the string back of this scandalously tiny thong start to ease from between her cheeks, arching to spread herself just slightly and help John in his dirty work.

She feels incredible, heart pounding in her chest. Exhilarated at the thought of what they’re doing – and in front of so many people. Terrified of discovery, but somehow obsessed by it. Willing the crushing humiliation that would come were one of her coworkers to look over, nudge their companion and watch open-mouthed while John drags the drenched G-string out from between her legs...

Outed in front of friends and colleagues as the needy, subby slut she really is.

Paige gasps when she feels his hand under her dress, enjoying John’s cool fingers hunting between her thighs for the dainty scrap of fabric where it’s still clinging to fat, throbbing lips. Shuffling to help him, she feels a hint of resistance before the moist satin peels free from her plump pussy, a slight coolness now confirming her exposure. Short, black cocktail dress now the only thing between her engorged sex and a roomful of greedy, staring eyes.

“Shit… Don’t move, honey… Just act natural.” The fear and excitement in John’s urgent whisper makes her heart race, scanning the area front of them to see what’s made him stop.

“Fuuuck…” Paige murmurs when she spies her boss and the CEO making a beeline straight for them. “Quick – hurry up. Help me…” She hisses between gritted teeth, smiling widely to draw the attention of the two men approaching. Anything to avoid them spying the damp tangle of pink material presently caught above her knees…

She parts her legs and wiggles just as John brushes his knee against the back of her leg, thankfully freeing the twisted, skimpy G-string from where it’s stuck. Sliding smoothly down toned calves, she can feel her underwear resting by her ankles now. Caught just above the straps of these elegant heels but mercifully hidden from view of others by a cluster of bamboo leaves fanning out from the nearby vase.

“Bob! Tony!” She greets her boss and CEO with a huge smile, trying to keep the glassy panic out of her eyes and praying John has the good sense to run interference. Anything that gives her a chance to deal with the mess his horny game has created. “This place is amazing!" She exclaims to the approaching executives. "Thank you so much for putting this together…”

Her heart’s racing, blood shunting through every limb as part of a manic ‘flight-or-flight’ adrenaline response stoked by her panicking monkey-brain. Paige is scared shitless, light-headed and dizzy with fear at the thought of one of these two looking down – terrified of the moment either might spy the tangled pink thong that’s presently doubling as an arousal-soaked anklet…

But the hormone soup surging through her bloodstream in anticipation of imminent, crushing embarrassment is having a very different impact on other parts of her anatomy…. Her pussy throbbing almost painfully now – heartbeat literally pounding between sticky thighs. An echoing pulse tingling wonderfully through her tender asshole, stretched taught around the toy buried deep inside her forbidden hole…

“Mr Franklin,” John greets the CEO with a handshake, drawing the man’s attention from the sheen of sweat beading at Paige’s hairline. “It’s a pleasure to meet you – Paige has told me so many great things about your company…”

She’s never loved her man more.

If there’s one thing you can always rely on to distract Tony Franklin from a pretty girl’s legs, it’s another chance to tell the tale of his ‘rags to riches’ story.

Funny how he always leaves out the ‘small loan’ from his father though. Guess a no-strings $2m chunk of startup funding does rather detract from the ‘dragged myself up by my bootstraps’ mythology of the man… Still, he’s rich and fucking hot, so very few people really give a shit about his authenticity. Most just end up kind of starstruck around him - men wanting to be him, women wanting to be with him… You get the picture.

Either way, Paige is incredibly grateful for this intervention from her pervy dom of a boyfriend, drawing Tony’s attention so she can lean against the slate vase at her side and shake each foot free from the tangle of ruined underwear draped around her strappy heels.

Kicking the little bundle behind the dark slate vase, Paige finally breathes a sigh of relief – a gentle sound that soon threatens to become one long, strangled moan of pleasure when she feels John’s arm around her waist and his hand squeezing her ass. Hard. His big handful of her fat cheeks enough to heighten every one of the filthy sensations aching and throbbing through her holes.

Motherfucker, that feels good…

Biting her lip and pressing her knees together, she rides out the dirty surge of lust spiking through her – eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure at what she can feel running down her inner thigh… All this at the exact moment Tony turns to look at her for a reaction to the big finish of his story…

Paige wasn’t sure if Tony Franklin had ever considered the retelling of his company’s IPO float as something capable of bringing a woman to orgasm, but she was pretty sure he would from this point forward.

The intense embarrassment she felt at this older man grinning from ear to ear at her ‘cum-face’ reaction seemed to only make things worse, Paige shocked to find she was nearly whimpering as her face burned red and John’s wandering fingers found the base of the plug nestled in the hot mess under her dress.

This was obscene. Every stimulus peaking as her deviant boyfriend started to gently tweak and twist the toy out of sight from the others. Hot and flushed, sweating properly now, Paige could feel her clit pulsing, pussy aching, dripping with pleasure at John’s dirty work between her cheeks.

The others kept speaking while she wrestled with her arousal, Paige watching Tony’s lips moving – Bob laughing, but with absolutely no idea at what was being said. In a flash of panic, she realized she could feel her orgasm building – shocked at the grotesque and humiliating reality that would unfold if John’s deft assplay tipped her over the edge and had her cumming her brains out in front of these three men… A thought so fucking hot it nearly made her knees buckle…

Mercifully, Bob and Tony’s laughter appeared to be something of a parting joke, two of them quickly melting back into the crowd.

Gasping, Paige rounded on John, all their sub/dom roleplay evaporating as she reached down to grab the fat bulge between his legs and growl in his ear.

“No more teasing - you need to take me out back and give me that dick right now, mister*…*”

*

He’d never felt harder.

Pounding into her soaked pussy, driving against the base of the plug in her ass with every stroke. His thick cock thrusting against the wide metal bulb in her rear, each hard mass sliding against the other, lighting up all her secret spots…

She’d cum once already. Unable to hold back once John had dragged her into this back alley behind the bar and pushed her up against an expensive-looking sports car. Kissing her roughly before he dragged her dress up to touch her… His cool fingers on her firm, fat clit quickly sending her over the edge, clinging to John’s neck while she screamed into his shoulder, giving into to a brutally intense release that made her stagger and slump against the car door once it tore through her, dress riding up to expose everything.

She hadn’t had much time to recover, John spinning her round to bend her over the wheel arch and hood. Pulling her dress down at the front to grope at her tits before she was roughly pushed flat to the metal, nipples hard against the cold, smooth surface.

She’s gonna cum again…

He feels huge tonight, John’s thick cock and the toy in her ass filling her entirely.

Her holes stretched and used, each rough thrust making her cry out with pleasure over the loud, pounding bass leaking from the noisy bar. That pressure’s rising, tip of her lover’s cock now hammering away at her deepest spots, spanking her while he makes her admit the filthy joy this gives her – bred like a desperate slut on the hood of this car, dripping pussy clenching round him as she gets closer and closer…

Paige cums with a shriek, hands balled into fists as she shudders and moans through her release. Gasping, she feels him unload in her still-clenching hole, giggling darkly when he pulls out and she feels it drip from her. Cum dribbling down her thighs and over the paintwork of this fancy car.

Who’s stupid enough to park something this nice back here anyway?

A shrill double ‘blip’ and bright headlights illuminating makes them both panic, Paige frantically wriggling and pulling at her dress to cover ass and tits before trotting quickly over to the dark corner John’s beckoning from. Crouched down by a dumpster, she watches a tall figure walk out from the shadows of the alley, much closer than she’d have liked… Whoever he is, he can’t have missed the sight of her bent over the hood, cum drunk and dripping just a few seconds earlier.

Shuffling back on her heels, she clings to John as they tuck themselves into their dark corner, eyes focused on the stranger now just feet from the car.

Paige’s heart nearly stops in her chest when she sees wavy grey hair and a chiselled jaw – Tony Franklin reaching for the handle of his sportscar, generously warmed by her bare ass just moments before.

No. Fucking. Way.

Her face burns as she watches her company’s CEO getting into the vehicle she’s just been fucked and creampied against, sure her juices are still mixed into the mess smeared over the paintwork. What has she done? Did he see? Did he know it was her?

Dizzy with fear, she looks on, helpless, as Tony stands with the door ajar, checking something on his phone before putting it back in his pocket. Frowning slightly when something catches his eye…

Squatting with John in their hiding place, she watches Tony lean forward to inspect the sweaty tit-print adorning the hood of his car, feeling her heart-rate spike, tensing in fear and excitement. Familiar tingle of arousal surging again just as more of John’s load slips out of her tender slit and onto the tarmac between her heels.

He’s going to look over. He’s going to see her...

The filthy whore dripping warm cum onto the street from her well-fucked hole... Drag her out to explain herself. Lift her dress to see the mess of desire and cum smeared between her thighs… Spank her silly then stretch out her sloppy pussy to teach her a lesson, fill her with another warm load while her boyfriend watches on…

Or maybe beckon him over to take part–  make John fuck her mouth while Tony wrecks her cunt - pulling the plug roughly from her ass to fuck the gape it leaves and make her scream... All her subby, needy holes filled and flooded. Just a worthless, used-up slut, fucked senseless for their pleasure…

The engine blaring into life startles her.

Brings her back to the moment.

John’s low chuckle of relief mirroring her own feelings as Tony pulls away without looking over into their shadowy corner and exposing them. She’s euphoric. Buzzing that they seem to have gotten away with their filthy little game tonight.

But there’s something else too. That feeling of wanting Tony to drag her out from behind the dumpster and fuck her senseless still viscerally fresh in her mind. Wanting so badly to be used by him…

Dark, secret thoughts that don’t leave her quickly.

A nice little fantasy to make her office days next week more interesting... Monday morning can’t come soon enough.