Title: Miss Prim & Proper, or what goes around, comes around

Codes: MF, torture, humiliation, nc, drugs
Outline: Cynthia gets some payback when a rebuffed suitor from her youth finally takes what already should have been his years ago (and then starts handing it out to every one...)
Suggestor: likes to be unmentioned


Chapter 11 - New and improved office worker

Cynthia stood slightly trembling in front of her former boss, Mr. Johnson. She had just informed him about the utter failure regarding the DataSerf BDSM-5000 she had been send out to test. Another reason that she trembled was because she knew she would need another shot of Z this evening. And Mark had informed her that if she would not succeed in keeping her job, she would have to work the streets instead. Of course, without her knowing, Mr. Johnson (or Zach for friends and close business associates) was fully informed about her status.
Of course, Cynthia would keep a job (though not necessarily her previous one), or otherwise Zach (or rather, his wife and daughter) would be cutoff from his own supply of Z. And given the control he had over them this way and amount of pussy both put out to him, his friends and the weekly customer or two that Fred or Mark set them up with, Zach had no intention of endangering said supply.
However, it also did not refrain Zach from toying with the uncertain and nervous Cynthia a bit. When she first joined the IT-department of his company some 15 years ago, he hoped she would be an easy lay as most of the women working there. With the average IT-nerd being anti-social, shy and usually lacking body hygiene, most of the women were all too happy when a normal guy approached them. But Zach was soon disappointed when his initial attempts were brushed aside. Even the nice and easy approach he adopted during the last years, when she reached middle-management, had not gotten him any closer to her tits or between her legs.

But now, according to Mark during their phone conversation yesterday, he did not need to worry about sexual harassment lawsuits or other crap like that. Like Mark said it in his usual subtle style: "She's got to make amends for every male she's spurned for hitting on her or simply rebuked for being caught checking out her lovely legs. Consider her free game for every guy, young or old, and all they can think of, plain or wild. Preferably wild with a determination to humiliate and enslave her in her new role."

So, there she stood, wiggling nervous, in her spandex mini-skirt that hugged her firm ass and well shaped hips. The 3-inch heeled shoes and the semi-transparent blouse with the top button undone so that the top half of her round tits were clearly visible.
Just like Zach imaged a woman who suddenly found herself in a position where she had to use her body to get (or keep) a job, but lacked the experience in doing so.

"So, let me get this straight," he started, "Regarding this BDSM-whatever-thingy... You basically have been given the run-around for... how long have you been away now? Four months? And what makes you think that this company can afford to let someone as gullible as you get back in the position you had before?"
Cynthia cringed at the piercing eyes of her former (and hopefully new) boss and felt herself get weak in the knees. She stammered something vague and unintelligibly about track record and commitment to the company, but with a wave of his hand Mr. Johnson cut her off.
"Sweety, as you know, you're only as good as your last job... and your last one was a major fuck-up... I think you see that yourself as well."
His comment might be harsh, direct and humiliating, but Cynthia realized he was right.
"And as far as commitment goes... things have changed somewhat. The MBA-wizards, from that east coast firm we hired back in Q1, concluded in their report that commitment to the company does not cut it anymore in these times. What we need right now it cooperation with and commitment to ones fellow colleagues. And, as far as I remember, that was something you lacked spectacularly!"
Cynthia felt as if she had been dealt a blow right in her stomach. Swallowing quickly to suppress a wave of nausea, she stuttered: "But-but- I-i-i am sure I can-n-n ad-d-d-apt! These four months have given me a new perspective on life..."
And she knew that she had to act fast before Mr. Johnson could send her away. As much as it still repulsed to use her body (even if it was only looked at for now) she bended over and lowered her ample cleavage towards his eyes, and suggested: "As for commitment, I would not mind proofing my continuous commitment to this company and its staff..."
At 'staff' her eyes locked on to the now obvious bulge in Zach's crotch. Even sitting down his excitement, caused by the wantonly display of sexuality in front of his eyes, was clearly visible.
Zach pressed the button to close the blinds in his office. Together with the soundproof glass, they were now isolated from the cubicles that he usually oversaw.
Dropping all pretense, he stepped up to her and grabbed her tits through the blouse and bra. Cynthia started to raise her hands and slap his away, but remembered her need to land and keep this job just in time. Her hands now landed softly on his and actually helped him massaging her boobs.
"Mmmm, Mr. Johnson... "
"Call me Zach, that suits the new policy better, I suppose" and he released one tit to pull the outward willing, but inward reluctant, brunette closer to him.
He planted his lips firmly on hers and no sooner had their kiss started when his tongue wiggled his way deep in her mouth.
Cynthia need all her willpower to refrain from biting hard on the fleshy invader that slithered around her own tongue. Instead she even managed to wrap her arm around his torso and slide her hand inside the backside of his pants. She needed this job! Even if it meant to act like a cheap street-slut! Squeezing his ass through the underwear, a soft moan indicated his obvious approval.


... tbc

rprisingly tight ass through the underwear, the soft moan from Zach indicated his obvious approval.
As he broke the kiss, she managed to look slightly disappointed, as if she wanted it last longer. For all she cared, Zach could have dropped dead right there in front of her, as long she got her (well, in fact any) job back.
"Oh yeah, Zach, that felt so-o go-o-od," she cooed, smiled at him and squeezed his ass again.
"I know something that feels much better," Zach countered and he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "How about your sweet lips around my cock? Show some commitment to THAT member of the team and you might get a job again..."
The threat hung in the air for about two seconds, but then Cynthia, with considerable chagrin, acknowledged to herself that she really had no choice. Without the blowjob, no job for sure... with the blowjob, who knows...
Continuing her smile, she lowered herself on her knees. Zach looked down and besides the bulge in his own underwear he was treated on a top-down view of Cynthia's firm tits. From here he could even see the start of each of her aureola, just beginning to shape themselves on the seam of the low cut bra. But soon the view was blocked by her head bending forward. A few seconds later, his underpants were drawn down and a warm wetness engulfed his already stiffening cock. Wow, it shot through his mind, 'Ice Queen Cynthia' on her knees in front of him sucking his cock!

After a few more strokes, Cynthia let the spit covered pole slip out of her mouth and looked up. "Is this ok, Zach? Or did you want something else?"
Zach looked into the questioning eyes below him. Besides her expected and obvious contempt of being forced to perform this lewd act, he also saw something else...
It was just like the same look in the eyes of his wife and daughter once they fucked themselves silly when under the influence of Z.
This bitch on front of him on her knees was actually getting excited as well!
Inwardly he smiled a big grin... despite the humiliating act she was perform right now (and even without knowing whether she would get some results in the end), 'Ice Queen Cynthia' was getting worked up! 
His cock jerk up and stiffened a bit more at this thought. "No, my sweet cocksucker, this is just fine. Wrap those warm lips around it again and relax that throat a bit. I am going to fuck your face until I cum!"
As Cynthia complied, because out of necessity and because, as Zach correctly guessed, she really was getting horny, she even placed her hands on his ass again to help him fuck her mouth better.
While Zach was not as long as Fred or Mark, or as wide as that one kid from the Spires brothers, he was reaching the back of her throat at the end of every powerful stroke between her lips.
The thick head of his circumcised cock just triggered her gag-reflex, but before he managed to push deeper past her esophagus, the cock was pulled backwards again till only that same thick head was placed between her pressing lips. Her mouth was just a fuck-tube that Zach used at his own speed and leisure. Despite the gag-reflex triggering a violent pulsating spams time and time again in her stomach, Cynthia got more excited with every powerful stroke that Zach made and after a few minutes even pushed the fleshy pole deeper inside her by pulling firmly on Zach's ass every time.
Zach was now bucking his hips back and forth and seriously fucking the face of the comely brunette. Too soon he felt the telltale signs in his balls and without bothering to warn Cynthia he let the joy of his own orgasm wash over him as he pumped load after load of his manjuice in her gulping mouth. The first volley of sperm had caught Cynthia unprepared and she was now couching and retching to get some air. But at the same time, her time with Fred and Mark had learned her that no man likes his sperm to be spitted out. So, despite her coughing she kept her lips tightly locked on the erupting cock. These uncontrolled spams and added pressure of her lips only added to Zach's pleasure as he continued to empty his balls in Cynthia's mouth.

Finally the flood ended and as Zach's hips stopped bucking, Cynthia was able to swallow the sperm that had collected in her mouth, without spilling a drop of it. She even automatically licked any remaining drops of sperm from the deflating cock. Zach realized that not even a high priced call-girl could have improved the blowjob he just received. Of course, there was no way in hell that he was going to tell Cynthia this... the prig that teased his cock for so many years was still seriously behind on paying back debt.

After he corrected his clothing and had walked back to his desk, he looked at the still kneeling, somewhat panting and obviously excited well figured brunette. Her tits had sprung free from her 3/4-bra and were now pushed upward by the nylon cups. He could clearly see the erect nipples standing up. Ah well, that had to be another time... he still needed some work to do after all...
"Ok, this is the plan then..."
Cynthia looked up with anxiety. To her this meant her fat was being decided upon. Get the office job or be out on the street playing the hooker for Mark and his team....
Zach raised a hand an counted on his fingers.
"One: you will start tomorrow at 7:30 AM. Two: you will take the newly created job of sexetary. Yes, that is not a mispronunciation."
Cynthia looked quizzically at her (once again) boss.
"Your desk will be over there. Basically your job-description is to help each and any member of the staff with each and any request they have. I'll leave it up to your imagination what those requests might be, but with the current increased crisis-workload and the recent report, I am sure you can make an educated guess..."
Cynthia sure could... with forty-something males working in a high stress environment, they were sure several that needed sexual release and if they could not get it at home due to their own inadequacies or because their wives were working their asses of as well (and therefore too tired for sex), these guys would have, as of tomorrow, her as the company playtoy... She slumped in defeat, but also accepted once more the fact that she needed this job.
"Good... I see you get my drift. Now, a few more things..."
"Three: a short sleeved, or sleeveless blouse with either a zipper or buttons in front will be mandatory."
"Four: a short skirt with a hemline halfway, of higher, up your thighs."
"Five: high heeled shoes or low, as in maximum of three inch above your ankle, boots. Whatever choice, the heels will be at least two inches."
Counting along on his other hand, Zach kept on looking at the kneeling, downcast slender woman.
"As for advice..."
"Six: no jewelry. It might damage your skin."
"Seven: be prepared. Take an enema before coming in for work, lube your holes and stash plenty of mouthwash and lube in your desk."
"Eight: never ever complain or refuse the guys what they want. It will get you fired on the spot!"
"Nine: hitch up that skirt and show me how you masturbate yourself until you cum!"

Cynthia jerked her head up and looked at Zach as if she did not understand the last command.
"Remember number eight!" Zach snarled at her. "I am not kidding... finger that cunt until you cream those panties of yours!"
Once more ordered like a cheap nightclub stripper doing her trick for a few dollars, she fumbled as the hemline of her skirt and pulled it up.
As she spread her legs, the black lacy thong, that Mark had told her  in the morning to wear, came into view.
"That's my girl... now start working that cunt... Just pull that black thingy out of the way and rub that twat!"
Seeing now way to escape this ordeal, Cynthia's only choice was to obey. With one hand she pulled aside the front of the thong and revealed her shaven cunt.
Her other hand started to rub the already wet lips. She was surprised by her own wetness and felt so ashamed. Getting sexually excited from sucking a cock was not her usual self...
A moan escaped her mouth as her fingers slid inside and touched her engorged clit. Her slick cunt seemed to suck in her fingers all by itself!
Pulling the thong further aside, she gave herself better access and soon three fingers where knuckle deep pumping in and out her vagina, while the thumb pressed deliciously on her sensitive clit.
"Nnngg..." she groaned and almost fell over from pleasure. She remembered in time that for sure Zach would want to see everything so with great willpower she kept herself upright.
The tension in her abdomen grew and intensified and Cynthia increased the speed and dept of her thrusts.
Despite the earlier orgasm, Zach felt his cock stir again at the lewd spectacle in front of him.
Cynthia, 'Ms. Prim and Proper' a.k.a. 'Ice Queen' from so many years ago, was now on her knees rubbing her own pussy, only to please him... Damn! Talk about payback time!!
While he enjoyed the increased breathing and moaning in front of him, he once more pressed the button that managed the blinds.

And when Cynthia reached her peak by ramming her fingers all the way in her soaking pussy, her orgasm was applauded by most of the staff that had gathered around the office once they noticed what was going on.
But at that time, Cynthia was past caring... all that mattered were the joyful shocks of pleasure that shot through her body and made her forget, if even for a few minutes, the ordeal she would have to go through in the next foreseeable future...

Once she regained her breath, the shame and humiliation hit her full force as it occurred to her what she had just done... With this blatant display of sexuality the guys knew exactly what they could expect of her... Even if her nameplate would have read "Cynthia Hauser - CIO, VP" she still would have to bow to all their wishes and commands.

When she left for the door on her way out, Zach stopped her with a last remark.
"Ten: You will be called 'Cindy' as of now, as you will see on your nameplate tomorrow... Cynthia seems a bit to serious for a company fuckslut like you..."
