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Authors name: Brian Solomons (b.sol@virgin.net)
Story title : Under Her Desk

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Under Her Desk (MF, reluc, bd, ws, work)
by Brian Solomons (b.sol@virgin.net)

***

A man gets a new job in a company run by a woman, but is 
then blackmailed by her and forced to spend his working 
days under her desk as her slave.

***

It all started when I got a new job at the Hathaway 
Corporation. I'd just graduated and now held a doctorate 
as well as my first degree. I was pleased with my new 
position as Head of IT at this large PR company. It had 
taken me a long time to find a decent job and I had 
finally come out to Southampton in Connecticut.

It had taken all my savings to set myself with a small 
flat in downtown Southampton but I was determined to 
succeed. I was almost fifty and had been divorced for 
some years. Before my divorce I had lost my job (which is 
why my wife had divorced me) and I had thought I would 
never find another - my age being against me. Anyway at 
forty-five I went back to college and some years later, 
armed with a doctorate, found myself being interviewed by 
Diane Hathaway, the Head of the Corporation.

Diane Hathaway was in her early thirties and was probably 
the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She had long 
dark hair, wide green almond eyes and a body that no 
words could do justice to. When she stood and welcomed me 
at the interview I noticed that her black dress was very 
short, shorter indeed than those of any of the 
secretaries I had passed on my journey to her office. Her 
long, lip-smacking legs were encased in sheer black 
stockings and her feet thrust into a pair of black high-
heeled shoes. Her voice was soft and mellow as she 
introduced herself. She returned to her desk and sadly 
her legs went out of sight.

The interview seemed to go faultlessly although she had a 
habit of staring at me that made me uncomfortable, as 
though she were able to look into my brain and see what 
made me tick. I was ashamed too, that I had had no money 
to buy new clothes and had turned up for the interview in 
a pair of old, rather tight jeans.

As I say I started to get the picture of things on my 
first day. I was told Diane Hathaway wanted to see when I 
got in, the first morning. (I ought to mention here that, 
despite my age, I had always kept myself in pretty good 
condition, working out at least three times a week.) I 
had on a brand new suit, bought with an advance on my 
salary, and was feeling rather pleased with myself as I 
strode in Diane's office, her secretary having let me in. 
A large conference table stretched out from her desk and, 
as Diane was busy on the phone, I nodded to her and sat 
down by her desk. 

Immediately her eyes snapped open at me. She took the 
phone away from her mouth.

"Did I say you could sit?" Her voice was still soft but 
there was no mistaking the iron edge.

"N-no," I stammered, frozen to the spot.

"Well get the fuck out of that seat then." I jumped up, 
my heart beating. Diane returned to her phone 
conversation. She laughed at something and said:

"Yeah, he's just a new guy." Her conversation became then 
meaningless. After a few minutes I was becoming a little 
irritated. She swung her legs onto her desk and twisted 
her feet as she talked, as if she were looking for 
blemishes on her shoes, although I couldn't see any. 
After another ten minutes she put the phone down and 
looked up at me.

"What are you doing with that suit?"

I was shocked by the tone of anger in her voice.

"I thought as Head of IT I should look the part - ."

"Listen, David. Why do you think you got this job? Did 
you think it was because of your pitiful doctorate? You 
turned up for the interview in a pair of jeans. Tight 
jeans. You were the only one who did. Well, I liked the 
look of your butt. That's why you go the job. You've got 
a cute butt. I prefer to have older men around too - that 
was another point on your favour. They are often more 
sensitive to a woman's needs. What a combination - an 
older man with a cute butt. I wasn't going to pass that 
up. You looked moderately capable so you go the job." 

She stood up, came round the desk and faced me. At five 
foot ten inches she was about my height, in her heels. 
"It comes down to this Dave. Get rid of that suit and get 
yourself a pair of jeans. And I mean tight jeans. I want 
to see your butt nice and clear. You want this job, don't 
you?"

I nodded mutely not knowing what to say. Of course I 
wanted this job where would I get another?

"Well get off right now and buy yourself a pair of tight 
jeans. Report back to me and let me see them. If they're 
not tight enough you'll be out on your cute little butt. 
Have you got that?"

I stared at her, my head in a whirl. Suddenly she placed 
her hand on the front of my trousers, grabbed my balls 
and held on tightly. I yelped.

"And in case you've got any ideas about yelling 'sexual 
harassment' I know some bouncers who owe me a favour, so 
you'll be yelling 'sexual harassment' from a hospital 
bed, that is when you're able to yell." She removed her 
hand and pointed to the door. "Now get out and get busy."

I almost ran from her room and once outside stood 
wondering where to go. I guess I wasn't thinking clearly, 
I only knew I had to find a jeans shop. Diane's secretary 
gave me directions. Having found the shop I tried on 
various jeans, worried that Diane would not find them 
tight enough. I ended up in a pair I could hardly breathe 
in but I reckoned they would do the job.

I carried my suit back to office in a plastic bag and 
stowed in beneath my desk. With my heart beating I turned 
up outside Diane's office. I had been waiting ten minutes 
when her door suddenly flew open and she came walking 
rapidly.

"Debbie," she said to her secretary. "My lunch 
appointment may go on for longer than I planned. Can you 
rearrange my two o' clock?" Then she noticed me. 

"Well Dave stand up and let me see you." I did as she 
asked. "Turn around!" she snapped. "Do I have to tell you 
to do everything?" I spun round feeling horribly 
embarrassed in front of Debbie. "Well, Dave, you've done 
alright in those jeans. Make sure you wear those jeans 
every day. Now tonight," she continued, "there's a 
reception I have to attend and I thought it would be 
useful for you to come too. We'll go straight from here 
so come along to my office at about six. No earlier, not 
later. Go that?"

I nodded. She didn't seem to care that I might have had 
another appointment. It was just as well I didn't.

As the afternoon drew on I became increasingly anxious. I 
needed this job. I wouldn't do anything that would screw 
it up. If she wanted me to come along to a reception with 
her I'd go. It shouldn't be so bad - she was a beautiful, 
sexy woman. She knew how to dress, how to talk. What was 
I worrying about?

I was still trying to convince myself that I was looking 
forward to the evening when I knocked on her door at six 
o' clock. Debbie and indeed the rest of the staff had 
already gone. I opened the door to her office. It was 
dark except for a light on her desk.

"Come in." Diane was behind her desk studying her papers. 
She looked up as I entered and smiled. It was a really 
warm, welcoming smile.

"Hi Dave. I'm almost ready to go. I've already changed. 
I've just got to get these papers sorted out. Only one 
thing. I think I scuffed my shoes while I was changing. 
Would you be a sweetie and give them a clean?" She bent 
her head down to her papers.

I wasn't sure what to do. I walked round to the side of 
her desk. I then saw she had changed into a long tight-
fitting red dress and matching red high-heeled shoes. I 
couldn't see any polish anywhere. I stood next to her 
desk confused and panicky.

"What's the problem?" She looked up irritated.

"I can't see any polish," I explained.

"Well, if you can't see any polish you'll have to use 
something else, won't you?" She waited expectantly but I 
had no answer. She sighed. "You've got a goddamn tongue, 
haven't you? Well, use that."

She swung round in her seat and crossed her legs. "I'll 
make it easy for you. Now get busy."

She obviously meant for me to get down on the floor and 
lick her shoes clean. I didn't know whether I could do 
it. But I needed this job.

I sank to the floor and leaned forward until my tongue 
met the soft leather of her higher show. I started to 
lick. I could feel the shape of her toes through the 
shoe. The taste was unpleasant and I needed plenty of 
spit to moisten the leather. I used my handkerchief to 
polish the leather. I knew I had to get the leather shiny 
but must have pressed too hard for Diane suddenly moved 
her shoe away from me and kicked me in the chest.

"Not so hard, fool! Do that again and I'll be kicking you 
in the mouth."

So then I had to get the leather shiny without pressing 
too hard. It wasn't easy. I was terrified that I'd end up 
with her shoe flying towards my mouth.

When I finished the first shoe I hoped that she would re-
cross her legs but she didn't. Maybe she thought I would 
try to sneak a view between her thighs but I was far too 
scared for anything like that. Whatever the reason she 
didn't move and I had to bend down right to the floor to 
start on the second shoe.

"What are you doing?" Diane's soft voice with its hard 
edge hit me.

"I-I'm doing your other shoe."

"You haven't finished the first shoe yet. What about he 
sole?"

"The sole?"

"Yes, the sole. The sole. You know the bit under the 
shoe, the bit that walks on the ground, that bit that'll 
walk on your fucking face if you don't pull your socks 
up."

She lifted her first shoe and presented me with the sole. 
I had no choice. I got to it straightaway. When I 
finished I actually asked her to re-cross her legs so 
that I could do the sole on her other shoe, which was, of 
course, still on the floor.

"You are so useless. Do I have to do everything for you?" 
Nevertheless she re-crossed her legs. I noticed that now 
she ignored her papers and was smoking a cigarette while 
she looked down at me busy with her shoes. When I 
finished she stubbed out her cigarette and stood up. I 
had to move quickly to avoid being hit in the head by her 
shoes.

During the reception she was as nice as pie. Introducing 
me to her colleagues with some respect. However, while I 
called her Diane during the reception she insisted that I 
call her Mrs. Hathaway, as I had to during office hours, 
once we were outside.

We had taken her car to the reception so afterwards she 
drove back to the office so I could pick my car up. On 
the way she patted my knee.

"You did very well tonight, Dave. So well, in fact, that 
I've decided to promote you. Not bad, eh? You've only 
been with my company one day and already a promotion. 
I've decided to make you my PA. I've been thinking for 
some time I need a PA and I think you're just the guy for 
the job. It goes with a fifty percent salary increase."

I was surprised, knocked back. I liked the salary 
increase but I wasn't a PA. I didn't even know if I could 
do the job. I said as much to Diane.

"You haven't got the picture, Dave. I'm not asking if you 
want to be my PA, I'm telling you that's what you're 
going to be. There's no discussion. Now out you pop and 
I'll see you in my office at nine o'clock when I'll 
explain what your duties are."

Standing in the car park I stared nervously after her 
car's headlights as Diane shot away from me.

At nine o' clock next morning her secretary showed me 
into Diane's office. Diane waved me towards a seat.

"Dave, the job of a PA is to help me do my job better. I 
can get quite stressed out. Your job is to help me 
unwind. Do you think you can do that?" I didn't think she 
really wanted an answer so I stayed quiet.

"For example," she continued, "last night I really 
enjoyed having you lick my shoes clean. I found it 
soothing and relaxing. So this morning you can start with 
that. However, I have people coming in and out of my 
office all day so it would be better all round if you 
crawl under my desk and get to work from there. It'll be 
a bit of a tight squeeze for you, I'm afraid. In fact 
it'll be a very tight squeeze. And particularly 
uncomfortable as you're wearing such tight jeans. But I'm 
sure you'll soon get used to it."

I couldn't do this. Job or no job I wasn't going to sit 
under her desk all day licking her shoes.

"You can keep your job," I said, "I resign."

"Dave," she said softly, smiling in a condescending 
fashion. "If you resign I'll see to it that you won't get 
another job in this city." She thought for a moment. 
"Better still, I'll have my good friend, the Chief of 
Police, frame you for an unsolved case of child rape. So, 
my little child rapist, unless you want me to hand you 
over to the police for your just punishment you'll get 
under my desk right now and start licking."

I felt sick, I have always had a pathological fear of the 
police and of being arrested for a crime I hadn't 
committed. I was in a panic. She waited and then smiling 
pressed her intercom. "Debbie, could you get me the Chief 
of Police?" I scurried round her desk and almost pushed 
Diane out of the way to get under it. I noticed briefly 
that she was wearing shoes with high, sharp heels and 
that her legs were bare. 

She helpfully used her feet to push me well in. Having 
forced me into the small gap between her legs and the 
front of her desk she put one shoe on the back of my neck 
and forced my mouth down onto her other shoe. The sharp 
pointed heel on the back of my neck really hurt. 
Moreover, Diane's office floor was made up of wood 
paneling and it was hard and uncomfortable. My tight 
jeans almost prevented me breathing.

"Get licking, Dave. I don't want to wait all day." I 
tried to comply as best I could but I was forced down so 
firmly onto her shoe that it didn't leave enough room to 
get my tongue out. Diane pressed down even harder. "Start 
licking or I'll fucking strangle you." I forced out my 
tongue and started licking. "Yeah, that's the idea, boy." 
She relaxed her other foot a little and this made 
breathing a bit easier and gave me some more room, but 
she still kept her shoe firmly on my neck.

She buzzed on her intercom. "Debbie, will you come in 
here?" I felt Diane lean back in her seat and heard her 
sigh contentedly. She pushed down a little harder on my 
neck. "That's my boy. You can move up to my foot now. But 
not too high. You get near my ankle and I'll fucking 
smash your face." Her skin was much more pleasant to my 
tongue; it was quite soft.

I heard Debbie's heels as she came into the office.

"How's your new PA working out, Mrs. Hathaway?"

"Just fine, Debbie." I heard them both laugh. Then Diane 
twisted her heel hard into the back of my neck. I leapt 
up and screamed, simultaneously banging my head on 
Diane's desk. The two women shrieked with laughter. 
Diane's face appeared below her desk.

"Did I tell you to stop, Dave?" Her face disappeared and 
then her foot flashed out and smashed me in the stomach. 
I collapsed on the floor groaning and clutching my 
stomach. "Next time you decide to disobey me I won't be 
so nice. Now get with that licking. And don't make a 
sound." She thrust me back carelessly under her desk with 
her feet and I twisted round painfully to start work 
again on her shoes. I was feeling sick and almost crying 
in despair.

"Debbie, could you organize a working lunch today. I've 
got a long meeting starting at ten thirty and I don't 
want to be disturbed."

"Sure thing, Mrs. Hathaway. By the way Joe Keithley is 
here, should I show him in."

"Please."

I heard Debbie's heels disappear and the door close.

"How are you doing, Dave?" I felt her wriggle her toes in 
her shoes then she slipped her feet out of her shoes. "I 
want you to lick between the toes. Do it slowly and make 
it kinda sensuous." I carefully bent down to the task and 
did as well as I could. "Don't spend too long on it boy. 
My meeting starts soon and I don't think it would be 
right for you to be sucking my toes while I'm chairing a 
meeting, do you?" Did this mean that I would soon be free 
of this prison?

I heard the door open and Debbie's voice.

"Joseph Keithley to see you. Mrs. Hathaway."

"Good, show him in." I was sure I could detect a smile in 
Diane's voice. "Put my shoes on, Dave." She giggled. "I 
mean put them on me, just in case you were thinking of 
doing something pervy." I held her shoes for her so she 
could slip her feet in.

"You can leave off licking my shoes for a bit." I almost 
said thank you. But, in fact, there wasn't time to say 
anything for the heel of Diane's shoe smashed into my 
neck, pinioning me at the back of Diane's desk. I 
couldn't breathe. I managed a croak and Diane relaxed her 
grip a little, enough for me to be able to suck in some 
air. There were footsteps.

"Sit down, Joseph." There was a creak. "You've been with 
this company almost twenty years, haven't you Joseph? 
Since my late husband started it?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hathaway."

"Hmm. I'm going to have to sack you, Joseph, with 
immediate effect."

There was a gasp. "W-why, Mrs. Hathaway."

"My secretary said that you tried to proposition her. I 
won't stand for any kind of sexual harassment in this 
office. You're to leave immediately."

"But it's not true, Mrs. Hathaway." The poor man was 
clearly in tears. The way that Diane had pinioned me 
allowed me to look up a little. As Joseph Keithley 
started to talk I saw Diane's hand draw up her dress and 
drop onto her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties. 
Slowly she began to rub herself up and down.

"I would expect you to say that. I trust my secretary 
implicitly. Collect your cards now."

"But my wife, my children. Please, it's not true."

"I'll make damn sure you never get another job in this 
city again." She was rubbing herself faster and faster 
and gradually applying more pressure to my neck. I tried 
to croak again but she ignored me or maybe didn't even 
hear me in her own excitement.

"Please Mrs. Hathaway, I need this job..."

Get out now before I call the police," she yelled. I 
could feel her trembling through her legs.

"Please Mrs..."

"Out, out." I heard him tottering over the floor weeping. 
He had barely closed the door when Diane slammed her heel 
hard against my neck. I screamed and almost 
simultaneously Diane screamed in exultant pleasure. She 
panted for few moments and then buzzed the intercom.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did. Debbie?"

"Perhaps not quite as much," was Debbie's faint reply.

"No, you don't have a PA, do you?" Diane was absently 
rubbing her shoe over my face and then pressed the sole 
down on my mouth as she spoke. "I haven't had so much fun 
for ages. If you get any more ideas like that, do let me 
know." Debbie and she laughed together and then Diane cut 
the connection.

She sat back in her chair tapping her show hard on my 
face.

"Did you enjoy that, Dave?" It seemed strange to be 
talked to by someone only whose legs I could see. "I bet 
you were pleased that it wasn't you I fired. Well you're 
not to worry - I won't be firing you. You're going to 
have a long and successful career here. Mind you, my 
definition of your success may not be quite the same as 
yours. Anyway I think it's time to increase your 
responsibilities. All that excitement has made things a 
little messy so I want you to help clean me." 

Her legs parted and I was overwhelmed by her powerful 
aroma. Her shoe slid off my face and I was able to 
breathe more easily. Although only for a moment for she 
reached down and with her hands grabbed me by the scruff 
of the neck and hauled me up to her crotch. I had hardly 
time to grasp what was happening when I found my face 
pressed hard against her wet pussy.

"Okay Dave, guess what you're going to do?" She wrapped 
her legs around my head and squeezed. "Get licking, boy 
and make sure I'm nice and clean."

But she pressed me so hard to her that I could barely 
breathe let alone lick. I moaned and she must have heard 
me. She released me. "I guess this is a bit difficult but 
I want you to get used to it. I love it when I press you 
so hard against me that you can hardly breathe. And I 
want you to give me as much pleasure as possible. So 
you'll have to work out how you can breathe and lick me 
at the same time, when you're pressed hard against my 
pussy. Think of it as a challenge. It'll bring us closer 
together, Dave. As this is your first time I'll make it 
easier for you." She pulled me into her but gave me room 
to breathe and lick. "But don't take my generosity for 
granted, boy. This is the first and last time. After this 
you're on your own."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me and I 
couldn't see any way out of it. She had me trapped. I 
didn't know if she was bluffing about the Chief of Police 
but I couldn't take a chance. Gingerly, I started 
licking; the taste and smell were pretty strong.

"That's it, Dave. You're good at this. Now I want you to 
get me nice and clean but I don't want you to get me 
overly excited because I've got an important meeting 
starting in a moment and if I get excited it'll be 
embarrassing. And if I'm embarrassed I'll get annoyed. 
And..." Here she lifted up my head to grin at me. "...if 
I'm annoyed I'll have to punish you." Then she popped me 
back into place. "So, for your sake, I hope you'll be 
able to clean me up without exciting me. Oh, and if you 
make a fucking sound - you're dead."

She dropped her legs over my shoulders, gave me an extra 
hard squeeze that almost suffocated me, then relaxed a 
little to allow me to start licking.

I probed around sucking where I could, being careful to 
stop if I felt the slightest shudder from her. She patted 
the top of my head. "Well done, Dave. You're doing very 
well."

The office door opened, there were voices and the sound 
of chairs being moved.

"Are we all here?" It was Diane's voice. "Right then 
Frank, your report please." It became clear that it was 
an end-of-month sales meeting. I couldn't understand what 
it was all about. I continued to slurp and lick quietly 
and gently. Eventually from the taste I was pretty sure 
that all was clean and I gradually slowed to a halt. I 
sat there, under her desk, too scared to move but getting 
more and more uncomfortable. The hard wood floor seemed 
to bore into my knees.

The meeting wound on. After what seemed like an eternity 
someone suggested a comfort break. Diane asked everyone 
to reconvene in five minutes.

When the office had cleared Diane caught hold of my hair 
and painfully yanked my head up.

"Oh dear, your face is a mess. It's all sticky. Let me 
clean you up." She took a tissue from her desk and wiped 
my face with it. "That's better. But now what am I going 
to do with this tissue. I can't put it in the trash for 
the cleaners to find. You'd better eat it." With that she 
shoved it into my mouth. I choked and coughed and tried 
to pluck it from my mouth.

"No, no!" Diane grabbed my hands. "You've got to swallow 
it. Come on, be a man. Get it down." I struggled sick and 
wretched, with tears in my eyes. At last it went down my 
throat. "There you are, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now I 
expect you need a drink, don't you?"

"Yes." I gasped with relief. I desperately needed a 
drink.

"I thought so, well the others have gone for a comfort 
break but I haven't time so you're going to help me out. 
In fact we're going to help each other. Isn't that great? 
You're going to save me time and I'm going to give you a 
drink. Now come here." I would have struggled if I could 
but she held my head firmly as she wedged me tight to her 
crotch, my nose and mouth forming a tight seal. After a 
moment she started to pee into my mouth. The hot salty 
liquid stung against my tongue and my throat.

My mouth started to fill up. I couldn't breathe and it 
looked like I was going to drown for I couldn't swallow 
either. There was a ringing in my ears. I was terrified. 
If Diane didn't stop soon I was a goner. Somehow I 
managed to gulp down a little of the liquid and then a 
little more. But Diane still kept peeing. I tried to 
shake my head to force down more liquid. As Diane 
wouldn't release me I tried to use my hands to force her 
up so that she would be peeing at a higher angle and it 
would more easily pass down my throat. Diane started to 
giggle and let me go. Her pee splashed over my face and 
onto the floor.

"Oh, Dave, you're impossible!" Diane laughed. "You' 
better lick up all my pee quickly or else it'll smell. 
Come on." She pushed my head to the floor and started 
pulling it around. "This has to be easier than licking my 
shoes. Get busy, Dave. If there's one drop of pee left 
when the others return I'm handing you over to the 
police." 

I crawled around licking everything up as fast as I could 
- fluff and grit as well. Diane stood over me laughing.

"Dave, you are wonderful. Hey, maybe I should get you to 
lick the whole of this room." I looked up startled. Her 
eyes gleamed. "Or maybe," she added breathlessly, "the 
whole building. You could do one floor every night. 
Before the cleaners come in, of course. There wouldn't be 
much point in doing it after the cleaners. Or maybe we 
could use you instead of the cleaners. Hmm, it's worth 
thinking about, isn't it, Dave. I can hear the others 
coming back now and," she looked carefully over the 
floor, "you've cleaned up all the pee. Well done."

She sat down in her seat, took my head in her hands and 
kissed me on the forehead. Then she pushed me brutally 
into the gap under her desk and slammed her shoes into 
me. Once again her heel dug painfully into my neck and 
forced me against the shoe on the ground.

"Get licking, boy. I can't feel your tongue, boy." She 
pressed down even harder. "And remember, no sound!" I 
wanted to scream but I controlled myself. I managed to 
get my tongue out of my forcibly closed mouth and began 
licking as best as I could. How long was this to 
continue? There was going to be working lunch. That meant 
that I could be here the whole day. It was an horrific 
thought.

The others returned with a scraping of chairs and the 
meeting recommenced. It must have continued for almost an 
hour and a half but during that time the pressure of 
Diane's shoe on my neck did not let up once. I could 
hardly believe that so beautiful a woman could keep up 
that level of careless cruelty for so long. I think my 
neck had gone numb by the time I heard the trolleys 
rolling into the office with the lunch. At last Diane 
relaxed her foot and took it off my neck. I heard the 
others leave to do their own business before they 
returned for lunch.

"Debbie, could you select some sandwiches for me, I have 
some phone-calls to make." Over the noise of the others 
in the room leaving she leant down and whispered to me. 
"Dave, you've no idea how much pleasure you're giving me. 
You make a boring meeting tolerable, even enjoyable." 

I saw Debbie's legs appear round the corner of the desk. 
Debbie was presumably carrying Diane's food.

"Is he still under there, Mrs. Hathaway?"

"Of course, do you want to take a look?"

Debbie's face appeared under the desk. She was smiling 
broadly. Debbie and Diane both looked at each other and 
then burst out laughing.

"Can I have him when you're finished with him?" gasped 
Debbie.

"There might not be anything left," said Diane. That 
brought fresh outbursts of laughter from the two women.

"Have you used him yet for you-know-what?" asked Debbie.

"I thought I'd save that for the afternoon."

"Lucky you."

"Maybe - he might not be any good."

"In that case you could just break his nose while he was 
in position, to teach him a lesson."

Diane stretched out her hand and stroked my hair. I 
cowered. "Oh, Dave knows what will happen to him if he 
doesn't come up to scratch. Don't you , Dave?" I 
whimpered.

"The poor dear," said Debbie. "I think he's scared. 
Although if he knew what was going to happen to him he'd 
be terrified." With shrieks of laughter the two woman hi-
fived each other and stood up.

Diane sat back in her seat and hauled me into position.

"Now, Dave. Your responsibilities increase all the time. 
This afternoon's meeting is going to be quite stressful 
and I want you to keep me nice and calm. So you're to 
apply your tongue to my lips, my lower lips, of course, 
and bring me to a nice, sweet orgasm. I'm sure you'll be 
able to do it because I'm sure you know what will happen 
to you if you don't... Here come the others now." She 
shoved me hard against her and squeezed her thighs 
against me head. Again I could hardly breathe.

I managed to force my tongue out and my one thought was 
that if I brought her to a climax quickly I would be 
freed. I started work, dimly aware that around me people 
were talking and eating, including Diane. Occasionally, I 
felt her stroke my hair. As she became more excited 
instead of bucking, to control herself, she squeezed me 
ever harder. I thought my head would burst. Eventually 
she came silently and I felt her relax a little. But 
then, instead of freeing me, she wedged me right into 
her.

All this time she was talking calmly and, as far as I 
could judge, eloquently during the meeting. She then 
proceeded to pee into my mouth. Again I had to gulp as 
well as I could. However, this time, to stop me doing 
anything with my hands, she pinioned my hands to the 
floor with her heels, pressing down firmly and 
ruthlessly. I was in agony and my mouth was burning. But 
Diane seemed to be enjoying the experience - I felt that 
she was relaxed and in control. 

I didn't think I was going to get all the pee down and, 
feeling sick, was beginning to choke. But Diane signaled 
her displeasure by pressing down viciously with her heels 
and I forced myself to overcome my nausea and the feeling 
of drowning that I was experiencing.

I think there must have been another comfort break but I 
was only barely conscious of people moving back chairs 
and walking around.

Diane lifted my head and spoke to me.

"You did all right there, Dave. But next time no messing 
about. When I pee in your mouth you damn well drink it 
all down quick, no matter how fast or how much I pee or 
how tightly I'm gripping you. I don't fucking care 
whether you can breathe or not. I'm in control here, boy, 
and you better remember it. You screw up next time and 
you'll be eating my shit. Go that?

"It's the last part of the meeting now and I want you to 
give me a nice slow orgasm. About one and a half hours 
should do it. If you bring me off earlier or later I'll 
damn well have you beaten up and handed over to the 
police. After you've eaten my shit, that is. Is that 
understood?" She jabbed her heels suddenly into my hands 
to emphasise her question.

"Yes," I whimpered. I hoped if I sounded despairing she 
would show some mercy. No such luck.

"Get to it, boy." She slammed me into her so hard I 
thought she had broken my nose. I was terrified; if I 
started to bleed over her she would really be mad. I 
licked slowly and carefully as I was pretty sure she 
wasn't fooling about her threats. I started counting 
methodically every second, scared to my bones that I 
would miss the count.

Time seemed to pass by in a dream. Now and again I would 
feel Diane's hand on the top of my head petting me with 
both encouragement and praise. If I was going too fast 
Diane would help out by stabbing her heel into my hand. 
Although I managed to maintain a steady count I hardly 
knew what I was doing. I had to count to five thousand, 
four hundred and it was only the terror of failing that 
forced me to keep going. Unbelievingly as I approached 
the magic number I felt Diane stiffen, her thighs closed 
around my head with terrifying tightness and her heels 
seemed to push through my hands. Threats or no threats I 
tried to scream in anguish but my mouth was comfortably 
muffled by Diane's crotch.

I heard Diane bring the meeting to an end and, despite my 
almost unimaginable pain and exhaustion, I was impressed 
at her coolness.

Once again when everyone had left Diane hauled me up. If 
she had not done so I would have collapsed on the floor. 
I had been squashed under her desk, licking her, drinking 
her pee, suffering the agony of her heels for almost 
seven hours and I was in no state to move.

"Dave, that was brilliant! You've earned yourself a 
bonus. I ought to take you out for dinner tonight and. 
damn it, I will. Go and clean yourself up. You might 
brush your teeth, your breath smells awful."

I was shaking as I emerged from her desk. "Use my private 
washroom, Dave," continued Diane. "You deserve it."

I disappeared into the washroom. I stayed there longer 
than I needed, just to take the opportunity of a break 
from Diane. When I came out Debbie was in the office with 
Diane.

Diane smiled at me gaily. That smile scared me more than 
any threat.

"Dave, there's been a change of plan," said Diane. 
"Debbie was going to join us and then she suggested it 
would be much more fun if we send out for food and had a 
quiet little dinner at my house. I couldn't resist it. 
Are you happy with that, Dave?" I was almost in tears. I 
suspected the dinner would be more fun for Diane and 
Debbie than for me.

I accompanied the two women to Diane's car. It was large, 
as befitted a company chairman (or chairwoman in this 
case). I turned to the back door but Diane waved me round 
to the front.

"No, no, Dave, you ride in the front with me and Debbie. 
Get in." I climbed inside and sat in the front seat.

"Dave," said Debbie, "don't be silly. You can hardly sit 
up here with me and Diane." I was puzzled and frightened. 
"On the floor, Dave," explained Debbie. "Curl up nice and 
small on the floor. I want a chance to experience what 
Diane has experienced all day. It's only fair, isn't it, 
Dave?"

I slid onto the floor. It was quite roomy for a car but 
could hardly accommodate me. Debbie climbed into the 
passenger seat and carefully placed her shoes on me.

"It's nice, isn't it, Mrs. Hathaway?"

"Call me Diane when we are out of the office, for 
goodness sake. And you must too, Dave, " she added 
looking down at me.

"How much pressure can he take, Diane?" asked Debbie.

"I've no idea. Try it and see."

Debbie was also in high-heels, even higher and more 
pointed than Diane's. I saw with horror Debbie press 
herself back into her seat to give herself purchase and 
then she drove her shoes suddenly into my neck. I 
couldn't believe the pain. She pressed harder and harder. 

"Dave," said Diane, "you can scream if you want to this 
time. There's no-one else around."

I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction but then 
Debbie stabbed her shoe against my cheek and I hollered 
like a banshee.

"Wow, that was some scream," said Debbie. "Can I have 
another go, Diane?"

"Sure, but don't damage him. I am suppose to be treating 
him to dinner tonight."

"Oh, that's a shame, it's such fun! And such a turn on 
having a man crawl at your feet." She pressed the sole of 
her shoe against my mouth. "Lick it, Dave. And lick it 
real fast. I'm going to be timing you and I want at least 
one hundred and twenty licks per minute. My shoes have 
nice thin soles so I can feel every movement. I'm 
starting to count from...now!"

I licked as fast as I could. The trouble was I soon began 
to run out of spit and had to slow down. I had a clear 
view of Debbie's face and as I slowed down she pouted.

"Dave, that's not fair. I only asked you to do a little 
thing and you've hardly been going three minutes." I was 
in a panic. I gathered some more saliva and started again 
vigorously. "No, no, Dave, it's too late now. You haven't 
done what I asked you to do. It looks like I'm going to 
have to do it myself." 

What on earth did she mean?" "Now stretch out your tongue 
on the floor, as far as it will go." I did as she asked. 
"More, Dave." There was a hint of warning in her voice. 
"I know you can do better than that." 

I stretched until my tongue ached. "Right, let's see if I 
can help you with this sole licking." She stamped the 
sole of her shoe hard down on my tongue and began to rub 
it backwards and forwards over the floor of the car very 
fast. I cried and gurgled. I couldn't believe the pain. I 
thought she was going to tear my tongue out at the roots. 

"Now this is the way to lick the sole of a woman's shoe. 
I hope you're learning this lesson, Dave. I know you're 
going to be grateful to me." 

Debbie kept up the rubbing for a good few minutes and 
then rested, her shoe still firmly pressed on my tongue. 
I desperately wanted the journey to end. 

"Now, Dave, have you learnt your lesson?" I gurgled an 
affirmative.

"What's that? I don't understand. Why on earth can't you 
speak clearly. You certainly don't know how to use your 
mouth, do you? You couldn't lick my shoe. And then when I 
show you how to lick my shoe you won't even speak to me. 
That's not very nice." 

I tried nodding yes with my head although that made the 
pain in my tongue terrible. "I think you need another 
lesson, a better lesson this time." With that she started 
dragging my tongue viciously over the floor. I just 
cried, I couldn't think of anything else to do.

"You know teaching a guy to show respect can be pretty 
exhausting," said Debbie.
"Tell me about it," said Diane

"Well, if I'm to spend my time teaching him I reckon he 
ought to pay me for the privilege."

"That seems reasonable," said Diane. "I tell you what - 
Dave will give you half of his salary, I'll organize it 
with payroll, and you give Dave his lessons whenever you 
think he needs them. It'll have to be outside business 
hours because I need him then."

Diane must have been at a stoplight because she looked 
down at me. "Sorry, Dave, you've just lost half your 
salary, but I think you'll find Debbie a good teacher. 
I'll give her full permission for her to do anything she 
thinks is necessary. After all it will be much easier for 
me if you've been trained to show proper respect for a 
woman."

Debbie eventually removed her shoe from my tongue. I'm 
sure it was longer now. The car drew to a stop and we all 
clambered out. I didn't feel much like eating now. Debbie 
helped me out of the car. "You okay, Dave? I hope there 
are no hard feelings."

"Actually," broke in Diane, "I hope there are!"

The two women fell about at that. I was sullenly aware of 
what they meant for, on the way to the house, Diane 
grabbed my penis and used it as a lead. Debbie followed.

Once inside Diane asked, "What do you fancy, Debbie? 
French, Italian, Spanish?

"Frankly," said Debbie, "I fancy American," looking 
directly at me.

"So do I," said Diane "Come on, Dave, let's go upstairs."

I was exhausted, pulled apart, my tongue in agony, my 
body aching. But I was going upstairs with two beautiful 
women, presumably to Diane's bedroom. I was hoping I was 
finally going to get a payoff. Especially when Diane 
said:
"You know Dave's been such a good sport today that it's 
about time he had a little fun."

"I agree. Do you want to go first?"

"Let Dave decide. After all it's his treat." She turned 
to me. "Well, Dave, who do you want to fuck first, me or 
Debbie?"

This was such a shock that I just stood there and gasped.

"The poor thing is all confused," said Debbie, "he didn't 
expect this."

"Well, if Dave can't decide I'll go first, by reason of 
age and authority."

Diane unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. "Come on, 
Dave. You have to undress too." 

I followed her and removed my clothes not quite believing 
that I was actually going to fuck her.

"Now help me with this, you too." She hauled out from 
below the bed a rubber sheet. "Just in case we make a 
mess," added Diane.

"What are we going to do?" I asked rather nervously.

"Make love, of course, but you can't be too careful," 
said Diane.

We helped her lay out the rubber sheet then Diane said. 
"When I make love I really like having my arse licked 
before fucking. And I know Dave will oblige."

This didn't sound too great an idea to me and I was 
rather hesitant in response.

"Dave, you've been so good up to now," said Diane, as she 
stroked my face and then put her arms around my neck. 
"Don't spoil things. I don't want to have to get you 
beaten up and handed over to the police. Although I admit 
the idea does rather excite me you have far better uses. 
"Now," she added patting the rubber sheet, "up you pop 
and lie down on your back so I can lower myself onto 
you."

"You're not going to smother me again, are you?" I was in 
despair now.

"Dave, don't make such a fuss. You know I'll do what I 
want anyway. Now get up here. I don't want to have to ask 
you again."

I complied with her request. What else could I do? The 
rubber sheet was cold against my skin.

"Dave, I'm really looking forward to this." So saying she 
stepped onto the bed and faced me. Then she lowered 
herself and kissed me passionately, forcing her tongue 
through my lips. I responded hoping thus that she would 
be more kindly disposed to me. She pulled away.

"You're a wonderful kisser, Dave. Now let's see if you 
can use that tongue just as well." She swung her long 
legs over my face and spun round. Slowly she lowered her 
arse. It was a beautiful arse but I still couldn't 
believe this was really happening. What was I supposed to 
do?

"Get that tongue out and start licking, Dave." Her arse 
was poised just above me then it suddenly collapsed onto 
my face. This was serious, this time I really couldn't 
breathe. I tried to struggle, I would have bitten Diane 
if I could. Dimly I heard her giggle and then she raised 
her arse.

"Sorry, Dave, I couldn't resist it. Now you get licking."

I was terrified that overcome with excitement she would 
give way to her desires and fall on me again. 

Nevertheless I delicately started licking round her anus. 
After a few moments I heard her sigh.

"No, no! In the crack. Get your tongue deep into that 
crack, boy." Did she really mean that I should lick right 
inside her arse. I wasn't left in any doubt when her fist 
struck my balls. I yelped in agony. "You heard me, Dave!"

I pushed my tongue into the crack. As I probed deeper I 
definitely picked up a bitter taste. I was horrified but 
Diane started to squirm with pleasure.
"That's it, that's it! But go deeper, deeper."

I went deeper and my tongue suddenly touched something 
hard. I guessed what it was I had touched. Simultaneously 
Diane gasped.

"Dave, I think you've just found my latest turd. Keep 
licking it while I push it out towards you." Was she 
serious? I was sickened and terrified. I felt the turd 
push against my tongue. Diane lifted herself up a little 
and I saw the tip of the turd emerge from her arse. The 
smell was appalling.

"Lick it, you fucking bastard," she suddenly screamed. 
"Lick it or I'll tear your fucking balls off."

I licked it as it came further and further out.

"Get your mouth around it, boy and run your lips up and 
down it. Male love to it. It's part of me. Part of your 
boss. Part of Diane Hathaway." She yelled in ecstasy as a 
final push forced the huge log out of Diane's arse and 
straight into my mouth. I gagged. I wanted to puke.

"If you're sick, it'll be the last thing you ever do," 
screamed Diane. "Now start chewing - I want to hear you 
chew it real slow."

It was awful. It was beyond belief. I started chewing.

"That's it, Dave. Now let me hear you swallow a little." 
I gulped down.

"Yes, yes! That's it! Now carry on chewing and 
swallowing." I did as she asked. I don't know how I 
stopped myself puking. "That's brilliant, Dave. Oh, God. 
That's so good. You've no idea. Get it down quick. I've 
another one coming and I want you to get it down in one 
swallow."

I tried to get as much down as possible. There suddenly 
there was another log forced straight into my mouth, on 
top of the first. "Go, it, Dave. That's wonderful. That's 
really good. Isn't it disgusting? Isn't it really vile? 
Oh God! I'm sure it is. Yes! Yes! Oh, David. Chew it, 
boy. Yes. Yes... Grind it slow. Let me hear you savour 
it. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Yes. YES!"

I knew she'd come. Perhaps stronger than she'd ever come 
before. I felt her whole body trembling, heard her 
panting. But she hadn't collapsed on my face. Instead she 
rolled over and faced me.

"Oh, Dave, you smell disgusting. But that was the most 
wonderful, the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever 
done for me." Her face was ecstatic. "Now you get 
yourself cleaned up in the bathroom and then it's 
Debbie's turn. Make sure you're nice and clean."

I tottered off to the bathroom and washed my mouth out. I 
couldn't bear the idea of going through the same thing 
with Debbie. 

When I came back into the bedroom I threw myself at Diane 
and Debbie's feet and kissed them, pleading with them to 
let me go. I couldn't bear to swallow any more shit.

"Dave," said Diane, "this is really sweet of you to show 
so much respect. And maybe we'll take you up on it later. 
But it's only fair, Debbie is expecting her turn and I 
know you won't want to disappoint her, will you? Now up 
you get on that bed."

I returned to the bed, tears burning my eyes. Debbie 
stripped off and approached me.

"Open wide, Dave," she said as she climbed on the bed and 
turned her arse to me. "Now, I want every little bit 
swallowed down."

She lowered herself onto my mouth and in a few moments 
there was a log in my mouth.

"Eat it all up. And then there'll be another, for you." I 
started chewing and swallowing. I didn't know if I could 
keep this up.

"How long do you think you'll be, Debbie?"

"I've no idea. You know, I think I'll just stay here for 
a bit and make sure everything is out. Is that okay."

"Sure. I'll put the TV on for you. Relax and enjoy 
yourself. I'll be downstairs."

I heard noise from the TV and then the door closed.

"Isn't this fun, Dave. Oh, here comes another." She 
forced another log into my mouth. It tasted worse than 
any before.

I heard Debbie laughing at something on the TV. There was 
nothing else from her arse for about ten minutes. It was 
hot lying beneath her but at least I could breathe. 
Suddenly she farted.

"Dave, I think all this excitement has given me a little 
stomach problem. Now, this time there may be a lot but 
you've still got to get it all done."

She farted again and then suddenly my mouth was full of 
soft shit. It was pouring in.

"Swallow it, Dave. And when you've finished clean me up. 
I think I'll lie here for about an hour and I don't want 
to be dirty."

I had to suck it all down. I was scared I was being 
poisoned but I had no choice. I was revolted, appalled. I 
started to clean up Debbie but as I did she collapsed on 
top of me, smashing onto my mouth.

"That's more comfy, isn't it, Dave. But you've still got 
to get me clean."

It was hard work and very slow and exhausting as well as 
being vile. I don't know how long I was there but after 
what seemed like hours Debbie stood up.

"That was great Dave, you're a wonderful find. Now go and 
get my shoes."
I looked round and saw Debbie's black, high-heeled 
slingbacks by the wardrobe. I brought them back to her.

"Put them on me, Dave."

I knelt down and slipped her feet into them.

"Excellent. Now, lick my soles. I think you know how to 
do that properly, don't you?"

I bent right onto the floor and licked her right sole 
rapidly. Not caring whether I had sufficient spit I 
carried on so that my tongue became sorer and sorer. I 
was scared; I just went on and on. My tongue was becoming 
numb. I became aware that Debbie was absorbed by 
something on TV. She seemed to have forgotten about me. 
Had she or was she testing me? If she had forgotten about 
me what should I do? I had been licking Debbie's sole for 
about ten minutes when I heard the door open.

"Hi, Debbie, what's going on?"

"This program on TV is really fascinating?"

"Is it?" Diane sat down to watch too. Both of them seemed 
to ignore the fact that I was at Debbie's feet scraping 
away on her sole with my tongue. I was going mad.

Eventually the program finished. Debbie moved her foot 
away.

"That was excellent, Dave," said Debbie. "You've kept up 
that rapid licking for almost half-an-hour. You see, that 
lesson I gave you was worth it. So I think it's time for 
another lesson. Now, I was going to give you five hard 
kicks with my shoe. But as you seem to have learnt my 
first lesson so well I really feel I ought to make sure 
that this lesson is even more effective so that you'll 
really benefit from it. So I'm going to give you fifteen 
very hard kicks. Now kneel on the floor."

I knelt on the floor crying, looking up at Debbie. Then 
she swung her leg back and kicked me savagely in the 
stomach. The next kick caught me in the balls. I 
screamed. The next kick was in the face. I was becoming 
delirious, screaming and crying. Diane grasped my arms 
and held me up to ensure I'd get maximum benefit from the 
kicking. I think some went in my neck but before the 
fifteen were reached I had passed out.

When I came to Diane and Debbie were standing over me. 
They'd both dressed but I was still in the nude. They had 
glasses of champagne in their hands.

"Hi Dave!" said Diane. "We were just toasting you. 
Actually we're just filling ourselves up with plenty of 
liquid so we can have some more fun later on. During the 
evening we're going to fill up the loo with our pee and 
then get you to drink it all down. Won't that be fun?

"Anyway, you should know that I'm away on business from 
tomorrow so Debbie is going to borrow you."

"You can sit under my desk tomorrow. Unfortunately, for 
you, it is somewhat smaller that Diane's and my legs are 
somewhat longer so it's going to be a very tight 
squeeze."

"But it's out in the open." I said. "Everyone will see me 
there."

"But they're all women in the office, Dave," said Diane. 
"They'll appreciate seeing how a man learns to respect a 
woman. They'll enjoy it, don't worry."
"Perhaps they could have a go at using him."

"Yes. Or you know," said Diane thoughtfully, "it would be 
better all round, if you were just to pop him into that 
empty cubicle in the toilets and let the women use him as 
and when they wanted to. Get one of those little portable 
toilets that we can strap him into. You can bolt his head 
into it. He'll be permanently available then. Yes, Dave," 
she added, dropping onto her knees to come to my level 
and then patting my head, "you'll be put into your own 
little toilet with your head strapped in nice and tight. 
It'll hurt quite a bit but think of the pleasure you'll 
be giving to all those women. You can be proud of 
yourself."

"Great idea, Diane."

Diane stood up and they clinked their glasses.

"Cheers, Diane."

"Cheers, Debbie."

Then they turned to me and raised their glasses.

"And cheers, Dave!"


The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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