Claire sighed. Only two o'clock on the Friday before Labor Day weekend, and the office was nearly empty. Claire's own special holiday plans wouldn't begin until tonight. She shivered in anticipation. Geoffrey had that effect on her. Last night he sent a text with a shopping assignment. She had blushed reading it, and at first didn't think she could do it. In the end she couldn't disappoint him. So her lunch hour was spent in the most amazing store, and now her roomy purse was heavy with her purchases.
Just then, the phone rang. "Claire Myerhoff," she answered.
"Hello, Claire. Did you go shopping today?" Geoffrey's deep voice sent a thrill through her whole system.
"Oh yes," she replied, "the store was easy to find. And the people were so nice."
Geoffrey chuckled. "You thought such stores were filled with sleazy perverts?" As she laughed self-consciously, he continued, "And where are your new things now?"
"My purse," she replied.
"Good!" he rumbled. "We can begin our weekend right now."
"Geoffrey, I'm sorry, I can't afford to take leave…" she said defensively.
"I didn't say anything about taking leave," he broke in, a smile in his voice. " I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."
"What do you mean?" she whispered, remembering how sound traveled in this cubicle wasteland.
"Shhh, don't worry, we'll do this very quietly," he soothed. "Think of your new toys as an extension of me. Do you follow?"
"I think so," she replied, feeling like it was someone else who answered. Her whole being was focused on Geoffrey's dark liquid voice.
"Good. We'll start off nice and slow. Take your purse to the ladies' room, and pull out the smallest anal plug. What color did you get?"
"Black," she replied.
"Very good. Lube it up, nice and slick. Then tease your dark hole with the tip, easing it in very slowly. As you do this, think of me, standing behind you. You remember what that's like?"
"Oh yes," she replied. God, how could she forget? When he introduced her to anal play, she didn't think she'd like it, but by the time he entered, she was begging to be fucked hard and fast. It was a sensation that pulled strings deep in her psyche.
"Good. Once you have it firmly in your ass, take out the ben wa balls. Did you find the ones on a chain?"
"Yes, five of them, stainless steel," she said, not caring now about being overheard.
"How big?" he asked.
"One inch, I think," she answered.
"Hmm, okay. Feed the balls into your cunt. You won't need lube, I'm guessing. You should be very wet already," he said with amused confidence.
"Oh god, yes," she choked out, as the wet hunger pulsed between her legs.
"You might have to push to get the fifth one in, but it'll fit. Now, most importantly, you must remember at all times that it's me fucking you. Whenever you think of me, clench all your pelvic muscles, in your cunt, and in your ass. You'll feel me inside you, ravaging that sweet bottom, and that juicy cunt. Do you understand?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I understand," she responded, her muscles twitching. Oh god, she hadn't even started.
"Soon you'll want to come. But before you do, call me. I want to hear you come, oh-so-quietly, over the phone. I want to hear your breath catch as you fight not to scream with pleasure. I want to know the precise moment that your body is convulsing from fucking me. Will you do this, Claire?"
"Yes," she said, fighting for calm.
"Good girl. I expect your call shortly." Before she could reply, he hung up.
Claire stared at the phone, reality creeping in. Did she really want this? It was so - extreme. She imagined calling Geoffrey back, saying she changed her mind. Her body screamed an instant "No!" at the thought. It wanted to be fed; it needed to be fed. To hell with it, she had played things safe too damn long, and it had gotten her nowhere. She was doing this for nobody but herself.
Before her courage could seep away, she grabbed her purse and hurried to the rest room. Despite her bravado, she was relieved to see it empty. She went to the last stall, locked herself in and sat down. After unwrapping the smallest plug, she paused, running a finger along its length, from the narrow tip down to its widest point, just before it abruptly narrowed again to a thin stem. The stem was capped with a backstop, which presumably kept it from getting lost inside. She covered it with the lubricant, and, taking a deep breath, leaned forward to push it in.
She gasped as the tip teased at the sensitive nerve endings around her anus. Pressing steadily, she felt herself slowly stretching to receive it. As it pressed in still further, she felt her body protest, and paused a minute. Closing her eyes, she imagined Geoffrey there, stroking her hair and whispering encouragement. Something deep inside let go, and the plug slid in smoothly to the hilt.
Claire paused, panting, enjoying the full feeling. Halfway there, she thought. She pulled out the five silver balls, threaded by a chain, and leaned back, spreading her legs wide. The plug shifted inside, eliciting a low moan. The first ball slipped in quickly, smooth metal cool against the fevered skin of her cunt. It was soon followed by the second, and the third. As the fourth ball entered, she felt resistance. It was sitting right inside the entrance to her vagina. Finally, she pushed in the fifth ball, applying steady pressure. The balls shifted inside her, no longer in a straight line, and the fifth one popped in.
She quivered, marveling at the sensation. They were pressing right against the most wonderfully sensitive places. She could feel where the bulk of the plug pushed back against the silver balls, forcing them forward. The feeling was overwhelming. How did Geoffrey ever think of this?
As his name entered her thoughts, she remembered his other instruction. She tightened all her pelvic muscles, and gasped at the sharpening of pleasure. Oh god, it is like he is fucking me now, she thought. She clenched again as she realized he was in her thoughts once more. The sharp feeling of delight was even more intense. I've got to get back to my desk now, she thought. If I can make it that far. This is insane, how can I NOT think of him? She bit her lip hard as another wave of passion flooded her.
Walking with her ass and cunt stuffed full created a whole new universe of sensations, but somehow she managed to make it back. Determinedly, she focused on an upcoming briefing. And what if Geoffrey had asked her to do this for him then? She felt flushed, imagining making a presentation in this state. It would be just like Geoffrey was there, fucking her in person. Because that really was what he was doing. He was fucking her hard and fast. Again, and again, every time she thought of him her body trembled with pleasure. Suddenly, she was overcome with the image of him right there, pushing her forward onto her desk and lifting her skirt. She could feel his cock slam into her, again and again. Oh god, she was going to come.
With shaking fingers, she quickly dialed his number.
"Hello?"
"It's me," she choked out.
"Are you going to come for me?" he asked.
"Yes!" she exclaimed tightly.
"Are you hot and wet and shaking with need?"
"Yes, dammit, yes!"
"Come then, baby, come now. Come hard."
With those words, her body exploded. She bit her lip, tasting blood. A soft moan escaped, as she shuddered again, and again. Her vision dimmed a moment, the blood singing in her ears. She heard him chuckling on the other end of the line.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Wonderful," she sighed, feeling like she was floating.
"Good. I take it you came very hard indeed?"
"Oh yes. In fact, I think half the balls slipped out," she said dreamily.
"Ah, then you better go slip them back in," he said, teasing.
"Back in?" she asked, puzzled.
"My dear, you didn't think we were done, did you? I expect several more calls from you today. I plan to fuck you all afternoon." Before she could reply, he hung up with a gentle click.
Damn it, she hated that! Geoffrey was undoubtedly the most arrogant… Her internal diatribe was cut off as an unexpected wave of pleasure squeezed her, triggered by his name. Biting back a moan, she looked at the clock. Five till three. It was going to be a long afternoon.
