The weekend ended quietly. Ashley woke up early Sunday morning and left without saying goodbye like a one-night-stand. The only difference was a simple note that Kate later found on the coffee table that stated: Took a cab home. Had a great time, I’ll call you later in the week sweetie — Ashley. Then was followed by a smiley face to show sincerity. Kate spent most of the day lounging around in a robe and recounting her time at Pink and about Number Six and occasionally playing with herself.
That’s what made Monday so hard. She forgot about being forty and about her boring job as an accountant, until she was trapped behind her desk, crunching numbers and staring at a computer screen all day.
“Real life,” she muttered and sighed as she flipped the page to the quarterly profits report, a simple action that she performed on a daily basis and one she would end up regretting.
She only had one hour left in the day. She just had to finish confirming the report and she could leave. Maybe she would call Ashley and they would stay in and have dinner together and see if maybe they couldn’t recreate the magic from the weekend, but her keen eye spotted a mistake in the report before the page could finish falling into place. The numbers didn’t match the graph on the top of the page, and after a little investigating, she discovered a mathematical error, which meant the accounting department would have to start over again, from the very beginning.
“Son of a bitch,” she whispered and put her hand over her forehead. She stood and breathed in deeply to suppress the stress she felt building inside of her. “Real life,” she muttered again, and wished she could slip back into the world of fantasy and physical pleasure.
For some reason she thought work would be different that week. She thought it would be flirty and fun. A place where she could talk about her weekend in the break room and people would reveal their own sex stories and maybe make plans to hook up with each other after work, after all, there were a number of attractive people in the office. But she realized after the first hour of the day how ridiculous of an idea that was. Being confined to a cubicle all day and surrounded by numbers and papers was hardly something that inspired sexual fantasy. Perhaps she was still high from her weekend of sexual exploitation.
She knocked on the door of Brad’s office. He was the lead accountant, in charge of every profits report and known to be somewhat high strung. When you’re in charge of the losses and profits of a company, the stress gets to you. As a result, Brad wasn’t much for jokes or casual conversation.
He waved Kate into the office and motioned for her to sit while he ended a conversation with a client over the phone. Kate sat in the chair that faced his desk and tugged at her skirt to try to lengthen it. There was a picture of Brad and his wholesome wife on the corner of his desk. The two of them stood by a lake and smiled at Kate, and it felt a little like she was being judged. As she prepared for work that morning and thought about Number Six, she decided to dress as sexy as possible. She wore a skirt that ended several inches above her knees and black stockings that ended at her thighs. If she sat in certain positions people could see the lace where her stockings ended and the thought of it excited her. Her low cut top showed off her cleavage and she caught several guys peek as they passed by. The outfit pushed the boundaries of the office dress code. While it may not be sexy for say, a nightclub, it was definitely an eye catcher at work and the thought of being sent home for being too sexy turned her on. Unfortunately, those feelings weren’t the same as she sat in front of her boss’ desk waiting to deliver the bad news. She felt cold and admittedly insecure. She wished she would have taken a moment to think about what she was wearing before she left the house.
Brad hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes. His tie hung loose from his collar and he sighed in exasperation. “Let me guess,” he said, “you found the error in the profits report.”
“Yes. You already know?” Kate said softly.
“Of course I know. I know everything that goes on in this fucking office.”
“So I guess that means we’re working overtime tonight.”
“No, we can’t. The profits on that report are too high. We didn’t make that much money last quarter. We can’t afford to pay everyone overtime.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“You and I are going to stay. We’ll do it ourselves. It shouldn’t take more than three hours.”
Kate nodded and went back to her desk. As everyone left, she gathered all of her files to prepare for the three hour project. It was eerily quiet without phones ringing constantly and the humming of copiers every five minutes. Most of the lights had been shut off except for Brad’s office, and it seemed very dark.
The time passed slowly but gradually they made progress. Brad’s shirt was untucked as he paced back and forth and read numbers to Kate, who punched them into a calculator. “Okay, as long as those numbers work out, all we have to do is print the new report,” Brad said as he sat down at his desk, “I’m sorry to keep you late, I know you probably had plans.”
Kate finished her calculations, then looked up at Brad, “Oh no. I had a busy weekend, so I was just going to stay in tonight.”
“Oh yeah. What did you do?”
Kate waved her hand casually and smiled, “Oh, it was nothing too exciting, just busy,” she said.
“Tell me. I know I come across as a hard ass, but that’s only because this job is so demanding. I’m really a nice guy, I promise.”
Kate put her papers down and relaxed a little, “It was my birthday. I turned forty,” she said.
“Forty! Really? I would have never guessed you were older than thirty.”
“Oh thanks. I went out with a friend. We had a good time.”
“Where did you go?”
Kate laughed a little and her face turned red, “Oh, I probably shouldn’t say. It’s a little inappropriate for work.”
“Tell me. It’s just us. I can keep a secret.”
Kate smiled before reluctantly answering, “I went to Pink.”
“Whoa! The strip club? I’ve been there a few times. It’s fun. I didn’t know you where interested in women.”
“Oh no, I’m not, but you know, I was interested in experimenting. I don’t have a lot of sexual experience and my friend Ashley came over and we started talking about sex, then suddenly I was on top of her… oh my. I should stop talking.”
“That’s okay,” Brad said, “let’s just finish here.”
“Okay,” Kate agreed, “I have a little bit of a headache, do you have any aspirin?”
Brad grinned a little and reached into his desk. He handed her a small white bottle, “take only one, they’re powerful,” he said.
Kate dumped one of the small white pills into the palm of her hand and tossed it into her mouth. She continued about her work quietly. She finished crunching the numbers and everything seemed to turn out fine, except for the ticking she started to hear.
“What is that?” she asked.
“I guess it’s working,” Brad said.
“What are you talking about?” Kate asked, but Brad didn’t have to answer. The ticking was from Brad’s watch and grew louder with each passing second. Suddenly Kate was hypersensitive to everything. She could hear the scratching of the pencil that Brad used to sign his name. She rubbed her hands on her arm and felt the friction of the microscopic hairs. Something was different and it made everything seem pleasurable. She placed her hand on her breasts and massaged them and the feeling was sensational, like she was masturbating by rubbing her breasts. Brad leaned back in his chair and watched her with his hand down his pants. “What did you give me?” she asked, and the words echoed in her head.
“Just a home remedy,” he said.
It was hot in the room and tiny drops of sweat formed on Kate’s body and rolled down her chest tickling her as they ended at her stomach. She unbuttoned her top and removed her bra. “Oh yeah baby, show me your tits,” Brad said and Kate did what he said and allowed her top to slide off her shoulders. There was no explaining why she didn’t object to his demand, but for some reason, the drug didn’t allow her to say no. “Now rub your pussy a little, but don‘t get carried away, I don’t want you to cum until my dick is inside of you,” he said.
Kate put her hand down her skirt and rubbed herself. The friction from her panties felt nice on her clit and soon she was wet.
“I have a confession, Kate,” Brad said, “That error you found wasn’t a mistake. That report you worked on all day was a bogus report. I made it up so you would stay.”
“Why?” Kate said, the word leaving her mouth slowly as though it was a full sentence.
“I was at Pink this weekend. I saw you playing with yourself. I had to fuck you. Don’t worry about the drug, you’ll enjoy it more this way.”
“Then do it. Fuck me.” Kate said.
The two of them stood up. Brad grabbed her by the shoulders and sucked her nipples. Kate felt light as air and was helpless as Brad gripped her by the arms. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“I have a special talent I want to show you,” Brad said.
He took a step back and removed his shirt and then unbuckled his pants. They dropped to the floor, and Kate couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“That can’t be real,” she said with her mouth agape.
There was nothing striking about the size of his dick, it wasn’t any larger than John’s dick, but right above it, standing erect, was a second dick. If every man had a subtraction sign, Brad had an equals sign. “Oh it’s real. Touch it,” Brad said.
Kate reached down and grabbed the one on top with her right hand, then used her left and grabbed the one below it. “Oh my god,” she said, “I thought it was just the drugs.”
She stroked them until they were nice and hard and ready to fuck. Brad knocked the files off the desk with his arm. He forced Kate to bend over the desk then lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. “Open your mouth,” he said. Kate did so, wondering what he had planned. He balled her red panties and shoved them into her mouth. “Not a word. Just nod your head yes or no,” he said.
She understood immediately and nodded yes. Her pussy was dripping wet and she felt it run down her leg. Brad touched it with his fingers and Kate moaned through the panties. “You like that don’t you?” Brad asked.
Kate nodded yes and closed her eyes.
He picked up his tie off the floor and tied Kate’s hands behind her back. She let this happen without hesitation.
“Have you ever had anything shoved up your ass?” he asked.
Kate opened her eyes and turned to look at Brad. She shook her head no in both response and rejection, but Brad didn’t care. He licked his finger, then slowly inserted it in her asshole. She moaned in discomfort at first, but once his finger was all the way in, she relaxed. Brad rubbed her pussy with his other hand, and Kate realized the anal penetration made her pussy even more excited.
“Mmmm…” Kate moaned.
“That’s not so bad is it?” Brad asked. Kate shook her head no.
“You want to try something a little bigger?” he asked. Kate nodded yes.
He took a sharpie off his desk and licked the end of it before entering it into her asshole. The hard plastic reached farther into her, and once again she had to learn to relax before she could enjoy it.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about your ass ever since I saw you. We all wanted inside of you. I started planning this that same night. I was happy to see you show up to work dressed like a slut. I knew then that you wanted it,” Brad said. He walked to the other side of the desk so Kate could see him, leaving the sharpie in her asshole. “I want you to watch me,” he said. He produced a bottle of lube from his desk and started rubbing it on his two cocks. They glistened in the lamp light and Kate moaned with anticipation.
“This bottom one is going in your pussy. Do you know where this top one is going?”
Kate spit her panties out of her mouth. “Oh please don’t, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
Brad’s smile disappeared and was replaced with a more menacing look. He shoved the panties back in her mouth, then taped her lips shut. “Not a word,” he said.
Kate felt panicked, but once Brad’s dick was in her pussy, her panic gave way to desire. She felt the sharpie removed from her ass, then prepared to be penetrated. “I’ll go slow,” Brad said from behind her.
He entered the tip first, and Kate felt the girth of his head stretch her asshole. She grunted in displeasure, but knew the worst was still to come. His shaft slid in and she felt it far into her rectum. Even though they were the same size, the dick in her asshole felt much larger than the one in her pussy. Brad stopped and let Kate get used to the feeling. She breathed quickly for a few moments and clenched her teeth, and when her breathing slowed down, he knew it was time. He brought his hips back until his two dicks were halfway outside of her, then he thrust them back in. Kate squeaked in displeasure, but that didn’t deter Brad’s intention. He did it once again, and again and the squeaking slowly turned into a moan.
Kate was ashamed to enjoy it. She was being fucked in the ass, something that the strong, smart, opinionated Kate would never allow, but once she got used to it, feeling her asshole stretched to the limit and filled with a cock was exciting. And once she got used to it, she realized that the cock in her pussy felt much better.
“Mmmm.. Hmmm…” Kate moaned, and Brad smiled.
“I knew you were a whore,” Brad said, and pumped into her pussy and asshole faster, until he was humping her at a steady pace. Kate’s tits rubbed against the desktop and her nipples hardened and felt good across the wood finish. The odd mixture of discomfort and pleasure was unlike anything she had felt before. She felt like a whore once again, and it felt right.
Brad’s endurance was amazing. Her legs and the muscles in her ass started to grow tired, but she stuck it out, because the experience was too pleasurable to quit.
“Don’t give up on me baby, I’m almost there I promise,” Brad said.
Kate was almost there too. Her inability to moan as loud as she wanted and having her hands restricted behind her back added to the forbidden pleasure. She barely noticed the dick in her ass, and her attention was focused purely on pleasing her pussy. She started backing into Brad’s two dicks, and the slapping of skin was loud and pronounced.
“Oh that’s it you little slut. Back your ass into my dick. Drive it deep inside you. You like having things in your ass. Don’t lie. You’re a whore.”
“Mmm..Mmm…Mmmm…” Kate moaned with each thrust, and her face turned hot as she felt an explosion coming on. Juices dripped down her leg and she knew it was going to be gushy.
“I’m going to cum in your ass,” Brad said, but Kate ignored him as she felt her own climax coming and when it finally came, she could no longer hold herself up. She screamed through her panties and her face turned red. Pussy juice ran from her like a faucet and her arms and legs flailed uncontrollably. Her leg ended up on top of the desk and she managed to break her arms free from the tie. “Oh that’s it baby. Keep fucking with me now,” Brad said, “I’m coming, I’m coming in your ass.” Brad grabbed her shoulders and forced her body to remain still as he shot fluids inside of her. His grip was tight on her shoulders and the inability to move as he unloaded in her extended Kate’s orgasm and suddenly she was on top of the desk completely, doing the splits with a dick in her pussy and ass.
Brad relaxed and sat in a chair, stroking his dick to empty his chamber. “Oh damn Kate. You are too fucking sexy,” he said.
She relaxed and removed the tape and panties from her mouth, “oh fuck, oh fuck,” she repeated as she caught her breath. She sat up and felt his cum drip from her asshole, “My asshole is on fire,” she said.
“You’ll be uncomfortable for a while,” Brad said.
“That’s okay,” she said, and began rubbing her clit. She laid back on the desk and lifter her knees to her chest. Brad watched and started stroking his cocks with his hands.
“Oh my,” she moaned as she had another small orgasm, and with it, the effects of the drug wore off. She rolled over onto her elbows and faced Brad. “I should probably go,” she said.
“Let’s do this again sometime,” Brad said.
“Aren’t you married?”
“Yes, but she doesn’t have to know. I have sex with a lot of women.”
“Fuck you,” Kate said as she dressed. Brad remained in his chair, stroking his cocks. Even without the drug, Kate still saw two cocks.
“Well if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he said.
Kate left with a disgusted look on her face, but when she got to her car and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she was smiling like the devil.