All the people in this story are over eighteen years old.
Frustrated Milf Ch.09
The rest of the week was a blur. I felt all alone. Ashley had called out sick, so I had no one to talk to at lunch. She had been out three days. I wanted to call her, but I didn't dare with Dennis monitoring my phone calls. I was trapped.
I used a company phone to call her, but it went straight to voice mail.
With Dennis watching my every move, I couldn't get away with much. Take today, for instance. I wore a tight black spandex dress that was one of his favorites. It was unforgiving, to say the least. When I was standing, it stopped above my knees, but, forget sitting; it rode up, exposing my stocking tops and garters. I'm not being paranoid about him watching me. Five minutes after I arrived this morning, my phone rang; it was Dennis telling me to sit sideways so he could see my legs. The problem was that sitting that way killed my back, but I had no choice.
Later that morning, Dennis stopped by my office and said he had to check my computer. I moved to get up, but he raised his hand.
"You can stay seated; I've got plenty of room,"
He crouched down, letting his hand rest on my leg. He squeezed my knee gently. I shuddered as his hand traveled higher.
"Dennis, not here."
I was trembling, scared of what he might do. He reached my stocking top and inched slowly higher until he lightly brushed my soft mound.
"Dennis, please stop. Someone will see us."
I involuntarily spread my legs slightly, giving him access to my needy pussy. He tickled my cunt very lightly; my mouth sagged open as my head lolled back.
"Oh, why are you doing this to me?"
He smiled, looking up at me.
"Because you're such a whore. Now beg me to fuck you and make me believe you."
I was on fire with just a light touch from him.
"Fuck me, I'm a dirty whore. Make me crawl; fuck me from behind. I'll do anything you want."
"How about pulling your dress up to your waist."
My dress was too tight to pull it any higher while sitting.
"I can't do it; my dress is too tight."
"Then stand up. I want to see your ass."
My office had glass on two sides so anyone in the hallway could see me. He stepped back, took my hand, and pulled me up. He had an evil smile on his face. I knew what he could do to me, and I surrendered.
My hands went to the bottom of my dress and pulled it slowly, exposing my stockings and my hot pink panties.
"Turn around, Peggy, and give me a show."
When my ass was facing him, he told me to stop and bend forward over my desk. He pulled my panties up the crack of my ass and worked his finger under my panties. He was teasing me with his hand, getting close to my pussy and then pulling away. I needed to cum; but he was content with making me beg.
His fingers finally touched my dripping cunt, I nearly exploded. I moved my body, trying to get his finger in me.
Then he abruptly stood up, leaving me withering on my desk. At that point, I would have let any guy with a hard dick pound me senseless.
I slipped down on the floor. Looking up at him, I debased myself further by begging him to fuck my mouth.
"Please let me suck your cock. You can cum in my mouth. I need it."
He walked toward the door, grinning.
"You better save some of that energy for the party tomorrow night.
"See you later."
He was laughing as he left my office.
I sat down and hunched forward, sliding my hand up my dress and rubbing my throbbing cunt, quickly bringing myself to an unsatisfactory orgasm.
It was almost quitting time when I saw Dennis coming toward my office. He walked in with a paper cup in his hand. He sat on the edge of my desk.
Looking at him, you would think he was a typical timid nerd. In reality, he was a domineering bastard who had no respect for women. He smiled at me, and my blood ran cold.
"I know you were frustrated when I left you this morning, so I brought you a present."
He extended the cup to me.
"When I got back to my office, I couldn't stop thinking about how much you like my cum. So I jerked off in this cup. Now drink it, or I'll pour it on your face."
I took the cup from him. My hands were shaking. The cup was over half full.
"Hurry up, don't spill any. You don't want me angry."
I brought the cup to my lips. It had a strong smell of musk.
I closed my eyes and drank the bitter cum.
"Open your mouth. I want to see it."
My mouth sagged open, his cum coating my tongue.
"Very good, Peggy, you may swallow."
I gagged almost immediately but swallowed it, getting a little on my chin.
He was standing over me.
"Good girl, but there's a little left. You know the rules; pour it on your nose and rub it on your cheeks."
Burning shamefully, I dripped the few drops left on my nose and spread the rest on my cheeks.
"See you tomorrow night."
I sat there, afraid to dry my face off. What's wrong with me? I was looking forward to being gangbanged by guys twenty years younger than me.
I could live with the fact if they just wanted to fuck me, but no, they wouldn't be happy until they humiliated me.
Taking a personal day off work on Friday did me good. I slept late, waking up as usual with my hands on my crotch. Dennis refused to tell me who would be there, and I knew with his look that I could only ask once. He wanted me to ask again, looking for a reason to slap my tits.
I dreaded facing Richard, who had started my cravings for younger guys.
I spent the day getting my nails done and my hair frosted, although there would be no lack of "Frosting" in my hair tonight. Dennis wanted me there at six o'clock, and I was so nervous I couldn't eat anything.
Dennis was very particular about what I was to wear.
He provided me with a black dress with buttons up the back. The front had a deep scoop neckline and spaghetti straps. He also provided me with a black push-up bra with a matching garter belt and panties. Four-inch heels and a black choker completed my outfit. I struggled with my ripe tits. The bra was one size smaller than I needed to help control my swaying boobs.
Before I left, I made a drink, downed it quickly, and then a second, I felt reasonably buzzed.
When I pulled up to his house, it seemed like a nice neighborhood. Sitting in my car, I teased up my hair and looked down at my legs, my stocking tops and garter clasps exposed. I was dressed like a whore; all this for that dirty creep. There were a lot of cars parked on the street; they couldn't all be for Dennis.
I started getting nervous. I was expecting maybe four guys at most, but a quick count revealed eight cars.
There is no way I could handle that many cocks.
I tried walking on my toes to prevent my heels from hitting the sidewalk. Tall hedges around the house provided some cover.
I could see into his living room. He was sitting on the couch reading something. There was nobody else with him. Carefully walking up to his front door, I was shaking. I knocked lightly.
"Come in."
