I work the typical, nine to five office job. I’m only twenty-two, and I started a few weeks ago. I do all sorts of things around the office, but I mainly cruise back and forth from the copyroom, making - you guessed it - copies. I hadn’t realized that one of the main perks of working in an office was interacting with absolutely gorgeous women that dressed professionally perfect. I came into the office this morning, not knowing that I would get into trouble with two of them today.

When I got off the elevator, I accidentally bumped into one of my coworkers and she dropped a file folder full of papers onto the ground.

“Oh my god Luciana I’m so sorry!” I practically dove to the floor, scrambling to pick up the papers strewn everywhere. I spent a minute shuffling them back together into the file while I sat on one knee. She stood above me, staring.

“Oh . . No . . Micheal it’s okay, it was my fault.” She stuttered.

Luciana was Latina, my height at 5’10”, and twenty four. She kept a thin yet curvy figure, had caramel skin, radiant golden brown eyes, long, curly auburn hair, and lovely rounded features. She had a slight accent; she had told me English wasn’t her first language but she spoke it perfectly. She always wore a short business skirt that exaggerated her hips and thighs, a matching sport coat, a white blouse that subtly displayed her chest, and tasteful heels.

I had spoken with Luciana nearly every single day since I had started the job, fetching papers from her desk that needed duplication. She was different from the normal staff, and frequently inquired about my morning, my personal life, or various other small things. I had never thought much of it, I’d figured she was just the chatty type. I didn’t try to flirt with Luciana, or any of the women here, because I wanted to be respectful. Luciana, however, loved to tease me playfully.

I finally got them all together in the folder, and stood up. I handed them back to her.

“Did you put them back in the right order?” She mocked.

My face got red. “No, I mean- I can, if you want me to.”

She took the folder and clutched it to her chest. “I keep telling you to call me Luci.” She said, more annoyed at my formal pronunciation of her name than me dumping all her papers.

“Luci.” I said with a grin. “-ana.” I liked teasing her back, she was a good sport and it was fun.

She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might pop out, but she smiled. “Look dummy, all of these need to get copied today, and you’re gonna need help. It’ll be faster with two people.”

I nodded. “Sure.”

She eyed me up and down. “Especially since you can’t walk right.”

I rolled my eyes and followed her to the other side of the office, to a tucked away room where the company stored the copy machine. She opened the door, we walked in, and the door swung shut.

It was a small room with a large, industrial copier next to a small table, and a few loose boxes strewn around. I took the folder from Luciana, spread out the documents on the desk, found the first one, and started putting them in order.

“Are you gonna help, or-“ I turned around.

Luciana was standing directly in front of me, and very close. I was startled, and stopped talking.

“You’re so clumsy.” She whispered, her face inches from mine. “It’s cute.”

“Uh.” I was flustered. I was staring into her golden eyes, lost. Her face got closer to mine.

“I could just eat you up.” I could feel the breath from her lips on mine. “Why do you tease me?”

I could smell her, and I could almost taste her. I could feel every inch of her body, but we weren’t touching. Her lips were pink, plump, and parted.

“I know why I tease you.” She whispered, and her long eyelashes fluttered slowly.

My heart raced. I alternated gazing into her eyes and staring at her lips. She bit her lip, her pearl white teeth contrasting the pink and brown of her skin. My body ceased breathing. We were both in limbo, terrified to initiate.

My cock grew fully erect, threatened to burst my zipper creating a tent in my slacks, and ever so slightly brushed her hand.

Our lips met like old lovers, brushing gentle affection as our mouths parted; the tips of our tongues tied together. We released our trapped gasps and moaned in unison, her hand reflexively grabbed what touched it. My hands grasped her waist and pulled. We kissed naught for a moment before she pulled away.

“Touch me.” She ordered. “Touch me while I touch you.”

My fingers reached down to her skirt trim and brought it up her hips. Her hands unbuckled my pants, slid the button and zipper out of place, and pulled my hard cock free. I reached one hand down the back of her ass and underneath, my other hand found her clit, covered by lace. I moved the lace to the side and wet my fingers with her arousal, then circled her clit. She moaned and forced her lips back onto mine.

Her mouth on mine forced me to lean against the desk. Her hand felt like velvet on my skin, teasing and caressing me, while I slipped my hand deeper beneath her ass, between her legs, and pushed my finger inside her. I encircled her with my arms, and she pumped my dick back and forth faster and faster as she began falling into climax.

“Luci-“ I groaned into her mouth, which only excited her more.

Her legs became weak, and she couldn’t focus on me, so she grasped the base of my shaft tight as I held her weight with both arms. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her, and leisurely rubbed her clit, willing her climax to come forth.

“I’m- I’m- Ohh-“ She groaned gutterally into my mouth.

As her orgasm passed, I removed my hands from her as she began to stand on her own.

I placed the fingers that were inside her in my mouth, and the fingers that pleasured her clit inside hers. She wrapped her perfect lips around my fingers and sucked, while she looked at me with eyes of pure, adulterated lust.

She whimpered around my fingers, then began stroking me again. “Oh my god, Micheal-“

We heard a noise from outside the door. Before I turned around to face away from the door, I thought I glimpsed a flash of red. I turned around and stuffed myself back into my pants as Luciana shoved her skirt down into place.

“So-oo yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll get these sorted.” I gave her a pointed look, then walked towards the door.

I turned around and looked at her. I mouthed, ‘next time.’ I opened the door and peeked outside, but saw no one. She collected herself quickly, then walked up to me and kissed me delicately on the cheek.

“Next time . .” She whispered, then moved her lips to my ear. “I won’t use my hands.”

She smirked at my flustered expression, then stomped proudly out the door I held open for her.

That was worth getting in trouble.

It took over an hour to re-organize the files, scan, and copy them. I put them into two neat packets and promptly brought them to Luciana.

She was cooped up at her desk in her cubicle, typing away at a report when I approached.

“Here you go Luci, they’re all done.” I said as I set the folders beside her keyboard on her desk.

Before I removed my hand, she placed hers on it and gave me a smoldering look.

“Good boy.”

My face flushed and my cock hardened instantly.

“W- what-“ I stuttered.

Her laugh chimed delightfully in my ear, and she stroked her fingers up and down my arm.

“I was right!” She exclaimed. “You seem like a big, strong man, but really you’re just a submissive little slut aren’t you?” She purred.

I swallowed hard, and my breath caught in my throat.

“Y- yes ma’am.” I eeked out.

“Hmm.” She smiled contentedly. “Be a patient little boy, and I’ll give you some positive reinforcement later.”

I nodded eagerly. “T- thank you, Luci.”

“You are . .” Her hand drifted to my crotch where my cock was testing the limits of my pant fabric. “Very. Welcome.”

She turned back to her computer, and typed away, humming a tune.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and walked briskly to the bathroom. I relieved myself with difficulty at the urinal, my cock was desperate for release and did not want to function properly. After several minutes of deep breathing, I was finally able to pee, and I finished up, washed my hands, and left the bathroom.

Over the next several hours, I was able to gradually forget our insane interaction. I spent the time bumbling around the office finding small tasks to complete, and eventually found myself back in the copyroom. I lifted the scanner of the machine, and was struck with terror.

There was a letter-size photo of my hands up Luciana’s skirt, and my cock in her hand as we kissed passionately.

“What the fuck-“ I started.

“What a compromising position you’ve found yourself in.”

I spun around to find the scarlet-haired office secretary, Stacy, speaking. She was standing in the open doorway of the copyroom.

“Don’t bother destroying that copy, I have many others.” She matter-of-factly stated.

“W- what do you want?” I spurted, consumed by the potential consequences.

She strode towards me, letting the door close behind her. Her long, straight hair flowed behind her, accented by the striking red blouse she wore above sharp black suit pants.

I had always been enamored by Stacy, ever since I had started working at the office. She was completely unattainable, however. As the secretary, she also acted as the manager, the lioness of the office. She was mid-thirties, strict, demanding, and not particularly pleasant to speak with. She was like the sun, you could only steal glimpses of her beauty, and never gaze without getting hurt.

She stopped directly before me.

“I hold significant leverage over you, Micheal. You don’t want trouble, and I’m assuming you’d like Ms. Luciana to keep her job as well?”

I nodded, unable to speak through my fear.

She nodded curtly, then looked away briefly.

“I have to admit, I became rather excited when I witnessed the two of you . . You should be thankful that you seem to be so-“ She snapped her sharp silver eyes to mine. “Gifted.”

“Gifted, ma’am?” I asked nervously.

“You’re much thicker than the men I have been with.” She said plainly.

“Oh.”

“I’ll decide what is to be done with the two of you after I have sampled what you have to offer.” She said, staring at me intensely.

Is she saying what I think she is?

“Well?” She asked impatiently.

I nodded, because I didn’t know what else to do.

“Good.” She gestured to my crotch. “Arouse yourself.”

I gulped, then slowly reached down, and undid my belt. I unclamped the button on my pants, slid down the zipper, and slid the waistband of my pants down around my ass. I pulled the sheer fabric of my boxer briefs down underneath my package, and felt the air against my cock. The situation I had found myself in had already made my cock thick and veiny with blood, but I wasn’t quite hard yet.

Stacy licked her lips when she saw my cock.

I used my left hand to pull my underwear further down, and my right to stroke myself. It wasn’t difficult whatsoever to become as hard as steel again, especially with a fiery woman watching me, hungry and ready to devour.

“Good.” She whispered, her voice shaking slightly. “It’s even bigger up close.”

Without warning, she spun around, bent at the waist, unbuttoned her pants and deftly slid them down her tear-drop shaped cheeks and to her ankles. She had a red lace thong that covered her slit, and she slid it to the side, and displayed her dripping wet pussy.

“Stay still, and do not touch me.” She ordered.

“Y- yes ma’am.” I whimpered.

She pressed her perfect ass against my cock, and I nestled between her cheeks, my skin contacting the wet fabric of her panties, and the juicy deliciousness of her pussy. I groaned ever so slightly, and she shushed me immediately.

“Be silent.”

I nodded in response.

She reached a delicate hand around her waist and grasped my cock, then positioned my tip against her entrance. She pushed against it, and she gasped softly as I entered her. She pushed and wiggled her ass side to side until I had stretched her completely, her ass resting in my lap.

“It’s even bigger inside me.” She rasped.

I didn’t respond, my lips were pursed together tightly to keep from making a sound.

Her pussy squeezed my cock tight, and it felt like a velvet fireplace. She was wet, seeping her juice down my legs and into my pants. She moved forward and back, pumping her ass along the length of my cock over and over, teasing and milking me.

It was an unreal and impossible situation. I kept completely still and silent, all of my will focused on not making a move or sound. My forced immobilization did nothing to slow or ease the building of my orgasm, however, and before too long I was on the edge of exploding.

Stacy’s pussy suddenly contracted tight, and her whole body shivered and shook with orgasm.

“Oooh- oooh- ooooh-“ She grunted in a whisper as her climax coursed through.

As quick as she had fucked me, she pulled herself off.

Her wet pussy walls slid along the length of my cock, teasing the flood inside me to burst, but left me wanting as she slid all the way off. I inhaled deep through my nose.

“I- I- I still haven’t-“ I whispered, still not moving.

“That’s not my problem, Micheal.” She snapped as she yanked her pants back up over her ass, and neatly groomed herself.

She spun back around, and her image seemed as though nothing untoward had happened.

I gave her a pained look.

“Recruit Ms. Luciana if you need it that badly.” She rolled her eyes. “Now put yourself back together.”

I hurriedly managed to stuff my hard cock back inside my underwear and pants, and corrected my clothes, adjusting so that my bulge wasn’t as obvious.

“I won’t embarrass you further by making you sight a contract, but this is the deal.” She said after I was done.

“You will be available to me whenever I deem necessary, and you will perform exactly how you have today. If not, that little photo will circulate around the office. Ms. Luciana, along with yourself, may not have a job here afterwards.”

I gulped. “Are- are you blackmailing me, Ms. Stacy?”

She smirked derisively. “You catch on quick, Micheal. I might have to give you a name, of sorts, to remind you of your place.”

I looked down, shamefully accepting.

“You act like a little puppy, so maybe I’ll just call you . . ‘dog’.” She stated sharply.

I said nothing, looking at her feet.

“Good dog.” She spun on her heal and stomped across the floor, and exited the room.

Hopefully she didn’t notice my cock twitch when she called me that.

I took several moments to collect myself in the copyroom. After a few minutes, and some deep breathing, I was able to leave the room without my massive boner showing through my thin gray slacks. I knew that if anyone looked close enough, they’d be able to see my half-mast cock imprint, and likely the huge vein running down its length.

I walked quickly through the office, not pausing to let anyone notice, and I made for Luciana’s cubicle. I skirted around the corner and into her space. She was typing at her computer leisurely, and turned her head when I approached. My cock was eye-level with her, and she noticed it instantly.

“Well hello, big guy.” She whispered.

“Please, Luci. I am this-” I pinched my fingers together, leaving an imperceptable amount of space between them. “Close to cumming. I need you to help me.”

“Help you? You almost got me in trouble, silly boy.” She laughed and turned back to her computer.

I looked over my shoulder for several seconds, then dropped to the floor before her.

“Please.” My hands rested on my knees. “I’m begging you.”

She spun in her chair, and her knees settled in front of me, and she spread them apart to either side of my head. I could see up her skirt, and looked up to her face, which held a domineering expression.

“Oh?” She opened her mouth, and her tongue dragged across her teeth. “I might be willing to help you . . If you gave me a name like a good little boy.”

“M- M- Mistress?” I stammered.

Her head tilted slightly.

“Mistress, please. I’ll do anything, please just let me cum.” I begged on my knees for her.

She stood from her chair, her skirt whisping against the top of my head. She reached a hand down to me, in front of my face. I kissed it.

“No, dummy.” She laughed. “I’m helping you up.”

I took her hand and she pulled me to my feet. She looked pointedly out of the cubicle.

“Let’s go.”

I nearly sprinted to the copyroom, walking as fast as I possibly could without arousing suspicion. I opened the door and slid inside; Luciana followed soon after.

“No one saw us.” She reassured me.

“Thank god.” I breathed a sigh of relief.

“How close are you?” She asked seriously.

“I just need a little push, but I don’t know where to cum, or- or-” I rambled.

She settled me with a hand on my chest.

“Hush. Be a good boy, and lay on the floor.” She said sweetly.

“Yes Mistress.”

I did as she ordered, and gingerly set my back on the ground. She walked to my head and placed her heeled feet on either side, before sliding her hands up her skirt and slipping her black lace panties down to her ankles. They landed on my face and I deeply inhaled her scent, and felt the moisture contained on my skin. She squatted on my face, and without order I craned my neck and opened my mouth, devouring her wet pussy. I lapped at her, exploring her folds until I found her clit and tickled it with my tongue.

She cooed softly, and I felt her hands unbuckle my pants. I lifted my ass off the ground, and she shimmied my pants down my hips, my cock free at last. She set her full weight on me, and my nose inserted itself inside her entrance. I had to breathe through my mouth as I licked her clit, but I could smell her, wet, straight from the source. Her pussy was dripping, seeping fluid down my face as I worked to bring her to orgasm. I was soon rewarded with her hips shuddering on my head. She still had yet to touch my cock. I didn’t think she was going to at all. At this point, I didn’t particularly mind.

“You are dripping precum, baby boy.” She whispered.

I felt a single finger collect precum from my tip, then it disappeared.

Luciana bucked forward, and her pussy slid against my face. She landed her clit against my chin, grinding into it, while my tongue slid upwards and deep inside her pussy. My nose settled against her asshole, teasing it slightly open as she moved back and forth.

She grunted, and came again, trembling.

“Your face is so fuckable, Micheal.” She praised. “You’re such a good little boy for me.”

I nodded slightly, then continued my onslaught of her pussy walls with my tongue. Suddenly, Luci wrapped her thumb and index finger around my cock at the base, then slid it all the way up until it rested where my cock merged with my cock-head. I bucked my hips up in desperation.

“Shhh.” She commanded. “Stay still, pretty boy, and I’ll empty you.”

I nodded weakly under her ass.

The way her skirt draped around my head had prevented the light from the ceiling from coming through, and I was surrounded by warm darkness. I felt safe and sound, except for the raging climax that pounded at the gates of my cock.

She moved her fingers only an inch up and down the sensitive area of my dick, pumping me so slightly but so effectively. I grunted into her pussy, and she matched the rhythm at which she pumped me with grinding her clit into my chin. I pulsed my tongue inside of her hard, trying to penetrate her with all of it. My jaw hurt from her face-fucking, but I desperately held on, needing her to cum at least once more. My pain was met with a flood of fresh juice, and my cock spasmed, twitched, and swelled. My hips forcing it upward through her hand as I began to erupt.

Luci collapsed forward, and I felt her mouth and tongue surround my cock. My climax was compounded by her ass in my face, and I exploded for her. I blasted cum over and over upward into her waiting mouth, and she eagerly ate all of it. I nearly screamed, shoving my face deeper into her sex to keep the noise from escaping. As my orgasm subsided, she continued pumping my cock, milking all of my cum from me. She only took half of my dick in her mouth, but she swirled her tongue desperately around my sensitive head, collecting everything she could.

Abruptly, she spun around, and began licking my face. My eyes couldn’t open as they were lathered with her cream, but soon I felt her tongue collect her cum from my eyelids. She licked up my nose, around my lips, and down my neck as well. I opened my eyes and they adjusted to the light slowly. Once she was done, I watched as she peeled her panties from her feet, and cleaned between her legs.

She handed me her black panties, soaked and dripping with her cum.

“Keep them. I’m sure you’ll want to use them for yourself later tonight.” She said with a smirk.

“Y- yes, t- thank you Mistress Luci.” I said in shock.

I took them and hastily put them in my pants pocket.

She grinned. “You are so bad.”

She leaned over my face and kissed me deeply.

“But so good for me.”

Luci stood up, and helped me from the floor. She smoothed down her clothes while I stuffed myself back into my pants, and buckled myself once more. She gave me one more kiss.

“Good Boy.”

She promptly left the copyroom. I left, but rushed to the bathroom to clean my face, before returning to my duties.

Before I went to bed that night, I held her black panties to my nose and smelled her pussy juice. I pumped my cock hard and fast, stroking myself while thinking of Luciana’s voice as she called me ‘good boy’ over and over and over. I played it in my mind as a loop, and hearing it brought me to orgasm so fast I nearly didn't have time to catch my cum with her panties. I deposited all of my thick white semen into the black lace, grunting as I did so.

Maybe she will want to smell me, tomorrow.