Monday Morning Surprise
By Diggedydawg
Comments welcome at: diggedydawg@yahoo.ca
Sondra unlocked the front door of the office, surprised to discover that she was ?first in?. As CEO of a medical facility, based in a poor inner suburb of a large Australian city, she was used to lax punctuality, but this was very strange. After entering the building, Sondra switched on the lights and entered her office. Again, strangely, her office door, usually locked, was wide open and her computer was switched on. The DVD tray of her PC was open and a shiny new DVD, marked ?Friday Night? was in place, waiting to be inserted.
The words ?Friday Night? disturbed Sondra. Last Friday, the facility staff had booked a local pub and held their annual Christmas party. The pub was grungy, and frequented by many low-life, inner city types, but it had a good-sized outdoor function area and it was all her office manager could find at short notice.
This feeling of unease came about because Sondra could not remember a single thing about the evening. The following morning she had awakened to find herself in the driver's seat of her car, parked very near the pub. Feeling very sick and sore, she had driven home to sleep it off.
Now, as she inserted the disk, Sondra had a feeling that she was about to find out what had transpired.
Whoever had edited this video was very direct. The opening scene showed her dancing to a slow beat and unbuttoning the front of her dress. A chill froze her. Surely she had not ***** that much? Had someone spiked her drink? Who?
She watched in horror as she removed her clothing; firstly her dress, then her bra and panties. At least she looked good, with her all-over solarium tan. The breast-lift had also been a good investment. The scene got worse however. The video showed her bending over and holding her ass cheeks apart while the camera zoomed in on her open pussy lips. She was clearly very aroused as they were moist and bright pink.
More dancing. Sondra watched herself masturbate on screen with the neck of a bottle of beer. Her face had a look of rapture.
The next scene caused her heart to skip. An unidentified man drew his very large penis out of his pants and Sondra dropped to her knees to eagerly suck on it. She was putting on a good show too! Deep-throating the whole thing and licking the balls behind. For her lovers, Sondra liked to perform head in a theatrical manner and it showed here. The camera operator was very careful to avoid identifying anyone but Sondra, but she recognized the corduroy trousers and Dr Marten's boots. That was Trevor!
This really hurt! When she had taken over this organization, everyone had been against Sondra. She had brought organization and process to a chaotic mess that was in danger of being closed down. The staff deeply resented the new system and resented Sondra because her background was not service delivery focused. They had given her hell.
Trevor had been her first hire. As the front desk, receptionist, he was both security and the face of the organization. More importantly, Sondra had felt he was her first ally in her new job and had treated him very generously as a result.
Now there he was; participating in her degradation and humiliation. She felt friendless.
Trevor shot his load in her mouth and she looked up with a smile, swallowed and licked her lips. There was no way anyone would think she was anything but willing. What had she been on?
New scene. Another penis. Not sure whose. Maybe Gary. Another load. Yet another penis. This one had a large tuft of white pubic hair. It had to be Lester! Who would have thought the old slime-ball could still achieve an erection? He was over 70 years of age. On the screen Lester ejaculated. Large gobs of his yellowish sperm sprayed on Sondra's tits and she rubbed it in, smiling all the while. Sondra wondered why no-one was fucking her while they had the chance. DNA evidence? This had really been thought through!
Indeed someone had done a real hatchet job on her. She would never be able to face another staff meeting knowing that she had performed a strip and sucked off most of the people in the room! Why had her female staff allowed this to happen?
Sondra suddenly remembered a conversation she had had with her office manager Roslyn. They were discussing recreational drug-use and its effects. She had described to Roslyn a holiday to Bali where Sondra and friends had taken MDMA ? the original form of ecstasy. Sondra's boyfriend later told her that she had been sexually insatiable, but Sondra had not remembered a single thing.
What had possessed her to relate that story to Roslyn? At the time, it had seemed to Sondra that the worst personality conflicts were over and she was 'sharing? to build a bond with a subordinate who was showing signs of wanting to be friends.
?That'll teach me!? she thought bitterly.
Calm descended on Sondra once she accepted defeat. On the one hand, her competitive instincts made Sondra furious that the staff had succeeded in driving her off. On the other, if she just resigned, she never had to face any of them again. Sondra might have to leave town, but the problem could be escaped.
Before that could happen however, the screen shot widened. Three aboriginals had been invited from the main pub area into the function room and were leading Sondra to a table. Now bent over the table, Sondra was sucking one, while the other fucked her from behind.
Most of the aborigines in the inner city were filthy alcoholics and these were no exception. One however, she recognized. He had been a footballer until booze screwed up his career. Now he spent his days at the pub with the other ?brothers?. Sondra was stunned by the size of his prick. It was huge! On the screen, Sondra was really getting off on the fucking she was receiving from this huge pole. Just watching herself orgasm repeatedly was arousing Sondra again.
Once the grubby trio had enjoyed themselves with her, they high-fived each-other with broad smiles and made some ribald remarks. Then putting their heads together, they furtively whispered while Sondra climbed off the table and sat, naked and exhausted on the concrete floor on the beer garden.
Clearly they had more plans for her as they strode purposefully over, took hold of their penises and pulled back her head. First, one stream of piss, then two more were directed at her face. Instead of fighting or avoiding this final humiliation, the on-screen Sondra was clearly relishing the attention. She opened her mouth to catch the flow and the excess poured onto her tits and body.
Now the screen went black. The matter-of-fact editing of the video and her surreal, inexorable descent into degradation had reminded Sondra of a novel by Camus. Like one of his anti-heroes, she leaned back in her chair for the final time and experienced an existential moment. If she was to be branded a drunken slut, then so be it! The time was now 9:30am. Her aboriginal ?co-stars? would already be drinking at the pub. Perhaps she ought to pay them a visit ?
By Diggedydawg
Comments welcome at: diggedydawg@yahoo.ca
Sondra unlocked the front door of the office, surprised to discover that she was ?first in?. As CEO of a medical facility, based in a poor inner suburb of a large Australian city, she was used to lax punctuality, but this was very strange. After entering the building, Sondra switched on the lights and entered her office. Again, strangely, her office door, usually locked, was wide open and her computer was switched on. The DVD tray of her PC was open and a shiny new DVD, marked ?Friday Night? was in place, waiting to be inserted.
The words ?Friday Night? disturbed Sondra. Last Friday, the facility staff had booked a local pub and held their annual Christmas party. The pub was grungy, and frequented by many low-life, inner city types, but it had a good-sized outdoor function area and it was all her office manager could find at short notice.
This feeling of unease came about because Sondra could not remember a single thing about the evening. The following morning she had awakened to find herself in the driver's seat of her car, parked very near the pub. Feeling very sick and sore, she had driven home to sleep it off.
Now, as she inserted the disk, Sondra had a feeling that she was about to find out what had transpired.
Whoever had edited this video was very direct. The opening scene showed her dancing to a slow beat and unbuttoning the front of her dress. A chill froze her. Surely she had not ***** that much? Had someone spiked her drink? Who?
She watched in horror as she removed her clothing; firstly her dress, then her bra and panties. At least she looked good, with her all-over solarium tan. The breast-lift had also been a good investment. The scene got worse however. The video showed her bending over and holding her ass cheeks apart while the camera zoomed in on her open pussy lips. She was clearly very aroused as they were moist and bright pink.
More dancing. Sondra watched herself masturbate on screen with the neck of a bottle of beer. Her face had a look of rapture.
The next scene caused her heart to skip. An unidentified man drew his very large penis out of his pants and Sondra dropped to her knees to eagerly suck on it. She was putting on a good show too! Deep-throating the whole thing and licking the balls behind. For her lovers, Sondra liked to perform head in a theatrical manner and it showed here. The camera operator was very careful to avoid identifying anyone but Sondra, but she recognized the corduroy trousers and Dr Marten's boots. That was Trevor!
This really hurt! When she had taken over this organization, everyone had been against Sondra. She had brought organization and process to a chaotic mess that was in danger of being closed down. The staff deeply resented the new system and resented Sondra because her background was not service delivery focused. They had given her hell.
Trevor had been her first hire. As the front desk, receptionist, he was both security and the face of the organization. More importantly, Sondra had felt he was her first ally in her new job and had treated him very generously as a result.
Now there he was; participating in her degradation and humiliation. She felt friendless.
Trevor shot his load in her mouth and she looked up with a smile, swallowed and licked her lips. There was no way anyone would think she was anything but willing. What had she been on?
New scene. Another penis. Not sure whose. Maybe Gary. Another load. Yet another penis. This one had a large tuft of white pubic hair. It had to be Lester! Who would have thought the old slime-ball could still achieve an erection? He was over 70 years of age. On the screen Lester ejaculated. Large gobs of his yellowish sperm sprayed on Sondra's tits and she rubbed it in, smiling all the while. Sondra wondered why no-one was fucking her while they had the chance. DNA evidence? This had really been thought through!
Indeed someone had done a real hatchet job on her. She would never be able to face another staff meeting knowing that she had performed a strip and sucked off most of the people in the room! Why had her female staff allowed this to happen?
Sondra suddenly remembered a conversation she had had with her office manager Roslyn. They were discussing recreational drug-use and its effects. She had described to Roslyn a holiday to Bali where Sondra and friends had taken MDMA ? the original form of ecstasy. Sondra's boyfriend later told her that she had been sexually insatiable, but Sondra had not remembered a single thing.
What had possessed her to relate that story to Roslyn? At the time, it had seemed to Sondra that the worst personality conflicts were over and she was 'sharing? to build a bond with a subordinate who was showing signs of wanting to be friends.
?That'll teach me!? she thought bitterly.
Calm descended on Sondra once she accepted defeat. On the one hand, her competitive instincts made Sondra furious that the staff had succeeded in driving her off. On the other, if she just resigned, she never had to face any of them again. Sondra might have to leave town, but the problem could be escaped.
Before that could happen however, the screen shot widened. Three aboriginals had been invited from the main pub area into the function room and were leading Sondra to a table. Now bent over the table, Sondra was sucking one, while the other fucked her from behind.
Most of the aborigines in the inner city were filthy alcoholics and these were no exception. One however, she recognized. He had been a footballer until booze screwed up his career. Now he spent his days at the pub with the other ?brothers?. Sondra was stunned by the size of his prick. It was huge! On the screen, Sondra was really getting off on the fucking she was receiving from this huge pole. Just watching herself orgasm repeatedly was arousing Sondra again.
Once the grubby trio had enjoyed themselves with her, they high-fived each-other with broad smiles and made some ribald remarks. Then putting their heads together, they furtively whispered while Sondra climbed off the table and sat, naked and exhausted on the concrete floor on the beer garden.
Clearly they had more plans for her as they strode purposefully over, took hold of their penises and pulled back her head. First, one stream of piss, then two more were directed at her face. Instead of fighting or avoiding this final humiliation, the on-screen Sondra was clearly relishing the attention. She opened her mouth to catch the flow and the excess poured onto her tits and body.
Now the screen went black. The matter-of-fact editing of the video and her surreal, inexorable descent into degradation had reminded Sondra of a novel by Camus. Like one of his anti-heroes, she leaned back in her chair for the final time and experienced an existential moment. If she was to be branded a drunken slut, then so be it! The time was now 9:30am. Her aboriginal ?co-stars? would already be drinking at the pub. Perhaps she ought to pay them a visit ?
