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Surrendering Sarah
by Night Writer
Chapter 9
She shuddered at the image in the full-length mirror. The outfit would
have been unremarkable, if she had been Stacey. But, Stacey was a size
smaller and at least a head shorter. The pink silk blouse hugged her
breasts and waist, molding her nipples like a second skin. Stacey's
black spandex skirt covered only a few inches of thigh and molded
Sarah's ass into ripe, twin globes. The absence of pantyhose made her
feel practically naked.
"Ummm, you look delicious today, Barbie."
Stacey's face appeared beside hers in the mirror. They could have
passed for sisters. Stacey wore a matching outfit, but on her shorter,
b-cup figure, it would attract much less attention on Sarah's first day
back at the office.
"I know we're going to be best friends from now on, aren't we, Barbie?"
Her hands cupped Sarah's breasts, quickly finding her nipples, rolling
the hardening buttons between her slender fingers.
"Please Stacey, I - I - can't do this. I don't understand. We don't
even like each other. Rock may have made me promise to stay with you
for a while, but we could never be friends. We're - just, too
different."
Stacey's eyes brightened as she pulled harder at Sarah's nipples.
"Betcha I can prove you wrong, Barbie. I think you're more like me
than you care to admit. Anyway, just be a good girl at work today. If
you're a little slow the first day back, I'll be close by to remind you
of all the little things I've taught you. And, of course, there are
those nasty consequences for Barbies who forget to do what they're
told. After all, I'm sure you haven't forgotten last night already - "
"Stacey, please, you have to tell me, is he ok? I can't seem to
remember - he looked so, so - "
"So pathetic? So weak? So helpless? Why should you care? When's the
last time his cock was hard for you? When has he shown even the
slightest hint of concern while you fucked and sucked your way through
endless gangs of bikers? He doesn't care about you, Barbie. He
probably never has."
Stacey's words triggered a procession of mental images. They returned
slowly, painfully, in sequence, like the turning of pages in a worn
book read by flickering candlelight -
...his erection as it jutted, pink and hard from the open robe...
...the short, powerful jets of his semen, frozen in flashes of harsh
strobelight as the women brought him to orgasm, again and again...
...the terrible pain as Stacey coaxed the cum from him one last time,
his open palm smashed against the switch that sent the current
surging through Sarah's convulsing thighs...
...the embarrassed helplessness on his face when Shayla took his gun
away effortlessly, easily lifting his nearly naked body with one
arm, a haughty predator taking her prey before offering it to her
young...
...the way Sport had frantically sucked on Rock's gun, his cheeks
hollowed out, head pumping up and down, terrified that Rock would
shoot him, willing to give his gun a blow job to live...
...the gun's muzzle torn from his mouth at the last second - the sudden
vicious blow to his head, blood spurting into the falling rain as
the steel butt sliced through hair and scalp...
...his drenched, pale body falling lifelessly backward into the
darkness of the yawning pit...
At the same time, Stacey's relentless words, pushing and prodding
Sarah to relive the worst of that night and to accept and gloat over
Sport's impotence and defeat, drove her on.
She closed her eyes, no longer able to look at the reflection of what
she was becoming, but the flashes of recollection only became clearer.
With the memories, Sarah found that she had reluctantly accepted her
betrayal. Then Stacey's lips were on hers, pressing softly, until
Sarah yielded to her invading kiss. She felt Stacey's hand brush her
inner thigh, then settle along the smooth slit between her legs.
Distorted images assaulted her, now in random order - a frail white
body, barely visible at the bottom of a dark, murky pit; thick jets of
cum in slow motion, pumping endlessly from a grotesquely misshapen
penis; a sea of mocking faces, captured second by second in flash after
flash of brilliant white light; his face, caught half-way between
grimace and grin, his cock buried in Stacey's ass; her own nude body,
hips thrust forward, nipples burning, as she surrendered to the flow of
current that rose from calf to thigh, then finally into her wet,
open hole, warming, then boiling the juices that flowed from her.
She shuddered slightly, hesitated, then collapsed, moaning and
whimpering into Stacey's embrace.
"That wasn't so bad, was it, Barbie? I told you we have a lot in
common."
Stacey's cutesy smile did not reach her eyes.
-*-
The drive to work was a long one for Sarah. Stacey lectured her as she
drove the red Escort through the usual early morning rush. Sarah sat
in the passenger seat, afraid to look out the window for fear that
someone she knew might see them together. She tugged constantly at the
tiny skirt, finding it nearly impossible to keep it below the
transparent, white panties that Stacey had given her to wear.
"First, a few Barbie basics. Let's start with something simple, like
how to walk. No slouching, and stop walking like a man. Hold your
head up, shoulders back; stick those new tits out like you're proud of
them. Remember, the first parts of you to enter a room are your
nipples. When you walk, cross those legs a bit; put one foot directly
in front of the other so your hips sway like, well, like the office
bimbo. I've seen Hank watch your ass every time you leave his office -
now leave him with something he'll remember. And by the way, you're
much too aloof when he hands you a compliment. I want you to smile and
look into his eyes - and every man's eyes for that matter - like he's
the most fascinating creature you've ever met."
"But Stacey, Hank's an arrogant lech. He's my only competition for
partner. He'll think I'm coming on to him!"
"Oh come on Barbie, it won't hurt you to be nice to the guy. In fact,
I insist. You do want to know what's happened to that loser husband of
yours, don't you? And I don't imagine leaving a copy of your little
video from last night on Mr. Burgess' desk would help your career at
all. Get my point?"
Last night's distant memories resurfaced and, once again, startled
Sarah with their sudden clarity. Until now, she had forgotten the
glimpses of Stacey with video camera in hand, capturing her slutty
performance, and the threat of exposure stunned Sarah. All composure
lost, Sarah decided to humor Stacey, whatever it took, for the time
being.
"Now Barbie, when you talk to a man, don't look him in the face for
more than five seconds without glancing down at his cock. They love
that. Play with your hair a bit. Lick your lips. If I don't see Hank
with a hard-on before the day is over, the video goes to Mr. Burgess.
I don't care how you do it, but you better find a way by 5:00.
Understand?"
"But he'll expect me to - "
"To fuck him? Sure he will. But you won't. You have to learn how to
be Cock-Tease Barbie first. And you have a lot to learn, so absolutely
no sex. Now, who are you today?"
"I'm Cock-Tease Barbie."
"And who's cock are you going to tease all day today?"
"I'm going to tease Hank's big cock and give him an erection all day."
Stacey started to giggle.
"Barbie, you can be such an airhead. Bimbos like you give guys hard-
ons, not an erections. Now try again."
"I'm going to tease Hank's big cock," Sarah repeated nearly in tears,
"and give him a hard-on all day."
Stacey nodded at Sarah's "improvement." Sarah's sigh of relief made
Stacey chuckle as she parked the car as far away from the building as
possible. Sarah understood all too well. She would have to walk the
hundred yards with Stacey by her side. Everyone would see them
together. They would see her new clothes and her new look and her new
walk. She would have to be Barbie for the rest of the day.
Stacey stopped her as she began to open the car door.
"Wait Barbie. I have a welcome-back present for you. It's in the
glove-box."
Sarah opened the plastic panel and retrieved the present, wrapped in
pink paper with a small silver bow.
"Open it, Barbie. Welcome back!"
Reluctantly she peeled back the wrapping to find six boxes of assorted
condoms. She cringed as they fell into her lap, then looked at Stacey
with a puzzled expression. She had promised, no sex.
Stacey grinned, then laughed out loud at the look on Sarah's face.
"They're a fashion accessory, Barbie. Part of the Cock-Tease Barbie
set. Put them in your purse. Aren't they pretty?"
"Yes, they're very pretty. I'll put them in my purse now."
Stacey helped her tear the multi-colored strips into single packets,
then watched as Sarah stuffed the tiny purse with them.
"Ok Barbie, ready for your first day back?"
"Yes Stacey, I guess so."
"Oh, one more thing before we go in. How about a kiss for your new
girlfriend?"
Stacy placed her hand behind Sarah's neck and pulled her close. The
lot was teeming with people. Sarah recognized many of them as they
passed the car, now heading for her building, her floor. She resisted
at first, then gave up and welcomed Stacey's tongue into her mouth.
She spread her legs without thinking as Stacey's hand trailed over her
exposed thighs, then up over the plump, fleshy lips of her cunt. She
closed her eyes and let a quiet moan escape as Stacey found the stiff,
slippery nub and rolled it between her thumb and finger.
Then, just as Sarah's hips began to rock, her flat belly tightening
with each thrust, Stacey leaned on the steering wheel, sounding a long
blast from the car's horn. Sarah tried to pull away, but Stacey held
her by the neck, forcing her tongue deeper into her mouth. Out of the
corner of her eye, Sarah noticed a group of passing women stop and
stare, hands covering their mouths; then shaking their heads with
disgust, they continued on toward the office building. One of the
women glanced back over her shoulder just as Stacey pulled Sarah on top
of her, holding her by the hair as she sucked at her open mouth. Sarah
struggled, now horrified, as she saw Mr. Burgess' executive secretary
turn away to rejoin her co-workers.
-*-
The morning was a total loss. Sorting through the pile of work that
had accumulated while she was gone was bad enough, but Stacey made
things worse with her constant visits. When she wasn't sitting on
Sarah's desk chatting, she flitted in and out of the office, leaving
another carefully printed note with each pass. Each small, yellow,
adhesive-backed slip of paper contained a short request or errand that
Sarah was required to complete before the day's end. By noon there
were a half-dozen clinging to her desktop, with only her lunch hour to
see to them all.
She sat behind her desk all morning, trying her best not to be seen in
the tiny skirt. Hank's interest in her new look was inevitable. His
eyes seemed riveted on the shameless display of nipples under the
snug blouse. Stacey watched her constantly, making sure her eyes
dropped to his crotch as she appeared to welcome his crude compliments.
Stacey prompted her from a safe distance, stroking her hair, wetting
her lips, always there to remind Sarah that Hank's hard-on was her
first priority. It was embarrassing at first, but became easier as she
learned the routine. Inside, a burgeoning Barbie was even excited by
it. He obviously wanted her, and his attention filled an emptiness she
had forgotten existed. Had she ever realized the empty spot had
existed? Did other women feel this way too? Or was Stacey right?
Hank stopped by her office again at noon and offered to take her to
lunch. She nervously declined, using Stacey's errands as an excuse.
"C'mon Sarah. I'll give you a lift. Stacey said you two rode together
today, so you don't have a car anyway. I'll be happy to do it."
Stacey appeared in the doorway, smiling and nodding, waving good-bye
with the video cassette she was holding. Helpless, Sarah twirled a
short strand of platinum hair, looked longingly at Hank's crotch and
accepted with her best "I can't wait to suck your cock" smile.
-*-
Stacey's errands took hours to complete. It wasn't that Hank's car
wasn't comfortable; it fit Hank perfectly. The late model Lincoln
floated over bumps and potholes without acknowledging them, leaning and
swaying as it lumbered around turns that Sarah's BMW would have eagerly
challenged at twice the speed. Inside, Sarah found more than enough
room to stretch her bare legs, allowing the tiny skirt to ride up just
enough to show Hank a glimpse of the thin white panties and the contour
of the long, deep slit beneath them.
At each stop, Hank strolled beside her, grinning, as a constant parade
of men eyed him with envy. Often, he would drop back a few steps just
to watch Sarah walk. She did her best to follow Stacey's instructions.
Was Stacey following her? Checking to see if Barbie did as she was
told? Crossing her long legs as her hips swayed suggestively, Sarah
noticed the oncoming men's looks too, and after a while found that
exaggerating the motion got her even longer stares. She tossed one
thigh over the other, hips bobbing, soon not caring that the tiny skirt
gathered at the very top of her bare thighs. She was both bewildered
and humiliated that some dark part of her psyche enjoyed the gawking
attention.
Stacey's list was an odd mix of mundane and mortifying tasks. A trip
to the dry-cleaners to collect Stacey's clothes was followed by a visit
to an exclusive shoe store across town. She was to purchase three
pairs of the highest heels she could find, in black, white, and of
course, pink. The young college student that waited on her spent
almost thirty minutes with his face a few feet from her tiny panties.
Her skirt was nearly waist-high as she sat in the low chair. She
allowed him to slide her feet into pair after pair of outrageous shoes
until he found a perfect fit. She caught him staring more than once,
and after the third or fourth time hoped the dampness between her legs
had not yet stained the thin material stretched over her gaping slit.
By the time he was finished, the boy had a raging erection. He looked
up at her with a knowing smile, and she gasped suddenly when he stroked
the back of her calf. A quick glance at Hank told her he was not at
all amused.
They spent another thirty minutes finding each carefully described item
on Stacey's grocery list, then another fifteen minutes in the checkout
line. The clerk at the adjacent liquor store was wide-eyed as Sarah
unloaded a cart full of bottles onto the counter by the register.
Stacey's list had included enough liquor to open her own bar.
Hank watched without a word as she checked the list again and paid the
$1000 total with her credit card. A handful of condoms fell from her
purse as she presented the card. She smiled coyly at the clerk and
left them behind.
"Um, having a party, Sarah?" Hank asked with a grin.
She licked her pink lips, stroked her hair, glanced down at his cock,
and asked him to help her to the car with the booze. She made sure to
brush by him as he held the door for her. As her breasts moved lightly
across his shirt she moved her hips forward, just grazing the front of
his pants. He was hard as a rock.
It was almost 2:30 when they found time for lunch. Hank sweated and
leered at her as he inhaled a huge sandwich and drank his second beer.
Sarah ordered per Stacey's instructions - a small salad and three
Manhattans. She rarely drank, and by the time they finished it was all
she could do to stay on her feet.
The last stop required a drive to the south side of the city. Once
there, Hank parked the car and followed her into one of the many sex
shops crowded side-by-side along the narrow street. He stared in
wonder at the assortment of bondage paraphernalia displayed on shelf
after shelf. He followed Sarah, his mouth agape as he passed under a
canopy of leather harnesses and restraints that hung ominously from the
ceiling.
Sarah approached the clerk and tried to read Stacey's list, but the
alcohol had her mind reeling. She gave up and handed the list to the
old man, remembering to smile and stare at his crotch as she asked for
his help. They waited at the counter as he shuffled about the cramped
shop filling several well-worn grocery bags with merchandise. Sarah
felt some relief as she noticed that much of it was obviously not
intended for her. Hank winced as he watched the bags filled with
unfamiliar but frightening items - "cock rings", "ball-stretchers",
"butt plugs", and an varied array of leather goods made to bind and
torture male genitalia in ways he could have never imagined. Sarah
smiled at Hank, lowered her eyes to his cock, licked her lips, and even
ran her hand lightly over her right breast beneath the pink silk, but
to her chagrin, his erection was gone.
It was after 4:00 when they returned to work. Hank helped her carry
the bags and cartons to her office, then quickly retreated to try to
recover what was left of the afternoon. Stacey had watched them get
off the elevator. She stood with two of the other secretaries, all of
them giggling as Stacey whispered to them. She appeared in Sarah's
doorway seconds after Hank's hasty exit.
"Where have you two been, Barbie? Mr. Burgess has been looking for you
all afternoon - something about some figures he needs by the end of the
day. I hope you had a good time. Did you get all my stuff?"
Sarah stared at her, boiling beneath a fragile exterior.
"Yes, Stacey. I found everything," she answered icily.
"Well, I didn't see Hank wearing a big hard cock when he left your
office. Were you nice to him, Barbie?"
"Yes, Stacey. I was very nice to him. And for the record, he had an
erection, I mean ... a hard-on, almost all afternoon. It seems he was a
little squeamish after our last stop. But of course, you knew that,
right?"
"Now Barbie, don't blame me if you couldn't get him hard. You didn't
have much luck with your husband either, did you? I don't think you're
trying. Be creative. Be sexy. Be Barbie. You have less than an
hour. See ya!"
What could she do? Work was out of the question. The drinks from her
late lunch made it impossible to concentrate. Anger and fear
overwhelmed her as she sat behind the desk that hid her bare, trembling
thighs. A large tear formed at the corner of each eye, threatening to
combine with a second, then spill over her cheeks, carrying dark
streaks of eyeliner with them. Then, she knew what she had to do.
Barbie knew.
She worked the sheer panties over her hips and let them slide down her
legs, leaving them on the carpet under her desk. At 4:45 she was
leaning against Hank's open door, leering at him, asking for his help.
By 4:50 he was standing in her office again, watching her from behind
as she tried to lift one of the cartons of liquor from the floor to her
desk. The skirt rose over her ass as she bent at the waist, giving
Hank an inviting view of her pouting cunt. Just as Betty had trained
her, Sarah began to work her cunt open and closed, inviting her
penetration. She froze for a few seconds, then looked back at him and
grinned. Hank stepped up behind her quickly, his hand cupped between
her spread legs. She could feel a finger worm its way into her,
stroking and rubbing the length of her watery slit. She studied his
reflection in the mirrored wall that faced them. She was still
repelled by his familiar smirk, the red, puffy cheeks, and drooping
eyelids. So why did it feel so good? Why did she want him to slide
two fingers, then three, or finally his entire hand inside her? She
arched her back, opening her cunt to him, wanting not only his hard-on,
but a thick, long cock that could fill her to her limit, a cock that
could stretch her painfully, pound relentlessly into her until the hot
cum flowed from her like a fountain.
Just as Hank pulled his cock through the open zipper of his slacks,
Stacey burst through the door with her usual exuberance.
"Hi, guys! What's up? Whooops, it looks like Hank's up! Sorry big
guy, but we've gotta go! C'mon Barbie, you two can play tomorrow."
-*-
Sarah was shaking, trying to keep her legs together in the small
Escort. Stacey gently stroked her thighs with her long nails.
"Are you still horny, Barbie?"
Sarah groaned. She couldn't believe the display she had made of
herself ... and with Hank of all people. He would tell all of his
sexist bastard friends at work. She wanted to finger herself, plunge
her hand right into her cunt and bring herself off. But Stacey had
said No Sex.
"Yes, Stacey, I'm still horny."
"Who's horny? And let's hear some details."
Sarah burned beet-red.
"Cock-Tease Barbie is horny. She spent all day teasing Hank's cock.
Hank had his finger in her hot pussy. Barbie wanted him to fuck her
hard but Barbie is not allowed to have sex with Hank, just tease his
cock."
"That's right. You're just a cock-tease for now. Later, when you're
so horny that all you can think about all day is big cocks, when you
stare at guys cocks all the time and look up at their eyes every minute
or so, when you wiggle your ass because you want some guy to bend you
over a desk and fuck you, maybe then we can start on a new Barbie game.
Meanwhile, you just work on your lessons."
Sarah sat sullenly.
"Now pay attention because this is going to be hard for an airhead like
you to understand," Stacey taunted. "You see, the reason you love to
tease cock is because guys' cocks get so hard. And you love to stare
at guys' hard cocks because then you can see who has the biggest cock.
See, you don't want to fuck a guy with a dinky cock. You want a really
big one, a cock that rips your cunt up bad. Only really big cocks can
make you cum, so you need to keep getting guys' cocks hard until you
find one big enough to fuck you."
Slowly, Stacey's hidden message dawned on Sarah. Stacey wanted her to
make a display of herself with every guy at work until she found the
one with the biggest cock. In the meantime, Stacey planned to keep her
on sexual edge, increasingly frustrated and begging for release.
Sarah remembered the first cock that had made such a lasting impression
on her, a cock bigger and thicker than any she had ever seen. Rigid,
powerful, throbbing with an intricate network of branching veins, its
image, disembodied, looming enticingly in her mind's eye, refused to
leave her. She could almost feel the head of it prying her open,
stretching and filling her in a way she had never known. What was it
Rock had said to her when she had surrendered to him, lost in an orgasm
so intense she would have sacrificed everything for a few more seconds
of it?
"You've always been a fucktoy, Sarah, always hungry for a bigger cock,
never really satisfied with a puny one. I can see it in your eyes.
Let yourself cum, Sarah. It's what you want. It's what you've always
wanted."
She could still see his eyes, dancing with flickering orange highlights
from the fire behind them. They faded, now replaced with a familiar
set of eyes - eyes filled with pain and weakness, pleading with her to
reject the warm, thick shaft that filled her, to abandon that which
gave her more pleasure than she could ever have imagined. She shivered
as Stacey's nails traveled up along her inner thigh. It was the first
time she felt pity as she gazed into her husband's eyes.
-*-
In the weeks that followed, Sarah found each day more frustrating than
the last. Stacey never left her alone for more than a few minutes at a
time. The lunch-hour errands Stacey required of her became a daily
ritual, and since Stacey always drove them to work, she had to ask one
man after another at the office for transportation.
The outfits Stacey chose for her became more outrageous each day, so
she usually had no trouble attracting a different "date" for every
lunchtime outing. There was always a opportunity to prance and wiggle
in front of them, and if that didn't work, a few extra buttons undone
on an already revealing blouse, or the promising offering of her shaved
pussy as she bent to recover a dropped condom from her purse always
made them hard.
Almost without realizing it, she became fascinated with the variety of
cock sizes and shapes. She marveled at how some of the largest men's
pants barely bulged at all, while a few slender, quiet types she would
have never looked at twice were excitingly impressive. She began to
collect business cards from each of them, scribbling a guess at the
size of his hard-on on the back of it when she returned. She arranged
the cards in neat rows on her desktop, sorted from biggest cock to
smallest. Each afternoon when she returned, she re-sorted them based
on another observation, or when she added a new card. She could never
quite decide who was the biggest. Even when she thought she knew, she
daydreamed about finding the next cock, one that would be a little
longer, or just slightly thicker.
She became the office joke, "a real bimbo" as more than a few of the
women muttered when Sarah pranced through the office. Worse yet, there
never seemed to any time for work. The long lunches, the three-
Manhattan-buzz afterward, and her growing obsession with finding a
bigger cock kept her mind occupied the entire day.
Then, just when she thought things couldn't get worse, and her days
became frighteningly routine, Stacey would find a new and sadistically
clever way to humiliate her. The nights were often worse than her
days. Stacey toyed with her, kept her on edge for hours while they
watched X-rated videos of guys with enormous cocks. One horrible trick
that Stacy loved drove Sarah crazy. Stacey would slowly work a long
slim dildo into Sarah's aching cunt, and then do nothing at all with
it. Stacy would play with her nipples and clit, but that hard rod in
her cunt was there to torment her. Just when Sarah was nearing a
tremendous orgasm, Stacy would pull the fake cock out and leave Sarah
hanging.
Three weeks after Sarah's return to work, Stacey was waiting in her
office when she stumbled in after what now was a four-drink-minimum
lunch. By afternoon, Sarah routinely was in a haze of drunken lust and
frustration. Stacey closed the door, grinning at Sarah's unsteady gait
as she made her way to her desk, wobbling in the hot-pink thigh-high
boots.
"Have a nice lunch, Barbie? I see you got my groceries."
"Yes, Stacey," she answered, while juggling the overfilled bags.
"Who was it this time? Was his cock big enough?"
"It was Stu, and yes, he has a huge cock."
"You mean st-st-st-stuttering Stu? From the mailroom? Barbie, you're
such a slut."
"You shouldn't make fun of him. He was nice to me. Much nicer than
Hank."
"Well of course. Hank hates you, now that he's figured out that you
never intended to fuck him. So, does Stu go to the top of the list?"
"Stu doesn't have business cards. But he's. . . "
"No, I guess a mailroom clerk wouldn't."
Stacey smirked as Sarah tore a page from a small notepad, folded it
until it was the size of a business card, quickly wrote a few lines,
and placed it above the first row of cards on her desk.
Stacey walked behind the desk and opened the blinds covering the wall
of windows. She looked out over the construction site adjacent to
their building. The steel framework was already higher than their
floor, and a swarm of workers in hardhats were busy erecting interior
walls for the new offices.
"Oh look, Barbie! Look at all those big, strong, sweaty guys! All
those cocks...I wonder how big they are? Let's find out. Wave to
them, Barbie."
Sarah rose and turned toward the window. Stacey was right. It was a
steamy August day, and the young workers bodies gleamed with a shiny
layer of sweat. Their bare chests and thin, lean waists would have
provided hours of eye-candy for any woman, but Sarah was more
interested in what they carried between their legs. Her gaze lingered
on the tightly stretched denim just below each shallow navel. She was
barely conscious of her right hand, now waving furiously at the window.
It didn't take long for a row of the men to assemble along the nearest
beam, waving and whistling back across the fifty feet that separated
the buildings. Sarah's pulse quickened as she waved and smiled back at
them. Unconsciously, she was bouncing on tiptoe in her platform heeled
boots, setting her tits ajiggle.
"Strip Barbie. It's the only way you'll be able to tell which one has
the biggest cock."
Stacey stood just out of sight, to one side of the windows. She
fiddled with the radio, finally tuning it to a local pop station.
Sarah knew immediately what she was to do, and started to sway in time
to the music. She ran her hands over the pink latex micro-dress,
rubbing her breasts with both hands, then stretched her arms in the air
over her head. The slick material worked its way up over her hips,
exposing her hairless cunt as she gyrated and thrust it at the
cheering men.
"The desk, Barbie. They can't see you're pussy. Get up on your desk."
Sarah glanced at Stacey and sighed. Then, as she climbed onto the
large oak desk, a change came over her. She stood there looking down
at the growing crowd of construction workers. She didn't see faces,
only the hard, tanned torsos and the outlines of more swollen cocks
than she could count. A quick tug on the large gold ring opened the
zipper that ran the length of the tiny dress. A wiggle and a shrug,
and she was naked, except for the flashy, pink plastic thigh-high
boots. The men let out a howl that could be heard for blocks. Her
dancing became wilder. She used every suggestive gesture she could
remember, then made up a few of her own. Her moves became a frenzied
blur. She squeezed her tits, pulled and twisted her nipples, grinned
and drooled as she witnessed the men's responses. Finally, now no
longer in control of her own urges, she brought both hands between her
legs, plunging two fingers inside her while holding her cunt open with
the other hand. She wanted, needed, the biggest cock of the bunch.
But which one? Who was the biggest? There were so many. Frantically,
her eyes roved the crowd.
Stacey brought her back to reality with an unexpected tug on her right
boot. She held a huge cucumber, one item on the long list of produce
purchased as instructed during Sarah's lunch outing.
"Show them what you really want, Barbie."
Sarah stared in horror, backing away and shaking her head.
"No, Stacey. Please, no. I can't . . . don't make me, please . . ."
Stacey just grinned, offering the massive object to her until she gave
up and accepted it.
"Hold it up so they can see it, Barbie."
She raised all ten inches of it in the air, waving it for the men to
see. The crowd was larger now, and exploded with cheers. She saw
smaller groups of men here and there fighting for the use of a few sets
of binoculars.
After more of Stacey's threats, Sarah put the end of the cuke between
her legs and began to push. It felt gigantic - even bigger
than she had imagined. The three-inch diameter stretched her painfully
at first, but after coating a few inches of it with her juices, she was
slowly able to bury nearly eight inches of it inside her grasping
vagina. She watched the men watching her, imagining the hard presence
inside her sprouting from one of the sweaty, naked torsos that cheered
her on. Her breathing became quicker and deeper as she worked. It
felt so good, so big. Her finger stroked her clit, now slippery and
engorged to it's full size. Stacey recognized her frequent
sideways glances as desperate pleas for permission to finish it, to
cum in front of her audience.
"You want to cum, don't you, Barbie?"
Sarah couldn't bring herself to say it, but her eyes gave Stacey her
answer.
"Well, you've been a good Barbie today; if you tell me what you really
want, I let you go ahead."
"I want ... I mean, Cock-Tease Barbie wants to cum in front of all
these guys so that she'll know who has the totally biggest cock, and
Barbie can go ask to fuck him."
Stacy nodded.
"Go ahead, show all the guys just what you want - if their cocks are
big enough, that is."
Sarah dropped to her knees on the spacious desk. With a quick sweep of
her arm she cleared the top of it, sending pens, paperclips, and stacks
of unfinished paperwork flying. Then after rolling onto her back,
pink-booted legs in the air, she found her hungry little clit and went
to work.
The men with binoculars had the best view. Her cunt faced them,
stuffed with the giant cucumber. One hand held it in place, twisting
and pumping it in short rapid strokes, while the fingers of her other
hand danced over her clit like an angry insect. Her legs formed a
large V in the air above her, framing her hard breasts and nipples as
they too pointed at the ceiling, bouncing just a little as her hips
twisted and jerked.
She no longer cared that she was naked on her desk at work,
masturbating for a crowd of strange men. When she closed her eyes, the
best and biggest of them was inside her, his immense cock filling her,
possessing her, as surely as a sturdy lance had skewered her, pinning
her to the cold, hard oak. Was it one man or more than one? Many?
The face in her mind kept changing. Only the cock remained the same -
huge and totally filling.
There was no warning. She came suddenly and violently. Her loud moan
filled the room as one long exhalation of satisfaction. Minutes later,
curtains drawn, Stacey tried to calm Sarah down and pull her back
together. Sarah continued to clutch both hands against her cunt,
forcing her fantasy cock deeper, mumbling incoherently. Stacey stroked
her hair, planting small kisses over her face, waiting, waiting, until
Sarah's words fell softly and breathlessly on her waiting ear.
"No . . . you can't have it . . . I found him . . . it's mine . . . I
won't let you take it . . . mine . . . all mine . . . all mine . . . "
This time, Stacey's smile lit up her entire face.
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