Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

... to succeed, and they were taking advantage of the situation. The first, a somewhat creepy second-year named David Anderson, made her model for him. He told her to turn around slowly, and he asked her to bend over when she was facing away from him. When she did, he stood just behind her and caressed her ass, his fingers eventually daring to caress her pussy lips from outside her panties. “Another coward,” she thought as his touch nonetheless excited her. “Another one who only has the balls to touch me when he can’t see my face.” Another older associate, the handsome and good-humored Andrew Kearney, was more direct. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her. Anne wasn’t displeased at his attention, especially as it didn’t seem as creepy as either Elliot’s or the previous associate’s. It also helped that he was attractive. She returned his kiss eagerly, and his hands pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts to him. He pulled at her nipples gently, before finally lowering his head and sucking one of them eagerly. Anne gasped at his touch, and she felt his cock harden beneath her. He looked up at her reluctantly, and said, “I need to let you go, before I get carried away.” The rest of the day was more of the same, with certain variations. The female associate with the syrup comment also pulled Anne onto her lap, and one of her hands went right between Anne’s legs, caressing her boldly from outside her thong before sliding down the front and fingering her to the ...

... brink of orgasm, her tongue in Anne’s mouth the whole time. When Anne was just about to cum, the older woman stopped, pushed her to her feet, and sent her away with a stinging slap on the ass. As Anne left the office she turned and saw the other woman sliding her own hand between her legs. As the day went by, however, the attention became less physical, and she was mostly required to fetch various things from either very high or very low shelves in different offices, while their occupants admired her as she stretched and bent. At one point in the late afternoon, she ran into David Anderson again, the one who had had her bend over while he groped her from behind, and he looked distinctly nervous. It finally dawned on her that the longer she lasted, the more nervous anyone who had really crossed the line would get. They had been assuming she would crack under the embarrassment and need to put on her clothes. As she continued through the day, and as the hour latened, it became more and more likely that she would make it to the end and succeed, as only Allison Davenport ever had before. When four o’clock came, all errands ended, and everyone she ran into treated her with almost exaggerated respect. David came to her cubicle and mumbled at her if she wanted him to fetch her some coffee. Andrew Kearney, however, was nonplussed, and he kissed her cheek formally in the hallway at about four-thirty, “I’m glad you’re going to make it, Anne, and I hope I didn’t go too far earlier.” Anne’s ...