Office Slave: Chapter 5 - Getting Ready For Bed - Sex Stories

Office Slave: Chapter 5 - Getting Ready For Bed

... and she was gasping for air inhaling foul tasting shit particles as she struggled. What a horrible way to die she thought; suffocating inside a man’s arsehole. She couldn't do it, she didn't want to die. So she flicked her tongue out and sampled the ridged pink pucker. She gagged as the little bits of shit covered her taste buds. It tasted even worse than it smelt. She was really running out of air now. So with one last blast of will power she forced her tongue out of her mouth and started to lap her tongue over his arse hole. Like a thirsty cat that had been craving milk. Only it was air she was craving. "Ooh that feels good. I never knew it would be like this." Toby was really enjoying himself. He could still feel Rachel struggling against him. "Stroke my cock too. Then you can breathe. I want you to play me like a trombone!" Without hesitation, Rachel reached round and grabbed his cock. She rubbed up and down from the base to the tip of his thick shaft, feeling it pulsing with the blood of his arousal. "God, that feels good. You can breathe now." Toby panted and he pulled her head back still maintaining a firm grip on her hair. Rachel gasped the sweet, fresh oxygen. Nothing had felt better. The feeling of oxygen rushing into her starved lungs, and the fact that it didn't smell of shit made it even more blissful. However, she didn't have too long to savour the moment, before her face was shoved back into Toby's arse. "I want you to lick my arsehole clean!" Toby ordered. ...

... Rachel didn't protest, not that she could if she wanted to with his arse cheeks muffling any noise she made; besides nearly suffocating had really scared her. So she flicked her tongue out and felt the small ring of ridges beneath her tongue. She had never tasted anything worse in her life. Every now and then her tongue would pick a small piece of shit and she had to do everything she could not to vomit as it hit her taste buds. She was hating life, but Toby clearly wasn't; he was gripping the back of her head and pulling her tongue deeper into him, until the tip of her tongue was licking inside his arsehole. "Ooh that feels good. Get your tongue as deep as possible slave!" Rachel obliged, flicking her tongue in and out like a snake, against his ring. "Uggghhhh" Toby moaned, pulling her even deeper. Rachel was struggling to breathe again. She pushed against him but he wouldn't release her. Panic started to fill her once more. "If you want to breathe, you need to stroke my cock to let me know." Toby stated. And so Rachel reached round and started to rub her hands up and down his rock hard member. But Toby didn't release her straight away this time. Rachel started to panic now. She tried rubbing his cock faster. "Oi, slow down!" Toby shouted, "You wouldn't want to break your trombone now would you? Play it nice and slow, and build it to a crescendo" Rachel did as bid. She slowed her pace, and slowed her rhythm. Starting at his base and rubbing her hand all the way up to his tip ...