When I finished my blog about that morning at work, I checked my email.
Sung Hee,
Remove your nipple clamps. In the bathroom you will find your attire for the lunch meeting you'll be attending. Get dressed and meet me in my office.
Rick
I unbuttoned my blouse and took the clamps off of my nipples. The pain with them on had been intense, but when I took them off and the blood flowed back into them, there was about half a minute of searing fucking intense pain. I gasped briefly as some of the nerves in my nipples sprang back into life. My nipples were swollen, puffy and very sore. I dropped the nipple clamps on my desk. When I went into the bathroom, it took me a minute to realize what I was to be wearing. I picked up the bra and studied it briefly. The color was similar to my nipples, an odd choice I thought. There were round holes neatly hemmed where my nipples would jut through. I took my blouse and bra off and tried it on. It fit perfectly and my red, sore nipples stood at attention through the holes in the fabric. The shirt was a very standard white button-up dress shirt, but when I put it on the fabric was just loose enough that it grazed my nipples and made me shudder. When I looked in the mirror I realized that because of the color of the bra, it was impossible to tell that the holes were there. I put it on and even though I still felt some pain in my nipples, I felt very alive and sexy.
I took the lid off of the black box left on the counter and studied its contents. Finally I saw that it was a pair of black latex boy short panties and inside a dildo was attached. The bottle of oil on the counter now had an obvious purpose. I oiled the inside of the latex and rubbed oil on my ass, outer pussy and inner thighs. The latex stretched perfectly and slid right on. I looked at the dildo, which was only about six inches long, but a solid two inches thick. I took a deep breath and pulled the panties up, crouching over the toilet to push myself onto the dildo. I felt the dildo rub against my anal plug. Ahhhhh! It was nearly unbearable!
When the panties were pulled on tight the sensation was like nothing I'd felt. The feel of the oiled latex sliding against my skin, teasing and tickling my bald pussy ... both of my holes stuffed ... it was pushing my limits like nothing else. It felt dirty and kinky. Fuck! Why was I doing this? But it also felt so good and so forbidden that in half a second I didn’t care. I put on the slacks last, and the black heels. When I looked in the mirror, I looked like a very sexy, sophisticated businesswoman. Definitely the assistant to the VP. But I closed my eyes and felt like a whore. I opened the bathroom door and walked slowly out. The dildo slid ever so slightly in and out of my pussy as I walked, bumping against the anal plug and sending sensations through me that nearly made my knees buckle.
My nipples were poking through the fabric in the shirt. I took a deep breath and was determined to walk through the hallway, past the older lady who hated me, and appear as if everything was normal.
I opened my office door and mentally put everything below my neck out of my mind. In my normal stride, I walked the hallway, smiling slightly at the woman and keeping my eye on Rick's office door. It felt like the longest walk of my life. My nipples were teased by the fabric with every arm swing. The dildo nearly fucked me as I walked, massaging my insides. My anal plug was pressing back to accommodate the dildo moving inside of me as well. I wanted to moan, but I maintained and entered Rick's office.
"Right on time, Sung Hee. Are you dressed?" He looked at my tortured face.
"Yes, Sir." I let out a frustrated sigh.
"Good. Lunch is at the Intercontinental across town. I’m going to meet a couple of friends there." He smiled wickedly at me and grabbed his jacket. He also picked up a large satchel, almost the size of a suitcase.
"Yes, Sir." I was trying to mentally prepare.
"No jacket for you." He kissed my neck and smiled into my eyes, "You could use some fresh air, am I right?"
"Yes, Sir." It was a crisp, cold, windy day in November. I shivered just thinking of being out in the weather without a jacket.
We stepped out of the building and the wind hit us immediately. It was chilled and the fabric of my shirt became ice cold. My nipples felt a jolt as the freezing fabric rubbed them as we walked to the car in the parking garage. I was allowed one arm through Rick's and his fast walking pace insured that I was essentially fucked in both holes as we walked. I fought any facial expressions that would give me away. I was being stared at, probably only because I was without a coat, but it felt like everyone knew what was happening. We passed a few men in the parking garage who were admiring my nipples and it made me blush. I felt exposed and embarrassed but somehow ... I liked it. It empowered me.
I decided to embrace my situation instead of be overwhelmed by it. I squared my shoulders and let my breasts stand proud. I adjusted my gait and walked with purpose, I felt the dildo fucking me with each step and I owned it. I decided to swing my hips a little and get a bit more sensation from it. My face settled on a sexy, secretive smirk and I spent that little bit of time fantasizing about fucking Rick. I made no eye contact, I got lost in my own thoughts. I could feel my pussy oozing wetness into my latex panties, making them even more slippery.
Rick put the satchel in the trunk of the car and off we went. When we arrived at the Intercontinental, I was almost disappointed. After stopping by the front desk to pick up a key, we walked across the foyer to the elevators. In the elevator, Rick pressed me up against the back wall, reached into my shirt to fondle a nipple and kissed me desperately, his tongue probing as I imagined his cock wanted to at that moment. He felt hungry for me and it felt incredible. "You're amazing, Sung Hee. It's like you were made for this."
"I think I was, Sir."
He was kissing my neck, fondling my other nipple now. "Do you like your new panties, my beautiful whore?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Did you like being fucked as you were walking?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You would do anything I asked of you, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Sir, anything."
"I thought so. You're my beautiful slut. I love watching you take to this like a fish takes to water."
"Thank You, Sir."
The elevator ding brought him back into reality. We had arrived at one of the top floors of the hotel. He moved away, stood next to me, straightened his tie, cleared his throat and picked up the satchel which he had taken from the trunk of the car. As the doors opened, I followed him to the right and we walked to a room door. Rick slid the card into the slot, the reader flashed green, and Rick opened the door for me and followed in closely behind me.
It was an elegant room with a large king sized bed and a beautiful view of the city through the sheer curtains. I was so hoping that soon he would be fucking me on that big bed. There were a few tall office buildings close by, close enough such that you could see people as they passed by the large windows. Rick pulled back the sheer curtains and the noontime sun flooded into the room.
Looking straight at me, he said, “Sung Hee, walk over next to the window and strip.”
I caught myself before I could say “What?” and instead replied “Yes Sir”. I walked to the window and began to unbutton my blouse. “Would you like me to face the window or to face you, Sir?”
“Face me, Sung Hee.”
Within a few minutes I had shed all my clothes which now were lying on the bed.
“Stand by the window, Sung Hee and look into the windows of the other buildings. Do you see anyone there looking at you?”
I faced the window and looked into the windows of the buildings opposite. “No Sir, I don’t see anyone looking at me yet Sir.”
“OK, Sung Hee, look at me.” I turned away from the window. Rick put the satchel on the bed and opened it. He withdrew something that looked similar to a saddle but it had an electrical cord attached to it. He put it down on the floor near the window and plugged it in. It made a slight whirring sound. He took a remote out of the satchel, pressed a button, and the whirring stopped. Then he reached into the satchel again and removed what looked like a dildo. He walked over to the saddle and screwed it into a hole in the saddle. Oh my God! I had seen one of these machines once in a porn movie! They called it a sybian or something like that.
"Sit on it.”
I lowered myself onto it and my felt the dildo slide deep inside me. Thank goodness it was a little smaller than the one that had been sewn into the underwear that I had been wearing. Still, I was so wet already and I let out a little yelp.