Harem House - Selene Pt. 19

"Roll your dress up so it stays around your waist." Arthur ordered.

She obeyed. "Yes, Boss." She turned the hem in her hands over a few times, sweeping her arms from her front to her back until she rolled the entire hem over her hips to her belly button, held in place by the tightness of the dress itself.

Arthur stood and moved around her, admiring the round bottoms of her cheeks hanging out of her panties and her darker complexion showing through the sheer lace. He thought about it momentarily and then brought the ruler up to her mouth so its edge was across her lips. She took it into her mouth and bit down gently, holding it in her teeth at Arthur's silent prompting.

Arthur reached into her sweater from her right side and clasped her left breast in his hands. He felt her hardened nipple against his palm before he drew her breast out of her bra and her dress and let it hang out over the bra and neckline that cut along beneath it. Then he brought out her other breast, exposing them to the office air and his eyes. Her dark brown nipples were tiny on her impressively large double-D breasts, and she tensed when his index finger curled along the underside of her breast to flick her nipple from below in several quick, rapid curls of his finger.

"I want you to straddle the corner of my desk." Arthur told her. "I want you to rub yourself against it. I want you to pleasure yourself. Go to town. I want you to show me what a whore you are."

Mindy closed her eyes as goosebumps surged over her bare arms and legs, betraying how much she loved Arthur's tone of voice and even the names he called her. The girls at school might call her names either to her face or behind her back, and those might bother her. But those same names had different meanings in Arthur's mouth. Other people didn't understand. She enjoyed the humiliation, the depravity, in a way only someone raised on porn could, but there was no genuine shame in this humiliation. There was humility, but no condemnation when Arthur abased her, only lust.

Lust consumed all and replaced all, and it drove her forward as she stepped to the corner of Arthur's desk and lowered herself against his desk with her legs against the back and side of it. Her thighs gripped against the wood as she rocked her hips, which made her breasts jiggle and bounce in slow rhythmic movements.

Arthur returned to his chair at his desk and watched. They could see the fire in each other's eyes. Mindy could see the lust and enjoyment on Arthur's face as she humped his desk like an obedient whore. It felt good, and as the feeling grew, she started to move quicker against it. She watched Arthur as he watched her, and she moved a bit quicker when he took himself out of his trousers and started stroking himself as he watched her.

She wanted to finish first so she could get on her knees and suck him off. She wanted to be the one to make him cum, not let him finish himself. Without realizing it, Mindy increased her speed until she was panting a little and clenching the ruler between her teeth. Her boobs were jostling, but her discomfort was minimal compared to the pleasure between her legs.

Mindy made a noise between a moan and a whine that made Arthur close his eyes in savory appreciation, so she made it again and again, desperately wanting to cum for him but worrying that she wasn't going to be able to without using her hands, which she'd instinctively crossed behind her back. She could feel it, and she knew she was building up pleasure, but felt like she was loading bullets into a gun, rather than working the trigger.

Finally, she broke and started rubbing her clit with her fingers to get some direct stimulation as she humped the desk.

Arthur stood up and "tsk"ed at her. "Stop." He said, and she whined. "Hold still."

Mindy obeyed and turned her head to look at him as he moved beside her. He came to her right side, reached up, and took the ruler from her mouth. She opened her mouth again and let out a deep breath.

Arthur pulled down the back of her panties until he bared her butt, trapping the backside of their waistband with the round curves at the bottom of her cheeks.

"I prefer thongs." Arthur informed her. "From now on, you only wear thongs. Understood?"

"Yes, Boss." Mindy said immediately. "Any other wardrobe changes I should make?"

"We'll see." Arthur said thoughtfully. "Your office attire has usually been pretty good, but I think we should make it official that you aren't allowed to wear pants or leggings in this office. Skirts, dresses, with or without stockings or thigh highs only."

"Yes, Boss." Mindy said.

"Good girl." Arthur said with a small smile. "Now, start going again, but keep your hands flat against the desk. Understood?"

"Yes, Boss." Mindy said in a breathy voice as she rubbed herself against the desk again. It only took a few rocks back and forth for her to make that whining moan again, and as soon as she did, Arthur struck with the ruler against her backside to a loud -clap- that made her jolt forward rather than rock.

"One." Mindy counted. "Thank you, Sir."

Arthur followed up with strikes two through five. As he delivered them, he was unaware they could be heard through the door separating them from Beth's office.

Since Mindy had shut the door, Beth had returned from grabbing her lunch from the campus dining hall. The hall was too busy for her liking, so she'd decided to take her meal to go and brought it back to her desk where she could eat it while looking at reels and videos on her phone without all the mad background noise of students. It surprised her then to hear sounds she didn't recognize coming from the other side of the door she was pretty sure she'd left open.

Curious more than anything else, she took two fingers, inserted them into the blinds that hung down on the door, split them apart, and peeked in to see what was happening. The sight on the other side of the door made her gasp.

She could see Mindy's back, her bare ass with a few pale red stripes across it, with her dress rolled up to her waist, and, judging by the side boob, her breasts pulled out of her sluttier version of Beth's sweater dress. Arthur stood beside her, arm flexing as he swung the ruler down again, striking Mindy. Beth heard the gasp, the count, and the thank you as Mindy thanked him for it, a twisted little game between the two of them. A game that made Beth warm, flushed, and practically hypnotized. She kept watching.

Arthur leaned over his desk from the side for a moment and straightened with something in his hand. Mindy was about to ask what it was when he brought his hand in front of her face and showed her. There were three binder clips in his hand, the small black clamps with metal wire making their handles.

Mindy looked up at him, bit her lip, and nodded fiercely, which drew a smile from him. He struck her again with the ruler in his left hand.

"Six, thank you, Sir." Mindy gasped and then gasped again as she felt the cool metal of the office clamp press against the sides of her left nipple.

Arthur struck again.

"Seven, thank you, Sir." Mindy said, expecting the next clamp, but it didn't come immediately.

Beth didn't even realize she was rubbing herself with her free hand over her sweater dress and black cotton panties as she watched from the other side of the door. She wasn't thinking, her body was simply responding to this scene she was watching play out live.

"Eight, thank you, Sir." Mindy said and then wiggled as she felt Arthur squeeze her clamped breast with his other hand. He'd placed the remaining clamps on the desk in front of her, not using them yet, torturing her with the possibility that he might decide to add the next one at any time. With each strike, he groped and played with her breasts, switching between the clamped breast and the free nipple, toying with her and causing her to move faster from the waist down with each spanking.

She continued humping the desk as he spanked her again, and again, and again. When Arthur reached fifteen, he placed another clip onto her other breast, closing it over her nipple in a gentle bite that drove her crazy as his hand squeezed the flesh beneath it.

"Please, Boss, can I... touch myself?" Mindy asked. "I... I'm close. I need..."

"Absolutely not." Arthur said in a firm tone. "This is a punishment, after all. An orgasm would defeat the purpose."

Mindy whined and pouted, jutting out her bottom lip in as cute a face as she could muster, but Arthur was unmoved as he landed the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth blow, causing her to drop the pout to count them and thank him for them like a proper whore.

"Don't even think about touching yourself." Arthur said sternly.

"Can you do it then?" Mindy asked. "Please?" Her humping on the desk was frantic now, rushed, but not enough to give her clit the direct stimulation she needed to orgasm.

"If you do a good job, take your punishment, and show me how thankful you are to still have a job despite your tardiness the other day, then maybe I'll decide to let you cum." Arthur said with a shrug. "But you don't get to touch yourself or orgasm until I permit you. Understood?"

Mindy swallowed thickly before answering, prompting Arthur to swat her with the ruler again.

"Nineteen. Thank you, Sir." Mindy said automatically.

"Understood?" Arthur asked again.

"Yes, Boss. I understand. I'm your whore. This isn't about my pleasure. I don't cum until you tell me to." She nodded as she continued frantically humping the desk as though she were still trying to defy him by bringing herself as much pleasure as possible.

Beth listened to all of it, with the blinds split apart just enough to form a peephole to let her see them from behind and just enough noise through the thin pane of glass she could hear all of it in soft voices and tones. Her hands had worked their way under the hem of her dress, shifting it up in the front and letting her fingers play against the soft cotton panties she wore. She hadn't realized she was doing it at first, but she knew what she was doing now, even though she knew it was wrong.

Beth should put a stop to all of this immediately. She should charge in there and save that poor girl from Arthur. She should fire him immediately and put him up with HR, using his position to force Mindy into this. But had he? The two seemed familiar, and Mindy seemed enthusiastic about what she was doing, not upset or crying or as if he were forcing her into it.

So what was the situation? And why hadn't she stopped it when she first saw it? Why was she standing there on the other side of the door pleasuring herself to this poor girl's frantic whines and moans, letting each spank with the ruler and the sound of its strike against Mindy's bared flesh send shivers through her spine and heat between her legs? Why was she picturing Arthur, naked as the day he was born, forcing her, his boss, into this same situation, or better yet, forcing Mindy to spank her while he sat, watched, and stroked himself until he finally had enough and sprayed his load all over her spanked ass?

Beth came suddenly and more forcefully than she had in a while, clamping her thighs around her hand as the tremors took her. She removed her hand from the window blinds to clamp her hand over her mouth to avoid making noises. The last thing she needed was for either of them to catch her, even if they should be worried about her catching them.

Unfortunately for Beth, the sudden movement of the blinds clocked in the corner of Arthur's eye just as he raised his arm to deliver the twenty-fifth blow. He stood, dick out, arm raised, staring at Beth's office door as though studying it for any sign that the handle was about to turn or that what he thought he saw was real and not imagined.

It took Mindy a few seconds for the delay to register, and she froze mid-hump on Arthur's desk, looking over her shoulder at him and the door beyond him.

"Everything okay?" She whispered.

"I thought I saw something." Arthur said quietly, his erection already starting to soften.

Mindy fixed her dress instantly and stood with one hand on her opposite elbow, crossing her arm in front of her. The clips were still on her breasts, but her arm hid them as they pressed against the material of her sweater dress from the inside.

Arthur tucked himself back into his pants and moved softly to the door with his ruler still in hand. The blinds were still closed, but when he pressed his ear to the door, he heard the soft sounds of movement from the other side, as though someone was in there, walking or otherwise making more noise than they would if they were sitting at their desk.

He set the ruler down on the desk next to the door, then opened it to see Beth, slightly disheveled, with an uneaten lunch on her desk, in the process of sitting down in her chair behind it.

"Miss Rian." Arthur said in a dark and steely tone.

Beth's blush and how her eyes refused to meet his told him everything he needed to know. He closed the door behind him and stood there, looking at Beth until she finally seemed to gather her courage, swallow, and look up at him, her eyes lingering on his trousers long enough for him to notice.

"Yes, Arthur?" Beth asked in a higher and squeakier tone than she meant to use.

"I take it you saw me and Mindy?" Arthur asked.

Beth didn't seem to want to answer.

"How long were you watching?" Arthur asked. "Did you get a good show?"

Beth blushed fiercely but didn't seem to want to answer. She looked down at her desk again and didn't look up even as Arthur started to walk around her desk.

"Is that what you wanted me to do to you the other day?" Arthur asked. "You wanted me to blackmail you, right? In that little scenario, you had worked up in your head. You wanted me to make you my office slut, making you give me sexual favors in exchange for keeping quiet about last weekend when any HR rep worth their salt could make a case for you sexually harassing me?"

Beth still did not answer, but she kept looking at her desk, trying to think of what she could say, what she wanted to say, but she still said nothing. Even when Arthur took her chin and turned her face to look at him, she said nothing. Even when his thumb parted her lips and pushed into her mouth, she said nothing. She closed her lips around it and sucked, doing the first thing she thought of as if on auto-pilot or in a dream she'd had before that she didn't believe was true.

"Do you still want that?" Arthur asked, nodding toward the door. "Do you want me to give you what I give her? Her fantasies made real?"

Beth closed her eyes, focusing solely on the feeling of his thumb in her mouth and his fingers curled against the underside of her jaw. She melted into his hand, rubbing her cheek against it, and she felt simultaneously ashamed of herself and more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. It was a scene out of the stories she'd read, where the dark, hot, dangerous man overpowered the weak-willed beautiful woman and forced her to do things she'd never admit to wanting. Cliche and problematic, sure, but Beth's fantasies were her own, and they had always been private little daydreams stirred by smutty romance novels. She never imagined she'd be living out the scene.

"Say 'yes sir' if it's what you want." Arthur instructed. "Say 'no sir,' and I'll walk back through that door, and we'll pretend like this never happened. Just like Monday and Saturday." He told her.

After swirling her tongue around it, Beth drew her head back off his thumb and took a deep breath. She looked up at Arthur to see him looking down at her. He had Mindy, and she was a walking wet dream with a Korean schoolgirl/secretary vibe. Beth felt ordinary and average, even ugly, by comparison to most of the office girls. She was older. She had certain assets, sure, but she had more cellulite than the other girls and bags under her eyes that she hid with thick makeup. She couldn't even boast that she had more experience than the others. College girls nowadays were proud of their sexuality no matter what it was, and they counted the men they slept with in the dozens.

Beth had never taken a man before and wasn't a lesbian either. She was older, sure, but she was a virgin. She'd done some things, fooled around, but never gone all the way. Her longest relationship was only a few weeks, and she had been too scared to give in to her desires and hook up. The idea of Arthur taking her on her desk shouldn't have made her as wet as it did. She knew better. And yet, when it came down to it, all she could say was a quiet "Yes, Sir."

Arthur curled his finger under her chin and lifted it, pressing until she tilted her head as far as it would go, and then he kept pressing until she got the hint and stood. She wobbled a moment as he kept his finger lifting her chin, and she followed him as he led the way back around her desk and through the door into the other part of the office.

"From here on out," Arthur said as he led her. "You can protest all you want. I'll only stop if you say 'Red light.' That's your safeword. Okay?"

"Okay." Beth whispered as they crossed the threshold.

Mindy smiled to see them return, which was not the reaction Beth was expecting. She was expecting a gasp of shock and surprise, but instead, all Mindy did was smile and lower her arm, revealing the clamped breasts pressing against her sweater dress.

"Mindy, this is Miss Rian." Arthur introduced them as though they were meeting for the first time. "She's decided to join our exploration of office-based fantasies today, if that's okay with you."

Mindy's smile turned as she looked at Arthur and then at Beth. "Of course, that's okay with me, Sir." Mindy assured them both. "You know me; I'd arrange for the entire office to be an orgy if we could."

Arthur smirked and looked at Beth, who looked more surprised than she realized.

"Mindy and I started dating last weekend." Arthur explained. "Since then, she's been one of my girlfriends and my office whore. Our little game when we're here."

"One of your girlfriends?" Beth asked, emphasizing 'one of' rather than any other shocking revelations in the statement.

"Oh, he has five so far." Mindy said with a nod. "We call ourselves his harem."

"Oh." Was all Beth could think to say. She thought Arthur was joking earlier, but apparently, he'd been telling her the truth.

"But don't worry. Arthur has the harem's permission to fuck anyone he wants." Mindy said as she stepped a little closer to Beth. "And apparently, he wants you." She glanced down, and Beth followed her gaze to see Arthur's dick hard and ready, pushing against the thin material of his trousers.

"Where did we leave off?" Arthur asked Mindy.

"Twenty-four." Mindy answered immediately. "I have six left today if we're doing thirty strokes again."

Arthur nodded. "Yes, you see, Mindy was two minutes late the other day." He explained to Beth, even though he knew she knew. "So I've been helping to correct that behavior with some punishments. One strike with the ruler for every second she was late."

Beth nodded, closing her eyes again and swallowing thickly, so horny and ashamed of herself and her current situation that she couldn't bring herself to say anything.

"Would you like to deliver the last six?" Arthur asked Beth. "After all, you are her boss."

"Oh- Uh- I don't-" Beth stammered in starts and fits as she looked back and forth between Mindy and Arthur.

Mindy smiled and slowly started rolling up her dress again to reveal a pair of thoroughly soaked sheer white panties, which she rolled down even as Beth fell silent again. Mindy turned and lowered herself over the corner of Arthur's desk again, her feet planted, knees bent, thighs spread, pussy rubbing on the desk, her torso leaning forward, and her hands flat on the desk.