She stared at the laptop and she exhaled slowly at what she saw.

The screen showed a very cute and lithe brunette tied nude to a wooden chair, her legs bent in a kneeling position and bound thigh to calf with leather straps. Her arms were also bound, but they were raised over her head, bent at the elbow and held tightly together by a similar strap, which raised and showed off her small perfectly shaped breasts. A Hitachi magic wand vibrator sat on the seat of the chair between her spread thighs, the large head shoved tightly against her bald pussy.

The girl’s face was contorted in a mix of pleasure and agony as the vibrator did its work on her.

He turned the volume of the computer up the tiniest bit, and she could faintly hear the girl’s cries.

He moved the cursor to the “X” at the corner of the screen, his hand staying on the wireless mouse, ready to click it off if anyone came by the door of the conference room.

The girl on the screen was being forced to cum over and over again by a man in a black robe. The girl was obviously multi orgasmic, and she was being required to announce when she climaxed by her torturer. The girl was gasping for breath between orgasms, begging the man to make it stop, but he only turned the intensity of the wand up higher.

She stared wordlessly as the girl on the screen writhed on the chair, straining against her bonds, her cries, no, screams of agonized pleasure sending a jolt of sensation straight to her own crotch. Her nipples hardened and she felt herself getting wet, her clit swelling and she squirmed in her seat, imagining herself in that position. She loved being sexually dominated, loved being treated rough, and the scene on the computer was hitting every note for her.

“You like that?” he asked her in a low whisper.

She nodded, transfixed by the scene on the screen.

She wriggled in her seat as she became more aroused, squeezing her thighs together. He noticed her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her white blouse.

He saw her shifting in her seat and asked, “You’re getting wet, aren’t you?”

Again, she nodded, this time shifting her gaze from the screen to his eyes.

“Put your hand on your pussy,” he said, “give it a little squeeze.”

She glanced nervously towards the door of the conference room, looking to see if any of the other associates or secretaries were around. It was nearing the end of lunch, but anyone could pass by the door at any moment. It seemed quiet, so she moved her hand under the big mahogany table. She put her hand on her crotch, caressing her aching pussy through the thin fabric of her pants.

She inhaled deeply and her thighs involuntarily squeezed together in response to the warm wave of pleasure that coursed through her lower region at her touch.

“Good?” he asked.

“Fuck, yes…” she breathed.

“Rub your clit.” He said. “Rub that hard little clit.”

She let out a small grunt as she applied more pressure with her index finger, pushing down on the swollen nub through her pants.

“Oh…” she moaned softly, her eyes half closing and her head bowing slightly.

“Look at that girl on the screen,” he whispered. “Look at how he’s making that bitch cum over and over…you love that, don’t you? You’re imagining yourself like that, aren’t you?”

“Yeeess,” she whimpered, her fingers rubbing harder between her legs. Her other hand brushed up over her chest, stroking her thumb over her erect nipple.

“You want to cum?’ he asked.

“I can’t like this…not here…” she protested, glancing out to the hallway again.

“But do you want to…?” he pressed her.

“God, yes.”

“Then do it…Whore.”

Her eyes locked onto his at the word.

“Whore.” He repeated

He knew he had struck a chord with her.

“Whore. Fucking whore. You want to cum, don’t you, you little cumslut whore?”

She nodded.

“You like that word, don’t you-whore?”

“Yes.” The word came trembling out, her eyes never leaving his.

“Tell me you’re my whore…my dirty little whore.”

She stared at him for a few seconds, her hand still in her crotch, and then whispered, “I’m your dirty fucking whore.”

“And you want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes…yes, I want to cum so badly,” she said, her voice low.

“But I need to touch myself…I need my fingers in me…”

“Then do it.” He hissed. “Slip your fingers in your pants and into your pussy and make yourself cum…you little…fucking…whore.”

She hesitated for a moment, and then her desire took over.

She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her slacks and down to her pussy that she had so carefully shaved in the shower that morning, the skin smooth beneath her fingers. She let out a quick breath as she slipped her index and middle fingers easily into her slick cunt. She began frigging herself, her fingers sliding in and out as her palm rubbed against her clit.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this, sitting in the conference room of a busy law office, watching porn and masturbating while he called her filthy names. But it felt so fucking good, so fucking dirty. Her heart was pounding in her chest, afraid that they might get caught, but that only added to the excitement she felt, and every time he called her a whore, it just made it hotter.

“That’s right,” he whispered. “Rub that cunt. Does that feel good? Do your fingers feel good in you?”

“Yes…” she moaned softly

“Watch the screen- watch her cum.”

The girl on the screen’s face was contorted in agony as she begged her torturer to stop, and then her pleas were cut short as she threw her head back and wailed as she was forced to cum yet again.

Her eyes locked on the screen, her breath coming quicker as her fingers moved rapidly in and out of her soaking wet cunt. She felt her own orgasm approaching like a train in the distance.

“You think you can cum? He asked.

“Yes.” She replied in a short gasp.

He leaned in close to her. “Tell me when you are going to cum, you little whore.”

She nodded, never taking her eyes off the girl on the screen. The girl’s thighs were shaking through another orgasm, her body coated in a sheen of sweat.

“Oh!” she cried, her fingers moving faster.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum!” she whispered harshly, no longer caring if anyone saw from the hallway, she needed this so badly, she needed to cum, needed the release…she teetered on the edge, riding that tingling swell of pleasure radiating from her wet center.

His voice, commanding and deep, whispered hotly in her ear. “Do it…do it, you little whore. You little cunt. You dirty fucking whore. Make yourself cum. Rub that whore cunt of yours and cum you fucking slut…”

The rapid fire stream of epithets and verbal abuse sent her over the edge. She let out a soft cry, doing everything she could to keep from screaming as the orgasm slammed into her. She leaned her shoulder against him and rode the wave, whimpering with pleasure. She felt her pussy contracting around her fingers as she swirled them inside herself, and she slid them up to rub her clit directly, bringing herself to a new level of ecstasy.

Again, the hot breath in her ear.

“Still cumming, whore?”

She nodded as her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent cry as another orgasm shook her slim frame. Her chest was heaving against her blouse as she gasped for breath.

He stared down over her shoulder at her cleavage as she leaned against him. Quickly glancing to the door to see if all was clear, he boldly opened the top button of her blouse and slipped his hand in under her bra. He cupped her left breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling over her hard nipple.

She moaned softly and pushed her chest against his hand and let out a soft sharp cry as she felt him pinch the erect flesh. Her body trembled one last time as the waves of pleasure finally faded to a soft throbbing in her pussy. She slid her hand out of herself and reached over to grasp the bulge in his slacks, gripping his erect cock through his pants.

It felt as long and thick as she had always imagined, and she gave it a firm squeeze.

Now it was his turn to moan with pleasure.

“Oh yes,” he whispered. “Grab that cock.”