Short Story: Office Shenanigans

"... and here are the accounts that I have passed for this month, for your approval." I handed her a stack of entries passed during the month, smiling nervously as my boss took it over lazily, and without even so much as glancing at it, she signed it and tossed the documents back at me.

I stared at her face, a sculpted and well-defined jawline, dark red lipstick, matching with a low cut black romper that started between her breasts and ended above her knee. I could see the slight outline of her ample breasts, the bridge of her bra clearly visible to me. Would I look like this 5 to 10 years later?

She looked up from her keyboard, her coloured contact lenses a mesmerizing turquoise, asking me if there was anything else. I blushed and hoped she did not catch me checking her out. I grabbed the documents and excused myself, knowing I have more work to complete.

I shut the door gently behind me and noticed you standing at her door, a new intern. Oh right. Your usual weekly report on how you were doing at the company. I smiled awkwardly, as I do around new people. You smiled and knocked gently on the door, while I hurried along down the corridor back to my cubicle.

As I sat down and perused through my documents, I realized my boss missed out signing on certain important pages. Heaving a sigh, I ambled my way back to her personal cubicle.

I waited outside the dark mahogany doors, knowing that my boss did not like to be intruded upon whilst in a meeting with another person - being you. I peaked through the window beside, the blinds were drawn down but I could see a little between the slits of each fold of the blind.

You were sitting in front of the desk, and I had a side view of your features, young and seemingly innocent, or so I thought. Yet the state of your clothing betrayed that. From earlier on, your blouse lost its top 2 buttons and your chest was almost, if not more, exposed as compared to my boss.

Your skirt was hiked up to expose the upper thighs, the little triangle of panties just slightly visible to me from my view from the window.

What surprised me the most was that my boss stood towering beside your petite frame, her gaze no longer a lazy glance, but a flaring stare, filled with purpose and ambition.

I watched at she lay her middle finger below your chin, tilting the small head up to look at her. I see her lips and yours moving in response to whatever she was saying, but I could hear nothing but murmurings behind the soundproof glass.

I could do nothing but watch as she moved her fingers downwards, her nail dragging across your soft, white flesh, stopping to rest at your third button, halfway down your torso. With two fingers, she expertly released the third button, flipping your blouse open to expose your chests, clad in a nude coloured bra that covered your gently heaving breasts.

My boss placed her hands below your chin once more, this time tilting your head up, till you had to stand up from your chair. Her other hand pushed aside the chair from behind you, and she slowly walked forward, placing her stilettos one in front of another, full of feminine confidence. In comparison, you looked like a trapped bunny, stumbling back in your flats and pencil skirt, which was still hiked up around your upper thigh.

Your back contacted the cabinets behind you, but it did not shock you. Rather, it seemed that you expected it to. Quickly, the last 2 buttons of your blouse came off, and my boss placed her hands around your collar, pulling them downwards and off your shoulders. I thought I saw you shiver, probably due to the cold... or was it excitement I saw in your eyes?

Reaching to the cabinet beside that I have never opened, my boss pulled out a pair of handcuffs, matte grey and solid looking, like one of those meant for high security criminals. She hooked one ring around your hand, and raised that hand above your head to loop around the handle of the upper cabinets, and the other ring found your other hand, locking you in position with both hands above your head, like a lamb prepared for slaughter.

My boss stretched her long fingers around your face, holding your head up in her hands. Her other hand traced downwards and found the hem of your skirt, lifting them higher than before, exposing your innocent white panties.

Her nails dragged across your skin, and I watched you shiver in her hands, your face almost breaking away from her gaze. You struggled to keep your eyes fixed on her, and your mouth quivered under her intense gaze. Her thumb and pinkie stretched apart, forcing you to open your legs as her sharp nails poked against your tender inner thighs.

I held my gasp as I watched her bring her knee swiftly up to your private region, and I felt my insides flip as if I have been kicked between the legs myself. I reached downwards to hold my mound, feeling your pain like my own. Yet you did not falter, but perhaps your blinked a little from the sudden impact.

Her knee remained there, between your legs, pushing you against the wall, and I saw you tiptoe, trying to reduce the pressure of your own weight upon your crotch.

Involuntarily, the action caused you to grind against her leg a little, and I felt myself grow warm between my legs for you, feeling the need to relief myself.

I watched my boss smile, a menacing look I have never seen before. She let you go, leaving you on your feet, your hands still above your head.

You breasts heaved with each breath, heavy and laboured. I saw your eyes widen as you gazed straight forward, it must be something you see my boss grabbing from her desk.

She returned into view with a pair of scissors, and I felt slightly afraid for you. Should I save you? I decided to watch a little longer. You were not screaming yet, so it should be safe... Right?

I watched as she brought the scissors down to your panties, the open blade sliding under the hems of your panties. With two snips, the top of the panty fell forward, held in place by your upper thighs.

With force, I saw her pull the cloth from underneath you, the cotton material dragging across your entire pussy lips. I saw your mouth open a little, not too sure if it was in ecstasy or in pain. There you stood, shaven bare between your legs. I swear even from outside the office, I could see your pussy lips moist, a trail of clear liquid dangling from your pussy lips.

I watched on as she unhooked your bra clasp from the front,  revealing to me a set of firm and young breasts. She unzipped your skirt and let it fall to your ankles, leaving you fully in the nude with only your flats.

You blushed in your nakedness, embarrassed to be exposed in such a manner, your hands tied above your head, unable to cover up even decently despite your nakedness. Your nipples hardened in the cold air, brown little raisins sticking out from two round mounds on your chest.

I must have been transfixed by your nudity that I did not notice my boss bring out a stick with a leather patch at the top, a riding crop. I watched as she scratched her nails upon your inner thighs, motioning for you to open your legs.

She brought the crop to rest on your pussy, the leather scooping out the trail of clear fluids dangling from your private region.

With quick succession, she brought the crop away and slapped it hard against your young pussy, an audible slap sound that I could hear even outside the soundproofed room. The sound was sharp and loud, yet the contact point sounded wet, moist with your pleasure fluids.


I felt my own breath quicker than it was before, and I felt a familiar heat between my legs, aching, wishing I was in your stead. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my own panties having a moisture of their own.

A few more times the riding crop went, tracing around your thighs, across your flat stomach, circling your breasts, but each slap landing upon your wet pussy, the leather staying in place for a tad bit longer while your absorb in the shock, feeling the material against your sensitive spot.

Your pussy reddened with each slap, yet you got wetter as well, the trail of fluid now long enough to drip onto the velvet carpet below. Yet there you stood, helpless and bound, biting your lips harder with each strike of the crop.

My boss placed her riding crop down and came close to you, observing your eyes - needing, wanting, lusting for something.

I watched as she traced her fingers below you, your legs wobbling with the need to be touched, an almost primal need waiting to be filled.

She cupped her hands onto your mound and I saw your gasp, your eyes closed in anticipation of what was to come. I saw your mouth whimper a bit, as if begging, pleading for release. I could only imagine the pain and pleasure coursing through your red and swollen pussy, warm from the beating and sexual need.

She removed her hands and she brought her knee up to between your legs once more, this time gently. Yet you grimaced with the pain of her skin being in contact with your pussy.

I watched as she whispered into your ear, and you replied while closing your eyes, a look of relief upon your face.

You started to buck your hips as my boss stood there, her thigh up against your swollen privates, as you grinded your pussy against her. With each forward trust, I watched as you got off on the mixture pain and pleasure, each movement causing you to grit your teeth together. Yet the desperation was present, the need to find release.

I watched as your fluids were spread across the thigh of my boss, and she gently hiked her own skirt up to prevent it from getting wet.

Your grinding was consistently getting rougher, each hip movement more vigorous than the last. I watched as my boss gazed at you with lighted eyes, this nubile girl getting pleasured upon her bare skin. Your wrists were red from the metal pulling at them, constricted in their cold embrace.

With one last thrust, I watched as you arched you back and pressed your pussy against her thigh, an orgasm ripping through you, relieving you of your need. Your head was tilted upwards and your hands strained against the handcuffs above you. Your mouth opened in an 'O' and I swear I could hear a hint of how loud you were moaning from the release from the slight moans I could her from outside.

My boss lowered her leg as you leaned with your back against the cabinets, your petite body trembling from the aftermath of the orgasms, each tremor a sign of what transpired earlier.

I could see for myself how wet you were from the patch on my boss's leg before she wiped it down, the small patch of dampness upon the carpet upon which you stood.

From the same cabinet, she retrieved a key to uncuff you, massaging your sore wrists with tender loving care. Despite of how rough she was with you earlier, she held you close to her breasts and caressed you lovingly.

She helped you get dressed and I watched as she tossed the ruined panties into the bin, giving you a sly grin as she did. You pulled the skirt down around your swollen privates glad to be covered once more.


Straightening up, I realized you were done with your 'meeting'. I hurried away from the door and turned to appear as if I was just walking down now, and I saw the door to the room open just in time.

I fumbled with my documents and they fell to the floor. You saw that and hurried forward to help me, squatting down to scoop the pieces of paper off the carpeted floor. I mumbled a soft thank you as I helped myself to the paper, staring down the length of the skirt, seeing your bare pussy at arms length away, red and sore.

You must have noticed that as you quickly stood up and straightened your skirt, a shy blush upon your face.

As you hurried away, I knocked and met my boss, greeting her lazy gaze. While I asked her to sign the documents, I could not help but take in the smell of sex and arousal in the room.

Short Story: Sunday Afternoon Swimming

There she lay again, her hair a neat bun behind her head. Today, she was wearing a matching set of neon blue bikini, her slender body wrapped by those small pieces of cloth. I had no idea what her name was, much less anything about her. Over the past few weeks, I studied her weekly schedule. She was a creature of habit, always taking a Sunday late afternoon swim, thereafter drying herself in the light of the setting sun. Week after week I lusted after her, watching her closely each week.

I was watching her all afternoon as she dipped in and out of the water, her long slender legs cutting through the water as she moved forward. I watched as she rested after every five laps, the skin around her chest catching the light of the setting sun. How I wanted to run my hands down her chest, feel those mounds around my hands.

Instead, I felt myself instinctively drop my pants and underwear, my hands stroking my cock as I continued to watch her take her weekly swim. I imagined her hands upon me instead of my rough hands, softly touching me at places where I was sensitive. I played with my balls the way I imagined she would, running my hands over the rough skin beneath my cock. I could feel my precum oozing out of me, the warm fluid coating my entire cock head.

I did not let myself draw near to my orgasm. I wanted to thoroughly enjoy my experience of fantasizing while watching the girl of my fantasy right in front of me. I slowly alternated between stroking my cock and teasing myself, as she continued to do her laps. Soon, she finished and she got out of the water, the water dripping off her skin.

Her ass was as slender as the rest of her, and I felt my hard cock throb at the excitement of seeing her lower body out of the water. I noted her thigh gap as she started to dry herself with her towel, her breasts and pussy mound prominent as she stretched upwards to dry her back with her towel. I stroked my cock slowly, feeling the warm rod of flesh within my hands.

She walked towards the nearest lounge chair and laid down upon it, basking in the setting sun as she took a break from her swim. I watched as she continued to lie there, and I could barely see her chest moving up and down from where I was on my balcony. I was on the third floor, my pants a heap around my ankles, my cock in my hands. I continued to stroke my cock as I admired her young body, imagining all sorts of things I would do to her.

Her skin was young and flawless, and her legs were crossed in a ladylike manner, obscuring her pussy mound from my view. Yet all I needed was my imagination. I imagined pulling her bikini bottoms off her, revealing her pussy to me. Was it shaved? Was it naturally hairy? It didn’t matter. The excitement of seeing her naked would turn me on. I continued to stroke my cock harder, feeling myself draw close to an orgasm.

I wanted to feel her breasts, to knead them gently within my fingers, and smell the aroma of her skin. I imagined her nipples perked upon her breasts, my mouth enveloping them, gently sucking on her sensitive spots. I can see her in my mind’s eye, hear her moan gently as I felt her up between her legs, warm and wet.

I felt my cock swell up as the warmth gathered up within my cock, escaping spurt by spurt unto a wad of tissue I held upon my cock head. I felt my heart beat hard in my chest, relieved as the waves of orgasm rocked my body, my hands feeling the warm fluid soaked up by the tissue.

I stared out of the window, and there she was. Yet this time she was not laying down anymore, and for an instant I thought her eyes connected with mine before she looked away. I continued to watch her, my cock still hard and throbbing after cumming. She gathered up her towel and her belongings, her long legs stretching out from the lounging chair. God she was beautifully slim.

Little by little, she disappeared out of sight from my view.

I gathered up my things as well, throwing away the cum-filled tissue into the dustbin near me. I did not bother to wear my pants back, as I wanted to shower after a good masturbation session. My cock was turning flaccid already, and I was feeling cold from feeling the evening wind against by bare skin. I wrapped a towel around my waist, and as I prepared to enter into the toilet, my doorbell rang.

Sigh. Who could it be at this hour? I walked towards the door, my towel around my waist. As I opened the door, the same girl in her neon blue bikini stood before me. I was stunned a little by her beautiful body, and I was speechless.

There she stood, barely an arm’s reach away from me, her dark brown hair in a bun, her bright eyes staring right at me, as if she was exposing all my secrets with just her stare. Her skin was just as beautiful as I imagined it to be up close, fair and smooth. Her legs shone with a certain gleam, as if they were freshly waxed. Her lips were a luscious red, red that stood out from her fair skin. I noted her bikini, the cloth that covered all her sensitive and forbidden parts, yet I mentally stripped her all the same.

What could she want…?

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Dear reader,

I hope that you’ve enjoyed this short story! As you may have noticed (or may not have due to your excitement), the story is still incomplete. I am leaving the second half of the story to you readers to imagine and write. Are you going to dominate her and take her for yourself? Or is she the dominant one? Will it be rough or gentle? What type of girl is she like?

I am hereby opening the second half of the story for anyone to write in and let me know what they think will happen. Do note the few pointers I have below for the second half of the story:
- It should be written from a female point of view
- Foreplay should be well-written. I love a good foreplay.
- A considerable length, about 1,000-1,500 words
- Anything socially acceptable is fine. No cannibalism, bestiality, blood or gore. This isn’t Game of Thrones.

The best entry will be posted as a continuation to the first half of the story (and maybe get to know me better too?). I’ll be accepting your stories till 8 July 2016, 2359, so do email me your entries at Jezebel.Ira@gmail.com! I hope to hear from all you readers soon!

PS: Emails with junk/one sentences/requests will be strictly ignored. Other than the above requirements, the rest is up to your imagination.

Jezebel's Diary 6: Chinese New Year

“Auntie, Happy New Year!” She said with a smile, handing forward two mandarin oranges with two hands, a symbolic gesture that represented the blessing of abundant prosperity upon the household. She stood at the doorstep, slowly removing her heels while my wife took the oranges from her with a wide smile, gesturing and yelling for her to come in. I watched as she bent over, her delicate fingers prying one shoe from her heel, one after another. Her skin was fair and looked so soft.

Inside, my other nieces and nephews were already busy gambling away, playing poker while betting with their recently-collected red packet money. My siblings and their spouses were all crowded around the television, watching one of those comedy mahjong shows, occasionally striking up conversation with one another. I watched as she went forward to each one of them, slowly wishing them a happy new year, while collecting red packets along the way.

She did not join her cousins, probably too old for their age group to play with them. My sister gave birth to her rather early, and her next oldest cousin was barely 16, still studying in secondary school while she was already in university. Every Chinese New Year, she joined the adults, watching the usual old Jackie Chan movies or one of those crazy mahjong shows.

I settled down into the last empty seat on the sofa as she helped herself to a container of hazelnut cookies, taking care not to let the crumbs fall onto my red dress. With all the sofas being occupied, she sat on the armrest of the sofa that I was sitting on, her butt leaning against the soft cushion and her legs propping her up upon the narrow armrest. I noted that she took care not to let her skirt ride up too high above her knees, keeping her legs crossed as best as possible to portray a demure image in front of everyone else. Yet, her thighs were right beside me, and I could see for myself her smoothly shaven legs.

In between commercials, many of my brothers and sisters talked about many things, often coming back once again to question my niece, as they so do every year. I noticed as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair every time a sensitive question was asked (probably about her ex-boyfriend), the red hem of her dress riding up, exposing more of her smooth, long legs.

I raised my hands and moved a little closer, feeling for myself the softness of her legs with the back of my hands. My niece seemed to pay no heed to my touch, her eyes fixated upon the television. Her skin was indeed soft and smooth, how I wanted to just run my palms up her skirt, up into the hem of her short dress and reach underneath it.

“Uncle, where’s the toilet ah?” She turned to me, startling me a little, and I noticed that my eyes were a little too obvious about staring at her white thighs.

“Oh, it’s at the back.” I gestured simply. As she started to walk off, her hips swayed as she strutted of to the toilet, and I could catch a wisp of her perfume as she walked past me, light, fruity, the perfume of someone young, much unlike that of my wife.

A sudden thought occurred to me. I stayed in one of those apartments where the toilet actually connected to two doors. These doors opened to both the kitchen and my bedroom, though the door connected to my bedroom was more often locked than not. I excused myself to my bedroom for a while, knowing that I would not be missed, with everyone busy watching the television.

In my room, I saw just in time as the light behind the locked toilet door turned on, the door closing on the other side. For the toilet door, our family decided on having one of those usual sliding doors, doors that had gaps at the side and underneath the door.

I laid my body down upon the cold wooden floor, placing my face beside the door. I aligned my left eye to the gap, a small opening at the bottom of the toilet door. At first, I saw nothing other than the green tiled floor. I adjusted myself a little, and I did not have to try hard to see the red dress out of the corner of my vision of the toilet.

There my niece sat, the usual way that girls sit on the toilet bowl when they were peeing. Her back was towards me, and all I could see were her white thighs. I could not see her head at all, and I was quite sure that she could not see me either. I listened as a hiss sound ensued, the sound of her pee hitting the bottom of the toilet bowl. The hissing varied in its sound and tone, and I could feel my cock slowly stirring as I watched my young niece pee into the toilet bowl.

I lowered my hands to the front of my pants, feeling the bulge between my fingers. I started to massage them, wondering how her pussy would feel like. In old age, my wife’s sex drive has dwindled, and I barely got enough sex to satisfy my sexual appetite.

I continued to watch my niece as she gingerly picked out the toilet paper, folding them into neat squares before spreading her legs to wipe between them. Then, she stood up immediately, smoothing down the sides of her dress. I looked up and down her thighs, and I realised what was weird about her action. She was not wearing any underwear at all?

When I thought she was about to leave, my niece turned around, this time facing the toilet bowl. This time, she was facing me, though I could only see up to her waist. She tore neat little squares of toilet paper off the roll beside the wall once more, and she lifted up her skirt. I could see clearly for myself her smoothly shaven mound, as white as the rest of her legs. I could feel my cock hardening further, seeing the young pussy in front of me. I lowered my hands once more to the front of my pants and felt my hard cock, pulsating within my grasp.

As if it could not be worse, my niece spread her legs, revealing to me a tiny little slit between her legs. I gave my cock a little squeeze, leaning against the gap in the door to see a little more. My niece started to spread apart her pussy lips ever so slowly and gently, bringing the small square of toilet paper down between her pussy lips to give her pussy a more through wipe. My cock strained against my pants, trying to push a way out.

I continued to watch as she straightened down her dress once more and turned to leave. The toilet door on the other side opened, and I watched as her white thighs disappeared from view. There I laid on the floor, my hard cock almost bursting from my pants.

From where I was seated, my back leaning against the toilet door on my side, I started to unbuckle my pants, taking out my cock from my underwear, holding the throbbing rod within my hands. I could feel my cock head a little wet from the precum oozing out from the tip of my cock. I started to stroke my cock up and down, wondering how it will feel as it enters my niece’s tight little slit. I moaned and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my hand upon my swollen member.

Just then, the door to my bedroom opened, and there my niece stood, staring straight at me, my hands upon my cock. I was stunned in the moment, but she said nothing and closed the door. I could not keep my cock back into my pants. It was too obvious what I was doing earlier.

“Uncle, you were watching me is it?” My niece asked gently, no anger in her voice, seemingly oblivious to the fact that my swollen cock was out in front of her. Ashamed, I turned to look away, anywhere to avoid her gaze.

Stepping forward till she was right in front of me, my niece bent down and squatted in front of me. I knew that if I turned to face her now, my eyes would wander downwards to the gap between her legs, that small little slit that I saw earlier. I had to avoid the temptation. I continued to look away. Then I felt her fingers upon my cock and I shuddered. Her little fingers slowly tracing up and down my cock.

She did not grab it, but she merely took her index finger to run it up from the base of my cock, up to my cock head, circling the cock head a little before tracing her way back down once more. Failing to temptation, I turned to look at her, looking straight into her eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. My eyes moved downward upon temptation, looking to the gap between her legs. Having squat down right in front of me, my niece exposed everything to me, her small little slit, inches away from my cock. My cock throbbed at the sight of the young pussy. Her fingers were driving me close to my climax.

“Uncle, do you want to cum?” Ashamed, I nodded my head, my eyes still staring at her small slit. With a sudden movement, my niece wrapped her fingers around my cock, directing the swollen cock straight, pointing at her little slit between her legs. She started to jerk my cock off really fast, building upon the foreplay that she has already played on me.

I could barely resist or even think as my body started to tense up. In that moment, I felt my cum travelling up from my balls, down the entire shaft of my cock, the warm semen hitting right on target upon her tiny little slit. I watched as I drenched my niece’s pussy in my cum, the whitish gooey liquid coating the exterior of her pussy.

I lay panting even as she stood up, grabbing a tissue from my bedside table. Standing in front of me, her pussy at my eye level, my niece spread out her pussy once more, and she wiped my semen off her pussy right in front of me, for me to see.

“Uncle, I hope you liked it. I enjoyed it very much too.” My niece straightened down her dress once more as I’ve seen her done earlier, and she turned to leave the bedroom, returning to the festivities once more.

I cleaned myself up, tucking my now flaccid cock back into my underwear, buckling my pants. As I stepped out of the bedroom, I saw that my niece and her family were getting ready to leave. My niece turned around as she was wearing her heels at the door step, and she saw me standing at the door frame of my bedroom.

“Uncle, we’ll come over to visit again sometime soon kay?” My niece yelled across the living room.

With stammering nervousness, I replied. “Yes, Jezebel.”