She left her cubicle and made her way through the busy office, texting as she went. The camera panned down her long stockinged legs and on to her glossy high heels.
Samuel started stroking his cock at the sight of such beautiful legs: she was completely unaware that she was putting on a show for her co-workers. He had to stop rubbing for a moment. Knowing what was about to happen to this dolled-up airhead was getting him too close already.
She then pushed open the bathroom door, not noticing that she had entered the men’s because he long nails were still happily tapping away on her phone. But after taking a few steps inside and seeing the urinal: her eyes widened as she realised her mistake.
A stifled shock slipped from her big red lips when she saw the cocks of two men taking a piss.
‘You’re in so much trouble, little slut.’ Samuel gleefully said as he gently caressed his balls.
The secretary immediately turned around on the spot, her heels sliding on the tiled floor, as she tried to make her quick escape, but was stopped by four men entering the bathroom.
Her heels clipped against the cold tiles as she collided into them; the clicking noise alerting the men at the urinal to the intruder’s presence.
One man at the door pushed her into the centre of the room. She tumbled over and the camera panned over to her skirt as it slid up her thighs. It held for a moment to reveal thick thighs leading to an absolute peach of an ass.
‘Look at that tight ass. Those wide hips…’ Samuel tickled the base of his shaft with his index finger. He was loving every second of this. It was perfection.
Another one of the men moved over to the secretary and hiked her skirt up to her waist so that he could take a look at her skimpy underwear. She was on her hands and knees on the dirty tiled floor and offered no resistance to his advancement. One man locked the bathroom door, keeping any one from coming inside.
Samuel was in heaven. The sight of this beautiful woman, her massive tits and her revealed thong sitting over her winking asshole was delicious. ‘What sort of a slut wears a thong? And in public too?’ He thought to himself as he gently brushed the head of his cock.
More men on-screen moved over to her. One man covered her mouth as she started to scream as another started to rip open her blouse; buttons popping off and landing besides a urinal. ‘Yes! Let’s see those big tits.’ Samuel started to stroke his cock; so too did the men on-screen.
She was lifted up into the air as her skirt was ragged off, tearing a seam in the process. With her blouse and skirt gone, everyone could see her black bra: the matching two-piece item with her tiny thong.
The first cock pushed its way past the thong and into the secretary’s sloppy hole; the lucky man commented on how wet it was. Samuel started to stroke his cock proper, he could tell his balls were getting heavy and ready to drain themselves.
‘I bet she’s loving this. That’s why she’s wearing such skimpy underwear. Only a slut would wear underwear so small.’
Knowing he was close to emptying himself, Samuel skipped ahead towards the end of the video. ‘I want to look in her eyes as I cum.’
This far along into the video the officer-worker-turned-cock-pleaser was tied up against a urinal. Her jacket functioning as a make-shift handcuff. Her hair was wet, dripping with piss from the urinal urinal.
‘Keep stroking. It’s what she wants! Not just the ‘secretary’ but the woman, the actress. Think about: she picked up the phone to a porn company asking to be fucked on camera! She wants to be shown-off. She knows guys like you will be stroking their cocks and emptying themselves at the sight of her debasement. She wants everyone to see. Stoke faster!’
Lost in the moment, Samuel continued to furiously pump his cock. The sounds of her moans and her voice begging for guys to deposit their cum filled his headphones. His bedroom was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of his fist on his cock. ‘God I’m so close now. I can feel it!’
‘Keep pumping! Look into her eyes as you drain yourself. I bet she feels wonderful!’
Samuel leaned forward in his chair to stare into her big eyes; his face was only a few inches from the screen. Her make-up had run all over her face and was mixed in with sweat and spit.
‘Kiss her! Lick the screen up and down! Just imagine the taste…so good!’
By now, the secretary was making no objections: she wanted their cum. She was a slut. There were right to gangbang her. It’s what she wanted. She repositioned herself for the first load by tilting her head backwards, opening her mouth as wide as she could to give the cock a clear pathway to her wet throat and looked directly at the camera.
‘She looks so beautiful…so horny and happy. Imagine if it was you? Imagine how good it would feel! You could be so happy…’
Samuel caught a glimpse of her thong: the only item of clothing she had been allowed to keep on. This sight of this was the final straw; it took him over the edge with the final few rubs.
Warm, sticky cum travelled from his balls to his cock. Visions flashed through his mind as the liquid made its way up inside the length of his shaft: milk and cream washing over his skinny jeans and drenching his cock and balls; Georgia, all dolled-up in make up; Miss Brighton trotting around in her high heels.
But the final image, the image that played in his mind as cum burst from cock, was that of his mother and her thong.
‘Remember how good she looked as she shuffled and squirmed in front of you? Remember the noise she made as she stretched? The way her pink tracksuit moved up her torso to reveal her warm, tanned belly, back and hips…’
His body tensed up and his eyes closed as he braced himself for a shaking orgasm.
‘And that thong! That beautiful thong…remember how it sprang up from her arse to reveal itself? It must’ve been pressed so tightly into her pussy and asshole! Imagine if you could spray your cum all over it! Oh God, that would be incredible!’
“Arrrggghhhh…yessss…you dirty…little…public…whoreeeeee”. Samuel shot his load. His body twitched and shook. He stifled his moans as best he could, but his voice stilled called out into the quiet darkness of his bedroom.
***
Samuel slowly opened his eyes. The sounds of men grunting and a woman begging for more were still blazing through his headphones. With his non cum-covered hand, he clumsily hit the pause button. The moaning and begging stopped. His room was silent.
‘Shit!’ He panted breathlessly. ‘That was good! But I think I called out…’ He wasn’t sure whether the words had escaped his lips or stayed tucked away in his mind.
He look around into the darkness of the bedroom. He could see from the under the gap in his doorway that the landing light had been switched off. But couldn’t remember if he had seen it switched off when his mother had wished him a goodnight, or if she had left her bedroom at a later point to do this.
He was worried he had been too loud. ‘What if mum heard me? If she did would she have come in and shouted at me? Or maybe she’s going to wait until breakfast to speak to me.’ He supposed be would find out soon enough.