The company’s possession…Part 1 (MF/FF/FFM)

Colin couldn’t have been anymore cliché if he was wearing a sign. Everyone in the office know what a dog his was and everyone knew he was a career-maker. Get on his good side, you were gold. I recently moved to his department and had been forewarned that he was a pig. I was what you would consider an innocent girl. I’d had a few boyfriends but most ended up being just friends. Sex was something you did to please your man but I never ventured far from the basics. With all of that said, I honestly didn’t believe the stories. There was no way a company would allow a guy to be as bad as they say he is. What I stupidly didn’t realize at the time was that he and the owner were tight. He could do as he pleased.

When I walked into his office for our first meeting, I immediately noticed how cold it was. I mean, freezing. It wasn’t until a few meetings later than I understood why. We started out talking business, he explained some of the potential projects I could be assigned to, asked my interested, and we discussed the possibility of travel. Then it slowly turned more personal. He asked whether I had a boyfriend (under the guise of wanting to know if traveling would be a problem), where I grew up, what bands I liked. Then he asked me to walk across his big office and grab a book off the shelves behind me. I could see his reflection in the window after a few steps. He was watching me and his hand was under the desk. I realized I needed to make a decision then and there. Would I play the game everyone warned me about or would I stay innocent? When I got to the shelves, I grabbed the book and made the first move in what would end up being an incredible game of sexual chess. As I turned, I dropped the book. I looked over at him behind his huge desk, giggled, and said “sorry, I’m a little nervous”. I slowly bent over, making sure my angle was just right for him to get a good luck at my ass. Then I picked the book up, walked back across the room, around his desk, and stood next to him just barely touching his arm with mine as I placed the book in front of him. As I turned to head back to my seat, I made sure my round ass rubbed against him.

From that day on, I knew I was in. Our meetings became more frequent. The innuendos became more obvious. I chose my clothes based on his enjoyment. I always wore a suit but under my jacket was a thin, silk tank and an unlined bra. Once I was in his office, I would slide the jacket off and the cold air instantly made my nipples rock hard and clearly visible under my tank.

I switched from regular panty hose to thigh highs and no panties. I would always position my body in a way that allowed him to see the lacy top of the hose. Our chairs got closer at his office conference table and the casual touches lasted longer.

Then it happened. He sent me a text (I gave him my cell number at our first meeting for “work purposes”). “I need to speak to you about the Logan project. Come prepared to discuss the report and to show me your tits”. I reread it three times. Yep, that’s what he said…show me your tits. I had decided weeks before that I was going to let him use me however he saw fit. Partly because of the career potential but more because he was a pig and I wanted to find out how big his cock was and what he would do to me if he had the chance.

I walked into his office as I had dozens of times before but after I shut the door, I heard a click. I looked across the room to see a huge smile on his face and a remote in his hand. He had locked the door behind me. That was my cue. I glided across the room, placed the folders on the table, backed up a few steps, and looked into his eyes as I unbuttoned my shirt and took my bra off. I stood still for a second and let him admire my tight 24-year-old body. I was rail thin with full, high C-cups. I loved my tits and I could tell he loved them too. Without any encouragement, I slowly walked towards his desk, walked around behind it, and wiggled myself between his legs. I slide onto the desk so my tits were right in front of his face.

“Well”, I said. “What do you think?” His next move surprised me. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me down on the desk. Then he leaned over me, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “we are going to have so much fun.”

For the next hour, he sucked my tits, twisted my nipples so hard I had to stifle my screams, and finger fucked me with his huge hands.

When I walked out, I was stunned. His aggression turned me on and there was little doubt he didn’t notice. My pussy was soaking wet from the moment I showed him my tits and I could see the evidence on his fingers every time he took them out of me, licked them, and pushed them in my mouth.

We met nightly. Each time we went a little further. He fucked my pussy. He introduced me to toys like vibrators, dildos, and nipple clamps. He slowly worked me up to plugs then anal fucking. Each week he would surprise me with a new box in my desk drawer and instructions to wear the toy all day. Most nights I was raw by the time he was done with me. I learned how he loved to get his cock sucked and how much he loved holding the back of my head and face fucking me. I was his toy. He did as he pleased and I fucking loved every minute of it.

Others in the office had to have noticed the amount of time I was spending in his office with the door closed. We usually had our fuck sessions after everyone left but one night, there was a knock on his door. He clicked the button and in walked Sabrina from Accounting. He didn’t even try to hid the fact that we were fucking and as soon as she closed the door, the lock clicked.

I was face down on his desk, his big cock in my pussy, and I watched her walk towards us. There was a split second when I felt a little jealous rage. Who does this bitch think she is? He’s mine. He said he only fucks me.

She stood in front of the desk for a minute, looking directly at me as he slammed his cock harder and harder into my pussy. Then, slowly, she began to undress. Her jacket hid her huge tits well. It wasn’t until she removed her shirt and bra did I get a true sense of how huge they were. At least DDs. They dangled as she removed her skirt and presented her bare pussy to me and him. I knew he liked his pussies bare. He scheduled regular full Brazilian waxes for me and I have to admit, I love the way it felt.

As she walked around the desk, the rage built up and I looked at him with anger in my eyes. “Settle down baby girl. She’s not here for me.” Before I had a chance to process what he said, she was on her knees in front of me. She slowly spread my pussy lips with her fingers and began to lick. OMG, it was heaven.

He walked backwards, leaning against the credenza behind him and stroked as he watched her devour me and listened to my moans and cries of ecstasy. I arched my back as she opened my pussy hole with her thumbs and plunged her tongue in. As he started to cum, he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her away from me, turned me around, and shot his huge load in my ass. Then she cleaned me up with her tongue.

Trips followed. We traveled all over the country for “meetings” but mostly we fucked in different cities. Sometimes Sabrina joined us and, when she did, he would leave us in the room with a camera set up and we would perform for him knowing he wasn’t too far away, sitting somewhere he could jerk off watching us live.

In January, he told me we had a big trip to Chicago coming up. He sent me for the full treatment. Waxing, mani/pedi, facial, and tanning. Nothing seemed particularly special about this trip until the second night when he handed me a box. In it was a pale pink, short, silk, spaghetti strap dress. He ordered me to put it on with nothing underneath. He covered me with a big fur coat and we climbed into a limo. Several times I tried to touch him and begged him to touch me as we enjoyed the ride out of town but he wouldn’t.

About 30 minutes later, we pulled up to a huge house. It was like something out of a movie. We walked into the house and were greeted by a few servants who took our coats and offered us drinks. He seemed to know his way around the house and it wasn’t long before we were sitting in a beautiful room, alone, sipping on amazing wine. I was confused but curious and just then, in walks a gorgeous older couple. I immediately recognized him. He was the owner, Phil. Colin introduced me to Phil and Phil’s wife Val. They were so welcoming and I immediately felt at ease. We had a wonderful dinner and as we went back into the first room for a “nightcap”, Colin turned to me and said, “be a good girl, my darling. I’ll see you in a few days” and walked out the door.

I slowly turned towards Phil and Val and saw their expressions had changed. Phil looked at her, nodded, and she slowly approached me. With a single move, my dress was on the floor and I became their possession.

Part 2 coming soon…

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