Rest

I looked down at Jacob, still bent over the desk with the thick dildo buried deep in his ass.

"The base has a suction cup..." I told him. "Use it."

Understanding immediately, he carefully lowered himself off the desk and onto all fours, crawling under the heavy wood. He reached back, adjusted the angle, and pressed the suction cup firmly against the side panel of the desk. There was a soft, solid pop as it locked into place, leaving the oversized dildo sticking straight out and holding his ass open and elevated.

He looked up at me from under the desk, eyes still wet, waiting for approval.

"Good boy" I said.

I rolled the chair forward, spread my legs, and rested both of them heavily across his back, using him like a footstool. His body shifted slightly under my weight, the suctioned dildo keeping him locked in position.

Then I reached out, tangled my fingers in Yuki’s dark hair, and pulled her toward me. She came willingly on her knees, lips already parted. I guided her face between my thighs, letting my heavy, spit-slick cock rest against her cheek while my balls hung full and warm in front of her mouth.

"My cock’s had plenty of attention today..." I told her, voice low. "It’s time for my balls. Lick them. Suck them. Take it nice and slow… I don’t need to cum yet."

I leaned back in the chair, getting comfortable with my legs still draped over Jacob’s back."We have until the end of the day."I leaned back in the big leather chair and let my eyes half-close, settling in for the long haul.

Yuki’s warm mouth worked slowly between my thighs exactly as ordered. She started with my balls — soft, wet licks that dragged from the base of my sack all the way up, then gentle suction as she took one heavy testicle into her mouth and rolled it with her tongue. She switched to the other, bathing it in spit, humming quietly so the vibration traveled straight up into my cock. Every now and then she dragged her tongue in long, lazy stripes over the sensitive skin between my balls and the root of my shaft, never rushing, never trying to make me cum.

My cock rested heavy against her cheek and forehead, occasionally twitching and laying a shiny smear of precum across her skin. When she finished worshipping my balls she moved higher, licking the thick shaft from base to head in slow, reverent strokes, lips brushing the veins, tongue tracing every ridge. She took just the head into her mouth for a while, sucking gently, tongue swirling under the foreskin, then pulled off and went back to my balls again. Hours could pass like this and she never complained.

Jacob stayed locked in place under the desk, the oversized dildo suctioned firmly to the side panel and buried deep in his ass. My legs rested heavily across his back. Every time he shifted even slightly - a tremble in his thighs, a small adjustment of his knees - I punished him.

Sometimes I simply lifted one foot and drove my heel down between his legs, crushing his neglected balls against the edge of the chair. The muffled, pained grunt he made behind his gag always made Yuki’s tongue press a little harder against me.

Other times I reached down, grabbed the base of the dildo, and shoved him deeper into it with a firm, twisting push. His whole body jerked under my legs, a choked whimper escaping, the sudden stretch forcing him to arch and then settle again. I would leave the toy even deeper for a few minutes before letting him adjust, just to remind him what furniture was for.

The afternoon stretched on.Sunlight slowly moved across the office floor. I answered a few emails with one hand while the other rested on Yuki’s head, guiding her mouth whenever I wanted more attention on a particular spot. When my cock grew fully hard and heavy, I let her suck it properly for a while - deep, wet strokes that made soft gagging sounds fill the quiet office - then pulled her off and put her back on my balls so the pleasure stayed slow and endless.

Every time Jacob twitched, he got another sharp kick to the balls or another merciless shove of the thick dildo into his stretched hole. His tears dripped onto the carpet. His cock stayed hard and leaking, completely ignored. His muffled whimpers became background noise.

Yuki never stopped. Her spit ran down my sack and dripped onto Jacob’s back. Her lips and tongue kept working with patient, devoted focus, exactly the way I wanted.

We still had hours left until the end of the day.Through the one-way glass of the cabin I watched the office empty out.

One by one the employees packed up and left. Some glanced toward my closed door with curious or nervous expressions, but none lingered. The floor grew quieter. The overhead lights switched to the dimmer evening setting. Eventually only Emily remained at her desk.She looked restless.

Every few minutes her eyes flicked toward the cabin, lingering on the dark glass she couldn’t see through. Her thighs were pressed tightly together. More than once I watched her hand slip under the desk, fingers clearly pushing past the short skirt and between her legs. She rubbed slow circles over her clit through the stuffed lace panties still buried inside her, biting her lower lip to stay quiet. Her bare tits rose and fell a little faster each time she touched herself, the open blouse framing them perfectly under the office lights.

Night settled fully over the building. The windows turned black. The only light left came from her monitor and the soft lamp on my desk.

I let her squirm for a few more minutes, watching her fingers work between her thighs while she stared at my door. Then I reached out and pressed the intercom button.

"Emily"

My voice carried cleanly through the empty office.

"My cabin. Now."

I watched her jolt upright in her chair, cheeks flushing darker. She stood on slightly unsteady legs, smoothed her hiked skirt as best she could, and started walking toward the cabin — bare tits swaying heavily with every step, the thick lace still stuffed deep inside her dripping cunt.

Yuki’s tongue never stopped moving on my balls as the door handle began to turn.

The door opened and Emily stepped inside.

I stood up from the chair, my big, fat cock already fully hard and standing heavily in front of me, still glistening from Yuki’s slow worship. Emily’s eyes dropped straight to it and stayed there, her bare tits rising with a quick breath.

I walked around the desk, reached between her thighs without a word, and pushed two fingers into her soaked cunt. The thick, cum-stained panties were still packed deep inside her. I hooked them and dragged them out slowly - the lace came free with a wet sound, heavy and dripping with the mix of my earlier load and her own sticky juices. The scent of sex filled the air between us.

I balled the soaked fabric up and pushed it straight into her mouth.

"How’s it taste?"

Emily’s eyes fluttered. She sucked on the panties, cheeks hollowing, then pulled them halfway out with her tongue just enough to speak, her voice low and playful.

"Filthy… salty… kind of perfect, boss. Tastes like it's your dirty little secret."

I smirked, spun her around, and bent her over the far side of the desk. Her heavy tits flattened against the wood, the open blouse framing them, her short skirt already high enough that her bare ass and dripping pussy were completely exposed.

I lined my thick cock up with her entrance and drove in with one hard thrust, burying every inch in her tight, soaked pussy. She cried out around the panties still stuffing her mouth. I didn’t give her time to adjust - I started pounding her immediately, deep, heavy strokes that made her ass ripple and the desk creak. Her cunt clenched and squelched around me with every thrust, the wet sounds filling the cabin while Yuki and Jacob remained quietly in place nearby.

After several minutes of relentless pussy-fucking I pulled out, shifted the angle, and pressed the broad head of my cock against her tighter hole. One firm push and I sank into her ass in a single stroke. Emily’s muffled moan turned higher and sharper. I fucked her harder, long, punishing thrusts that stretched her open around my thick shaft, her hole gripping me like a fist every time I bottomed out.

I kept going for a long time — deep, steady, relentless anal that left her trembling and drooling around the panties in her mouth. When I finally felt the climax building I slammed in to the hilt and started cumming.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum pumped deep into her ass. I stayed buried and kept unloading for what felt like minutes, pulse after pulse filling her until her hole couldn’t hold it all. Hot cum began leaking out around my cock, running down her thighs in thick white streams and dripping onto the floor.

I stayed inside her for a moment longer, admiring the sight - her stretched, well-used ass overflowing with my load, the blonde hair messy, her body limp and satisfied over the desk.

Then I pulled out. A heavy gush of cum followed, spilling from her open hole. I quickly grabbed the blonde fox-tail plug, pressed the flared base against her messy entrance, and pushed it in until it seated snugly, sealing most of the cum inside. The fluffy tail hung down between her thighs, already matted a little at the base.I gave her ass a light slap and watched the tail sway.

"That’s your reward..." I said. "First assignment: keep that plug in your ass until tomorrow morning. No taking it out. Now get out."

Emily pushed herself up on shaky arms, the fox tail shifting with the movement. She nodded, eyes glassy and lips still stretched around the spit-soaked panties.

"Yes, boss."

She turned and walked out of the cabin. Her bare tits swayed heavily with every step, the open blouse doing nothing to hide them. Her short skirt was still hiked high, leaving her ass completely exposed. The blonde fox tail swung and wagged behind her with each careful step, a few drops of cum still trailing down her inner thighs as she disappeared into the dark, empty office.

I stayed in the chair and switched the monitor to the external camera feeds, watching every step.