Harem House Extra 19-1

Beth left the office on Wednesday a total mess. Not the office, but herself. She had a comfortable job with limited oversight. Her boss worked on a different floor, and so long as shit got done, nobody cared what she did day in and day out. For a while now, the office practically ran itself because of one of the student workers.

Arthur had been hired at the start of his Sophomore year two years ago. At first, Beth hired him because he was polite and looked like a decent-sized guy who could do the heavy lifting. There were deliveries of marketing materials to be unloaded sometimes, and Arthur always took care of them without complaint. He didn't mind sparing his coworkers the manual labor.

Beth hadn't complained when he started pitching in around the office more, pulling more than his weight. He was a business major, so the marketing job looked good on his resume. And as the semesters went by, Arthur had grown up.

She was twenty-eight when Arthur was hired. At the time, he'd been twenty. Now, she was thirty, though she looked younger than her age. She'd always had a few extra pounds compared to other women, but she hadn't minded since she carried it mainly in her chest, hips, thighs, and butt. She wasn't quite thick, but she wasn't skinny either. She was average. Plain.

Guys like Arthur never noticed her.

He was a year into his transformation when he started working at the office. Arthur worked out every morning and ate like a health nut, as far as Beth could tell. By his senior year, he'd taken his average freshman body to superhero proportions. And he was handsome, to boot.

Dark hair, bright eyes, shoulders that you could grab onto, the perfect height at 6'4", and abs so sharp they looked like they might cut your tongue.

That had been Beth’s thought when she saw the massively hung stripper at her sister’s bachelorette party. It wasn’t until her tongue was halfway up those abs that she realized who they belonged to, and by then, it was too late. Her world had gone upside down.

She drove home from work almost robotically. Spotify played something when her car connected to her blue tooth, but she couldn't recall a single lyric from the drive home. Half an hour of driving later, she arrived at the shitty little duplex she shared with her sister until the wedding. Then her sister's fiance would move in, and she'd move back in with their parents until she could find a place. That thought alone nearly made her cry.

She liked her parents. She got along well with them. But she knew what it would be like. Thirty or not, Thirty-One soon, it wouldn't matter. They'd treat her like a teenager, and she'd be expected to follow their rules. That could be a good thing. Rules meant structure, which real-life distinctly lacked, especially when you broke the rules.

She'd broken a lot of rules today. Or, Arthur had broken them for her. God, was she so desperate for someone's touch that she'd let herself get seduced by her student worker? Yes. She'd thought about him in various inappropriate ways for years, but it had always been harmless. Then, last Saturday, her sister’s bachelorette party had ended up having him as their stripper thanks to circumstances Beth still didn’t fully understand.

Then there was today when it all came to a head. They’d been dancing around each other for days and finally confronted one another about it.

Beth realized she’d been sitting in her driveway for a few minutes now. She turned off the car and went inside. She didn’t feel like dinner. She wasn’t hungry. Yet she knew if she skipped, she’d just overeat in a few hours to make up for it and likely order something terrible for her diet. She sighed and stalked into the kitchen. A few leftovers later, and she decided she should take a bath.

Bubble baths always made her feel better. They were her safe space, relaxing and meditative. She turned the water to scalding and filled the tub, undressing in her room and wearing a towel between the two, though not before she looked at her body in the mirror. She didn’t understand why Arthur wanted her that way, why he’d been willing to play the part of the bad guy for her when he had Mindy already bent over his desk.

Of course, having two women was better than one, she supposed, but if he’d been telling the truth, he had four other girlfriends besides Mindy. Arthur didn’t need Beth. She wasn’t even another notch in his belt. She was a pity fuck, and she knew it. Hell, he hadn’t even fucked her, just fingered. It had been hot as hell to stand there with her legs spread, her hands behind her back, watching Mindy wrap her lips around his dick that looked too thick for Beth to take into her mouth.

She felt herself grow warm just from recalling the memory, even as she closed her eyes to picture it better. She took off her blouse, bra, and then her skirt. She already wasn’t wearing panties. A pair of too-small panties was in her purse, but they weren’t hers. They were Mindy’s. Arthur had made them swap panties, but Mindy’s hadn’t fit. She had narrow hips and a tiny waist compared to Beth’s plumper figure. The benefits of being eighteen compared to thirty.

Beth sank into the bathwater and closed her eyes, watching the scene play out again in her head for the hundredth time today.

She’d imagined plenty of scenarios like it these last two years. She blamed the smutty romances her friends had gotten her into back in college. It was all vampires, fairies, lords, and ladies, with themes of domination and sexual pleasure woven in with unrealistic depictions that were still hot as fuck. Arthur had the body she’d pictured taking her by the wrist, holding her against the wall, and devouring her lips with his. He had strong hands and fingers that could turn her chin, lift it to his, grip her hair by the root, hold her steady, or move her as he willed.

She wondered what he was doing now. Should she text him? No. She didn’t want to seem like some lovestruck college girl. She was his boss. It would be inappropriate for a text chain between them to hint at what they’d done today. She was his boss, yet the office dynamic had totally shifted. He had all the power. He didn’t even need to use any pictures or video if he had them. One sharp look and one short sentence in that heavy baritone, and she was putty for him to mold.

Fuck.

She could imagine what walking into the office tomorrow would be like. She always got there an hour before Arthur. She’d dress a little provocatively to try and get his attention. A slitted skirt, a low-cut blouse under her blazer. She’d wait for him at his desk with some excuse, like wanting to have a daily supervisor meeting, now that he was overlooking the other student workers. Come to think of it, that wasn’t such a bad idea for work purposes either. Once they were both in her office, it would begin.

She relaxed, closed her eyes, and imagined it as her hands wandered down her body, rubbing herself gently as the scene played out in her imagination.

“Lock the door.” Arthur growled in a low tone as he moved to her desk and sat on the edge of it.

Beth locked the door behind him, the blinds already closed between her office and the student worker’s office. Then she’d lock the door that led to the hallway, just in case. No one visited their office except sometimes to use the copier, but that was in the student worker's half. No one ever knocked on her door. So they’d have plenty of time by themselves when they needed it.

After locking the doors, Beth stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next, but Arthur guided her as confidently as if he knew exactly what he wanted from her.

“Kneel.” Arthur said, pointing to a spot in front of her desk.

Beth hesitated, but she scooted to obey quickly at his darkening look, hoping to avoid his wrath.

“Good girl.” Arthur praised her even though the angry tone hadn’t left his voice, and she shivered at the praise. She looked up from her position as he stood and walked around her desk to sit in her chair, not asking. “Now stand up and strip down.”

“Arthur-” Beth started to protest, but he raised his hand in a stop motion and struck her mute with a glare.

“I said stand up and strip down.” Arthur growled.

“Yes-” Beth said hesitantly. “Yes, Sir.”

Arthur nodded his approval but didn’t call her a good girl for her initial disobedience. She glanced at the locked doors as she stood, her hands shaking as she took off her blazer. The hallway door could have anyone on the other side, from students to faculty, visitors, or no one. The office door definitely had student workers on the other side, all younger and hotter women than Beth, including his much hotter girlfriend, Mindy.

“Are you sure-” Beth started, but Arthur stopped her with another glare.

“Did I stutter?” Arthur growled.

“No.” Beth shook her head.

“No, what?” Artur snapped.

“No, Sir.” Beth answered quickly.

“Then why are you hesitating?” Arthur asked angrily. “Do I have to repeat myself?”

“No, Sir.” Beth said. “I’m stripping. See?” She asked as she laid her blazer on the chair.

“Faster.” Arthur snapped his fingers. “Or I’ll strip you myself, and I won’t be careful about it.”

Beth nodded, her hands moving quicker as her heartbeat increased. The buttons on her blouse were buttons, and she made a mental note to buy more button-up blouses with snaps instead of push-through buttons. They were taking too long. She almost had them all undone when Arthur lost his patience. He stood, and she fumbled. He was in front of her in two quick strides, and his hands wrested hers from her shirt.

“Arms out to the side.” Arthur snapped.

Beth obeyed and winced as Arthur tore her blouse the rest of the way open, popping off the bottom three buttons that would hopefully be well-hidden by her skirt. He pulled it up and out of her skirt, then folded it over her shoulders, pulling it down her arms, but he left it at her wrists, pinning her arms at her sides as he spun her around and yanked the zipper of her skirt down.

The skirt fell around her heels, and Arthur tsked.

“Pantyhose?” Arthur asked. “Really?” He placed his lips by ear and whispered in a baritone that flushed her with warmth. “I want thigh highs from now on. With or without garters, I don’t care, but don’t you dare try to cover what’s mine without permission.”

Beth didn’t move or speak. She stood frozen, waiting to see how he would vent his disapproval.

“Understand?” Arthur pressed his cheek to the spot just behind her ear.

“Yes.” Beth said softly, earning her a harsh grip on her bra-clad breast as Arthur stood behind her and groped her with one hand.

“Yes, what?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Beth said quickly. “Sorry, Sir. I won’t forget again.”

“If you do, there will be consequences.” Arthur said sternly. “You will show me respect, or you will suffer.”

“Yes, Sir.” Beth nodded furiously. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

He released his grip on her breast, and she gasped at the flush of sensation tinged with pleasure the pain had given her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she had to clap her hand over her mouth to avoid making noise when Arthur ripped her pantyhose.

“Can I still wear… panties?” She asked. “And bras?”

“Bras, yes.” Arthur said after a moment’s thought. “Unless I instruct you otherwise.”

“Instruct me otherwise?” Beth asked.

“Yes.” Arthur informed her. “You’re going to download Snapchat, so there’s no text trail between us. And you’ll send me pictures of yourself when you get dressed to show you’re compliant.” He explained. “If you need a punishment, I might make you go a day without a bra. Maybe with one of your thinner blouses. So all that stands between you and indecent exposure is the blazer I might let you wear when we aren’t alone. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Beth nodded.

“One picture for each layer.” Arthur continued. “Every morning.”

“Yes, Sir.” Beth nodded.

"And no panties." Arthur informed her. "Except for one week out of the month."

"Yes, Sir." Beth nodded.

“And if you forget?” Arthur asked.

“Then you’ll… remind me?” Beth asked hopefully.

“Then I will punish you.” Arthur groped her again. “Until you learn your lesson.”

“Yes, Sir.” Beth nodded quickly as he grabbed her by the back of the neck.

Arthur leaned in close to her ear again and whispered. “Now take off that bra and hold up those breasts for me. Support them with your hands, but don’t cover them up.” Arthur stepped away.

Beth turned to face him as she reached behind her back, and she unclasped her bra, letting it drop over her arms until it hit the floor. Then she brought her hands up and cupped the underside of her breasts, holding them up as if offering them to Arthur.

He just stood there, looking at her. She tried to gauge what played in his expression, but there was no hint as to whether he was pleased or cross.

“Kneel.” Was all Arthur said.

Beth knelt, careful to keep her hands where they were. Arthur came over and stood in front of her, his legs slightly spread, and he lowered his zipper slowly, releasing the bulge in his pants with the longest, thickest cock Beth had ever seen in real life. It was a monster she knew wouldn’t fit in her holes without significant lube, effort, and/or pain. The tip of it floated just an inch from her lips, the breath from her nose coming down to warm its head.

“Kiss it.” Arthur told her.

Beth looked up at him, unsure, and she knew at that moment what was coming for her disobedience.

Arthur smacked her across the face, knocking her out of her kneeling position and forcing her to drop her breasts as her hands moved to the floor to catch herself from falling sideways.

“Don’t hesitate again.” Arthur told her. “Obey.”

Beth nodded, not speaking as tears edged into the corners of her eyes. She could feel the flush against her cheek, the heat from his hand, the blood flowing through her body, and her heart pumping. She bit her lip but took up her position again, as she knew he expected. She offered him her breasts, leaned forward slightly, and kissed the tip of his cock.

“Stroke it.” Arthur informed her. “Both hands.”

There was no hesitation from Beth this time. She dropped her heavy breasts, letting them bounce and fall as she reached up and started stroking him with both hands, pumping away, causing her breasts to sway further as she did her best to hold her kneeling position and jack him off as he stood in front of her aimed toward her massive tits, one of the few bodily features she was proud of.

“Hm.” Arthur hummed low in an appreciative tone. “That’s it.” He closed his eyes. “Good girl, Miss Rian.”

Beth gulped, pumping away at imaginary Arthur’s cock while her fingers played in the real world. She sighed in pleasure, hopeful for praise, hopeful she’d please Arthur enough that he’d let her orgasm either during their meeting or on her own later. Either way.

She pumped away.

“Look at me.” Arthur said sternly. Beth opened her eyes and looked up at him as he looked down at her. Their gazes locked, a dark hunger in Arthur’s expression and an eager hope in Beth’s. She kissed his dick again and tightened her grip. “Beg me.”

Beth looked up at him still and didn’t hesitate this time, even if she wasn’t sure what to say. “Please, Sir?” She asked hesitantly. “Please?”

“Do you even know what you’re begging for?” Arthur asked, almost mockingly.

“No, Sir.” Beth shook her head.

“You’re begging for me to cum on your tits.” Arthur informed her. “Or maybe I should shove this down your throat, and you make you swallow it all?”

Beth shook her head immediately. There was no way she’d be able to do that without making too much noise and maybe even puking. Not that Arthur would care so long as she waited until he finished. His pleasure came first, and he made no secret about that. Hell, Beth wouldn’t even be surprised if the girls on the other side of the wall all knew what they were doing in here and just pretended that they didn’t. They probably knew Beth was just another one of his sluts, desperate to make him cum, hoping to be his favorite, hoping they might be the one to change him and let him love again when he was too far gone for any romance.

“Then beg me.” Arthur informed her. “Or you’re taking it in whatever hole I think will hurt the most.”

“Please, Sir?” Beth said again. “Please cum on my tits.” She said desperately. “Please cum on my fat tits.” She begged as they jostled from her work. “Please?” She begged again. “I want your cum all over my tits.” She said softly. “Please cum on my tits, don’t make me take it in my holes. Please?” Beth begged. “Please?”

“Please.” Real-life Beth gasped as the orgasm overtook her. Her legs shook in the water, and her body trembled. She squeezed her legs together, trapping her hand where it was until she rode it out, her eyes shut tight against the waves of pleasures that wracked her body until she finally sank back down, more relaxed than ever in the now-lukewarm water.

“Fuck.” Beth breathed as she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, her head resting against the edge of her tub. She released a deep sigh of surrender to the inevitable. “I am so fucked.”