After parking her car in the garage under the office building, Barbi swung her legs out and stood. She tugged the hem of her dress down. She had chosen another of the dresses Mr. Howard ***********ed for me, of course. It was form-fitting over the hips and, yes, very, very short. It was black and she chose black, lacy thigh-high stockings and high heels. The top was a cowl around the neck, completely backless, with material hanging from the neck to the waist of the dress to loosely cover her tits. It was gapped between her tits and loose on the sides. Her tits moved very freely underneath. It seemed that each step caused the hem to rise dangerously close to revealing either her thong in front or the bottoms of her ass cheeks in back.
As she approached the elevator, she spotted Mr. Howard carrying his ever-present briefcase. He smiled when he spotted her. "My … that dress is amazing on you, dear." Other people, having been preoccupied by their phones, turned to look. Several men leered at her while the two women in business suits gave her looks of disapproval and then considered Mr. Howard. He had a reputation for his attitudes about women. Did these women know him or his reputation? It was hard for Barbi to tell. Then, again, she didn't strain her bimbo brain about it too much, either.
In the elevator, the other two women entered first, clearly assuming a right by some status she didn't recognize. Mr. Howard entered after Barbi and nudged her to a corner. It was only two levels to the main lobby, but he managed to raise the skirt hem to expose her ass and stroked it until the elevator dinged and stopped. She discreetly, she hoped, tugged the hem back down.
They walked from the garage elevator across the lobby to a bank of elevators for the offices above. Mr. Howard led her past the others to the last ones. Once inside, they were the only ones. He pressed floor seven buton, placed his briefcase on the floor, and turned to her. "I love that dress, Barbi. I think you need more in that style." She smiled. He put his fingers on the inside edges of the material covering her tits and lightly moved it. Except for the size of my tits, the material moved easily. He pulled the material out and over to expose her tits. She glanced at the numbers slowly indicating each floor. Number four. His fingers held her nipples. Number five. He twisted and pulled on them. Number six. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he adjusted her dress to cover her tits as the ding indicated floor seven.
They walked down the hallway to the left. Did she remember, or did she just follow him? He tested the door handle and found it locked. They were early. She had been early because she had wanted to greet each of the guys as they entered. Her bimbo brain thought that by kissing them and pressing her tits into them first thing, she might get her some fucks on her second day. Her third full day of freedom from the treatment center and the conclusion of therapy with that doctor. She never did know his name or why he used his small house for therapy sessions. She never saw any indication of other patients. Oh well. Her third day of freedom to be the bimbo she was, and her second day in Mr. Howard's office. Yesterday she gave four blowjobs and was fucked only by Mr. Howard. Today she hoped for more fucks. It flashed through her bimbo brain: men like to fuck bimbos and bimbos like to fuck men. It was one of many flashes that came out of nowhere with comforting assurances.
Inside the office, her desk was front and center. She stepped to it, dropped her small purse on the glass surface, and tugged the dress up so she could reach the waistband of her thong. She wiggled it down over her hips and down her thighs. The darn thing was already wet, she giggled with knowing excitement, which caused her to have to tug it more from her cunt. When she had it off her feet, she was prepared to spread it out on the side of my desk, but Mr. Howard took it from her.
"It is nearly soaked through," he said softly. "I think my bimbo requires fucking today," he laughed.
"Always, sir," she replied with a giggle. "That's what you called me, remember, sir? You said I was a fuckable bimbo."
He handed her the thong, and she carefully spread it on her desk where it would be easily seen for what it was. "Where do you do your fucking, dear?" he asked. He was testing her, but she remembered.
She smiled at him, "In the office-bedroom, sir," she proudly announced. "I remembered, sir. Only the office-bedroom for being naked and fucking." Then, she stepped into his body and looked up at him, "Unless I close the door to your personal office, of course," she said, trying to tempt him. He laughed and swatted her barely covered ass.
"Not now, dear. As much as I always want to fuck your bimbo cunt, I have to prepare for a meeting soon." He turned but stopped. "There will be two men arriving for a meeting. While they wait, be sure to … keep them entertained."
She smiled widely, "I will, sir." In her apartment, she had sat in front of the mirror and tested the dress. Her cunny cunt was mostly exposed if her legs weren't tightly pressed together. She giggled to herself, who can do that all the time?
She went back to make coffee and turn on the large printer/copier, and was returning when the first of the guys began arriving. She wasn't surprised to see Tom arriving first. He was the only real full-time employee. Sometimes, she was told, he might not come into the office as he searched for clues and evidence to support Mr. Howard's cases. She smiled at seeing him. While giving blowjobs, she determined the size of each cock. A bimbo likes cocks, was another flash through her brain, but still a bigger one is even nicer to like. Like Mr. Howard's big cock. Tom's was just an inch smaller and just as thick. She really, really hoped he would fuck today, and she pressed her tits into him as she greeted him with a kiss. His hands pulling her dress up to fondle her ass cheeks and it gave her more hope.
She gave each of the other three a similar greeting, and she was encouraged when each fondled some part of her nakedness under the dress. Adam stroked her cunt; Jason teased her nipples; and Billy even thrust a finger into her dripping cunt. Sitting at her desk with the thong right there on the edge, she found it hard to be still. Her cunt was already itching to be fucked.
She turned her computer on and began sorting through emails, forwarding some to different guys or to all if it was for general information. Her attention was drawn to someone walking past the glass door of their office. That was exciting, too. She opened her thighs as the man looked in. Did he know about her? Maybe he had seen her yesterday or today in the lobby dressed like a bimbo. He started turning when her thighs parted, and he did a double-take. She smiled as she turned her attention back to the computer monitor.
It was then that it hit her. Sitting at the computer, her fingers flew over the keyboard and sorted through programs as if it were something just part of her being or brain connection. She sat back and stared at the monitor. She had two windows open and had been moving back and forth. Mr. Howard was right. She was a bimbo. She could tell because her cunny cunt was still itching and her nipples were hard. But she was different at the same time. Her bimbo brain, which sometimes couldn't add four men and Mr. Howard to come up with five, was actually functioning.
She wanted to think about that, but when she tried, her bimbo brain took over … or rather, her bimbo brain shut down the thinking. She shrugged and turned back to the monitor and began working, leaving her bimbo confusion behind.
One email was from Mr. Howard. She had to open that one quickly, she thought. It contained a portion of a written petition to a court regarding a client. In it, the petition pointed to a prior determined case in support of the argument, but the reference was blank. Below was the inserted segment of the petition that Mr. Howard requested: 'Find me the court findings I need for this argument.' He had included the angle of argument he wanted to present and was hoping there was established precedence to support it. There was no specified time requirement given.
She leaned back in the chair to consider the request. Her new computer was equipped with the programs, law search engines, and databases she should need. Her mind was buzzing thinking of the appropriate search method. As she leaned back in the chair, her legs parted as she considered her approach to the problem. That was when the mail carrier entered the office. Barbi looked up at hearing the door, but was slow in closing her thighs. She glanced down and saw that her dress was bunched at the top of her thighs. The lace tops of her stockings were exposed, of course, and a lot of bare skin above that. The guy obviously saw, too. Judging from his expression and the way he froze, he saw a lot more than that.
"You … ah … are new here," he stammered.
Barbi stood quickly and tugged the dress down. She stepped around the desk and offered her hand in greeting, which felt weird because she had been kissing everyone in the office. "Yes, I am. Started yesterday. My name is bimbo … no! … I mean my name is Barbi." She was blushing, and that was a first in a long time that she could remember.
He nodded and smiled. He handed her the mail. "I'll be seeing a lot of you, then," he said. "No, I didn't mean that … I mean I will be seeing …"
Barbi laughed and touched his arm. "It's okay. I look forward to seeing you again, too."
"Yeah," he muttered, "me, too." Then, he did a double-take as he looked directly at the thong spread on the desk. She smiled at him. He nodded, turned, and bumped into the door jam. She giggled after he successfully got out the door.
As she was turning back to her desk with the mail, she saw Tom standing there and his face coming to hers. He kissed her intently, his hand mauling a breast. "That was hot, Barbi. You're hot. The way you greeted us was hot." He looked her in the eyes and tugged her away from the desk. she reached out with the mail and dropped it on the desk. Most of it stayed there. "Time to use that new office," he said urgently.
"Oh, yes," Barbi said. "Wait, Tom." She stepped past the office-bedroom to Mr. Howard's open door. "Sir, when do you expect your guests?"
"Not for another hour." He looked past her at Tom and smiled. "Plenty of time for Tom, dear."
She turned, and this time she pulled Tom. Entering that office, she shut the door. "The door is closed, so I can be naked. You want me naked, Tom?"
"Damn right," he exclaimed as he began removing his clothes. She smiled. He had a lot more clothes to take off than she did.
She stood naked after wiggling out of the dress. Standing in stockings and heels, her tits rose and fell with her heavy breaths as she watched more and more of him become exposed to her eyes. She knew of his cock, of course. Because she had sucked him yesterday, as she had done the others, too. When he was naked, she pressed her naked body against his, her tits flattening against his chest as she reached up to kiss him with hard, intense desire.
"I've needed to be fucked here," she gasped.
He chuckled, "This is only your second day," he said
"Maybe," she replied gasping while kissing him, "but when Mr. Howard told me I would be working for him and be his bimbo to share with his office … I couldn't wait for it to be real," she gasped. "Make it real, Tom. Make me feel like the bimbo Mr. Howard wants me to be."
"Fuck, yeah," he exclaimed as he backed her to the bed, his hard cock in her hand. "This is the hottest thing I could ever imagine." She smiled at that. "I can imagine a lot, too, Barbi."
She crawled backwards on the bed and put her arms out. "Fuck me, Tom."
He pushed her onto her back, took her legs and bent them at the knees, and pushed them wide apart. He sat for a minute between her splayed legs, looking at her wet cunt. He reached out and slid a finger over it. "Are you always so wet, Barbi?"
She nodded. "I think so. I'm always so horny. It's what I am." She breathed the truth that ran through her brain with recurring insistence, "Men like to fuck bimbos and bimbos like to fuck men," she gasped. "Fuck me, please."
He leaned forward over her, his hand on his cock, guiding it to her wet cunt, waiting, drooling for it. His cock touched, just touched, her cunt, and she gasped. She nodded to him urgently for more. He pressed forward, and inches entered her. She groaned and moaned, took him by his arms, and pulled hard. His cock slid inside easily, and she clamped her cunt around his cock. He gasped as she did. He pulled back and thrust hard, sending his cock deep into her. She hugged him hard as he pulled his hips back and thrust hard, again. Their bodies smacked together.
She wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered into a rhythm of fucking with long and strong strokes. She gasped and kissed, their moans joining inside thier mouths. She chanted a chorus of "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" as he groaned and grunted. He fucked her until she tried to roll them. He caught on and let it happen by shifting his knees. She was on top and stared down at him as she rose and fell, over and over, staring, fucking, and all the while her tits bounced and swayed until he captured them and mauled them.
"Yes," she cried out, "maul my tits as I fuck you." She stared down at him with blazing lust, "Give me your cum, fuck your cum into me, fill me."
She felt his need to climax rising, but she also felt her own rising orgasm cresting, rising, ready to break like a giant wave to crash over her. It was right …
"Ohhhh … FUCK … I'm cummminggg," he cried out. She joined him.
* * * *
"Oh, Billy," Barbi said, surprised as she was leaving the office with Tom still getting dressed. She was tugging her dress down over her hips and nearly bumped into Billy, who was standing right outside the door. She looked in his face, "Oh, I'm sorry, Billy, but Mr. Howard has a guest arriving soon, and I have to greet them." He was obviously disappointed. Their noise apparently set more into motion than just their climaxes. She kissed him on the mouth, "But I will come find you when they leave."
"Promise?" he asked with a bit of desperation.
She crossed over her left tit, "Bimbo's honor." He laughed.
She was at her desk for only about ten minutes when the door opened. She looked up to find two men dressed in suits. One was older, the other much younger, even younger than she. Barbi smiled, "Good morning, gentlemen," she said cheerily.
"We're here to see Marty Howard," the older man offered.
Barbi checked her computer as if she didn't know, "Yes, Mr. Harrison." The older man nodded, but his eyes found something on her desk of particular interest. She smiled and gestured to the chairs opposite her desk.
When the men were seated, she offered, and they declined, a bottle of water. She returned to her computer, sending Mr. Howard a note that his guests had arrived. She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them. Maybe she did it a bit slow and maybe with a bit of exaggeration. The younger man leaned to the older and whispered something.
"I'm old, James, not blind," he said just barely loud enough for me to hear. "Why else would her thong be on her desktop?" She smiled at him. He gave her a polite nod just as Mr. Howard arrived.
About an hour later, she heard Mr. Howard's office door open behind her. Actually, it was her assumption since it didn't seem like anyone would be going into the office-bedroom. When they came into view, she offered, "I hope your meeting was productive, gentlemen."
"Oh, it was," the younger one said as he came to her desk and extended his hand. Up closer, she guess his age is closer to maybe 20 years. She shifted in her chair since his hand didn't quite reach close enough, forcing her legs to part and to lean forward. The effect, of course, was to cause her tits to move and her cunt to be more exposed. He smiled, but was turned away by the older man quickly.
"James," the older man admonished, "control, please. This is why you are in trouble in the first place."
Mr. Howard was standing nearby, seemingly enjoying the whole encounter. He showed the men to the door and exchanged some words. When he turned back from the door, he saw her watching with raised eyebrows. He smiled and took a seat in one of the waiting chairs in front of her desk, about ten feet away. He looked under her desk, smiled, and stood.
"Harassment charge against the younger one. If his explanation of the events is close to accurate, there is a chance to at least minimize the decision," he explained as he sat on the edge of the desk.
"He was quite brazen about getting a good look at me," Barbi said with a giggle. "Not that I minded, of course. The older one was the one who spotted my thong first. He remained quite polite."
"The younger one is the grandson and lives with the older, who is no longer married. He has quite the reputation as a womanizer, which probably led to the younger one's proclivity to being brazen with the opposite sex."
"So, that was the admonishment for control," she said, replaying the comments. He nodded. "Perhaps, maybe, my brazen exhibitionism isn't …"
"No," he quickly cut her off, "what happens in this office will have had no cause for why they come to this office. They are already in trouble or otherwise needing our help. That is no reason for us not to allow ourselves our own enjoyment." She nodded her understanding. "So," he said in a way that signaled a change in conversation, "you and Tom finally christened the new office …" She nodded with a smile. "Good, good … finally my bimbo gets properly used. I think a new rule is needed as a result, though." She waited expectantly. She liked the rules. "If fucking is going to happen while clients are in the office, we'll need some way to gag your very vocal sounds."
She looked at him nervously until he reached over, slipped a hand under the material covering a tit, and squeezed a nipple. "I love how vocal you are, my bimbo." Another flash shot through my brain, 'Bimbos love being fucked and used by men and are uninhibited in the enjoyment of it.'
She smiled up at him as he teased the nipple and made no effort to dissuade the attention. "It's what I am, sir," she uttered, feeling arousal quickly coursing through her body. Frankly, it didn't take much. "Bimbos are uninhibited in enjoying being used."
He nodded, giving the nipple a final pinch that caused her to wince without pulling back in the slightest. "Bimbo Barbi is perfect," he said, and she smiled with pride at his praise. "Don't you worry your bimbo brain about it, we men will work it out."
She smiled and looked down at his crotch. She thought she might detect an increased bulge in his slacks. "Sorry, dear," he said, noting her gaze, "I have a phone call to make."
"But, sir," she replied quickly with urgency in her tone, "I could be under your desk. I can be quiet with your cock in my mouth." He laughed and nodded.
"Thank you, sir," She said as they walked to his office, "all that teasing of the men got me very needy to at least feel cock." She spotted Billy standing up, and she held up a finger to him. Oh, darn, Billy … I'll have to make it up to him special. She giggled. This is turning into a great bimbo day. Mr. Howard looked at her curiously after her giggle, but she didn't explain. A bimbo's mind is sometimes better not to try to explain.
She crawled under his desk, dressed. Well, by the time she was on her hands and knees, the tight dress was bunched over her hips, but nobody but her knew that. He loosened his slacks and took the chair, rolling it to the desk. She grasped his semi-hard cock as he picked up the office phone. Her lips immediately engulfed the head of his cock, and she heard him release a soft groan as he punched in the numbers for the call.
"Your mouth feels like heaven, dear," he uttered as the phone began to ring. She smiled around his cock and she pulled off, bumping her head again, and began licking up and down his long, thick, wonderful shaft. She heard someone enter the office and take one of the visitor chairs. She got no indication from Mr. Howard to stop, and he had to know this was going to happen, and still agreed to her sucking him … so she continued. His cock was getting harder by the moment, growing in her mouth. What a delicious and wonderful feeling.
"Teddy … yeah, this is Marty. I have Tom in the office with me, so I'm putting you on speaker." A pause, then, "Do you know young James Harrison?"
"The rich guy's son? Yeah, what's he done this time?" the man named Teddy replied.
"A harassment charge. He claims she agreed, and it was consensual. The old man believes she is just after a settlement agreement."
"How can I help?" Interesting, she thought.
"Tom will send you a picture and critical information. She apparently likes the clubs and to party. I need you to set her up and see if she responds in kind. Tom will be there to take photos of the results. I need you two to coordinate."
"Heh, not a problem. Tom is very professional. If she is what you think, we'll get it. But, if she isn't?"
Mr. Howard chuckled, "Not our problem. The kid has been charged before, but the old man settled. He's just tired of it and came to me. If the kid is guilty, it's his ass if he keeps getting into these situations." The call ended shortly after.
After a few moments of silence, "She's under there, isn't she?" came Tom's voice. "I noted your face change several times." Mr. Howard must have nodded, but he didn't say anything. "She does have a good mouth. Her cunt is good, too." A very short pause, "I'll leave you to enjoy the end," he added with a chuckle, and he was gone.
Moments later, Mr. Howard filled Barbi’s mouth with cum. She cleaned his cock dutifully, and he rolled back so she could crawl out. She knelt before him, licking her lips to check for any wayward drops of cum. "Thank you, sir," she said.
"You are such a good bimbo, dear," he sighed. She smiled at the praise.
* * * *
She sat in his office later in the day. She was sitting in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Her legs were demurely crossed despite the micro dress she wore, which rose to the top of her thighs whenever she sat. The tops of the stockings she wore were fully exposed.
Mr. Howard opened two pill containers and shook out one from each. He slid them across the desk, and she reached forward to take them. Her big breasts almost fell out of the loose material forming the cover in the cowl dress, especially with no bra worn at work. No thong was obvious since they were spread out on her desk.. Open your legs, bimbo, and flash him came a thought, so she did as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs. He smiled. She really, really liked it when he smiled at her.
"Once a month, I will give you the white pill, Barbi. It is your birth control. Don't want our bimbo getting pregnant." She giggled at that. "I will also give you this blue pill every month for the next six months." He didn't say what it was for, but that was fine. There was a lot she didn't understand or need to know.
* * * *
Mr. Howard leaned back in his desk chair and watched as the pills were swallowed dry. The bimbo will do anything, he thought. This was working better than he ever imagined, and it was only beginning. The scientist had given him a supply of the blue pills, which had to be taken by her every month for six months to cement the changes in her brain. After that, the changes would be permanent.
Marty Howard didn't understand the science behind nanotechnology or the reprogramming that had been done. He just wanted the bimbo that resulted. He had always been a womanizer, which was why he never hired women for the office. He was constantly afraid of losing control and ruining his reputation and success with a harassment lawsuit. Not to worry, any longer. Not with a bimbo, he mused, watching her. She was recrossing her legs, again. She enjoyed flashing her bald cunt and being braless. He had to admit, though, he was more fond of her than being a bimbo. He would like to have an airhead bimbo around for worry-free sex. But he found her more intriguing than just a sex object. That surprised him. He actually enjoyed her company and devotion.
Hmm, he thought as he watched his bimbo mindlessly swallow the blue pill without asking what it was for. He had made his successful living by manipulating and taking advantage of others to his benefit, but mostly in the courtroom. No matter if it was opposing attorneys, judges, or juries, they were all fair game for him to win at all costs. And, there were none better at it, it seemed, than he. So, why, he mused, was he feeling different about her? She was what he wanted, a ditzy bimbo willing and eager to fuck and be fucked and do as she was told. He nodded to himself. She was defenseless. The others were part of the game with their own egos, skills, and agendas. She, his bimbo, had none of those things. Defenseless, and it was his doing. Yes, she was different. She, he confirmed in his mind, most definitely had to be protected.
* * * *
Mr. Howard had been thinking about something. she could tell by how quiet and distracted he had become. She knew, somehow, that he was the one who thought things. She did what she was told. She liked that. It worked well. Sometimes, she thought thinking would hurt. She giggled. She thought thinking might hurt? Thought … thinking … she giggled, again.
"Something amusing, my dear," he asked.
She looked up suddenly. "I was just thinking about thinking, sir. I was thinking … imagine that … and how I sometimes think that thinking could give me a headache."
He smiled, "I never know what you are likely to say next," he said. "Open your legs as wide as you can in that chair," he said softly.
She did immediately, of course. She not only obeyed, but she also liked showing her cunny cunt. Those men that morning sure saw it. She looked at Mr. Howard, wondering if he would have her do something else. Maybe fuck her, again? Or, give him another blowjob?
"Whose cum is that leaking from your cunt, dear?" He asked it in such an easy way that it seemed a natural thing to ask.
"Well, sir …" she thought for a moment, "… well, it has to be a mix of cum, don't you think? I think it has to be. But," she said with emphasis, with a sudden thought, "the last one to fuck me was Jason. It might be more his, don't you think, sir?"
"I think you are probably correct, Barbi." That brought a big smile to her face. Mr. Howard was so so good about telling her when she was right and helping her when she got stuck on a word or thought. "How many times were you fucked today, dear?"
"Uhmmm … okay … let me see …" she started naming them silently in her head and using her fingers. "Five," she said triumphantly. "All five of you." Then she stopped. "No … no, that's not right. Tom fucked me twice. So that's … uhm … six, right, sir?"
"Very good, dear. Very good, indeed. You like being fucked, don't you, bimbo Barbi?"
"Oh God, yes! It's the best thing ever. You know bimbos. Men like to fuck bimbos and bimbos like to fuck men." He smiled at the mantra. There were several he would hear her repeating out loud. The re-programming, undoubtedly. "Well, sir, you know I like to give blowjobs, too. AND, I really like being naked."
"I worry about you at the apartment. I'm afraid that if you were to fuck men there, you might be hurt by someone. I don't want that."
"Oh, no. You said I shouldn't fuck anyone you haven't approved. I remember, sir."
"Have I told you what a good and wonderful bimbo you are?"
She laughed, "You have … a lot, really … but it is good to hear. It makes me all juicy in my cunny cunt."
"Is your cunt feeling that way now?"
"Oh, yes … all this talk about fucking and cunts …"
"I think I should fuck you again before we go home." He watched her, and she watched him. Where? Here in his office? In the office-bedroom? "I have an idea, I know how much you like to be naked." She nodded. This sounds like it could be fun. "Everyone is gone from the office and probably the offices on this floor. Are you ready for a dare?" She nodded enthusiastically. "I want you to undress, then take your clothes to your desk, go to the door to the hallway, and peek down the hall, and lock the door."
She stood up quickly. It was simple to get naked in the cowl dress. She lifted the cowl over my head and pushed the dress past my hips to the floor. "Barefoot naked or sexy naked?" The difference was stockings and heels. He said sexy naked, so she was already sexy naked.
She picked up her dress and walked out of his office. She couldn't help but look around the space to see if any of the guys were still there. Silly, really, because they had all fucked her naked in the office-bedroom. She walked her dress to her desk and laid it on the desktop next to her thong. She then walked directly to the glass door to the building hallway, opened the door, and carefully poked her head out to look both ways. She was about to re-enter the office, having completed the task, when she heard Mr. Howard behind her.
"All the way out into the hall," he said. She turned and looked at him. He had a devilish smile on his face. "More daring, dear. Step out into the hall."
She did, stepping through the door and standing in the hall. He followed her out, "You know where the elevators are. Walk to the elevators."
Now she wished she had looked at the time. Would everyone in every office from here to there be gone? Was it that late? She wasn't sure, but she didn't like the idea of disappointing Mr. Howard, either. Her high heels clicked on the tiled hallway floor as she walked, trying to appear casual, but she wasn't casual at all. She was nervous about being caught. She was also very excited. She was naked where she wasn’t supposed to be. Would she be in trouble? Would Mr. Howard be in trouble? She didn't want Mr. Howard to be in trouble even more than she might be.
There was some relief when she heard Mr. Howard behind her. She got to the corner and looked around it. As she turned the corner, several things came to her mind: She was getting so far from the office that there was no way it could provide a place to run to; she liked being naked, and being naked where she wasn't supposed to be was even more exciting; and, it wasn't just exciting, it was very, very exciting.
She turned and looked at Mr. Howard as she walked backwards toward the bank of elevators. There was no turning back. She was almost there, and she was going to finish it. "I'm going to do this, sir. Do you know why?" She asked as she lifted and fondled a tit as he watched.
"Why, dear. Why are you going to do this?"
"For you, of course. I want you to know I will do anything for you, Mr. Howard. Anything … and everything … and any way you desire."
He walked quicker and caught up with her at the elevators. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her with so much passion and lust. One hand groped a tit, and the other was between her legs, and he began finger fucking her … right there in the hallway. she moaned.
The sound of the elevator dinging on the floor above stopped them. He looked at her, and she looked at him, and they started running, laughing as they did. And, it isn't easy running in four-inch heels.
He fucked her long and hard in the office-bedroom. A couple of times in multiple positions. It was late before they left.