Amy at work

The next morning your phone buzzes. It's a text from Amy: getting ready 4 work. There is a video attached. When you open it, it's a six-second clip of her stuffing one of her new jeweled butt plugs up her ass. You text back: good girl.

You wait a couple hours then you pick up the telephone and dial.

"Good morning, Chelsea Hill, how may I direct your call?" Amy's voice is professional and pleasant, and you can picture her sitting at the reception desk at the nonprofit for homeless youth where she works. To be precise, you are picturing the butt plug she is sitting on.

"How's your asshole feeling?" you hiss into the phone.

There is a brief silence. In a much quieter voice, Amy whispers fiercely, "I'm working! Don't talk about stuff like that on this phone!"

"Don't be a bitch," you say with a chuckle. "Tell me how your asshole feels."

Another pause. Then: "It feels ... full."

"Which size do you have in?"

"The small one," she whispers back, and you think you hear a slight concern in her voice, as though she's afraid you'll be mad she doesn't have the largest plug in her ass. Although you are pleased that she has anything up there, you don't bother to reassure her. It's exciting to have her be concerned.

"Keep it in all day, do you understand?"

"Yes, I will."

"Actually, at lunch take it out and suck on it and then put it back."

You hear a sigh but she tells you she'll do it. When you hang up the phone, you spend some time scrolling through Tinder. Even though Amy has surprised you with her willingness to explore your anal-only demands, it doesn't hurt to keep an eye out for your next girl.

Just after 2 o'clock, you open the front door to Chelsea Hill and stride to the front desk. Amy's automatic smile as she looks up fades. Normally she would be thrilled to have you visit her at work, but given your new situation, it doesn't surprise you that she doesn't seem very happy.

There is one bleary-eyed teen sitting in the foyer and several open offices with staff at their desks. Amy narrows her eyes and whispers.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was in the area, thought I'd pop in." You grin. "Can we go somewhere private?"

Her blue eyes go wide. "No!" she hisses at you. "Jesus, Elliot, I'm at work!"

You lean over the reception desk, bring your face very close to hers, and whisper, "I need to look at your asshole right now."

She blushes violently and shakes her head. "I can't!"

"You can," you say. "You can and you will. Now, Amy."

Exhaling loudly, her face a mask of worry, she glances around. Then she stands, goes to one of the offices, leans her face in.

"Emma? Can you cover the front desk just for a few minutes? Thanks!"

Biting her bottom lip and looking not at all happy, Amy guides you into the back, taking you into a small, windowless conference room and locking the door behind you.

"I can't fucking believe this," she complains as she unbuttons her jeans and tugs them down with her panties.

"What happened to skirts and thongs?" you ask and her face blanches.

"I -- I thought at work it would be ..." She trails off as you shake your head.

"No, Amy. I want you to dress like a girl who's ready at a moment's notice to give up her ass. Do you understand me?"

Her meek nod shows you that she does. Turning around, she leans against the conference table and puts her ass in the air. You can see the jeweled heart sticking out of her.

"Did you taste it like I told you?"

"Yes," she says quietly.

"Did it taste good?"

"Not really," she mutters. "It tasted like my butt."

"The sooner you learn to love the taste of your asshole, the better," you say, gripping the plug and twisting it as you pull it out of her. She gasps as it pops out of her ass and doesn't complain as you bring it to her face and stuff it into her open mouth. It hangs from her lips as she sucks on it and balances herself with her hands against the table, displaying her sexy rear and opened anus for you.

You kneel down, hold her butt cheeks open, and push your tongue deep into Amy's ass. She stifles a moan and sucks like a whore on the butt plug as you taste her for a long minute. Then you stand, turn her around, pull the plug from her mouth and kiss her, jamming your tongue into her mouth. Her eyes close and she kisses you back happily, despite the fact your mouth tastes like her ass. Your tongues entangle in a mess of gooey spit, and you help her sit up on the table.

"I need to get back to work," she moans.

"No," you whisper as your hands move all over her body. "You need to get fucked in the ass. Say it."

"God, Elliot--"

"Say it."

"I--I need to get fucked in the ass."

"Good girl."

You push her back onto the table. With her jeans and panties around her thighs, you lift her legs so that her knees are against her chest. She holds them, whimpering softly, as you spit on her asshole and rub your throbbing cock against it.

"I need lube," she whines.

"Just spit today," you say harshly. "You can handle it."

You put your hand over her mouth, just in case, and thrust into her ass. Her blue eyes go wide and you clamp your hand tighter over her face. Even though you don't really care about her job, it might be awkward if someone interrupted your fun.

The butt plug did a fine job of preparing Amy's asshole, and you are able to stuff yourself all the way in coated only with spit. You press your upper body against her shins, pushing her knees back further into her chest, your hand still over her mouth. Now that she doesn't need to hold her legs up, Amy begins to rub her clit, eyes tightly closed, face full of erotic desire. Her asshole is hot and tight around your cock as you work yourself deeper.

The doorhandle jiggles. Then there's a knock at the door. Amy's eyes snap open in terror. You grin malevolently and take your hand away from her mouth.

"Um," she calls out scratchily, "Just a minute!"

"Is that you, Amy?" asks a woman's voice. "We have a meeting in here in a couple minutes."

You haven't paused in your ass fucking, quietly pumping her butt as Amy tries to maintain a conversation through the locked door.

"Oh, yes. I'll be right out!"

You slow your strokes, feeling the orgasm build, and then you crash into her ass hard, hold yourself in there, and blast her bowels with your sticky load. Your cockhead pulses in the heat of her ass, shooting spray after spray of semen into her butt.

"Amy? Can you please open the door?" The voice sounds more than a little perturbed.

"Coming!" Amy bites your neck as her sphincter twitches, milking your cock, and she bucks with her own orgasm, her fingers twisting her clitoris, her eyes flickering. She lowers her legs groggily as you pull yourself from her gaping hole and shove the butt plug inside her to stop your cum from oozing out. As she quickly pulls up her jeans and panties, you grab her face and shove your cock in her mouth for a deep cleaning.

"So sorry!" she says apologetically as she opens the door. Her eyes are shining, her face is flushed, her hair is askew. The older woman, with several people behind her, gives Amy an odd look and you an even odder one. As you both leave the conference room, you wonder if their meeting will be made more enjoyable by the sweet musk of anal sex that awaits them.