Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Mr. George surprises Alice with a guest.

I felt like crying, but the tears wouldn't come. I was standing in the middle of Sir's office with my hands tied behind my back, completely naked. I did not know what was happening around me, but I was nervous.

Mr. George has been commenting about how this week would be different, and other than the fact he wouldn't let me cum this week, everything has been almost the same.

My orgasm restrictions are because of what happened on Monday when I came without Sir's permission. Ever since that moment, I have not been allowed to cum. My pussy aches to cum, but Sir does not seem like he is going to budge.

Luckily, today is Friday, and everyone is in a better mood. So, surely he'll let me cum today.

I waited patiently for Sir to come and touch me however he pleased. The cool air hardened my tits, and I could feel my wetness start to leak down my thighs.

Finally, I heard voices from an unfamiliar person. Immediately, my heart started pounding. Sir hadn't warned me that people would be joining us today.

Or maybe he did; this week would be different.

The voices were muffled and sounded far away on the other side of the office. I shifted from side to side, suddenly feeling a wave of panic. I knew they could see me, all of me. Yet, I could only make out the muffled syllables of their words.

Suddenly, I felt Sir's lips at my ear, and he said to me, "This is what I've been telling you about slut. I need you to be a good girl and let this nice man, Mr., do whatever he wants to you. Okay?"

When he finished talking, a shiver ran down my spine. "Yes, sir," I responded as if I had any other option. I needed Mr. George's approval to keep my job.

Mr. George's lips disappeared from my ear, and I was alone again with nothing but the air to keep me company. My brain felt like scrambled eggs; I wondered who this person was and what they would do to me. Would they be gentle? Or would they be rough like Mr. George?

Rough hands that I did not recognize started to pinch my nipples, and a gasp escaped my lips. "Can I gag this bitch?" I heard the new man say. The fact that I didn't even know his name, but he knew what I looked like naked made my pussy throb with lust.

His hands left my nipples, and I vaguely heard Mr. George's drawer open, then the shuffling of toys. Then, after a few minutes, the drawer closed again.

"Open your mouth, whore" the new man said, and I obeyed him because I knew Sir was somewhere watching to make sure I was being a good girl for his guest.

The stranger put the ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head tightly. Now I couldn't see him, or scream, or move my hands. I was at the mercy of this stranger. Mr. George was probably sitting behind his desk, jacking off, watching the scene unfold.

The new man's hands were back on my nipples, and he began to pull them and twist them roughly. He started pulling them hard, then squeezing them with his nails. I swear I screamed once, but the gag completely muffled it.

I felt the feeling of rubber and then a quick, hard pinch. I realized the stranger was putting clamps on my nipples. When he was finished attaching the second clamp to my other nipple, he lightly tugged on the string that connected them. I moaned as he pulled it.

Then, I felt his hands against my back, pushing me forward. Eventually, I felt my hips hit the meeting table on the other side of Mr. George's office from his desk, where he was probably sitting, smiling, possibly recording this random man playing with my tits.

He shoved me down onto the meeting room table hard. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so that he could whisper in my ear, "Your boss told me to give you your final punishment for cumming without his permission."

"I personally wouldn't ever let you cum again, but he is nicer than I am." He continued, dropping my head back onto the table as if it were nothing.

I assumed he would surprise me with my final punishment because I didn't hear him say anything. With my blindfold still on, all I could do was sit there and wait for him to come back with whatever toy he was going to use to punish me.

Whack!

A stinging wave of pain flooded my pussy. My brain was fried; I was so confused.

Whack!

The stranger was slapping my pussy with a riding crop. I wanted to scream, but with the ball gag in my mouth, all that happened was drool started to drip down onto the table.

Whack!

Tears started to stream down my eyes; thankfully, the blindfold hid them from the stranger. I didn't want him to know I was crying.

Whack!

I screamed and screamed, but nothing came out except drool.

Whack!

I squirmed away from him, and he grabbed my hands that were tied together with the rope and pulled me back towards him. I was so scared he was going to slap my pussy again, and I could not take another spanking.

He must've known that because another one did not come. Suddenly, I felt someone undoing the knot on the blindfold. Then, my vision was flooded with fluorescent light. I blinked a million times, and then I finally made out the stranger.

He had a sculpted gote and curly, thick black hair. He was tall, and I could see his muscle outline even with his suit jacket on. He smiled when he saw me staring at him, and his teeth were so white.

"I wanted to look at your eyes while I fucked you," was all he said to me before he started to untie my hands from behind my back. I looked to my right and saw Mr. George at his massive mahogany desk.

His mouth was in a straight line, and I could tell by his stillness that he wasn't jacking off. He seemed upset about something, but I couldn't understand what.

I had no time to think because the new stranger was flipping me over on the table so that I was lying on my back, and my legs were straight in the air.

He grabbed my wrists and retied them so that they were above my head. Then, he grabbed another rope from Mr. George's desk drawer and tied my legs together.

"I think you're going to enjoy this slut," He told me as he started to finger my already dripping, sore pussy. I moaned loudly into my ball gag. He continued to add more fingers until he had four fingers drilling into my pussy.

I couldn't think; all I could think about were his four fingers. Then, they were gone. Leaving my pussy sad and empty, but he quickly returned with his dick.

He fucked my pussy so aggressively that I knew the rest of the office would be able to hear the slap sounds my ass made when he thrust into me.

I had been on the brink of cumming all week due to my restrictions. But, after my final punishment, I hoped that this random stranger would finally let me cum.

He held my ankles with his rough hands as he pounded his huge cock into my tight pussy. I knew I was about to cum, especially with the feeling of Mr. George's eyes on us. But I was trying to hold it as long as I could because I did not want next week to be a repeat of this week.

Finally, the stranger said, "Cum with me, baby," and I released the orgasm I had been holding for a whole week all over his dick. I vaguely heard a door open and close in the distance.

The stranger laid down on top of me with his dick still deep inside my pussy. I turned my head to look for Mr. George, but his chair was empty.