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“Thank you, Sir,” she replied obediently.

Holding her cheeks in my hands, I leaned forward and ran my tongue up her slit - over the salty/sweet wetness of her, dragging my tongue up over her asshole and then licking it hard. Her little moans as I licked her nearly did me in. My cock grew rock hard.

I opened up my desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squeezing out a generous squirt and rubbing it into her ass, and then pulled out the butt plug I was warming up in my pocket.

I pushed the plug into her ass, hearing her breath hitch with surprise, and once it was in I leaned back to see it. A circular red jewel glinted back at me.

Beautiful.

“You’re mine,” I reminded her, sliding her tights and her panties down off her feet and flipping her skirt back down over her ass. I stashed them in my desk drawer. “I want you to think of me every time you feel that plug inside of you today.”

She looked at me with enough colour on her cheeks and shine in her eyes for me to know how she was feeling. She was at least as turned on as I was. I wanted her to be on the edge of pleasure all day, until she could barely stand it.

“You’re dismissed,” I said, and she lifted her chin. I could tell she had hoped there was more to come, but knew she wasn’t in a position to say anything.

She walked out of my office, her too-short skirt brushing over her cute little ass and bare legs, and closed the door behind her.

Jordan

Alexander called me into his office that afternoon. When I walked in, he and Mark were sitting side by side on the leather couch by the wall.

“Shut the door and lock it,” said Alexander.

I locked the door and walked over, bending over to take a seat when Alexander stopped me. “Stay standing, please.”

He turned to Mark. “Mark, I wanted to make you aware of Jordan’s outfit today. I caught at least one of our employees ogling her. What do you think of this skirt? Do you think this is acceptable attire for work?”

“It’s a little short,” he conceded, examining it thoughtfully. Both of them stared blatantly at my legs, and I burned under their gaze.

They were a sight to behold, sitting side by side like that, watching me like I was something unspeakably delicious. Both were tall and broad - Alexander a little taller, but the type of duo that would make heads turn anywhere. Alexander was somber and serious, with his dark hair and perfectly tailored suit, while Mark looked like a sexy surfer, with his blond hair, tanned skin, and fitted jeans. I didn’t know exactly what they had planned for me, but I was already wet with anticipation. The anal plug had been driving me to distraction all day.

“Yes,” Alexander sighed. “This is a workplace, Jordan, not a dance club.”

Mark scratched his chin thoughtfully, looking around the room, then stood up and picked a pen off Alexander’s desk, dropping it at my feet and sitting back down.

“Jordan, turn around and pick that up please.” He sounded like one of my teachers from high school.

I turned around and bent over, keeping my legs straight so that my ass rose in the air. I could feel air over the backs of my thighs and ass.

My pussy was already throbbing. The weight and feel of the butt plug had gotten me so aroused that I was already close to coming - just the air moving in the room was almost enough to push me over the edge.

“Fuck,” said Mark, blowing out his breath. “Oh, Jesus.”

“Turn around,” Alexander commanded. “You see the problem with dressing like this? Now you’ve made your boss hard for you. This isn’t the House of Initiates, Jordan. Mark has important work to do here but now all he can think about is your sweet little pussy.”

“I’m sorry, Sirs,” I said remorsefully.

Mark shook his head as if he was very disappointed in me. “I’m not going to be able to work like this. I’m hard as a rock now. I need to come.”

“Jordan, move over to the desk and put your hands on the edge of it,” Alexander instructed me. I walked over and grasped the edge of the desk, feeling Mark come up against me from behind. He ran his hands up my haunches and lifted my skirt up. I heard a zipper unzipping, and when he put his hands back on my hips. I could feel his cock pushing against my slit.

“I’m going to show you what it does to me to see your little pussy in that skirt. I need to fuck you now because you’ve made me so fucking hard showing me your little cunt with a jewel in your ass.”

He let go again and I heard the crinkling sound of a condom being unwrapped.

“You don’t need a condom,” interrupted Alexander, to my surprise.

“You sure?” Mark double-checked.

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