Oliver: “Sorry Ayanna,” Last week he had been addressing her as Miss Johnson, “I’ve been given this desk. You have my old desk in the middle over there,” He pointed out the desk right in the middle, the only desk without any screens to provide any sense of privacy, so everybody else in the office could see the person at that desk from all angles.
Ayanna, swallowed her pride: “Thank you Mr. Bennet,” As she turned she still caught the smirk on his face.
Oliver: “Nice arse!”
Ayanna turned back angrily only to face his rude smirk, then again gritted her teeth and walked, humiliated, over to her new desk. She sat down at the desk and looked over to see she could see the windows, but they now seemed so far away. Her world at been turned upside down, since when was it ok for a pimply boy a year younger than her to comment on her lovely round ass. Before yesterday evening, he would have been up to the bosses, that last night had DP’d her, and been sacked on the spot. Today he can make a comment about how he’s enjoying the view of her ass. She did the only thing she could, she got to work and worked hard all morning.
Today, Ayanna didn’t even take a lunch break, she wasn’t going to enjoy it anyway. She would no doubt, taking a break end up sitting outside crying, may as well keep working.
Five-past-two in the afternoon she received a message on the company service, the public thread for all employees, on her computer, to come immediately to Arabella Sinclair’s office.
To get to the door she had to walk past her old desk with the pimply Oliver, as she walked past, he commented: “Whose been a bad girl then? Going to get your fat ass spanked!”
Ayanna took the lift up to the next floor and on entering the upper floor reception, was met with Arabella sitting behind her desk, with the detestable Mr. Pratt perched on the side of the desk like he was a boss. Ayanna walked up to the desk, Arabella had her eyes turned to her computer screen and didn’t look up.
Ayanna: “Miss Sinclair, you asked me to come up?”
Arabella: “You will address me as Mistress.”
Ayanna, looking down in shame at her feet, “Sorry, Mistress.”
Arabella: “You struck another member of staff. That is unacceptable.”
Ayanna, still eyes down in shame, “I’m very sorry, I did apologise, he grabbed my ass.”
Arabella: “And is he not allowed to grab your ass?”
The reply shocked Ayanna and she had no response.
Arabella: “You have nothing to say? Lift up your skirt.”
Ayanna: “WHAT?” She pretty much gasped.
Arabella: “If you do not obey orders immediately your punishment will be far worse. Remove your blouse and skirt”
Ayanna, now sobbing, slowly unbuttoned the side of her short, tight skirt and then slid it to the floor and stepped out of it. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and very slowly, knowing that her beautiful breasts would then be exposed to this short, fat, bald pervy middle-aged man. She dropped her blouse onto the skirt on the floor and stood, knowing not to cover herself.
The humiliation, now for Ayanna, to have to stand here naked but for a tiny mesh thong and hold-ups. She may as well be naked. But! She could feel her little pussy begin to tingle with the humiliation.
Arabella turned to Mr. Pratt: “You like her ass, you may grab her ass if you want.”
Mr. Pratt walked round her, smirking at her the whole time. Looking at her beautiful full 34C naked breasts. Ayanna continued facing straight ahead waiting for the man to grab her ass with his small podgy hands. She waited! Then she could feel his breadth on her shoulders, he must have been standing so close to her, but still he had not touched her. She could feel her pussy getting wetter with the anticipation of the horrid little man touching her, and she questioned how fucked up she must be that she was getting off on being humiliated like this by this ugly overweight, short little, bald man.
The he grabbed her ass cheeks, one in each hand, a really aggressive full grab, digging his nasty little podgy fingers into her soft flesh.
“Arghhh!” She cried out.
He squeezed and prodded the soft flesh of her full round buttocks, he kneaded and grasped the flesh, squeezing and also caressing but not at all in a pleasant way, a forceful mean way. And to add insult to injury he moaned in a deep pervy way.
Arabella: “Does the black bitch arouse you, Nigel?”
Mr. Pratt: “Yes,” he gasped like he could barely control himself.
Arabella: “Bitch on your knees and open your mouth, stick your tongue out as far as you can.”
Ayanna knew better than to do anything else other than immediately comply. On her knees with the mouth open wide and her tongue stuck out as far as she could, she felt like some puppy dog in training. Her pussy was dripping, the little mesh thong was now soaked, and she could feel her stickiness on her thighs.
Mr. Pratt came and stood in front of her and undid the flies on his trousers, he took out his short fat cock. It was probably about 4. 5-inches long and had a very red, almost raw looking helmet, to Ayanna’s eyes it was the ugliest little cock she had ever seen. On the end, of course, was a drip of the man’s watery pre-cum. He pushed forward sliding that shiny raw looking head along her tongue and into her mouth.
Mr. Pratt: “Suck, black whore.”
Ayanna immediately wrapped her lips around the nasty little cock and started to pleasure the man as well as she could. She could take the whole thing in her mouth, and it barely reached the back of her throat, she licked around the glands of the head and it took all of just over five minutes before she felt the nasty stub swell in her mouth and then watery bitter spurts of spunk were pouring down her throat. Ayanna diligently swallowed every last drop.
Mr. Pratt pulled his cock out of her mouth and then wiped the head across one of Ayanna’s beautiful cheeks and the other, then back across her full sexy lips. He put his short cock back in his trousers, zipped them up, nodded to Arabella and headed to the lift.
Arabella: “Bitch, you may dress and return to your desk. Do not go to the bathroom first or you will be over your desk in the middle of the office for a bare assed spanking.”
Even though Ayanna had gotten herself a coffee, she could taste the bitter flavour of Mr. Pratt’s nasty spunk for the rest of the afternoon, even on the underground on the way home.
What a first day at the office in her new role as the company’s official sex toy! Before she had left at the end of the day, Arabella had called her back upstairs and given her a set of bags for the clothing for the next day, which she now had with her on the tube on her return commute.