Speaker 1: After what happened at Anselmo's house. I was the one
Speaker 1: who didn't feel comfortable with Isabel. I had the feeling
Speaker 1: I cheated on her. We're a very liberal couple, but
Speaker 1: we always do things together by consensus, and now my
Speaker 1: direct supervisor on duty had fucked me in the ass.
Speaker 1: It's true it was practically forced, but damn I'd enjoyed
Speaker 1: it like a bitch. I was tempted to tell him,
Speaker 1: but in the end I decided it was best not to.
Speaker 1: Days had passed, and Anselmo seemed foolishly on my part
Speaker 1: to have forgotten I even existed once his lust was satisfied.
Speaker 1: What I didn't know was that he was far from satisfied,
Speaker 1: and that his lust knew no bounds. Come to the
Speaker 1: clean up service this afternoon, and I'm not talking about
Speaker 1: the shower. Ha ha ha. Two WhatsApp messages from Anselmo
Speaker 1: and the possibility of feeling again the pleasure he had
Speaker 1: given me made every hair on my body stand on end. Shit.
Speaker 1: I was home alone. Is Sa had accumulated days off
Speaker 1: for overtime and had taken them to Gota Navarre with
Speaker 1: my daughter, who was about to undergo a minor insignificant
Speaker 1: surgical procedure. I could do it, but I didn't have
Speaker 1: the necessary supplies to carry out the kind of cleaning
Speaker 1: and Selmo was referring to, and beside, I wasn't even
Speaker 1: sure I knew how to do it, since the only
Speaker 1: time it had been necessary, he'd done it for me.
Speaker 1: On the other hand, in the bathroom during work. I
Speaker 1: didn't think Encelmo would demand that we fuck there. It
Speaker 1: would be stupid. The building where I work is well situated,
Speaker 1: facing two streets. On one side is the vehicle parking entrance.
Speaker 1: It's relatively small, with only a few spaces, all occupied
Speaker 1: by the bosses. As for the area, parking is a nightmare,
Speaker 1: but I've got it figured out. I leave my car
Speaker 1: in Krtuja and take the bus, which in just a
Speaker 1: few minutes drops me off practically at the door. And
Speaker 1: on the other side is the staff entrance, a semi basement.
Speaker 1: Whether you are enter from the street or the parking garage,
Speaker 1: you arrive at a lobby where a member of the
Speaker 1: security team is stationed. There you'll find the camera, monitors
Speaker 1: and the computer equipment that controls the entire building. Also
Speaker 1: on that floor is a well equipped kitchen, dining room,
Speaker 1: locker rooms, showers and restrooms that we share with the
Speaker 1: maintenance and cleaning staff. Opposite the security post are the
Speaker 1: elevators and stairs that lead to the other floors. On
Speaker 1: the ground floor is the entrance hall, which you reach
Speaker 1: through the main entrance after climbing a set of steps
Speaker 1: or using the ramp for people with disabilities. There you'll
Speaker 1: find the other member of the security team on duty
Speaker 1: during public hours, a concierge behind the counter, and two
Speaker 1: machines that issue a ticket when you enter your ID number.
Speaker 1: The public services, the waiting room and the cubicles where
Speaker 1: officials attend to the public by appointment are located there.
Speaker 1: Service hours are nine a m. To two pm Monday
Speaker 1: through Friday. Also on that floor is a staff lounge
Speaker 1: in the facility's own services. On the first floor are
Speaker 1: the administrative manager's offices, the computer room with the servers,
Speaker 1: the room where the remote supports staff work or relaxation room,
Speaker 1: and the restrooms the remote support staff work from eight
Speaker 1: am to eight pm Monday through Friday, and from eight
Speaker 1: am to three pm on non holiday Saturdays. On the
Speaker 1: second floor are the director's office, his secretary's office, and
Speaker 1: the head's offices. Next to the director's office is Enselmo's.
Speaker 1: The security service is twenty four to seven. We work
Speaker 1: twelve hour shifts so we get more days off. There
Speaker 1: are eight permanent staff plus three relief workers the company
Speaker 1: sends to cover extra hours since they don't want us
Speaker 1: working overtime. Dario an Selmo wants you to go up
Speaker 1: to his office. Damn, is he still here. We were
Speaker 1: doing the shift handover in the locker rooms. I was
Speaker 1: getting dressed. My clothes were in my locker and I
Speaker 1: I arrived and left in street clothes. It was six
Speaker 1: thirty pm. Staff hours are eight a m. To three
Speaker 1: p m. And it wasn't common for anyone to be
Speaker 1: in the building except the IT staff who finished at
Speaker 1: eight p m and the cleaning crew who worked from
Speaker 1: three p m to ten pm. He said something about
Speaker 1: you having something for him. Yes, he wants to buy
Speaker 1: something for a birthday. Back then, Isa and I knew
Speaker 1: a beverage salesman who gave us a good price, and
Speaker 1: I'd gotten the occasional special bottle for my co workers
Speaker 1: when they needed it. Well, he's waiting for you. He
Speaker 1: told me to let him know as soon as you arrived.
Speaker 1: As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, a
Speaker 1: sea of ideas churned in my head. What was I
Speaker 1: turning into? What the hell did that guy want from me?
Speaker 1: Well that was clear at my age. Was I really
Speaker 1: going to be that dirty old man's little hore? And
Speaker 1: what was I going to do about Isabel? Would I
Speaker 1: dare tell her? I could break things off, report him,
Speaker 1: and let whatever happened happen. But I knew Anselmo was
Speaker 1: a very well connected man in the party. He could
Speaker 1: screw me over big time, and not in the way
Speaker 1: I liked, Because on the other hand, I had to
Speaker 1: admit he'd fucked me good, expertly deflouring my ass and
Speaker 1: giving me the best orgasm I could remember. Good Afternoon.
Speaker 1: I jumped so lost in my thoughts that I didn't
Speaker 1: realize I'd arrived at my destination Good afternoon, and Selmo
Speaker 1: he was in the lobby waiting for me, sitting in
Speaker 1: one of the leather arm chairs there for staff, waiting
Speaker 1: to be received by the director. Come with me. As
Speaker 1: you came out of the stairwell, you entered a spacious
Speaker 1: reception area. Straight ahead was the door to the director's
Speaker 1: secretary's office. To the right was the director's office door,
Speaker 1: and beyond that a long hallway lined with the offices
Speaker 1: of the other department heads. And Selmo opened the director's
Speaker 1: door and went in. I stayed at the door. Come on,
Speaker 1: come in, don't just stand there, Come in and close
Speaker 1: the door. What if down one comes. The director isn't
Speaker 1: in Seville, He's on a family trip. The office was enormous,
Speaker 1: the largest one I knew it well. To the left
Speaker 1: was the door leading to the secretary's office. To the
Speaker 1: right another door, this one sliding, opened into a meeting
Speaker 1: room with a huge oval table, and beyond that was
Speaker 1: the bathroom, fully equipped with a shower, more like something
Speaker 1: you'd find in a luxury home than in an office.
Speaker 1: It was the only one of its kind. Everyone else
Speaker 1: had to make do with the restrooms at the end
Speaker 1: of the hallway. Everything was very well lit, with natural
Speaker 1: light thanks to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rooftop.
Speaker 1: Come on, Fagot, get in, I told him, I'm not no, no,
Speaker 1: Come in and close the door. He had sat down
Speaker 1: in the director's arm chair, and from there he watched
Speaker 1: me with an air of superiority. I'd say a smug
Speaker 1: smile on his face. I entered as he'd asked, no,
Speaker 1: as he'd ordered, and stood there looking at him close
Speaker 1: it with the latch. I resigned myself. What was the
Speaker 1: point of protesting In the end, It wouldn't do any good.
Speaker 1: He was going to do whatever he wanted with me,
Speaker 1: and I knew it. I've been thinking about you a
Speaker 1: lot these days, darling, and Slmo, I s cit h
Speaker 1: be quiet. He stood up and came toward me, grabbed
Speaker 1: me by the collar of my shirt, forced me to
Speaker 1: lean down a little, gently kissed my lips, then bit
Speaker 1: my lower lip and planted a full on kiss on
Speaker 1: my mouth, shoving his tongue inside. He cupped my face.
Speaker 1: The scent of his clean sweat mixed with his perfume
Speaker 1: had me turned on. He bit my lips, slid his
Speaker 1: tongue in, entwined it with mine. Take off your clothes.
Speaker 1: But and Selmo, what if some one comes? And who's
Speaker 1: going to come? The I T guys are about to
Speaker 1: finish up, and they have no reason to be here,
Speaker 1: and the cleaning crew has already done the floor. Your
Speaker 1: partner isn't going to leave the cameras unless you tell
Speaker 1: him we are alone. The bastard had it all planned out.
Speaker 1: He unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, throwing it aside. Damn,
Speaker 1: I love these tits. He grabbed them, squeezed them, sucked
Speaker 1: on them, bit my nipples, causing me a mix of
Speaker 1: pain and pleasure. My legs were trembling. My cock was
Speaker 1: responding to the stimulation. He kissed my mouth again, stuck
Speaker 1: his tongue in bit my lips while groping my breasts.
Speaker 1: Ugh and Selmo. As he kissed me, his hands went
Speaker 1: to my belt, unbuckled it, then undid the button and zipper,
Speaker 1: and my pants slid to the floor, the shackles clanging
Speaker 1: as they hid it well. He looked at me, smiling.
Speaker 1: What do we have here? He crouched down and pulled
Speaker 1: the handcuffs from their holster. Do you have the keys?
Speaker 1: Of course on the belt loop. He stood behind me.
Speaker 1: Put your hands behind you and Selmo, no, come on,
Speaker 1: do what I tell you. We're going to have fun.
Speaker 1: You'll see. He locked the shackles on my wrists with
Speaker 1: my hands behind my back, leaving me defenseless. Then he
Speaker 1: crouched down, pulled off my pants, my briefs, my socks
Speaker 1: and left me completely naked. Wow, your cock is happy
Speaker 1: to see me. He had it as hard as a rock. Please,
Speaker 1: and selmo, sss h, have you cleaned yourself like I
Speaker 1: told you? I nodded, Are you sure? If Anselmo? Okay,
Speaker 1: let's check it out. He pulled the rubber baton from
Speaker 1: his belt, a solid rubber batten fifty centimeters long and
Speaker 1: three point five centimeters in diameter, then grabbed my cock
Speaker 1: and led me like that to the meeting room. And selmo, please,
Speaker 1: I'm begging you. Let go of my hands. Sss h.
Speaker 1: Be quiet, my child. You're going to have a good time.
Speaker 1: You'll see I. He stopped in front of the huge table,
Speaker 1: a sturdy, tall, old fashioned table made of real wood,
Speaker 1: well crafted, pulled the chairs aside, and placed me right
Speaker 1: in front of it. Lean on the table. Honey, let's
Speaker 1: see if you're really clean. He made me lean forward
Speaker 1: until my torso was on the table, my legs slightly bent,
Speaker 1: all my weight resting on it with my hands tied
Speaker 1: behind my back. I couldn't get up, so I had
Speaker 1: to lower my head and rest my face on its surface. Plap,
Speaker 1: a slap on my cheeks. Ah, PLoP, PLoP, PLoP. Oh damn,
Speaker 1: what an ass he bit me. Ouch, let's see that asshole.
Speaker 1: He spread my buttocks with his big hands and exposed
Speaker 1: my sphinter. Oh, yes, here it is sweaty but clean.
Speaker 1: He stroked it with his fingers, then inserted one. Yes,
Speaker 1: and he's such a glutton. Oh. I felt the cold
Speaker 1: lubricant on my slattering. It ungenerously as I took the
Speaker 1: opportunity to slip one of his fingers into my ass,
Speaker 1: making me writhe with pleasure. Then I noticed something pressing, twisting,
Speaker 1: trying to get in. It wasn't his cock or his fingers.
Speaker 1: Let's see how it goes, my dear, No, and selmo
Speaker 1: not that. I quickly understood what it was. My defense
Speaker 1: bes sh shut up, bitch. He turned me around and
Speaker 1: squeezed me. I tried to clench my sphinter, but he
Speaker 1: squeezed harder. I realized that if I didn't give in,
Speaker 1: he was going to hurt me, so I relaxed and
Speaker 1: he entered tearing me open. Ouch, don't shout, you faggot.
Speaker 1: If you've got a good piece inside you, ag ag ag.
Speaker 1: I kept shoving that rubber bar in. Honestly, it wasn't
Speaker 1: very thick, and I was handling it easily, plus I'd
Speaker 1: slathered it with lubricant. Suddenly I noticed his fist. Oh yeah, bitch,
Speaker 1: how this little ass swallows it? Oh? And Selmo, my guts. Oh.
Speaker 1: He started thrusting the makeshift dildo in and out of
Speaker 1: my ass, making a liquid sound as it went in
Speaker 1: and out. And Selmo picked up the pace and I'm
Speaker 1: not sure how far he'd gotten it in, but I
Speaker 1: think it was at least half way. It wasn't a cock,
Speaker 1: but he was doing a good job. Waves of pleasure
Speaker 1: washed over me, and every time he pushed it in
Speaker 1: until his fist hit my ass, I let out a moan.
Speaker 1: Hum oh yes, ah, yes, you like it, don't you, faggot?
Speaker 1: Ah ah yes, oh yes. Suddenly he yanked the defense
Speaker 1: out of my ass and with a pop, my guts
Speaker 1: almost came out behind it. But what, liar, Anne, dirty
Speaker 1: my boy has it all? And Selmo, are you going
Speaker 1: to tell me? No? He threw the defense on to
Speaker 1: the table right in front of my face. Dirt was
Speaker 1: visible on the tip and Selmo, I wait, dirty, lying
Speaker 1: and disobedient, you deserve a punishment, don't you think he
Speaker 1: was fiddling with his belt. Let go of me and
Speaker 1: we'll talk. No whack. The first blow of the belt
Speaker 1: caught me by surprise, hitting me right where my thighs
Speaker 1: meet my buttocks. A engh. You can scream. I don't care,
Speaker 1: but the cleaning staff is downstairs. If they hear you,
Speaker 1: they might call your roommate, and I don't think you'd
Speaker 1: like them to find you like this. I lifted my
Speaker 1: I had a little and looked at him. He was
Speaker 1: standing there, his leather belt in his hand, a very
Speaker 1: long one. Please please, no no zas. This time the
Speaker 1: lash caught me on my ass. Cheeks. Oh, chass. Once again,
Speaker 1: his ass took the full impact. N n n n g.
Speaker 1: I had to bite my lips. Tears welled up in
Speaker 1: my eyes and ran down my face. Chass. Another direct
Speaker 1: hit to the ass. It hurt like I had a wound.
Speaker 1: It was burning. M p h zas arg. It was
Speaker 1: the last one and the one that hurt the most,
Speaker 1: probably because the area was already so battered. It must
Speaker 1: have been red hot. I could feel it burning. I
Speaker 1: gasped for breath and cried silently, Come on, my boy,
Speaker 1: it was just a little punishment. You shouldn't disobey me
Speaker 1: or lie to me, son of a bitch. Don't be resentful.
Speaker 1: It was for your own good. Come on, go freshen
Speaker 1: up a bit. He took off my shackles. You can
Speaker 1: do it in the director's bathroom. You'll see what luxury
Speaker 1: it is and wipe your ass. There's still some shit
Speaker 1: on it. You're an asshole.