My wife was out of town last week, so on Monday night after work, I decided to look at some porn on the internet. After surfing for a little while, I came across a great website. It wasn't very big, but it had these amazing pictures of this woman in a black mask choking on huge cocks, and getting cum sprayed into her face. I scrolled down, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans as I looked at the hot pictures. What a slut, I thought. That's exactly what I'd do to her if I could, and even more.

I was almost at the bottom of the page, and decided to get my cock out of my jeans. Then, I looked at the last picture and was shocked. It was a picture of this girl's tits, and they had "Fuck my face, come on me" written on them in black marker. I remembered thinking that I had seen that before, on a girl in my office. She had been bringing me some files a few weeks ago, and the top few buttons on her blouse were open. As she leaned over my desk to put the files down, I had snuck a quick peek, seeing her black-bra wrapped cleavage and those words.

"What the hell is that?" I had blurted out, pointing before even thinking that this would be evidence of me checking her out.

"Oh, nothing…I just went to a costume party last night is all," She had said, quickly buttoning up the blouse. She hadn't even been that embarrassed, but when I think back to it, I wasn't even sure what I had read, but now I am. I noticed how her reddish-brown hair was the same colour, and even through the mask I could tell it was the same girl.

Some costume party, I thought, as I sat at my computer and stroked my self into orgasm while looking at this girl and thinking what I'd like to do to her. I imagined that it was my dick I was making her beg for as I slapped her in the face with it, knowing how badly she wanted the cum. Oh yes, I thought. I wanted to make her my very own slut badly as I sat there afterwards.

Then, the next day at work, I had an idea. I sent her an e-mail.

"hey SS…What are you doing later tonight?" I wrote, and then I attached the link to the site I had found. I didn't have to wait long for a reply.

"What do you think you're doing?" She said when she came into my office and shut the door ten minutes later. She was wearing a short, black business skirt with black heels and fishnet stockings. On top was a white blouse, thin enough that I could see her black bra through it. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like there was any writing.

"I think I should ask you the same question…" I said to her, grinning as I leaned back in my chair. I could feel blood move to my cock as I thought about those pictures.

"How did you find that website? Did you tell anyone about it?" She asked me. I told her that I hadn't told anyone…yet.

"But it seems like the kind of thing some of the guys on this floor might be interested in…" I said.

"Oh no, please no. If people find out, I'll probably be fired. I need this job!" she pleaded. "What can I do so you don't tell anyone? Do you want money? Or…" she said, raising her eyebrows, and licking her lips "Do you want me to blow you?" And she stepped closer to me. I could tell she wanted to, that she probably hadn't tasted cock in a few days and needed it. It was also right then that I knew I could get more out of her than a blowjob.

"Like I said," I told her, putting up a hand to stop her advance "What are you doing later tonight?" And I smiled.

"Nothing….yet…" she said, smiling back at me. I quickly wrote down my address on a piece of paper.

"Be there at 8pm" I told her, "And come prepared," Then she left my office.

I relaxed in my chair, breathing heavily. My dick was hard from the excitement, but I didn't want to jerk it now. I knew that I had to save all my cum for tonight.

The rest of the day passed slowly. I couldn't stop thinking of what I was going to do with SS that night. Eventually though, it was quitting time.

When I got home, I took a long shower and changed into a pair of black jeans, not bothering with underwear. Then I took stock of the toys that I thought I might be using tonight. My wife and I had been into bondage for a long time and had gone through quite a few different phases, so we had quite a nice little collection.

By that time, it was nearly eight o'clock, so I went downstairs just in time to hear the doorbell ring. I opened the door, and you stepped quickly inside. I figured that since she already had her little black mask on, she didn't want the neighbours seeing her. Then I closed the door, and we stood in the entrance hall looking at each other.