"FANTASIES FULFILLED" was the name of the company behind the e-mail. A total stranger that she’d met on the Internet had referred Jenne to them. She had playfully filled out the questionnaire as a sort of "erotic exercise", not believing for a moment that anything would actually come of it. He’d told her that she’d been so nice to chat with, that he would take care of any fees necessary if she really wanted to pursue it. She hadn’t spoken to him before that night, and she hadn’t been contacted by "him" since. But he’d forwarded the questionnaire and told her that if she "wanted her deepest fantasy fulfilled" that she should just fill out the form and send it back. The questions they’d asked were 3; explicit and intimate" to put it mildly and she’d almost forgotten that she’d completed it 3; until strange e-mails had begun to arrive in her in-box. Jenne had tried to research "FANTASIES FULFILLED" to see if they were legit, but couldn’t find any indication that they actually existed. She still hadn’t believed it was real, imagining some poor wretch at home, sending erotic questions out to strangers, so, she’d played along. It wasn’t until the "incident" in her room, that she’d become concerned, 3; aware that she was in over her head.

Until the afternoon of the "incident," Jenne had thought the whole thing was a joke. It had been a good day at work and she’d knocked off a bit early 3; one of the benefits of consulting and being your own boss. Upon arriving at her flat, she’d been greeted by a large, brown and white, stuffed teddy-bear with a string of multicoloured balloons attached to one paw. She was delighted, searching him for a card. Finding none, she had simply scooped him up and deposited him in the large recliner in her bedroom. Jenne smiled at the bear, unbuttoning her blouse. She kicked her heels into the closet, peeling the blouse off her shoulders, revealing a lacy white push-up bra. The swell of her tits was lovely and the fabric barely hid the soft pink flesh of her nipples.

Jenne was a very sexy woman. Her business was going well and she dealt with a great many men during the course of her day. Her current project was setting up a system to guard her new client’s business against internet security hazards. She usually tried to dress conservatively, knowing that sometimes, her beauty could be distracting, but sexy underwear wasn’t against the rules. She unzipped her skirt, sliding it over her full, curvaceous hips. Jenne was tall and blonde, with a full, round, curvaceous figure. Her face was classically beautiful with perfect bone structure and soft, milky-white skin. She stood lost in thought, glancing at "Teddy" seated in his chair. "I wonder who could have sent that?" she wondered. She slid her hose to the floor, exposing her naked bottom and perfectly trimmed column of golden brown pubic hair. Nude, except for her bra, she stretched, admiring her long, lean legs, the curls of her trimmed bush inviting and erotic. Feeling naughty, she reached between her legs, her searching fingers spreading the moistening folds of her pussy.

"You’re getting quite a show for the first date, Mr. Bear!" she giggled.

Unhooking her bra, Jenne dipped her fingers under the thin lace of her bra, the cool air of the room hitting her naked breasts as she peeled it off. She twisted her nipples and the gentle pink areola puckered, obediently responding to her expert handling. "Mmmmnnnn." She cooed, sinking back onto the bed. All this thought of fantasies had her rather excited. The topic of the last e-mail had been questioning her masturbation habits and Jenne had found it to be rather exhilarating. She almost always fondled herself to orgasm after work and today was going to be no exception. She was sure that "FANTASIES FULFILLED" was really some poor nerd, anxiously waiting for her to respond 3; so she’d complied. In reality, the thought that she could have that type of erotic effect on someone was a turn-on all by itself.

Jenne lifted her head as she swept her curls across the pillow. She closed her eyes, caressing her cheeks and neck, embracing the sensation 3; her legs open, her brazen nakedness fuelling her arousal. She gently ran her fingers down over her bare collarbones, the light dance of her manicured fingers sending light chills of pleasure through her body. Jenne drew her knees up, loving the cool feel of the bed against her naked skin. She spread her legs wider, the cool air kissing over her moistening pussy. She drew her fingernails lovingly over her tits, the nipples tight and erect as they pointed to the ceiling alluringly. Jenne rubbed her breasts, cupping them, twirling and pinching her nipples between her fingers. She smoothed her palms flat over her stomach, feeling the soft, smooth skin yielding to her touch as her fingertips travelled ever closer to her pink treasure. She caressed her thighs, grazing her pussy as she passed over it, spreading her eager pussy-lips as she prepared to pleasure herself. Finally, she touched her pussy, a shiver escaping her, her breasts bobbing gently as she quivered. "MMmmnnn", she sighed, rubbing the pearl of her clit with the glistening moisture of her wet pussy. Moments later, she brought herself to climax, her hips bucking gently as she fantasised about the mystery man sending her e-mails. She imagined him, reclining on his bed, his hardened cock in his hand, feverishly stroking his erection. In her mind, she could see the tip twitching, the muscles of his stomach tightening, his curly hair flying, culminating finally in an explosion of sticky white cum spurting into the air, coming to rest on his stomach and chest. She rubbed her aching pussy. God, I could use a man right now she thought. She imagined "him", stroking himself as cum spilled from the tip of his cock, cascading over his hand, spilling onto his wrist and arm as he flushed red with passion. Jenne shivered once more, the last of her orgasm fading, the tingling in her pussy remaining. She reached over, dragging the comforter over her naked frame, her satisfied body drifting off into an erotic doze.

Jenne awoke less than an hour later with the apprehension that she was being watched. She sat up, the comforter falling back, her tits hanging sexily. She listened intently. Finally, convinced that nobody was in her flat, without dressing, she went to her computer. Jenne had mail waiting.

Clicking the letter icon, she spied a lone message from "FANTASIES FULFILLED" entitled "Masturbation Pictures". Concerned, she clicked on the attachment. There were 10 photos in all and they were all of Jenne. The first two were full body shots 3; one, showing her peeling off her blouse, her ample breasts pressing against her bra. The next one featuring her hose around her ankles, the subtle outline of her pubic hair obvious as she smiled at the camera. "Where the Hell did these come from? She panicked, instinctively covering her nakedness as she stared 3; riveted to the screen. The rest of the pictures were an explicit collection of Jenne, fondling herself, the final one clearly showing her face as she climaxed, her fingers buried deeply inside her pussy.

Jenne was mortified as erratic thoughts raced through her mind. She couldn’t imagine where these could have come from. She scrolled past the final picture and spied a caption underneath.

"Looking forward to fulfilling your fantasy. We’ll be watching."

Jenne was confused. How could this 3;? Still naked, she quickly entered the bedroom to dress. Her eyes spied the teddy-bear. She looked back at the computer screen across the room. Those were taken this afternoon! Furious, she grabbed the bear, tearing at the fabric, finally locating a small, camera sewn into his furry tummy. Jenne pulled on a large T-shirt and returned to the computer.

The letter icon was blinking again and Jenne quickly opened it. This message simply said 3;

"For your information 3;"

She couldn’t believe her eyes. The message was addressed to the Chairman of the Board at the company Jenne was working with. Jenne was one of dozens of "C.C.’s" attached to this message. As far as she could tell, these pictures had been forwarded to almost every e-mail address that the company had!

"Oh my God! Oh no, no no 3; " she repeated aloud, her fear and revulsion overwhelming her, tears of embarrassment welling in her beautiful blue-grey eyes. She absently clicked the picture file again. "Oh, no, 3; oh, fuck 3;" She focused through her tears as the photo clicked into place. These were the same pictures, but with her face blurred. Her panic turned to anger as she realised that with a little luck, nobody would recognise her. Then, her anger turned to terror as she realised that whoever "FANTASIES FULFILLED" was 3; she was in much too deep. And she seemed to be totally at their mercy.

After this incident, Jenne had tried to contact the sender of the e-mails. But, all her attempts came back marked "undeliverable". Her next few days at work were extremely nerve-racking, since the photos were the talk of the company. Thankfully, everyone assumed that they were simply pornography from the Internet. The idea that the subject was actually somebody from the company never seemed to cross anyone’s mind. Still, each time Jenne walked into a room, she couldn’t help but be afraid that someone would recognise her. At this point, all Jenne could do was wait for further instructions. And when a new message appeared, she couldn’t help but feel a mixture of fear and arousal. This "Fantasy company" had gotten her attention. Either way, she now treated correspondence from them with a new respect.

Back in the office, her thoughts turned back to the questionnaire. She had signed off permission waivers, and the frightening thing was that she had mentioned a great many of her desires and daydreams. But she had no idea which fantasy this company had chosen. She had no name to contact, no idea who could be involved, 3; and absolutely, no way to stop it once it started.

She clicked on "Your Fantasy." The screen flickered and the message opened. She scrolled down and her heart skipped a beat as she read what was written below. It simply said 3;

"Your Fantasy has Begun." -End

" 3; You must follow these instructions to the letter; failure to do so in any way will be seen as non-compliance. You will be in breach of the conditions of the contracts into which you entered."

Jenne felt the sweat begin to form soft droplets on her forehead and she hardly dared reading the rest of the mail. She had filled in that questionnaire thinking it was a prank and things were becoming decidedly scary now. She steeled herself against the possibilities and read on. It contained the instructions that she was to follow. Did she or didn't she? Was this a sick joke or reality? God, she hoped it was a sick joke! Her mind ran back over the questionnaire that she had completed and sent. Stupidly, she had not followed her own safety advice and saved a draft of the returns that contained her answers. She'd been honest when she had filled it. God, it filled her with dread as she thought about what she had actually revealed. Her inner thoughts and deviant fantasies had been on that mail, and now someone had every tiny detail of her sexual likes, dislikes and history, on a file somewhere. She remembered some small print at the bottom of the page but she just didn't read it. Was she stupid or what? Of all the people who should of known better, it should have been her. It was what she did for a living after all 3; Net Security.

Just what fantasy had they actually picked? There had been so many. She sure as hell hoped now that it wasn't the really, really bad one. It was a fantasy, but that's how she wanted it to remain 3; a fantasy. It couldn't be 3; could it?

She read further down the mail and what she saw began to really frighten her. Just what the hell had she gotten into? The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she read.

"You are due to host a meeting tomorrow morning; you are to wear the items that have been delivered to your flat this afternoon."

Her mind flashed, she was due to meet the "Board of Directors" tomorrow to present a resume of the work that she had completed now that the new security measures were in operation. That was a joke. She had implemented the measures and now found herself in this fix. Should she take this seriously or not? What if? Glancing at her watch she realised that it was time to head home. With a sigh of relief she left the office, but once on the tube, her thoughts began to ponder the mail that she had received. Who the hell was sending these mails? Before she had time to contemplate to much, she found herself on her own doorstep.

She opened the front door and noticed packages that had been placed out of view of the public, but where she would see them. She looked at them for a while. She even went back into the flat and tried to ignore them. But eventually, they pulled her in and she had to open them. Jenne sat them on the kitchen table and carefully unwrapped the neatly bound packages. Inside the first parcel, was a business suit. The skirt was short 3; very short, and cut in such a way that it would be tight across her figure when she wore it. The second contained a silk shirt, exquisitely cut, with the most beautiful ornate buttons. The third 3;a set of lingerie. It was the type of lingerie that Jennne had always dreamed of wearing. Designer lingerie 3; nothing short of the best. White, lacy, beautifully cut and styled. The package also contained a pair of sheer stockings and a set of black heels. These were higher than she normally wore and Jenne wondered, as she looked at them how the hell she was supposed to walk in them. She slipped them onto her feet and tried them out. They proved to be a beautiful fit and were easier to walk in than she had imagined. Hang on, how the hell did they know her shoe size? Shit, she must have put it in that questionnaire. What else had she put? She couldn't think. That was what scared her more than anything else. The fact that she couldn't remember just what she had written.

The note attached to the packages was typed, and simply reminded her to be at the meeting tomorrow. What the hell did the meeting mean? It was just a normal meeting. OK 3; she was new to the company and didn't really know the Board. But, it was just part of this particular job, wasn't it? She retired for the night after neatly hanging the suit and shirt on a hanger. She did not sleep well that night 3; she'd always lived life on the edge, but this scared the hell out her.

The following morning she rose early and showered. She stared at the lingerie laid neatly on the bed. Should she, shouldn't she? Questions, questions. She took a deep breath and began to place each item over her freshly bathed and buffed skin. The feel of the silky fabric made her feel like a queen. God, this was one sexy outfit! The stockings were sheer and felt good as she rolled them, one by one, over her long, slender legs. The bra fit her pert breasts perfectly, and the belt that secured the stockings to her legs was beautifully, hand-embroidered with small pearls sewn into the material. The panties slid over the stockings and fit her shapely bottom eloquently. She stood in front of the mirror and admired herself. She reached forward and touched the material of the bra. God, this felt so damn sexy. Pity she didn't have a man to share it with. She glanced at the time. She had three quarters of an hour to get to work. She placed the silk shirt over the lingerie and again looked in the mirror. The bra lifted her breasts even further giving the appearance of them being even more pert than they were. Slipping the skirt over her hips, she smoothed it down and checked that no creases were visible. The panties could hardly be seen through the dark material, but there was just a hint of them being there. Her jacket on, she slipped into the shoes that had been provided, picked up her briefcase and made her way to the tube station.

Jenne felt as sexy as she looked as she walked, the material of the panties rubbing against the tight skirt. She noticed the looks that she received as she made her way to work that morning. Normally she didn't even rate a slight glance, but the effect of these clothes was unbelievable. She had tied her long blonde hair up this morning and maybe this was what had added to the attraction. As she entered the building she worked in, even the security officer seemed to notice her for once.

She made her way to her temporary office and turned on the PC. Better check the mail she thought. As she opened the inbox her heart began to pound once more. It was another e-mail from "FANTASIES FULFILLED". What now? She opened the mail and began with some trepidation to read what it contained.

"Good to see that so far you have obeyed your orders, my dear. Continue to please me and everything will work out fine."

She looked around. Who the hell was this? How did they know? Was it the security guard? Who the hell? She felt sick as she read on.

"I look forward to seeing your presentation later this morning"

Ed leaned back in his chair, surveying the trinkets and props in his office. He was amazed at how willing Jenne had been to share with him via e-mail. He was even more shocked how quickly and completely she had complied with the messages and questions he’d sent her. "FANTASIES FULFILLED" had deep pockets and it had been relatively easy for him to set himself up as a Chairman of the Board. In reality, the whole company was a false front and Jenne had been the target of the ruse from the beginning. They had completely manufactured the entire company especially for her. Ed had been designated her "Fantasy Co-ordinator" and upon seeing pictures of this lovely young woman, he knew this would be a Fantasy to remember 3; for both of them.

Ed tilted back, kicking his feet up onto his desk and clicked the mouse of his computer, bringing up the photos of Jenne. She was gorgeous and he felt himself getting turned on thinking of her. She was "special" and he had "special plans" for her as he felt his cock grow harder. The most intriguing and sexy thing about her was the plethora of choices that she gave him for fantasies. She’d expressed interest in Voyeurism, Masturbation, Sex with Strangers 3; and many more. In fact, Ed planned to try to grant more than one of her choices 3; including one that she had only hinted at. And even better for him, he planned to join in her fantasy 3; something he hadn’t done in a very long time.

Ed was dressed impeccably, the fine tailored Italian suit made just for him. It was a dark, Navy blue, with fine charcoal black pinstripes. His tie was red silk, splashed with a print of deep purple and burgundy against his pristine white dress shirt. His brown hair was trim, but long, the curls in back lapping at his starched collar. Ed was one of those rare breeds of men that positively oozed confidence. He was used to getting what he wanted and he usually did. His eyes were his best feature, he thought as he perused his reflection in the mirror. A cool, green-blue, they smouldered and burned intensely. When you looked at them the first time, you saw the gentle, kind side. But, look deeper 3; and the fire that burned within them was clearly visible. His eyes had a magnetism all of their own, and Ed was only too well aware of this effect. He was good looking, but with a boyish charm and he took pride in his appearance. He exercised regularly and it showed. His body was well toned, not too muscled, but just right for his frame. The suit and cotton shirt stretched tightly across his torso, offering a glimpse of the toned body that lay beneath them. His hands were large, with perfectly manicured nails, and they had little trouble spanning the keyboard in front of him. As he glanced once more at his reflection he smiled. He was one hell of a guy, and boy, did he know it. Ed looked at his watch. Time to meet Jenne in person.

A bit intimidated, Jenne entered the Chairman of the Board’s office. She was surprised to see someone so young 3; and so good looking. He smiled at her and motioned for her to sit down.

"Your presentation has been postponed until tomorrow at 10:00am." He remarked casually.

Jenne was confused. They were the one’s who had requested the survey and analysis and she was ready to present her findings and recommendations.

"I’ll be concise my dear. We’ve had a security breach here. These ‘photos’ that everyone received are only one example of that." Jenne winced at the comment, afraid of where this may be going. Ed continued. "What’s more, there are some very ‘delicate’ files that have been tampered with via computer. To be honest, you’re one of the only people who had the access or expertise to do it."

Jenne was horrified! She’d done no such thing! In fact, she didn’t even know what this company was all about. She’d spent all her time dealing with networks, cabling, monitors, the ‘layout’ of the business 3; not the ‘workings’ of the business. She began to speak and Ed stopped her 3; holding up his hand.

"Now, before you speak 3; I want you to know where you stand. I’ve hired another company to do an investigation. That will be completed by 5pm today. If you’ve done nothing wrong 3; you’ll be vindicated." Ed paused, looking into Jenne’s worried face. "I’ve arranged for you to use the vacant office next to mine for the day, rather than your previous quarters. You’re not to leave 3; and you’re comply with any request that happens to be made of you in order to aid in this investigation. If you do not comply with WHATEVER is asked of you 3; not only will your services be terminated, we will be forced to press charges. Even if we’re wrong and you’re vindicated, it will surely ruin your business credibility."

Jenne was visibly upset and Ed paused, his tone becoming more gentle. "Jenne? 3; " He asked. She looked at him, wanting to scream and declare her innocence. "Did you do this?" He asked calmly.

"NO, of course not!" she responded pleadingly. "I have no interest in anything other than doing a complete and effective job!"

Ed smiled. He could see that something inside her had broken. He had her completely at his mercy 3; her fear was in charge. And right now, more than anything 3; she feared what he could do to her.

"Good." His face softened and he stood up, coming out from behind his desk. Jenne couldn’t help but see how perfectly his trousers were tailored, the pleats perfectly pressed in front. He had taken his coat off and the crisp white shirt outlined his strong broad shoulders well. She absently admired his tight, compact bottom and the smooth, unhurried pace of his movement. He moved around behind her 3; casually placing his hands on her shoulders. "Then you have nothing to fear."

Ed’s powerful hands began to massage her shoulders and for some reason she began to relax a bit.

"I have big plans for you 3;" Jenne sighed as he rubbed the tension from her shoulders, the open neck of her blouse yawning open as he massaged. She knew he was looking, the swell of her breasts visible as he dug his thumbs into the flesh of her shoulders.

"Undo the top button of your blouse, please." He remarked casually without stopping.

The request broke the spell. Shocked, Jenne responded. "What? Are you mad? 3; NO!"

Ed’s hands didn’t miss a beat as they continued to rub and massage. "I want to clarify your situation." He said in a businesslike manner. "I will expect COMPLETE compliance from you for the rest of the day!" Now, his grip was becoming firmer and his hands slid higher, encircling her slender, smooth neck menacingly. "And, I WILL destroy your career if I don’t get it."

The scene was surreal and Jenne couldn’t believe that it was truly happening. She felt the warmth of his hands around her neck and it occurred to her that her nipples were completely erect. What’s more, her inner feelings were in turmoil and her pussy was wet with the erotic excitement. Without a word, she slowly reached up and with a flick of her wrist, she opened the ornate button of her blouse. Her fingertips slid inside the folds of her shirt and she spread the soft, silk so that Ed could see the delicate and alluring material of her bra. Her aroused and taut nipples formed points through the bra and she leaned her head back slightly, allowing him a more clear view. The delicate, white skin of her neck and chest was breathtaking and Ed could smell the elegant fragrance of her perfume. She tightly closed her eyes and felt his fingers slide forward, releasing their grip on her neck. Ed leaned over her, his hands caressing her collarbones and chest. He slipped his fingers under the soft lace of her bra, cupping and roughly squeezing her tits. Jenne gasped and a slight moan escaped her lips as he roughly twisted her nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

"Mmmnnnn. That’s better." He commended her, fondling her breasts. "Now, do you understand, complete compliance?"

She breathlessly nodded, the slick, wet feeling between her legs seeping onto her panties.

"Good." He released his grip on her tits, sliding his hands away, leaving her breasts exposed, the lace of her bra fervently bunched beneath them. "Now, I have a meeting to go to. I want you to go to the office next door and make yourself at home. There is an 11" x 14" inter-office envelope on the desk. I want you to remove your panties, stockings and bra and send them back to me. There is a computer in there, so you can do some work if you have any with you. You may not button or arrange your blouse at all until you enter the office next door. You may go now."

Somehow, Jenne made it to the office next door. She slammed the door behind her, relieved to have some privacy at last. The effect that Ed had had on her had thrown her off guard. She was used to being in charge these days, never before had a man been able to control her like that. It frightened her, and yet, at the same time 3; it excited her. Her nipples ached for relief as she tried to make herself decent. She slumped into the chair and held her head in her hands, searching for answers that were impossible to find. Her pussy ached for relief, her nipples still tingling from Ed’s expert touch.

Jenne tried desperately to collect herself 3; trying to make some sense of all this. This hadn’t been part of a fantasy that had been detailed on that damn questionnaire 3; or had it? She looked around at the unfamiliar office that Ed had reserved for her use. It was bland, apart from the desk that housed the computer and the chair that she was seated at. At least it afforded her some privacy, she thought as she glanced round at the door once more. She got up and locked the door instinctively. She needed time to think. She knew that he could ruin everything she had worked so damn hard to build over the last 5 years. One bad word in the security business was the kiss of death to any credibility that you might have once been afforded.

She noticed the envelope that had been casually thrown on the desk. She remembered his parting words. Did he really mean what he had said? Yes. Of that she had no doubts 3; the tone in his voice had convinced her of that much. She sat lost in thought for sometime, before she made her decision. What choice did she have but to obey his commands? To submit to his will? This was her own doing. If only she had sent that e-mail to the recycle bin where it had belonged. Why hadn't she? She tried desperately to think of a valid reason, but one eluded her.

Jenne’s thoughts returned to the envelope. She sighed as she began to remove her blouse and she wished that Ed were here doing the removing. She wanted to feel his strong hands caress her skin as they had done before. The blouse slipped over her shoulders and she reached behind and unclasped the white bra that held her aching breasts in place. Her nipples were still swollen and she couldn’t resist touching them gently as they were released into the cool air of the office. She pictured Ed's hands as they had been a few minutes ago, using her own hands to mimic his actions. She kneaded her nipples just as he had done. The feeling was delicious, as she recalled the strange situation. She remembered the aroma of his aftershave, the cut of his suit 3; the smile on his face as she had left him.

Jenne reached down and began to remove the tight skirt that had made her feel so sexy on the way to work. Sliding it to the floor, she stood in the office in just her stockings, suspenders and panties. Placing her leg on the chair, she unclasped the buckle that fastened her black stockings to the suspender belt and began to peel it over her soft, long legs. She repeated the action as she removed the other stocking, and stretching forward, she dropped the stockings and bra into the brown envelope. She then removed the belt and finally sat back down in the chair. Jenne reached down between her thighs and felt the moisture that had collected between them. As she had done yesterday, she began to stroke the thin, damp material with her fingers. She wished that it were Ed's fingers that were doing this as she proceeded to remove the damp panties and place them into the envelope. She spread her legs wide as she sat naked in the chair, enjoying the feelings and the emotions that the thought of Ed was producing in her brain. She began to massage her clit, while she tweaked her nipples. It was not long before the orgasm that she craved washed over her. Her breasts heaved and bobbed as she slumped in the chair, both her body and brain exhausted.

As Jenne began to recover; embarrassment set in as she felt ashamed of what she had just done. Quickly, she dressed in the few remaining garments that he had permitted her. How the hell she was suppose to return the items to him? The spell that he had cast over her spurred her on and she smoothed down the short skirt and sat at the desk once more. She switched on the PC and opened a note pad; she typed 3; her hands trembling as she did so. No man had ever made her feel like this before. She tried to map out the events so far 3; to make some sense of them. Was there a pattern? No. The more sense she tried to make of her predicament the more questions it raised. She gave up the futile pursuit and instead concentrated on the envelope once more. What the hell did he want her panties for?

Her heart sunk as she realized once again, that she had little choice but to comply with his request. Slowly, she picked up the envelope and unlocked the door. She peered down the corridor and when she was sure the coast was clear she stole out. Her heart pounded in her chest, her bare breasts bouncing as she moved. Jenne tried the door to his office. Locked. Had she really expected it to be open? How the hell was she supposed to return these items to him if she didn't have access to his office?

She hesitated for a moment, her nakedness under her clothing stimulating and sexy, then went to his secretary’s desk. Picking up a red pen she wrote the words: URGENT on the envelope. Then, locating a black pen, she wrote, "For the attention of the Chairman", followed by the address of the company. She placed it on the desk and hoped that his secretary would return before he did. She slipped back into the office, relieved, and finally let out the breath that she had been holding.

Again Jenne fell back into the chair, looking at the clock that flashed on her PC. She wondered what was next. She tried to work but her mind wondered again and again. Each time she had her thoughts under control they once more wandered to the events of the last 24 hours. She thought about Ed, 3; the way he had made her feel. She wanted him to touch her, to feel his presence once more, but at the same time, the thought frightened her. She revelled in his power, but felt powerless to resist his orders and this was invigorating and frightening. Why he was having this effect on her, she could only guess. She tried to work. Watching the clock, feeling vulnerable, she waited for her next instruction.

Ed’s face spread into a huge grin as he opened the door to his office. It was almost 4PM and he had already sent his secretary home. There on his desk, was the envelope Jenne had prepared for him. He peeled off his jacket and hung it on a hangar in the corner before settling into his chair. He opened the envelope and was greeted with the overwhelming scent of Jenne’s sex mingled with the soft, fragrant aroma of her perfume. He fished her stockings out, the womanly smell of her lotion still clinging to them. Her bra was unbelievably soft and he could only imagine it cupping and enveloping Jenne’s pert, adorable breasts. He pulled out the lacy white panties and was delighted to feel that they were still damp. Apparently, his actions had had the desired effect on her and he held the panties up to his nose, the musky smell of her pussy filling the air. He punched the intercom button.

"Jenne, come in here please." He said assertively.

She appeared at the door seconds later, a concerned but wanton look on her face. Her blue-grey eyes blazed 3; not with anger. It was something else. Desire? Hmmn, he would certainly find out. The soft silk of her blouse tantalised her breasts and her nipples were pointed, protruding through the sheer, sexy material. She anxiously and absently tugged at the short skirt, obviously aware of her nakedness beneath. She moved toward him, her blonde hair tussled, her tits bobbing wonderfully as she walked on the high, spiked heels.

"Have a seat." Ed offered.

"I think I’ll stand." Jenne responded stubbornly. There was no way she could sit in a skirt this short with nothing on underneath. What was more, she still couldn’t believe what was happening, and she wasn’t about to give him a free look that easily. Ed was a very elegant and sexy character 3; but Jenne was used to being in charge and she liked it that way.

Ed frowned a bit. "Have you forgotten what we talked about this morning? I said 3; SIT!" He began to stand, his tone and demeanour turning dark momentarily.

Jenne sat down quickly, her resolve gone and she squirmed, trying to find a way to sit without giving him a direct look at her rapidly dampening pussy. Her breasts bounced as she came to rest in her seat and that apparently pleased him because he smiled, his gaze fixed to the points her nipples were making against her blouse. She saw her undergarments strewn across his desk and wondered worriedly what was going to happen next.

"You were told to comply COMPLETELY. That little indiscretion will count against you, I’m afraid." He gently ran his fingers over the lace of her panties as he spoke. "Open your legs and raise your skirt."

Jenne opened her mouth in protest. "What are you doing? I’ve done nothing wrong. You can’t treat 3;"

Ed shot her a glare that made her stop in mid-sentence and she realized that she’d done it now. She’d stepped over the edge.

"Open your legs and raise your skirt. This is NOT a request." He said curtly.

Jenne did as she was told, the pink folds of her pussy glistening beside the neatly trimmed curls of her pubic hair. She closed her eyes a bit, amazed at the control he had over her. The power of his will was too strong to disobey.

"Mmmmmnnn. Very beautiful. I think I’d like to taste you. But first, you need to be reprimanded." Ed looked serious. "Stand up and undress."

Jenne stood and nervously, she undid the ornate buttons of the blouse working from her waist up. As she undid the top button, her blouse fell open and she instinctively slid it back off her shoulders, her back arching, her tits pointing incredibly at the ceiling. Jenne stole a glance at Ed. He was watching her intently 3; smiling slightly to show her his pleasure.

Jenne reached behind her and undid the clasp of her skirt. Then, with a hurried tug, she unzipped it, releasing her grasp simultaneously 3; allowing it to simply drop to her ankles. She stepped out of it carefully, leaving her heels on. Her nakedness brazen and complete.

"My God, you ARE beautiful." Ed remarked lovingly. Jenne shyly smiled, a part of her wondering why she cared if this man thought she was beautiful.

"Come closer." He commanded.

Jenne did and he reached out, taking her wrists and pulling them forward. He put her hands on the desk, palms flat, so that she had to lean over, her ass deliciously exposed, the throbbing pink of her pussy peeking from between her legs. Her mind raced. Subconsciously, she knew what was coming.

TWAAAACK!

Jenne winced with pain, the open palm of Ed’s hand squarely contacting the pastel-white flesh of her soft, delicious bottom. "Oh my God! He’s spanking me!" she thought incredulously.

TWAAACK! TWAAAACK! TWAAACK! The blows rained down on her and Jenne was overcome with the erotic nature of the play they were enacting. Her tits bounced playfully as she braced herself against the force of his hand. Finally, with her bottom stinging, the warm red imprints of his fingers outlined against her cheeks. He stopped. A tear lingered on the tip of Jenne’s nose, leaving a tiny trail of moisture from her eye. Her pussy was soaked, a delightful contrast to the raging, stinging, tingling sensation of her bottom. Jenne was immersed in the excitement of the experience and barely felt him gently part her legs further, her body still leaning over the desk.

Quietly, Ed lowered his hands to her hips, softly kissing and nibbling the angry red welts raising on her bottom. Jenne sighed as she mentally embraced the touch of his lips on her soft, milky-white skin. Then, when she least expected it, he slid his tongue into the pulsing, pink slit of her pussy. "Ooohhhhhhh", she moaned. "Oh yessssss 3;"

His tongue lapped hungrily at her steaming cunt and he could feel her body rock with pleasure as she spewed her pussy juice onto his chin. He was overcome with the scent of her sex and he eagerly licked her throbbing pussy-lips 3; the taste of her arousing and irrepressible to him. When the waves of her orgasm subsided, he left her crotch, standing and turning her to face him.

Jenne looked dreamily at him. He took her into his arms and kissed her 3; the first contact of their lips causing him a thrill that he knew he’d never experience again. His tongue probed her sweetness, twirling and tasting her, the remnants of her pussy strong and erotic in his mouth. His mind raced as he took her 3; "This woman is special," he thought. And he couldn’t wait for the culmination of his plan.

As Ed released her, he looked at this completely naked beauty and he crossed back to his side of the desk. He seated himself in his chair as she eagerly watched him, her gaze going to the incredible bulge in his pants.

"Come here and please me." He instructed. "But, when I cum 3; I must cum "on" these." Ed held her almost forgotten lace panties in his hand. "After you’re finished 3; you’ll wear them home." With that, he leaned his head back and waited for Jenne to come to him.

Jenne kicked the heels from her feet and moved closer, holding his eyes with hers as she did so. She wanted him now. She wanted to feel his body crushed against her naked form. She drew on all her reserves as she dropped down and knelt in front of this wonderfully, powerful man. She reached forward and tentatively touched his chest. She no longer feared him. She wanted him 3; and he wanted her. But at this moment in time, she felt as though she was in control. She traced her fingertips over his muscular chest enjoying the feel of the cotton fabric of his shirt under her fingers, beginning to unbutton his shirt. As she revealed the tanned flesh beneath it, she allowed her breasts to brush against his bare skin. Her nipples stood to attention and she immediately forgot the burning, tingling sensation that still invaded her bottom. She began to kiss his firm chest. She used her tongue trailing over the flesh as a snail would a tasty tender young plant. Reaching his belly button, she toyed with it for awhile. Kissing and caressing it. Occasionally blowing warm air over his chest, then licking the area. From the moans that were coming from Ed, she was doing OK.

As she continued to use her tongue to toy with him, Jenne allowed her hands to wander. First, she felt his thick, manly thighs, her hands gliding over the fabric of his suit. She reached his groin and she gasped as she realised just how big the bulge in his trousers actually was. Gently, she began to explore. He moaned as she did so and she sighed, wanting him now more than ever. She undid the zipper on his trousers and began to explore their contents. Feeling the smooth surface of his silk shorts, she slid her hand over them. He dropped his pants down over his legs now. Jenne knew he wanted her now 3; she could feel the urgency in his actions. She was in the driving seat now, and she was damned if he was going to change that. The thought drove her on. She freed his cock from his shorts, but not before she had teased it a little through the smooth fabric. Her tongue gravitated toward the area of it's own free will and she tasted him through the material first 3; the smoothness of the fabric contrasting beautifully against the hard, heated object that it concealed. She began to tug at the material, pulling them down 3; wanting to touch 3; to taste his cock. As the material surrendered to her efforts and slid over his thighs, his cock sprung forward. She delightedly jumped as it did so; it was definitely larger than she had thought.

Her tongue reached forward, touching the liquid that glistened from its tip. The taste was delicious and her taste buds tried to make sense of it 3; slightly salty but with it's own delicate sweetness. She began to lick it as she would a lollipop. Relishing the taste, the smell. She wanted to make him come now, but at her pace, not his. She placed her lips around his cock. It pulsed as she began to feed it into her mouth. Taking it slowly, feeling every inch slide through her lips. She felt every vein, every ridge, as she began to pump it slowly. She reached up and searched for her panties, using them to massage his balls as she continued to suck his cock. Her tongue circled the head of his cock as she pumped it deeper into her throat, swallowing as much as she could. She brought her hand that contained the panties up and encircled his cock with them as she continued to take his cock into her mouth. She felt him twitch inside her wet, warm, mouth and instinctively knew he would not last much longer. He was watching, she knew that. She buried her head and began to lick his balls as she massaged his cock with her panty filled hand. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she pumped and licked. Finally, he lost it; he let out a long, low groan as his cock erupted releasing his hot, salty seed all over her panties and her face. She licked at the liquid as it hit her skin. He produced a lot more than most of the men she had been with in the past, and she liked that. In moments, her panties were soaked in the liquid that he had just produced.

He raised her to him gently, caressing her in his arms as he did so. The gentleness he now displayed was a complete contrast to the man who had disciplined her earlier. She felt safe, comfortable 3; even cherished, as she lay in his arms. Then, just as quickly, her apprehension returned as he ordered her to stand once more.

"Now, Jenne the panties, if you please."

She remembered his words 3; "you must wear them." She placed the sodden panties gingerly over her legs; they felt strange now, damp but nice. Jenne could feel his cum smearing all over her most restricted, most private areas 3; and it excited her. It was an intimate and forbidden secret 3; one shared only with Ed.

" Very good, 3;that was very good, " he smiled at her as he uttered the words.

Jenne awoke the next morning to a persistent knocking at her door. She glanced at the clock by her bed and muttered to herself as she wrapped a robe around her. Who the hell is that at 5:00 in the morning? When she opened the door, she discovered another package waiting for her on the doorstep. Looking around carefully, she gathered it in and returned to her bedroom.

Jenne had arrived home the night before confused. After their last encounter, Ed had simply said "good night" and left. He had indicated that the independent company had just finished their study and the report would be on his desk at 8AM the next morning. He reminded her that her presentation was at 10AM and that he would expect her to be in "her office" at 8AM sharp. "I’ll inform you of their findings prior to your presentation 3; if it is needed at all." He’d said. Then, with a very tender kiss, he’d been gone.

She’d gone directly to her computer upon arriving home and had been frustrated to see that her in-box was empty. What was she supposed to do next? She’d kept the computer on all evening, anticipating some type of instruction or message. Finally, as the evening wore on, her thoughts were caught up with other things, and she’d fallen into bed, eagerly and a bit worriedly anticipating the next day’s events

Now, as she unwrapped the package, she found her proposed outfit for the day. It was a fabulous Royal-Blue business suit. The jacket was cut perfectly for a woman of her size and she was not surprised to see that the skirt was just as short as the one she’d been given the previous day. There was also a pair of heels included and she slipped one on, anticipating and correctly assuming that they’d fit perfectly. She shook her head. "How do they know my sizes so well? Hell, even I have to try on a couple pairs before I find some that fit like this!" She mused.

Jenne continued to root around in the box and discovered another silk blouse as beautiful as the one from the previous day. This only real difference was that this one was a very sheer, delicate, and elegant ivory colour. Directly underneath was a matching camisole, some beautiful, and very tiny, silk panties and a pair of ivory hued stockings. Jenne’s fingertips absently caressed the stockings as she took in the elegant sexiness of the outfit. Her thoughts turned to Ed 3; the feel of his powerful frame, the smell of his skin, the soft curls of his hair 3; the taste of his cock in her mouth. Jenne smiled a bit nervously. "Well, I guess it’s time to get ready for work."

Jenne showered and after drying her golden blonde hair, she stood nude in front of her full length mirror. She felt almost embarrassed to admit it, but she liked what she saw. Her skin was smooth and soft and she slowly slipped the ivory stockings onto her naked frame. She tugged them gently, the tops snugly hugging her soft, inner thighs. "No garter belt needed for these." She smoothed the stockings with a loving touch and admired the contrast of the ivory colour against the soft peach-white of her skin, as well as the golden brown of her pubic hair against the pastel pink of her pussy-lips. She felt incredibly sexy, and she tugged on the tiny silk panties, the slick, cool material barely covering her sex. Then, after rubbing lotion all over body, she pulled the camisole over her head, wondering how it would look without a bra. She grinned a wicked grin, happy she had a jacket. It was an intriguing sight. Her pert, perky breasts were firm and high, the nipples erect against the velvety silk top. Her tits swayed gently as she moved and when she buttoned the blouse over the camisole, she was relieved that it looked rather elegant and feminine 3; not a bit sleazy. In fact, the soft imprints of her nipples shone slightly and the soft movement of her tits was beautiful in a subtle, intimate way. She stepped into the short, royal-blue skirt and smoothing her blouse, she zipped it up, marvelling at the way the colours enhanced and played off of each other. She pulled on the jacket and stepped into the matching heels, growing several inches immediately. The lines of her heels formed an intoxicating shape with the womanly slope of her calves, thighs and hips and the tight, short skirt barely hid the ornate design of the tops of her hose, the delicate design at the top of her thighs peeking out intermittently.

As she sat down in "her office", Jenne was a little disappointed that Ed wasn’t in yet. She was excited and a little anxious to hear what the report on his desk had to say. At the same time, she was confident that everything was going to work out for the best. As the morning slipped away, her nervousness grew. Especially when Ed’s secretary went into his office and retrieved the envelope, disappearing down the hall before returning empty-handed. By 9:00AM, Jenne was concerned that she wouldn’t find out what was inside until it was time for her presentation. She checked her e-mail again. There was nothing to do but wait. Finally, at 9:42AM, the intercom rang and she recognised Ed’s voice.

"Jenne, my dear!" He said cheerfully. "How are you this morning? Did you get the package?"

Jenne smiled. So it WAS from Ed. "I’m fine. Yes, I got it. I loved everything 3; did you get the results of your report?"

Ed’s voice was serious. "I did 3; and I’m sure that with some explanation and 3; ‘charm’, everything will be forgiven. We’ll discuss it before your presentation."

There was something cryptic in his words and Jenne instantly became worried. "Wait 3; what do you mean? I’d like to see it before 3;"

Ed cut her off. "Meet me in the Board Room. Everyone is waiting for you now. "

Jenne made her way to the boardroom. She opened the door and was confronted by a large table at which 12 men were seated. Ed stood and led her in, guiding her to the empty place next to his head chair. She took a deep breath as she entered and she felt all twelve pairs of eyes follow her as she did so. She placed her briefcase next to the one remaining place at the table and took her seat 3; wondering what the hell was going to happen next.

Ed greeted her with a warm smile 3; his manner serious, but calming. Jenne studied him. Another well-cut suit covered the body that she had begun to explore only yesterday. She wanted to explore him again, but this time she needed him to take her all the way 3; to give her the ultimate satisfaction that he managed to make her crave whenever he was near her. Never before had any man had this much control over her. She stood next to him, the heels giving her extra height. This made her feel better, more equal, nearer his level. She knew he had the power in this situation, but she needed to cling to the thought that she was still his equal. At least when she had had his cock buried deep in her throat, she had been in control. He snapped her back to reality as he began to introduce the board.

Ed introduced each member of the board individually and she studied each one carefully. She had to admit all the prestige in that room, 3; all those men in suits turned her on. Then again, maybe it was just one man that was really making her feel that way. Jenne had always had a thing for men in suits. She just couldn't stand the casual look that had become so popular. Nothing like a handsome man in a well tailored suit to get her blood flowing, not to mention her juices. She felt the panties that she had placed on herself that morning begin to dampen as she stood before them all.

She began to give some brief background about her company as professionally as she could. Her mind was still wondering what all this was really about and she was having trouble focusing on the task at hand. She asked if there were any questions before she began outlining her findings.

"I have one." said one of the members, "Why haven't I met you before? I didn't realise that we had employed such a vision of loveliness lately." The rest of the board laughed. Jenne went bright red and became tongue-tied. She tried desperately to pull some quick-witted jib out of her head but it just wouldn't come from her mouth.

"Don't look so worried, it was a compliment." Ed smiled. He looked at the others and continued. "Yes, she is very ‘photogenic’, don’t you think?"

With that, Ed slid a manila folder to Jenne. She picked it up, expecting the results of the dreaded report. Instead, she was horrified to see a complete set of her masturbation pictures 3; her face clear and obvious. Ed continued to talk as Jenne’s mind raced. Of course he had them! Why hadn’t he told her? What did this mean? What did he want from her? She was panicking inside and suddenly became aware that he was talking aloud.

" 3; so you see, she is one person who could possibly have altered these files." Ed paused, the silence in the room deafening. "Now, although we have grounds to press charges against her, the evidence is circumstantial at best. I personally think that she is innocent and I’m sure that with some honesty and ‘compliance’, Jenne can convince us of her innocence. "

Ed paused, the members of the Board watching him intently. "Jenne, would you agree to try to convince us of your innocence?" The Board sat in silence, all eyes on Jenne. She shifted in her chair, terrified of the ramifications of these accusations.

"Of course," She reassured them, " 3;whatever I need to do to comply with your investigation."

"Splendid!" Ed resounded. "Here let me help you up on the table."

Ed stood and taking Jenne by the hand, led her out of her chair. Jenne was confused by his comment and muttered to him as he slid a stool out from under the large, conference table. "What? 3;ON the table?"

"Yes, yes 3; step up." He urged her, leading her up onto the table. Jenne was shocked and confused and moments later, she found herself standing on the table 3; the shortness of the skirt scandalous and embarrassing. All the men in the room sat happily, the tops of her stockings in full view. Jenne straightened up, tugging unsuccessfully at the skirt 3; desperately trying to cover herself. Ed caught her eye and he smiled lovingly, the fire and passion in his eyes unmistakable.

Jenne looked down at the men that surrounded her. She watched them as they, in turn observed her. She couldn't remove her panties in front of all these men, could she? She felt the sweat between to trickle down between her breasts. Her heart raced as she looked at Ed. From the expression on his face she knew that she had no say in the matter and she remembered his words. The strange thing was that as she stood on that table, surrounded by all those men, all that power, her panties became decidedly wetter by the second. Her business was on the line here, her credibility but...

She looked once more at Ed and finally made her decision. Her hands slid up her sleek thighs and she began to remove the panties. Her eyes were shut tight as she slipped them down over her legs. She knew only too well that she was being watched 3; that all these men surrounding the table would have a good view of her moisture soaked pussy. She kept her eyes closed as the panties reached her shoes. She deftly slipped them over her heels and stood on the table wondering what he going to do to her next. The photos had been bad enough, but this was humiliating. Why then was it turning her on so damn much? She felt her breasts heave as Ed began to speak once more, what now?

"Very nice. I'm sure you would agree gentlemen. Jenne open your eyes please"

Hesitantly she opened her eyes. She tried to look straight ahead but her eyes were drawn towards Ed's. Boy, did she feel stupid, standing there holding her sodden panties in one hand.

"Please come closer to the edge and walk around, Jenne"

Jenne stared at him in a state of disbelief. He was joking right? Hadn't he humiliated her enough? She already knew the answer to that question. She knew deep down that she would pay the ultimate price for something that she hadn't done. She moved closer to the edge of the table and began to parade in front of the men. They leered at her. She felt like a second rate stripper gram that they had hired for their entertainment. "Very nice" and "Beautiful pussy" were just some of the comments that she caught as she continued to parade like a horse in the paddock of a racecourse 3; each punter discussing the fillies’ merits with one another. She looked straight ahead as she walked, not wishing to see their faces. Finally Ed broke the spell.

"Now my dear if you would like to step down I'm sure some of these gentlemen would like to examine your resume further."

She froze as Ed offered his hand. What the hell did that mean? She had a pretty good idea. The idea made her shiver but her now erect nipples gave away the feelings that were beginning to bubble inside her. Jenne stepped from the table, trying to retain as much dignity in the act as she could. Not an easy task, first, in those heels and second, with 12 men eagerly watching her every move.

Jenne noticed that the two men that were seated now, had rather large bulges in the front of their trousers. Ed guided her round to his chair at the top of the table and motioned that she be seated. She did as she was told 3; the scene thick with a sense of surrealism. She tried to switch her emotions into a lower gear but didn't have a lot of success. She felt a surge of power as she sat in that chair. Now she was back on their level, but it was her, that they were observing. Ed circled behind her. His arms reached forward and he began to undo the buttons on the silk blouse that he had sent her. His touch captivated her, his hands so large 3; but so good at unclasping those delicate buttons. One by one, he slowly removed the buttons. As the last one gave way, he pulled her shirt open to expose her hardened nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of the camisole. Without pausing, Ed grasped the soft, loose neckline of the camisole and with a deft tug, ripped it sharply in half, the shrill sound of the tearing material breaking the silence. He roughly pulled the camisole apart, the last shred of her privacy disappearing as her heaving breasts spilled out onto display to the group gathered around the table. Ed pulled the jacket, blouse and camisole from her shoulders and pushed her firmly into the chair. All 11 pairs of eyed seated at that table, fell on her breasts. The nipples jumped as Ed began to knead them with his hands. She wanted to run from the room but at the same time, her senses reeled from the actions of his soothing hands and the eyes that watched their every move.

Ed addressed the men once more.

"Do these globes look like they belong to an innocent or guilty woman gentlemen?" he asked in a business-like manner. No one answered, and this seemed to agitate Ed. He pulled her nipples slightly harder, almost hurting her. She moaned as he did so, half from pleasure , half from pain.

"Would any of you like to investigate further?"

One lone voice piped up. "Yes please Sir"

This man’s comments spurred the others on and Jenne became alarmed once more as the men broke their silence and began to discuss the idea between themselves. 12 men. God, no not that. One would be enough 3; the one touching her right now to be exact. But, she had a feeling that this was the last thing he had in mind right now.

Ed ordered Jenne to stand once more and this time told her to remove her skirt since all the men would want to see all her resume before they decided on her guilt or innocence. She unzipped her skirt and because of it's tightness had to push it over her thighs. As it dropped to the floor, Ed pushed her gently but firmly back down onto the chair once more. He reached forward and parted her legs. She tried to resist the movement but had little choice in the matter. He raised her legs onto the arms of the chair and she thought she must have looked a sight. Jenne sat naked, apart from the ivory stockings and heels, with her legs spread wide, her pussy wet and glistening. Feasting their eyes on the alluring sight, Jenne worriedly looked into the faces of the men. She began to study them more closely now 3; studying their faces as they studied her resume. She hoped that it was a resume that would meet with their approval. She had a lot more than her modesty at stake here.

Ed reached forward and tenderly parted the outer lips of her pussy so they could get a better look. Jenne gasped with his touch, her eyes closing as she swooned. The atmosphere was electrifying, the air heavy with sexually charged currents. The look in the men’s eyes told Jenne that they liked what they saw, and as they watched, some began to fiddle with their zips under the table. The sound of 11 zips being unfastened in a room were you could hear a pin drop was almost deafening.

"Don't be shy gentleman, if I was in the situation that this young woman has found herself in I'm sure that I would be prepared to do anything in order to save my good business name." His tone was ominous now and Jenne knew exactly what his words meant. He broke from her and issued another of his commands. This time it was directed at her and it startled her.

"Jenne, I think we need a demonstration of how you arrived at these pictures." He picked the envelope up and threw the pictures haphazardly onto the table. The men looked at them and then looked at her once more. She realised what he meant and a cold shiver ran the length of her spine.

"Now." he bellowed at her.

She noticed then that several of the men must have been holding their cocks and gently masturbating as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. Slowly, the hand resting on her thighs began to creep slowly towards her mound. The only thought that filled her head at that point in time, was that she had to keep the business at all costs. She closed her eyes as her fingers began to explore her own pussy. She hadn't realised just how much the situation had really turned her on until that point. She plunged her fingers into her damp, moist pussy and began to writhe in the chair as she got lost in the thoughts within her own head. As she sat on the chair playing with her own cunt she became aware that someone was playing with her nipples once more. She jumped as they were teased and pulled.

Instinctively she knew that these were not Ed's hands 3; as these were far smaller and less experienced than his. She stopped what she was doing and sank back into the chair allowing the man to play with her nipples. She opened her eyes now and they were met by Ed's. He was sat on the table in front of her, watching the man play with her nipples, rubbing his hard cock with the heel of his hand through the finely tailored slacks of his suit 3; obviously enjoying the sights. She wanted him to take her, to feel that cock inside her, but 3;

Some of the other men rose and soon she was surrounded. At least 6 had stood and moved around her and they seemed to be waiting for a signal from Ed. It came soon enough. It wasn't a spoken command this time, but something in his eyes that told her that the signal had been given. Her hands were pulled to either side and soon they had a hard, pulsating cock placed in each of them. She tried her best to rub them in unison, but struggled. The two men to whom they belonged seemed to care little. Hands began to wander over her body and every nerve ending was stretched taught as they began to paw her like some prized possession. She kept her eyes firmly fixed on Ed's, their eyes communicating silently, until the point when a man turned her head to thrust a large cock into her mouth. She gulped and tried to catch her breath as the cock’s owner pulled her hair. He gave her no choice but to take his cock deeper and deeper.

The sensations washed over her, mingling into one divine feeling as she finally lost control of all thought. If they were all going to take her, she intended to enjoy the experience. Someone knelt in front of her and slowly began to use his tongue on her pussy. She moaned as she continued to suck the cock that had been presented to her. She needed no encouragement now, as that deft tongue worked on her pussy and hands explored her body.

"My, my Jennie what a change. Cock, do you want cock? Tell me that you want fucking by all these men." She glared at him. Was this part of the game he was playing? "Tell me. I want to hear you beg."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She wanted them now 3; needed them. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and she really needed a release. Despite herself, she spoke the words.

"Yes I want them, I want them now, pleeeese"

"Louder, please."

Jenne repeated the plea once more. She had never had to beg for sex before, but she was desperate for the release now. If this meant she would get it, then she would beg and beg. Ed turned and sent some signal to the men. He bent forward and gently whispered in her ear.

"You wish is my command, sweet one."

Suddenly it began to click into place 3; to make perfect sense. This was her fantasy 3; or at least one of them. Ed was in charge. He was orchestrating the whole thing for her pleasure, but it seemed that he was achieving his own as he watched her reactions.

The men moved forward once more and time seemed to slow to a stop. It seemed like they all converged on her at once. She was pulled to a standing position and it seemed that their hands were all over her 3; fondling her breasts 3; between her legs 3; parting the cheeks of her ass. Jenne gasped as one man sucked her nipple into his mouth, roughly teasing it between his teeth. At the same time, another man dropped his pants to the floor, stepping out of them, his enormous erection pointing to the sky. He took her right hand by the wrist, wrapping her fingers around his cock. Jenne took his cue and wildly jerked him off, while another man put his head between her legs to taste her. Her attention turned to the tongue between her legs as her left hand was put to work on another shorter, thicker penis. Jenne couldn’t believe what was happening and as she looked at the man on her left, she began to shudder with the work of the tongue in her pussy. Someone turned her head away, kissing her roughly and she felt warmth on her right hip. She pulled away from the kiss and realized that she’d been splattered with cum, the cock in her hand twitching as it spurted the remains over the back of her hand.

Jenne was being mauled now, and with several men around her, several between her legs, she stumbled slightly. As if on cue, Jenne felt herself being lifted. She was pulled onto the table, her arms and legs pulled in different directions. She was helpless and they all wanted a piece of her now. Jenne wildly looked around, her eyes falling on Ed. He sat back, fully clothed, watching. Jenne wanted him more than any or all of the others, and yet, he watched 3; holding court, controlling the situation so that it couldn’t get out of control. The others proceeded, stripping out of their clothing as she was overwhelmed by the rest.

Jenne’s legs were spread wide and several men continued to lap at her sopping pussy. Jenne moaned with desire as she jerked men off with both hands, only stopping when she felt the warm rush of wet, sticky cum spurt onto her. Finally, someone stepped forward, his hard, thick erection at the ready. Men moved aside and he plunged his throbbing penis into her trembling cunt.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh!" She screamed, her body jerking and spasming with the feeling. She clenched his penis with her legs and he pumped her madly, finally groaning with pleasure, pumping his seed inside her. He withdrew and before she could even stop tingling, his cock was replaced by another. Jenne moaned and spread her legs wider, her pussy throbbing, the semen inside her making the entry even wetter for the next man. In moments, he came also, spurting his load inside, then jerking his cock off, spurting the rest over her pubic hair and lower stomach. Jenne’s head was turned and someone thrust their cock into her mouth, she sucked hard as he fucked her mouth. At the same time, someone else began to enter her now swollen pussy, the cum and sweat covering her body. Simultaneously, they both came, and Jenne choked a little as she tried to swallow the whole load, some of it spilling from her beautiful lips and smearing onto her chin. The man between her legs flushed red and moaned a low growl as he violently came, spraying his cum all over her stomach and tits.

Jenne was covered with the remnants of these men’s desire and her pussy was practically dripping with the wet, sticky cum. They turned her onto her side now, her legs scissored open to expose her pussy and tight, lovely ass. She was vaguely aware of what was going to happen, but before she could prepare herself, she felt her cheeks being spread. Thankfully, the man who entered her asshole was long and thin. Jenne screamed in pain/pleasure as he drove his cock inside her. Jenne tried to relax her bottom and when she did, the sensation was almost delicious in it’s wickedness. He pounded at her until he also spurted his load, the warmth welcome to her as it coated his long thin member.

The reprieve was short however as she was again assaulted from behind. This cock was larger, but her ass was slick with the previous man’s seed and that made it easier for her to take. There was another cock in her face and she opened her mouth, tasting her own juices on it. Whoever her was, he was back for seconds. Jenne looked for Ed as she sucked this man’s cock and finally spied him in his chair watching. Their eyes met and Jenne thought she saw a bit of sadness in his eyes. Her body was a plaything for these men 3; and as much control as he had exhibited, Ed had never treated her as a plaything.

Jenne choked slightly, swallowing the load of cum as it spurted into her mouth. The fury and wild pace of the scene seemed to calm a bit and although she was still being fondled by four or five men at a time, they seemed to be slowing down. Jenne was entered anally by a third man, the dark ring of her ass slippery with the slippery leftovers of the men before him. At the same time, Jenne was sucking yet another cock as she jerked off a third man. Jenne could sense movement in the corner of the room as she felt the man in her hands cum. He spurted his stream of sex over her breasts as she smeared it back over his enflamed penis. The man in her mouth began to twitch and she knew he was close. At the last minute, he pulled out of her and sprayed his load across her cheek and into her tousled blonde hair. As if in a dream, she felt the man behind her groan and he too let go, his load filling her asshole.

Suddenly, it was over.

Jenne lay sprawled on the conference table, her legs open, white mess spilling from her private areas. She rolled slightly, her breasts smeared with drops of stickiness, her hair matted, her eyes locking on Ed’s. He stood among the men as they hurriedly dressed. As she watched them, her body sore and exhausted, she realised. Ed had stopped it. He had been in control all along and when he had deemed it to be enough, he had simply called it off. He murmured directions to the men as they quietly and hurriedly finished dressing.

The first of them finished dressing and he headed to his seat, picking up his things. He approached Jenne on his way to the door. She was utterly without energy and she was powerless as he approach. He leaned over her, gently kissing her temple.

"Thank you." He whispered. "I vote for your innocence."

Jenne stirred, her naked body coy and snug beneath the covers. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she was amazed to see morning light streaming through the window. "God, what time is it? What DAY is it?" she wondered.

"Good morning, Beautiful."

Ed sat comfortably in the large armchair beside her bed. He smiled lovingly at her as she stretched. Her body was a little sore, and she felt a bit tender between her thighs, but she was clean and rested.

"How did I get here?" She asked him.

Ed grinned. "Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember me bringing you home? Cleaning you up?"

Jenne paused, thinking hard. She did remember now. Flashes of things, really. She remembered the bath, being soaped up, the soft warm bubbles kissing her sticky, used skin. Yes, it was coming back now. She recalled Ed brushing and drying her hair, then tucking her into bed. She smiled and nodded at him.

"Yes, I remember now. You tucked me in." She looked into his green-blue eyes. "You rubbed and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. Have you been here all night?"

He nodded, touching her cheek. "What did you think? Did you live your fantasy?"

Jenne paused, her thoughts swimming as she propped up on her elbow, the covers falling away, her tits dangling tantalisingly. "Yes, 3; and No." She replied.

Ed frowned, puzzled. "What did I do wrong? What did you want that you didn’t experience?"

Jenne gazed into Ed’s eyes. "I want you." She explained. " I want to feel you fuck me with all the passion and ferocity that you can." She begged. "Please, 3; will you make love to me?"

Without a word, Ed leaned forward. His lips tenderly met hers, the sweetness of her taste overwhelming him. Jenne closed her eyes as the emotion of the moment washed over her. She could smell the faint fragrance of his after-shave and she ran her fingers through the soft, curls of his hair. Ed took her into his arms 3; her naked frame delicate and soft in his grasp. He kissed her firmly, holding her to him. Tenderly he placed her back onto the bed and began to explore the crevices of her body once more. Gently he began to kiss her, sliding down to the bed till he reached her toes. He picked her foot up and placed each individual digit, one by one, between his tender lips. She squirmed with pleasure as he slowly worked his tongue over her entire body. He carefully avoided her moist inner thighs, then worked on her stomach, his touch so delicate that it was barely tangible. Jenne sensed every lick, every caress that his tongue afforded her body. Again, he avoided her breasts working carefully over the skin that surrounded them, but never quite reaching the spot that would release Jenne from the misery and ecstasy that had now become rolled into the same set of emotions. She strained for more, rising to meet his touch, desperate for him now. Ed turned her over and began the process once again. This time, he started at her neck and moved downward. Again, he avoided her thighs, but he did separate the cheeks of her bottom and she felt his tongue dart in and out, around her tight, tender asshole. She moaned as he touched the delicate skin, trying to push against him, but he immediately moved further down her body. Again, he reached her feet and again he sucked her toes slowly, one by one. The action was exquisite and it inflamed her body to such a pitch that she had to have him inside her.

As Ed sucked the last digit, she all but kicked him off her, so desperate for him was she now. Jenne pushed him back onto the floor and sat over him, his cock poised and ready to enter her. She slowly eased herself gently onto him, wanting him, but she also wanted to savour this moment. She had thought of little else for the last 2 days and now the moment was here. Jenne felt him inside her as she pushed him deeper into her moist, warm pussy. Ed reached forward as she crouched over him and began to massage her nipples as she sunk still deeper, the juice of her sopping pussy running between her legs. She wanted him, needed him, revelled in him once more. They became lost in each other and nothing else mattered but this moment. They allowed the feeling to wash over them. Firmly, Ed's hips rose to meet Jenne's thrusts as she took all that he had to offer deep inside her. She wanted every inch of this man and so, harder and deeper she pushed, until she had him all inside. She felt his hardness within her as she gave herself completely to him.

He suddenly took charge once more, manoeuvring her into the missionary position. She didn't resist his movements, although she had enjoyed the depth that the previous position had afford her as she had straddled his torso. Now, Ed began to thrust once more into her soft moist pussy. Jenne wrapped her legs around his waist and met each thrust with her own, as they looked deep into the other’s eyes 3; each one sensing what the other was thinking. He thrust harder and deeper, taking her to new heights of pleasure with each entrance. She felt him begin to twitch and her own muscles contracted around his hot, slippery cock. This caused him to tip over the edge and his silky sperm gushed into her pussy in one tremendous spurt. She felt it as the milky white substance filled her, and as it hit her inner walls, she too reached orgasm. Her muscles pulsed against his cock 3; never wanting to let it go.

They lay exhausted for a while, Jenne feeling safe in Ed's arms once more and she held him close 3; never wanting to leave him, not wanting him to pull out of her. He raised his head and kissed her tenderly once more. His eyes said everything that needed to be said. They smouldered and burned into hers once more. The warmth that they portrayed now such a contrast to when she had first encountered him only a day or so before.

Jenne rolled over on top of Ed, her breasts against his chest. "So, do I still have my job?"

Ed smiled. "There is no company. It was all fabricated for the benefit of your fantasy. You’ll receive a check in the mail to compensate you for the work you did. But, I actually work for "FANTASIES FULFILLED", I’m not the Chairman that I played out to be."

Jenne was stunned. "It was all a game?"

"A Fantasy." Ed corrected gently. "And I have a proposition ... if you’re interested. "

"I’m VERY interested." Jenne retorted.

I need a protégé, a person to help me plan and execute fantasies for others. I’ve become very attached to you. Would you consider working along side me?" Ed grinned. "I’m not sure I’m ready to give you up quite yet."

Jenne laid her head on his chest, her arms around him, barely able to contain her joy at the proposal. "Well, I think we make a pretty good team, so 3; I’d LOVE to!" She reached under the covers, her fingers encircling his cock, her magic, knowing touch awakening his urges.

Ed kissed her forehead, his cock beginning to grow harder. He smiled at this talented and beautiful woman, aware that his life had just changed dramatically in a moment.

THE END