Sarah On Offer, Part One

by Albion

This story will be continued at some point, but for now enjoy it as it is. Contains F/ F/ b/ bondage and abusive bad language; a warning for those who might be offended by such words.

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Sarah Burden’s secretary hovered in the door to her office, looking a little anxious. She seemed reluctant to speak.

Sarah looked up from her desk and looked at the slightly older, definitely more plump woman. “You okay, Jane?”

“Um... Fine... it’s just that. You know I said I would come in tomorrow -- on Saturday morning -- so we can get the report done for head office,” the secretary in her much-too-young clothes was fidgeting, the way she always did when there was a favour she needed to ask.

“You telling me you have to do something else?” Sarah was disappointed but tried not to show it. There was a lot of work to do get the report done for head office and she really needed Jane’s help. Now, at four thirty on Friday, she was finding out Jane couldn’t come in and help. It would, Sarah reflected, be a long morning on her own.

“No, it’s not that. Well, I won’t be doing anything else if I can bring Darren in with me.”

“Darren? Your son?” Sarah studied Jane. She was a good secretary, an efficient PA and she was usually happy to help where she could, even if she did look at times rather silly in her short skirts and skimpy tops that showed her slightly bulging waistline. She never appeared to dress like you would expect a woman who was approaching forty; while Sarah wore business suits that were elegant and sensible and entirely suited to management as well as showing off her slim figure to perfection, Jane looked like someone who thought she was a lot younger than she was. But Sarah needed people who were willing to work rather than fashion statements, though the message Jane tended to send was that of a woman who couldn’t accept growing older. There were ways to achieve that, but Jane Thomas hadn’t found them yet.

“Yes, my son,” said Jane, then added bitterly: “He was supposed to be at his father’s but the bastard can’t have him. So I have to have him at home this weekend.”

Ah yes, thought Sarah. Jane’s ongoing problem with her ex-husband. Probably, Sarah thought, that was why the woman dressed so young. She needed a man in her life and she obviously thought males were only interested in seeing a lot of leg and a prominent bust. She had those on view, but despite her dress (or lack of it at times) as far as Sarah knew there hadn't been any men interested in Jane for a while.

“So, if Darren comes in you can help still?”

Jane looked relieved and nodded. She needed this job and genuinely liked to help Sarah, and with it help the company.

“Okay,” smiled Sarah. “Bring your son in. It won’t be much fun for him but I really don’t mind. he can play solitaire on the computer. There won’t be anyone else here to object anyway. Just us three.”

“Yes, he won’t be any trouble at all,” said Jane, even if she still looked slightly anxious for some reason.

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Sarah hadn’t seen Darren for a couple of years. She recalled he was a slightly awkward nine or ten year old then; staring at Sarah and blushing the first time Jane brought her son into the office. Now he had grown taller and looked less awkward. He hadn’t fleshed out yet but obviously looked more confident. “Hi,” he said when he saw Sarah sat at her desk at 8 on Saturday morning.

“Hello Darren,” smiled Sarah, taking in his long, loose limbs and his mop of brown hair. He was a good looking boy and Sarah felt that familiar hot pulse in her whenever she saw a pre-teen boy who might be sexually precocious. Might? God, they all were up for sex as she had found out over the years. Kids who could get a stiff cock just by looking at a woman’s tits, or get hard from a sly peek down her blouse or even -- and this was heaven to her -- get a very definite erection when they glimpsed up her skirt.

But that was seducing boys on their own. Doing it with a mother around would break one of Sarah’s hard and fast rules. Sex with a pre-teen boy was fabulous but she had to be careful. Still, it was nice to look and dream.

“Hi,” the boy said back. “You’re Sarah, right. Sarah bitch.”

For a second Sarah blinked, wondering if she had heard right. The boy’s mother was next to him, dressed as always in her short skirt and revealing top. It was Saturday morning and they didn’t have to dress as they normally did. But Sarah had automatically put on her office attire of black skirt and white blouse, choosing a white lace bra and black panties to go with her hold up stockings. A normal work day, in effect. Only the boy looked casual. The mother however didn’t react to what her son said, other than blush slightly.

“I’m sorry,” said Sarah, not wanting confrontation but not wanting to excuse rudeness either. “What did you say, Darren?”

“I called you a bitch,” said the boy stepping into the boss’s office. “Because you look like the sort of woman who’d do anything for a fuck.”

“Darren--” began Sarah, shooting a look at her secretary as if to say: ‘you’re his mother, say something.’

The boy caught the meaning of Sarah’s glance and laughed. “Oh, she won’t say anything. She does what I tell her.” The boy perched on the edge of Sarah’s desk, grinning down at the woman. “She’s just a fuck pig,” he said. “Like you.”

Sarah felt hot in her face and between her legs. Wet, even. She loved it when boys abused her. There was nothing so nice as being had and being told she was a whore. There was even that boy she knew who she would ring up sometimes so she could masturbate as she listened to him swearing and verbally abusing her. But Jane was there so surely this wouldn’t be like that, would it?

But Jane wasn’t saying anything. She simply stood with hands behind back, looking helpless. Submissive almost.

“Jane. I think--” Sarah began again, but was cut short by the boy sat on her desk.

“I told you,” said Darren. “She does what I say. Even right down to what she wears. I own her, see?”

Sarah suddenly saw and gasped; the woman’s inappropriate clothes were the boy’s doing. He was the one ordered his mother to dress like a would-be slut. her head spun, but the feeling of erotic helplessness surged inside her. Her sex felt on fire.

“Now,” continued the boy. “Why don’t you lean forward a bit, whore, so I can look down your front? I can’t quite see from here.”

Sarah blushed and felt astonishingly aroused. The boy’s mother had to do what her son said, and now... Sarah gulped; she had to do what he said too. She wanted to say no, but didn’t. She leaned forward so her blouse sagged nicely and the twelve year old could see down her front.

“Huh,” he snorted as he looked. “You’re not as big as her,” he jerked his head as if indicating the woman behind him. “She’s got good tits. Bit flabby, but I like playing with them.”

“Yes,” Sarah said for some reason.

“Now, bitch, get up and walk round a bit. I want to see how your legs are.” Darren was laughing. “In fact take that skirt off, cunt, so I can get a proper look.”

“Can I close the blinds?” Asked Sarah as she stood up and fumbled at the zip at her side. She was in a fog but found herself doing what he said. “Please,” she added.

The boy glanced at the roofs and offices and buildings outside. “Nah,” he sniffed. “If anyone’s stupid enough to be at work this time on a Saturday they need a treat.”

Sarah nodded and slid her skirt off her hips. She was glad her blouse covered her hips, but the band of flesh between her hips and stocking tops was all too obvious. her panties were soaking at the crotch now. Still, she walked round the office, aware that both the boy (grinning) and his mother (anxious) were watching her every step.

“I’m sorry...” Sarah said as she walked.

“About what, bitch?” Asked the boy.

“Sorry I didn’t put higher heels on,” said Sarah, unable to stop the words tumbling out. Boys like Darren she knew, liked to see real high heels on their fuck pieces. It made their little hard cocks even harder. Stockings and heels: if that was all she wore the boys would be delighted.

“It’s okay, cunt,” said Darren. “I’ll punish you for it later.”

There was a muted gasp from Jane. Was she too punished for errors like this? Sarah wondered and felt a warm tremor in her sex. She loved being punished by young boys.

Jane however seemed worried. “Darren, sir,” began Jane. “You said you wouldn’t hurt her. You... you promised.” Jane was even more anxious now and had dropped her hands from behind her.

“Get your stupid hands behind your fucking back,” growled the boy at his mum. Jane obeyed at once and mumbled an apology, which the boy ignored. “I’ll do whatever I want, got it?”

“Yes sir,” said Jane, blushing.

Sir. Yes, of course he was, thought Sarah. She was still walking and she put her hands behind her too. She hadn’t been told to do it but she reasoned it would please the boy. She was walking slowly in a circle, in full view of the buildings opposite. She could imagine some male wanking as he watched her walk; the window sill was low enough that her legs would be on show and that would make the man cum hard. She felt even more aroused at the thought of men watching her be used. Used by a twelve year old boy, and that made her pussy run with her juices. She could feel her panties getting wetter and her lit was swollen. Her erect nipples were poking at the thin white blouse she wore.

“Okay,” said the boy after a couple of minutes spent leering at her, “stop walking. Come here and get down on your knees in front of me, cunt,” he said to Sarah. “And you, fuck mummy pig, go and get on with some work an’ close the door. Me an’ the bitch here are going to have some fun.”

Fuck mummy pig nodded and let herself out, closing the door after her. She would get on with the report, Sarah thought. Work while I have sex with her handsome, sexy, pre-teen son.

Sarah was on her knees in front of her desk, where the boy sat, and she still had her hands behind her. The carpet was rough on her knees but she loved the feeling. It promised hurt. Despite the shock of this she was juicing up even more. She leaned forward a little so he could get a good view down her front. The boy chuckled at the woman’s gesture and then he spread his legs and sat forward. “Unzip my pants with your teeth,” he smirked. “If you can.”

“Sir,” said Sarah, looking worried. “I don’t think I can reach.”

“So?”

So I have to try, thought Sarah. She wriggled forward on her knees, which was painful, and found by straining up she could get her mouth to his crotch. He was hard under his chinos and Sarah wanted that small cock free. She wanted in her mouth or in her cunt or in her arse. She wanted to serve Darren. She wanted to satisfy him.

Somehow she got the zip down. She could feel his stiff penis pushing up at her chin, and then there it was, barely obscured by his dark blue underpants. There was a small wet patch where the top of his erect cock was. Without being told, Sarah struggled to free the boy’s small but wonderfully hard prick from the confines of his underwear just using her teeth (but carefully, so as not to upset her new master), letting it spring free. It was thin but hard and wet at the head, with the small brighter pink bulbous head emerging from the foreskin. Sarah couldn’t help herself but she licked her lips as she stared at it. It was what she dreamed of every day, even when being fucked by a man or being tongued by a woman. “It’s free,” she said, with a note of pride.

“You want it?” Asked the boy, grinning down.

“What do you think, sir?” asked Sarah, offering a smile.

“I think you do, bitch. An’ I think you want me to hurt you.”

“I do,” agreed Sarah, feeling faint at the prospect of being fucked and hurt at the same time. Some boys were good at that; making a woman scream with pain while they hammered their little hard cocks into her. She wanted to ask how exactly he would do that to her, both at once, but the boy had slid forward a little more and his hard prick was at her mouth. Better to use your mouth for sucking and licking than waste time talking, thought Sarah and opened her red lips to accept Darren’s hard penis.

Sarah did her best sucking and blowing techniques from years of experience. The boy came fairly quickly and the boy moaned in pleasure over her, enjoying squirting into the woman’s mouth. Sarah used to be disappointed when they came as quick as that, but she soon realised it only meant they could recover quick and then do something else to her. If you were short of a time, two cums were better than waiting around for one. Maybe three if they were very horny.

The boy’s semen was thin and immature, but that was fine by Sarah. She had been fucked by lots of men and all semen tasted distinct, but a boy’s thin cum was always the sweetest, most desirable. She swallowed it eagerly and then, having cleaned the tip of the boy’s shrinking dick, she opened her mouth dutifully to show him she had swallowed it all. She kept her mouth open while he casually inspected her and then he pushed her back and got off the desk. Sarah didn’t get off her knees. The carpet’s ridges under her sore knees were making her feel she was here to be used and abused. But she kept her hands behind her and her cheat pushed out, hoping she would be used again soon.

Darren went to the office door and opened it a crack. “Come ‘ere, cunt,” he said to his mother in the outer office. “Come in here and clean up Sarah bitch.”
The secretary hurried in and didn’t seem either surprised that her son’s cock was still hanging out (if limp) and her boss was on her knees. It probably made perfect sense to the woman.

“I came in her mouth,” said Darren, casually. “So get it clean.”

Jane nodded, came over to Sarah and bent forward. She planted her lips on Sarah’s and kissed her -- but not for pleasure, fun though it was. Jane’s tongue probed and explored and licked round inside Sarah’s open mouth. She was cleaning out the boy’s remaining cum and after a minute she broke the kiss (which was making sarah juice up yet more) and lifted her head. “She’s clean, sir,” said Jane to her son. He was sat in Sarah’s chair, idly stroking his cock as he watched his mother kiss her boss. It was hardening up again. “Do it again, but longer,” said Darren, rubbing his cock more. “I like watchin’ sluts have lezzie sex.”

The two women French kissed again and at Darren’s insistence Jane brought her hand up and toyed with Sarah’s small but very hard nippled breasts. “Okay, stop,” said Darren. He hopped up and his small cock stood out from the front of his pants, aware both women were looking at it. “Time for a screw,” he said.

He smirked at the two females, his mother standing with hands behind back and Sarah kneeling, her hands out of the way too. “Question is, which one of you gets it?”

“Me,” said Sarah, before she could stop herself.

“Why you?” Darren was laughing. “What make you think I like a woman who’s all thin an’ scrawny and can’t suck properly.”

“But... I can,” objected Sarah.

“Nah. You swallowed it. An’ I didn’t tell you too, did I cunt? So me mum here gets in and has nothing to clean with her tongue.”

“Please,” gasped Sarah. “I didn’t know. I thought you’d be pleased.”

“Listen, fuck hole,” the boy said sitting back on the edge of the desk in front of Sarah. he was stroking his thin, hard cock to keep it erect. Sarah so wanted it back in her to show she could obey, do it right this time. “Listen up... you assumed I wanted you to swallow. But you should’ve asked, cunt. right?”

“Yes sir,” said Sarah, sadly. she hated failing an excited young boy.

“So me mum’ll get my cock in her an’ you can watch an’ learn, whore.”

“Please,” Sarah pleaded. “I promise I can do better, sir. Let me try again.”

Jane was looking down at her boss, and she shook her head. It appeared as if she was saying: ‘Poor Sarah; you have to learn or else.’

The boy however wasn’t interested in Sarah’s pleas. He told his mother to go and get her chair from the outer office and something to tie Sarah up with. The woman hurried off and was soon back, pushing her black swivel typist’s chair in front of her and holding a wide roll of shiny brown parcel tape. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said to her son. “This is all we have.”

“Huh, guess it’ll do,” said the boy. His cock had gone to semi-erect but Sarah guessed it wouldn’t be long before it was hard again. He took the tape, examined it, and then told Sarah to get up and sit of the typists chair. Sarah did and put her hands behind the chair; if she was going to be bound, she needed to show she was willing. Darren then tossed the roll of tape to his mum and told her to use the tape to fasten Sarah down. “An’ gag her too,” he added. “Don’t wanna hear her beggin’ to be fucked when I do you, pig mother.”

Jane nodded and began taping Sarah to the chair. She used plenty of tape too, winding it round the seated woman’s upper arms, chest, across her bust, round her waist and lower arms and round her ready-crossed wrists in the back. Then Jane began winding tape round Sarah’s knees and upper legs and under the chair seat and finally tied her ankles. She had used yards of tape but still had some left. “Sir, shall I gag her now?”

“Of course, you fuckin’ gag her, dozy bitch! I said I wanted her gagged, right?”

“Oh yes sir,” said Jane morosely. Perhaps, thought Sarah, she was fearing her son would not want her now and she’d get tied up and ignored. Then Jane did something Sarah didn’t expect: the secretary reached up her short skirt and hauled down her red lace panties. She sniffed them, held them under Sarah’s nose so the bound woman could appreciate the pussy juice aromas and then balled them up. Sarah understood what was needed and opened wide so her secretary could pack them into her open mouth. Then with her cheeks bulging, Jane would yards of tape round and round Sarah’s lower head so the panty gag stayed put.

“I’ve finished sir,” said Jane, almost with a little curtsy.

The twelve-year old grinned and patted Sarah’s desk. “’Kay,” he smiled at his mother. “Now get bent over, fuck bitch.”

Jane bent over the desk as indicated and her short skirt rode up. Her large buttocks were on view and she spread her legs wide. Darren chuckled as she stepped up behind his mother. “See, cunt,” he addressed the helpless Sarah. “I want you to watch while I fuck me mum. Get this: you should have had me in you, but guess you gotta learn how I like things. So next time you won’t swallow, will you?”

Sarah gulped as best she could and shook her head vigorously. She would learn indeed.

“Anyways, the bitch here will get me in her an’ you have to wait.”

Sarah moaned and nodded as she watched the boys now re-hardened cock pushing at his mother’s rear hole. “I’m gonna cum in her fat arse,” he said. “You see, she ain’t on the pill an’ I don’t use any johnnies.”

Sarah nodded again and watched Jane stiffen as her son’s slender but hard cock eased into her waiting back hole. Perhaps she was lubed up permanently for her son to use her, but while she looked distressed it wasn’t like it would be with a dry fuck. The sound that filled the room was Sarah’s heavy breathing through her nose, the woman on the desk sighing as she was getting buggered and the sound of Darren’s young balls slapping against his mum’s bum cheeks.

On the desk, inches from Jane’s tortured but excited face, the phone rang harsh and shrill. If Sarah hadn’t been so well bound she would have visibly jumped.
“Pick it up, fuck-whore an’ answer it,” ordered Darren as he continued to shag his mum’s offered rear.

Jane picked up the receiver. As best she could she said in a level voice, clearly struggling to ignore the arse-fucking she was getting: “Hi, yes... oh, hello Steve. No... Sarah’s just a bit tied up at the moment. I will get her to ring you as soon as she’s free. No... nothing’s wrong. That noise? Just some workmen, hard at it. Yeah, all this work to do and the workers are in, hammering away and stuff.” She almost breathed the last part as her excitement mounted. “I’ll get her to call you... bye!”

She put the phone down hurriedly and Darren was laughing. “That your fuck-wit of a husband, wonderin’ what you’re doing?” The boy said as he leered at Sarah as he continued hammering his mother, making her moan more as she slid back and forward on the polished surface, her large boobs spilling out of her top but squashed and sliding under her. Jane’s eyes were closed and she was dribbling, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Sarah nodded her reply to Sir’s question, staring at the scene in front of her, feeling hot and aroused and helpless. Steve wouldn’t know his wife was all tied up and was waiting to be used, hopefully made to have sex when the pre-teen had finished with his mother across the boss’s big desk. The boy was yelling as he came, pumping his semen into his mother’s rear hole, making her squeal as she clenched her fists, no doubt forbidden to use her hand to bring herself off. he slapped her arse cheeks resoundingly.

Sarah struggled in her bonds. She so wanted to cum too, so wanted to be fucked and used and maybe play with her hot, wet hole. But it was only Sir who was allowed to cum at the moment, not the bitches.

And she didn’t think of anything else until the boy and the woman looked round at the door and stared, not moving. Frozen, as it were. Sarah looked at them puzzled, then she heard a noise behind her. The taped up woman swivelled in her chair so she could see just what they were staring at.

Her heart sank as she recognised the person standing in the doorway, hands on hips and frowning hard at the bondage and the sex and no doubt smelling the aroma of arousal and cum.

It was her boss, Eleanor, glaring at them with hands on hips.

Fun time was over and with it, thought Sarah, so is my job.

End of part one