They had become good friends. In fact, such good friends that he willing disclosed his work location without a thought or concern that she might one day use it against him. Everyday he emailed her from his office. “I am so horny thinking about you. I love the way you tease and bite my nipples. You make them so sensitive. I wish you were here right now teasing my cock, bringing me so close to the edge, making me lick your ass. I am so horny for you.” She wonders to herself, what would he do if she was there? If she just showed up at his office. Who would be there? What would they think? And then the opportunity finally presented itself.

 

“I am all alone in the office today,” his email read. “Everyone is out for a business lunch and I am the only one here. I have shut my office door. I have your cock out and I am teasing it. I have clothes pins on your nipples, and I am making them so sensitive. I wish you were with me.” She didn’t respond. She just got in her car and drove to Buckhead. Peachtree Street, 22nd floor, but which office door? The floor was empty with the exception of  one secretary, a young thin brunette with dark glasses a white top and navy blue skirt. She looked up from her desk, surprised to see anyone. Smiling, the new woman tells her she has a meeting with Mike. “He is expecting me,” she says, leaning over her desk and looking into her eyes. “Can you tell me where his office is?” She was hoping she would not call and alert him to her presence, so she made a point of staring directly into her eyes with purpose and authority. She fell for it and meekly pointed down the hallway to the right. “The 7th door down.” Smiling at her victory, she wished the secretary a good day and proceeded towards her unsuspecting prey. 

 

She knocked once. “Just a minute.” She realizes that perhaps he really does have his cock out. “Come in.” Slowly she opens the door. Mike looks up from his desk and his eyes widen, cheeks flushed, mouth gapping. Closing the door behind her, she says “You better be quiet and do what I say.”

 

“But Rikka,” he begins to plead.

“But Mike, you have been teasing and taunting me for weeks. ‘Oh how I wish you were in the office with me.’ Now I am and the game begins.”

“No! We can’t do this.”

“Too late for ‘can’t', Mike. We are going to do this,” she replies. 

“But we will get caught.”

“Only if you do not shut your mouth and start obeying my orders. Now stand in front of the window and remove your shirt.”

“Please Rikka. No.”

“The secretary is down the hallway. Let’s not make a scene, Mike. We do not want her coming down here to see what is going on, do we?” she calmly asks.

“Alright. Close the blinds behind you. What are you planning on doing to me Rikka?” He is standing now, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Whatever I please. But you must remember to be very quiet. No matter what I do to you.” She begins to undress with him.

“What’s in the bag? What do you have in there?” he anxiously asks, back pressed to the window overlooking Peachtree Street. He is a trapped animal.

 

She bends down, reaches into the bag, pulls out each item and places them one by one on his office desk. He makes no remark. He now understands this is for real and he is going to be violated in the privacy of his own office. He had fantasized about this for months, but the reality of it is now overwhelmingly frightening. She enjoys watching the fear spread across his face, the small beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. Walking towards him, she can see the people 22 floors below walking the streets of Buckhead. It is a cloudy, overcast day but it is the lunch hour and the streets are busy. Will anyone take the time to look up? And if so, what can they see from that distance? It doesn’t matter. She can see them and that is enough.

 

Wet and excited, she leans against his trembling body, slides her nails up and down his sides. He moans. “Be quiet,” she whispers in his ear. “Your secretary will hear you.” She bites his right nipple. Mike bites his lower lips and throws his head back against the cold window trying desperately to sequester his moans. Right nipple, left nipple, back and forth before the clamps with weights go on. A small vibrator teases his tender and pulled nipples before moving down to his cock, still guarded by his pants. One of her hands unbuckles his belt, the other holding the vibrator in place. Pants and boxers around his ankles, she removes the cut rope from his desk and quickly ties his balls and cock. Hard and ready to cum from the excitement, she continues to tease and deny. 

 

“Face the window and look down at the street,” she says. She takes a small piece of plastic from the desk. About three inches long and less then a quarter of an inch thick, she lubes the plastic up and begins to insert it into his cock. 

 

“What are you doing?” he pleads.

“Shhh. Be quiet Mike. Turn and face the window. Look at all of the people walking by and be quiet. Your secretary is probably already curious about our afternoon meeting. We do not want trouble, do we?” she calmly replies.

“The rest of the staff will be back in an hour.” He is now trying to negotiate with his Mistress.

“So we do not have much time. You will be cumming twice for me today, so we need to get busy.”

 

The homemade sound in his cock, she teases and strokes, rubs the vibrator over the top of the head brushing against the plastic device sending waves deep down into his cock. He begins to open his mouth, to let out a moan of pleasure and pain but she stops him, brings him back to reality, by slapping his cock.

 

“Look down at the street,” she orders.

“Rikka, I am so close. You are driving me crazy. Please, I am so close.”

“I know. I like you this way. You are out of your mind and you are my slave and my slut. Today you will do things for me you have never done before.”

“Yes, I am your slut. I will do anything for you. Please. I am so close,” he begs.

 

More teasing, more stroking, more slapping, more sending waves deep inside of his cock. At last he can take no more. She grabs the shaft to stop the flow but she can feel the forceful pumping of his cock and when she releases, the plastic device shoots from his him, against the window over looking Buckhead. Thick cum drips down and Mike collapses to his knees.

 

“Oh, Rikka. What have you done to me?” he weakly asks.

“I am not finished yet. Grab that chair and bring it to the window. You are going to watch me cum while stroking your cock. I need that thing to get hard again and I will not leave until it is and you have cum a second time for me.”

 

He has now come to accept that he has no choice. His office has become her play space and he is her slut slave. He should have never told her where he worked. Now that she has had a taste, she will be back again and again. Butt plug in ass, nipple clamps on, electrical cock straps charged, he sits on the floor in front of the window stroking his cock and watching his demanding Mistress please herself. Fully naked, her skin glistens with perspiration under the office lights. Legs spread wide, each foot pressed against the glass as if she was giving a show for all of Atlanta, she plays with her vibrator, rolling her hips and bouncing her ass up and down on the black leather office chair. He watches as her pussy drips onto his chair creating a large puddle which he will later be asked to lick up.

 

She has cum at last and he is hard again. After licking the seat clean, he begs for a special treat.

 

“You want to lick my pussy? Only after I piss. Then you can lick it clean.”

“Here? In my office?” He begins to mouth the words no, but she stops him.

“On your back. Now. We don’t have much time. Your colleagues will be returning any moment now. The choice is yours. You can take my piss now or wait until they return. It does not matter to me.”

 

Obediently, he lies on his back and opens his mouth. First, she marks her territory by pissing on his cock and balls and then she squats above his face, knees resting on his shoulders, she continues to piss while he tries to ingest what he can. Some falls on his face and she laughingly thinks to herself, “He will smell and taste like my piss all day now.”

 

When she is finished, she allows one lick to her sensitive pussy. Clit still swollen and excited from her orgasm, his one lap is a combination of her piss and her sweet, wet cum. Now it is time for round two. She wants to milk her slut slave dry. On his back, legs spread, she begins to tease her victim when they both hear voices.

 

“They are back already!” Mike tries to jump up and she pushes him back on the floor with one hand.

“You owe me one last orgasm and you will be eating every last drop of it this time.” She points to the wasted cum that has now dried to his office window.

“No. I can’t Rikka. They have returned.”

“I do not care. You better be quiet and do what I say.”

 

Footsteps pass his office door as she inserts one finger. Laughter heard from the outside cubicles as she teases his cock. The sounds of clicking, computer key boards, people getting back to their daily routines, their daily work as she teases and denies. Phones begin to ring, more voices answering calls and he is so close. His phone begins to ring. Someone walks past the door, stops and then continues on. She teases his cock again and again while his work colleagues are busy talking, typing, shuffling about completely unaware of what Mike is doing behind his closed office door.

 

“Please let me cum. I cannot take it any more. Please Rikka. We are going to get caught.”

 

She looks down at the busy street below and notices a man across the way looking up at them.

 

“I think we already have been caught,” she says with a smile. With that, he cums.

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