"Nordic Conversion"
by Mister C
I used to work in an office for a while. I had been tempted by some of
the female staff there, but I never took it anywhere as I felt I was
too close to home and I might get sued if the thing went wrong.
However, there was one girl in accounts who clearly felt something for
me as she started flirting with me as soon as she arrived at the
company. Her name was Annefrid, but she called herself Anne.
She was the stereotypical Nordic type, with long, almost platinum blond
hair (her real colour) very pale skin colour and bright blue eyes. She
was about average height but she had truly massive tits. She must have
been a 40 double G and I often wondered what it was like having 3 to 4
kilo's of waving flesh hanging in front of you. She didn't seem to mind
and still walked straight up, not a hint of embarrassment or a hunch.
Unfortunately she also had a bit of a belly, so the fact that her tits
were so big was a bit disguised, but once, in summer when she took off
her jacket, straight in front of me (just to tease me I'm sure) I
noticed how large they were. I didn't see any nipples through the
material of her shirt but that could have been because of the heavy bra
she wore.
She used to send me suggestive email messages every now and then, but I
tried not to react to them. One Christmas party I nearly let it go too
far, but I controlled the situation and she was obviously disappointed
as I didn't get any messages for a while, but later on they started
again.
Then I found a new job and at my leaving party I decided, what the
hell, I don't work there anymore, let's see where we can take this. I
wouldn't mind having a little fun with her and if that lead to a more
permanent arrangement, so much the better.
It was on a Friday evening and she arrived a little late with another
friend who, by the way, was quite tasty as well, but more of that
later.
I greeted her by kissing her on the cheek whilst laying one hand on her
shoulder and one on her bottom. When I told her how great it was to see
her, I gave her ass suggestive squeeze, which was a little harder and
longer than a playful one would have been. She didn't react so people
would notice, but her eyes widened a little and she smiled. I left my
hand where it was and to little to my surprise she moved her ass
backwards so my hand became trapped between her and a table corner. She
obviously wanted me to grope her, so I did. Hard. She flinched a
little, but again she let o-one notice and took a sip of her beer (I
love women who drink beer).
As the evening wore on I had to mingle and lost her for a bit, and
towards the end I was getting quite drunk, but not enough so I didn't
remember what I was planning and how my initial meeting with Anne had
gone. I saw her across the room and winked at her. She looked at me and
continued chatting to her girlfriend, who suddenly turned around and
looked at me as well. She smiled at me. Hmmm, what was going on?
I decide it was time to go. I made my rounds saying goodbye to
everyone, including her. As I kissed her goodbye, her girlfriend eyed
us closely. I deliberately put my hand on Anne's ass again and squeezed
it hard again, in full view of the girlfriend. My grip was so tight
Anne gasped a little and the girlfriend smiled up at me, obviously
approving of my actions. Anne kissed my cheek and then nuzzled my neck.
I leaned over to the girlfriend to whisper something to her and as I
was doing so sneaked a peek down her also ample front. She sidled up to
me a little, obviously to let me have a better look and turned her ear
towards me. I softly asked her if she could send Anne out after me as I
would need some help getting home, but that I was a little embarrassed
to ask her. She moved a way and smiled, the turned away.
I disentangled myself from Anne and made my way out of the bar. Once
outside I crossed the street and waited. Sure enough, Anne came out, by
herself some five minutes later. She saw me and walked over. Her heels
were medium, but still she teetered a little from the drink and that
made her breast sway deliciously.
Without a word she leaned against me full frontal and French kissed me.
I groped her ass and kissed her back hard. 'Oh, I have been waiting for
this for three years', she said. I return I grabbed a full hand of her
hair at the back and brought her mouth hard against mine again. She
responded by kissing me hard again, her tongue wriggling around mine
and started grinding her hips so her cunt was rubbing the bulge in my
jeans.
I moved my hand under her jacket and under her tight lycra shirt,
behind her back and unclipped her bra. Her breast dropped and inch or
two and I felt her sigh of relief as the straps stopped digging in her
flesh. 'Ooh, much better', she said. 'But we can't do it here'. I moved
my hands up and my forearms took up the lycra shirt. With my thumbs I
pulled her bra up and all of a sudden her massive boobs popped out
under the shirt and were gloriously exposed to me. They were huge, very
pale in the streetlight, with big flat pink nipples! 'He!' she
exclaimed, 'What are you doing?', as she pulled back a little. I put my
hands under her tits and squeezed, hard enough to have a good hold of
her, but not so hard as to hurt her. Her eyes opened a little wider in
surprise. I pulled her towards me again by her breasts and our mouths
met again. She yielded and leant against me, started rubbing her cunt
against my cock once more.
After some more hard kissing I pushed her away so I could have a good
look at her tits. My hands were still holding them and her hands were
on my shoulders. 'If you lean forward a little, your jacket will cover
them from the side', I said. She complied. I weighed each boob in my
hand and revelled in the meaty weight of them. I couldn't wait to get
into her proper!
'Come on', I said, 'Let's go'. 'Where?' she asked. 'Just follow me.
Have you still got your office entry card?' 'Yes', she answered. 'OK,
let's go', I said, pulled down her bra and pushed her off and turned
back towards the office. She still had to lift her boobs back in, hook
it up and pull her shirt back down and it took her a while to do all
that. I stopped and turned to look at her struggling. Lovely. Dizzy,
big breasted blond in the street arranging her clothing, but making a
mess of it. I walked back to her, grabbed her hand and dragged her with
me. 'Stop, I'm not ready yet!', she pleaded, but I just kept pulling
her along. 'Don't worry', those will come off very soon anyway', I
said.
We walked/stumbled the two minutes to the office and went around the
side to the cycle entrance, which lead to the basement. 'I didn't know
about this door', she said, one hand clutching her jacket closed to
cover her huge front. 'You obviously don't cycle to work' I answered. I
swiped her card and the door opened into the dark passage. I pushed her
in and followed. We were on a small landing with concrete stairs going
down. There was only a red emergency light giving a dim glow.
The door closed behind us and as it did I pushed her hard against one
of the concrete walls, pinned her down, and started kissing her hard
again. She let go of her jacket and after I slipped it off, her hands
went around my shoulders again, her tits crushed against my chest, her
mouth hard against mine, tongue working overtime. I had her where I
wanted.
I slid my hand down the front of her belly towards the top of her
trousers and she pulled back a little to give me room. I pulled her zip
down and slipped my hand inside, down into her panties. The whole area
was hot and damp. I slid my hand down to her cunt and cupped it with my
fingers. She moaned a little in my mouth and pushed her wet vagina on
my hand. She was very wet and I slipped the top of a finger inside her.
The action opened her up and more moisture covered my hand. I withdrew,
satisfied that she was ready for the next step. A little disappointed
cry came from her , but she kept on kissing me. She was so hot and
horny she would do almost anything to get satisfaction. Well, I was
going to make her work for it a little and have a little of my own,
perverse fun with her.
'Lift your hands up in the air' I said as I pulled back for her
embrace. She looked at me questioningly. 'Lift them up!' I said, a bit
more urgent now. Slowly she lifted her arms in the air. Her tits stood
out and I moved my hands under her shirt and slipped it half way up,
just over her tits. Then I lifted the front over her head and slid it
back down her back, folding her arms down in the process. The lycra
shirt was now wrapped around her upper arms and round her back,
effectively pinning her arms against her sides.
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I then took the left bra strap, lifted up her left arm so it folded at
her elbow and wrapped the strap twice around her wrist. I quickly did
the same with the other wrist and then squeezed her against me to
stifle any protestations. But she didn't, she just continued to nuzzle
my neck again, as if she had been expecting this.
'Now let me have a good look at you', I said and stepped back to admire
her. She just stood there against the wall, looking at me in the dim
red light, with her arms pinned to her side and her wrists tied to her
shoulders, her tits bulging out of the bra which was now pulled tight
against her chest. Maybe it was the drink, but she was definitely
subjecting herself to me. Her eyes were wide and looked at me
expectantly.
'This picture is not complete yet'. I said and stepped back up to her.
I held her bra with one hand while with the other scooped one of her
big tits out. Then I doubled the material of the cup over onto itself,
effectively halving the cup size and forming it a kind of a shelf
whereupon I placed her tit. I did the same with the other and now her
ample jugs were on magnificent display, supported by her half-bra. The
position of her arms made her stand up straight with her shoulders back
and this enhanced the effect of those massive tits with their big pink
nipples pointing out at me.
I stepped back again and took a long look at her. She stared back, but
her head was a little bowed, indicating she was waiting for me to tell
her what to do next. Marvellous!
'That is a magnificent sight', I said, 'and now I want to see that in
better light. Come with me.' I hooked my finger under the bra strap
between her breasts and pulled her down the stairs. She stumbled a
little and my finger slipped out. I continued walking down and at the
bottom of the stairs looked up to find her gingerly stepping down the
stairs, her big tits heaving and wobbling with each step, her hands at
her shoulders and obviously not in the least bothered that I had tied
her up and she was on complete display.
Once down the stairs I pushed her towards the door of the cycle shed
through which we had to go to get to the lift. 'No, what if anyone is
in there', she protested, trying to turn away from the door. I grabbed
a handful of hair at the back of her neck, opened the door and pushed
her through. 'You like displaying your tits for me, why not for anyone
else?' I asked. She gave a little cry and stumbled through the door.
There was no-one in the shed. 'Pity', I thought, but I could see the
relief on her face.
We made our way to the lift at the other end. There was good lighting
in the cycle shed. As we were walking through the shed I saw a security
cable some cyclist had left behind. It was a metal cable surrounded by
a soft plastic coating, with two loops at each end so lock could be fed
through. There was no lock to be seen, but I picked up the cable. 'That
would maybe come in handy later on' I thought to myself.
I made a show of looking over her fully exposed boobs served up on her
converted push-up bra as we waited for the lift to come. I knew then I
wanted her for myself, totally and she was going to give herself to
me, totally, to use and abuse. MY mind was made up.
I moved towards the back of the lift and pulled her in front of me,
facing the lift doors. I slid one hand around her and pinched her
nipple to keep her in place and with the other hand I teased her by
moving over the office floor buttons. The lift doors often opened up
right into the open plan offices, so if anyone was still in the office
still, they would clearly see her, if I decided to push an office floor
button.
'Please ' she pleaded quietly, 'I still have to work here'. 'OK', I
relented, 'are you going to be a good girl for me then?' I asked,
twisting her nipple a little as I spoke, to give emphasis to the fact
that she was going to be under my control by force if necessary. 'I'll
be a good girl and do what you want, but please don't show me to people
in the office.' She said. 'I just want to be with you and please you,
I'll do anything you ask me'.
'There's a good girl'. I released her nipple slightly and rolled it a
little to ease the pinch I had given her. She shuddered with pleasure.
I pushed the top floor button where all the big meeting rooms were.
'Where are you taking me?' she asked, looking at me in the reflection
of the lift door mirrors. 'Somewhere where you can show me all of you
and where I can take a good look at you without being disturbed.'
The lift doors opened and I took her out and into to one of the client
toilets. These were big and roomy decked out with mirrors and marble. I
pushed her into the ladies' as those were invariably cleaner and closed
the door. 'Stay there for a minute, I'll be right back' I said.
I walked over the floor and checked each meeting room. The floor as
deserted. Good. I walked over to the lift and pulled open the
maintenance panel. I knew there was a key to prevent the lift from
going to a particular floor as the building once had some competitors
of ours on one floor. I found the key and disabled access to the top
floor. I then took a chair from one of the meeting rooms and wedged it
against the stairway doors. Now we were alone on the floor and could
not be disturbed. My ace was that Anne didn't know this and I was going
to play on her fears a little.
I walked back to the toilet and opened the door. She was stood up
straight, her big white tits facing the mirror, obviously admiring
herself in the down lights that the executive toilet was equipped with.
'You like looking at yourself like that?' I said. She startled and
blushed. 'Yes', she said. 'I like being with you and you being in
control. I have never been tied up like this, but I trust you and so I
don't mind. I am yours to do with what you want.'
'Are you going to be by fuck slut then?' I demanded. My rude choice of
words startled her and she looked up in slight shock, but when she saw
I was deadly serious and expecting an answer, she cast her eyes down
and answered meekly: 'Yes, I am your fuck slut'. 'Say it again, but
with a bit more conviction this time' I said harshly. 'I am your fuck
slut! Do with me what you want!' she said aloud, straightening up as
she did, pointing her big nipples towards me.
'Good'. I sat down on the closed toilet seat. I pinched her right
nipple, pulled her towards me, undid her trousers and pulled them down.
Her sheer black knickers were completely wet. She stepped out of her
trousers and glanced at herself in the mirror again. I tweaked her
nipple hard and she cried out. 'If you are my fuck slut, you will do
exactly as I ask and not admire yourself so much.' Her eyes were
watering and she was breathing heavily. Did I see some anxiety in her
big blue eyes?
'Turn around, I want to see your ass'. She turned. Her knickers turned
out to be a tanga as there was but a thin strip of material running in
between her butt cheeks. She bent over a bit as I squeezed her butt and
her legs moved slightly apart. 'Nice' I said. Then I slapped one of her
butt cheeks. To my surprise there was no reaction from her. I slapped
it again, a bit harder this time. Her flesh wiggled a bit and started
to go red a little. Still no reaction. I looked at her reflection in
the mirror. She had her eyes closed and her mouth was slightly open.
Her face was relaxed, so she was obviously enjoying this! Do you like
being my fuck slut and under my total control?' I asked. 'Yes' she
whispered with her eyes still closed, 'please smack me again, harder
this time as I am a whore and need your hand to control me'. I smacked
her one more time, this time as hard as I could and she cried out in
pain and surprise. A big red welt immediately appeared on her left as
cheek. 'Good', I said. 'There will be more of that to come, I'm sure,
but first I need to see the rest of you.'
I pulled down her panties and made her step out of them. I then turned
her around and stood up, cupped her left breast as best I could (they
were so big my hand was too small) and started to nibble the right
nipple. 'Ooh yes, suck it hard, they are all yours, please', she
moaned. I continued to lick and suck her tits and groped her ass with
my right hand. My fingers slid down in between her butt cheeks, over
her anus hole and into her wet sopping cunt. Once I had enough moisture
on my fingers I slid them back over her asshole and so lubricated the
whole area. She continued to moan and thrust her massive jugs in my
face.
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I suddenly turned her around and bent her over the sink to face the
mirror. Her ass stuck out and I sat down on the toilet again. Her tits
were dangling on the cold marble slate and her nose was inches from the
mirror. I looked at her face reflected in the mirror. 'OK' I said, now
you can have a good look at you self and see close up what you like and
what you don't.' I slapped her hard across the butt cheeks a few times
and she cried out each time. But I noticed she was still looking at
herself and her jangling breasts. I felt her pussy again. She was still
dripping. I smeared some more cunt juice over her asshole and just lay
my thumb against her anus. It contracted, but after a few seconds
relaxed a little. I immediately shoved my thumb up her ass and she
winced in the mirror.
'Hmm, how do you like that my little tight cunt? How do you like being
used by me like that?' I asked. I continued to wriggle my thumb and
then with my remaining fingers started playing with her cunt lips. She
groaned and started to writhe against my hand. I stood up and place my
other hand on her back, pinning her down onto the marble top. 'Oh no,
you cannot make yourself come, you can only come when I say so.
Remember you are my slut and I tell you what to do. If you don't you
will be punished. If you do I promise to make you a happy little cunt.'
She stopped moving and looked at me pleadingly in the mirror. 'Please'
she whispered. 'Please don't tease me too much, I'll do anything, just
let me come.'
I took pity and wriggled my fingers a little and brushed up against her
clit. Her eyes closed and she breathed in deeply. 'OK my little angel',
I said 'when I say come, you can come. Are you close?' She nodded her
head eagerly and I said, 'OK, you can come now' and I thrust two
fingers into her sopping cunt and pushed my thumb a little deeper into
her anus.
She came immediately, convulsing on the marble top and shaking all
over. 'Oh YES! Aaahhh'. Her cunt juices flowed richly over my hand and
she squeezed my thumb tightly with her sphincter. Here bright blue eyes
were wide open and she was staring at herself as she came. She moaned
loudly and started crying a little and then bent her head down as the
after shock subsided.
When she was done I slipped my fingers out of her and gave her a
minute. She was still out of breath when I grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her up. I stood behind her, cupped one breast and looked over
her shoulder into the mirror at our reflection. She was leaning back to
me, her hands still tied beside her, her throat slightly exposed, her
massive tits pointing at the mirror, her face slightly red and a small
tuft of blond cunt hair just peeking over the marble sink top. I
tweaked her nipple and it hardened again. 'Did you like that?' I asked.
'Oh yes', she panted. 'Please can I have some more?'
'Not so fast my little angel' I said, 'first you have to do something
for me.' I slapped her butt cheek again and turned her to face me.
'Come with me, I have always wanted to fuck you on the board room
table'.
Her eyes went wide. 'Oh no, please don't', she pleaded, but I had
already picked up the bicycle cable and fed one end through the loop at
the other end. 'Come here' I said, indicating she was to put her head
through the noose I had made. 'Nooo', she pleaded and stepped back a
little. 'Come here!' I demanded angrily and stared at her.
She was stood in the corner of the toilet and seemed to deliberate what
to do for a moment. 'Come here fuck slut, or else I will punish you
like you have never been punished before'. I hissed. 'You promised to
obey me and you will. Come here now!'
She looked at me and finally stepped forward, accepting her fate. This
was a major turning point in our relationship as now she was going to
give me complete control, effectively sealing her destiny as my sex
slave. It was obvious she was still reluctant, but that is what turns
me on the most, a reluctant sub. If it is all too easy, there is no
challenge. There must be a bit of a fight to make it interesting.
I held the noose in front of her. She stepped up close to it and looked
me in the eye. 'Put you head through this loop and subject yourself to
me' I said. She hesitated once more and I gave her a withering look.
'If not, you will be in for worse'.
She bowed her head and stepped forward putting her head through the
noose and straightened up. I looked her in the eye as I tightened the
noose and said 'Good girl. You are mine now, completely.' She nodded
and smiled. 'No need for this then anymore', I said, and removed her
wrists from the bra straps and pulled her shirt and bra down in one
motion. She was now completely naked except for her shoes.
'Come with me' I said walking into the corridor and pulling her along
on the cable. She wobbled a bit on her heels and everything shook
deliciously but she then caught up and walked a step behind me towards
the meeting rooms. Strangely enough, she didn't seem to be anxious
anymore that anyone would see her. It was almost if she had given over
all responsibility for her actions to me and had lost all her
inhibitions. In fact, she walked deliberately straight up and almost
proud of herself. That could only mean that she now considered herself
as someone who had no control over what was going to happen to them; a
slave. A sex slave to be exact.
I had what I wanted.
- The End -
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