Heather's Office

Heather, it turned out, worked in a pretty ordinary insurance office downtown. It was on the fourth floor of a mid-rise building, above a bank and a coffee shop. We rode the elevator up together.

We stepped out and she said, "The break room is over that way, and my office is over here. Feel free to explore a bit." And with that she went into her office, sat down at her desk, and started working.

I wandered a bit, looking through the office. Nobody else was there, which was a shame -- I had been hoping to find another woman to fuck.

The break room turned out to be more of a kitchenette, with a table, chairs, cabinets, a microwave, a dishwasher, and a fridge. There was a basket of fruit on the counter. I opened the fridge and saw a few cases of soda there, so I took one and drank it while I looked around some more. The upper cabinets all held dishes of various kinds, and the drawers held utensils, paper napkins, and delivery packets of salt and pepper.

Opening one of the lower cabinets, the first thing that caught my eye was a note taped to the inside of the door reading "CLEAN AFTER USE!!!". The cabinet held a plastic tub, which I pulled out and set on the table. Inside were a variety of sex toys -- dildos of various sizes and shapes, including strap-ons; nipple clamps; handcuffs with the keys in the lock; vibrators; and leather whips and riding crops. This was more like it.

I finished my soda and got another one. I already felt a little pressure on my bladder, but I wanted to make my next piss extra long. I sat down with my phone and started looking at the web. Even that was different here. News stories regularly had the announcers being fucked by other anchors or cameramen, and nearly every adult woman had a channel dedicated to her sexual exploits on the video hosting sites. TV ads for sex toys were common and featured demonstrations.

I was starting to get horny and I had to piss, so it was time to go find Heather again. I looked through the box again and grabbed a couple of pairs of handcuffs. I hesitated over the nipple clamps and whips -- I desperately wanted to try these, but I wasn't quite ready, and I had a different idea for this next session.

I walked over to Heather's office. She looked up from her computer and said with a smile, "Oh, is it time? Well, that's perfect, I was just finishing up here." She turned off her monitor and swiveled her chair to face me. She gave me a demure look and said, "How can I help you James?"; and then emphasized this by batting her eyelashes.

I laughed.

"Sorry, James, just trying to make you feel a little more relaxed. I know what you want, but you have to get used to just taking it without asking. I want you to remember that, just go wild, do what you need."

"Okay, Mrs Bech," I said. I held up the handcuffs. "I found these in the break room." She smiled. "Would you please take off your clothes?"

She stood up and efficiently stripped until she stood naked in front of me. "Wow, you are beautiful, Mrs Bech," I said.

"Why thank you, James," she replied. "Now what did you want to do with those handcuffs?"

"Please kneel, Mrs Bech. I'd like to cuff your wrists to your ankles." She knelt and I put one set of handcuffs on each arm, then pulled her arms back to cuff each wrist to the corresponding ankle. She had her legs spread wide and I could see her neatly trimmed pussy. The hard floor had to be pretty uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything, but instead just sat back so her ass rested on the floor.

I stood in front of her and removed my pants and underwear. Taking the last sip of my soda, I pushed down gently on her chin, and Heather responded by opening her mouth wide. I moved my thumb into her mouth and pulled down even more. I set down my soda and swallowed the last mouthful, then I bent forward and spat in Heather's open mouth.

Heather didn't react but just sat there, looking up at me. I let go of her mouth and said, "Swallow." As she shut her mouth to do so, I leaned forward again and spat directly in Heather's face. My spit hit her between her eyes and splattered across her face. Again, Heather didn't react, but just opened her mouth again.

I stepped closer so that my feet were between her knees and I slid my cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around my cock as I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my piss flow out. Heather swallowed without complaint. "You make a great urinal, Mrs Bech," I said. "Where I'm from, even hard-core porn stars won't do this."

She continued to swallow. I'd had a lot to drink, so it took quite a while for me to piss. I watched closely and I could tell she was wondering when it would end; but to her credit she stayed in place and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of my urine. When I finally finished, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and wiped the last few drops on her face.

She gave a little burp. "Sorry," she said.

"That's ok," I replied. "Now lay on your back." She struggled to lay down while wearing the cuffs, but she managed to rock to one side and then sort of fall over on her back. I didn't help at all, but just watched. Then I knelt between her legs. "I want your ass, Mrs Bech," I said.

She hitched her ass up slightly so she could get her hands closer to her ass. With her feet flat on the ground, she used her hands to spread her ass cheeks for me.

I lubed my cock and then leaned forward and slid it into her waiting ass. She let go with her hands and lay there. I was face to face with Heather as I started pumping my cock in and out of her ass. I reached up and grabbed her right nipple between my fingers. Continuing to fuck her, I squeezed very hard, then pulled and twisted. She gasped in pain. Feeling encouraged by this, I grabbed her other nipple and twisted it as well. "Oh, fuck, that hurts!" she exclaimed. I pulled on her nipples with both hands, using them to steady myself as I fucked her ass.

She was breathing hard and obviously in some pain, but I didn't relent, but instead thrust my cock even harder into her ass. "Tell me what a slut you are, Mrs Bech," I demanded, and I twisted her nipples for emphasis.

She moaned, whether in pain or pleasure, I don't know. "I just drank your piss," she said.

"No, tell me what kind of slut you are," I said again. I reached up with my right hand and slapped her across the face. "Not what you did." Another slap, and then I spit in her face. I grabbed her nipple again and used her tits for leverage to continue fucking her ass.

"I'm a piss drinking slut," she said. "I'm your urinal, James. I'm an anal slut and I take it ass to mouth."

I was fucking rapidly now, bottoming out with each stroke and twisting her nipples nearly all the way around.

"I'm a cum-eating slut. I fuck other sluts, James. I eat pussy and ass. I like being spit on and slapped. Slap me, come on!"

Who was I to argue? I let go over her nipple to slap her across the face again. This turned me on even more, so I started pounding her ass even harder. I lost control a bit and started slapping her tits as I thrust in and out, finally cumming in her ass with one final push.

"Holy fuck, that was awesome," I said. I was feeling drained but I didn't collapse onto Mrs Bech, despite wanting to. Instead I pulled my cock out of her ass and then released her hands from the handcuffs. "Thank you very much, Mrs Bech. There's just a couple more things I'd like you to do."

"Ok, James, just say the word," she said. She rubbed her wrists and looked up at me expectantly.

"First, could you please eat my cum? It turns me on to think of you swallowing my piss, spit, and cum all in one go."

"Of course," she said. She then got up from the floor to squat on her heels, reached back to spread her ass, and slowly squeezed the cum out. It fell to the floor with a series of quiet splats. Then without a word she moved to her knees, bent forward, and slurped the cum from the floor. She sat up, showed me the mouthful, and then swallowed.

"Now what was the last thing you'd like, James?" she asked.

"I don't want to put my cock away until it's been cleaned off. So could you clean it with your tongue?" With this I sat down on the office chair.

Heather scooted over to me and began licking my cock that had just come out of her ass. With each lick she started at the base, then slowly ran her tongue up the shaft. She did this service several times, on each part of my cock, then took the whole thing in her mouth, swirling her tongue over it to clean it off.

"Thanks, Mrs Bech," I said, pulling up my pants. "I really appreciated that. I loved how slutty you were, and I hope I didn't push you too hard."

"Oh nonsense," she replied. "James, you really must change your attitude. You don't have to thank me. And as for pushing me too hard -- honestly, that was quite nice, it reminded me of my college days. Oh, the stuff we did then..." She actually looked a bit wistful.

Then she continued, "Now, of course you can do or say anything during sex, James -- but maybe it would help you to know that women in this country aren't actually sluts."

"They aren't?" I asked. "But what about..."

I was going to bring up the nasty acts that she'd done without a second thought, but instead she said, "I can see how it looks. But you know how a whore has sex for money? Well, a slut has sex to satisfy some inner need. But women here have sex out of civic duty. It's really entirely different."