Edgar's Job

Edgar was weak, and he knew it. If being strong meant doing without Miss Crenshaw's nipples in his mouth or the touch of her hand on his cock, however, he'd prefer to stay weak. Even now Edgar's organ began to stir in his pants as he drove to Miss Crenshaw's house, knowing what was coming.

Karin Crenshaw was Edgar's supervisor at the Lovely Lacey Lingerie Company where he was a salesman. For months after starting there he'd lusted secretly for his boss, steeling glances at her long lithe legs, her perfectly formed ass, the often-exposed cleavage of her ample breasts and her big blue eyes framed by long, naturally blond hair. As far as he could tell, though, she was as cold as ice. That was, until the day she came into his cubicle, perched herself on the edge of his desk, and leaned forward to discuss his sales record. Her short skirt rode up on her legs, exposing more of her shapely thighs than Edgar had even hoped to see, and the view of her bulging cleavage was breathtaking. If he'd had any thought that she was flirting, however, he dismissed it totally when she began to berate him for what she called his "dismal performance". Each day the ritual was repeated, each day with a new low-cut top and mini skirt until Edgar was having to hurry to the men's room to jerk off, the thought of fondling that luscious body vivid in his mind.

After a week of this torture, Edgar was summoned to his supervisor's private office. He was sure he was about to be fired, and he wasn't surprised when he was ordered to close the door and take a seat.

"Edgar, you are a poor excuse for a salesman, but I've come to understand that part of the problem may be your unfamiliarity with our product line." Miss Crenshaw abruptly stood from her desk, came around to Edgar's seat, leaned forward to grip the arms of his chair so that her blue eyes and full red lips were only a foot from his face. He could smell the delicate scent of her expensive feminine perfume.

"Unbutton my blouse," she ordered. Edgar stared at her, sure he had heard her incorrectly. "Unbutton my blouse, Edgar. It's time for you to start your lessons."

Trembling, Edgar reached forward and began fumbling with the small buttons on his boss's silk blouse. She smirked derisively when he stumbled in his attempt. "No wonder you don't know anything about lingerie! You can't even unbutton a damn blouse!" After what seemed like hours, Edgar managed to undo all the buttons. The blouse fell open, and Edgar gasped at the sight of Karin's body. Her breasts were delicately enhanced by a filmy, nearly transparent white bra, a lacy pattern of flowers in the fabric forming a circle around the very visible pink nipples. Her heavy breasts were dangling temptingly as she leaned toward him, threatening to overflow the confines of the nearly non-existent bra.

"Do you like what you see, Edgar? Do you understand why a woman would feel more feminine wearing a product like this?" Edgar nodded numbly unable to tear his eyes from the magnificent sight of MC's wondrous breasts.

"Use your fingers to simulate my nipples, Edgar. Do you at least know how to do that?" Edgar reached forward with his right hand and began to gently caress the pink nubbin of MC's left nipple. It wasn't long before it had enlarged and hardened enough that even through the fabric of the bra that. he was able to gently pinch and roll them with his thumb and forefinger.

"This bra is particularly suited for the woman who appreciates the unique femininity of her nipples, Edgar. It is designed to clearly define a stiffened nipple. Look closely at my nipples, Edgar. For women who cares to have a man involved you'll note that his bra has a simple snap located in front that is easily accessible. Unsnap my bra, Edgar, so you can see how it works."

Edgar once again did as he was told, unsnapping the bra between the two bulging, breast-filled cups. Freed from their restraints, the liquidly soft orbs wobbled into freedom, swaying and bobbling majestically. The aroused nipples were firm, pink nubbins of delicious flesh, riveting Edgar's full attention.

"Do you like them, Edgar? Do they excite you? Well, it's time to find out if you are qualified to do anything worthwhile around here, since we know you're not qualified to sell anything." The blond arched her back, bringing her naked breasts within inches of Edgar's face. "Use your mouth, Edgar. If my nipples aren't twice their size in two minutes, you're fired."

Obediently, Edgar brought his lips to one nipple, then the other, sucking, licking teasing; kissing with all the erotic skill he could muster. Gradually he could feel the tender buttons turn rubbery hard, then engorge in his mouth. He thought at one point he could hear MC make a soft sound of satisfaction, but he wasn't sure.

"Maybe you'll be of some use to me, after all, Edgar," MC announced as she drew her perfect tit from his mouth. "Let's see about your other qualifications. Stand up!" Edgar stood up, and MC took his place in his chair, not bothering to cover her exposed chest. "Stand in front of me, Edgar, with your hands behind your back and one leg on either side of mine." With that she sat down on an office chair facing him, thighs together.

Standing and facing his boss, Edgar straddled her smooth, soft thighs, forcing his legs well apart. MC promptly unzipped his fly and reached with one hand to find what she wanted. Exploring his boxers, she found the fly there, maneuvered her thin fingers through the hole and found his stiffened organ. With no attempt at gentleness, she pulled it out into the open.

"Hmm," she murmured to herself as she began to stroke the shaft expertly. It took only seconds before Edgar was as big and hard as he'd ever been in his life, a full thick eight inches in length. MC seemed pleased and gave the tip an experimental lick with her tongue. Taking the tip between her full, soft lips and into her mouth, she sucked and stroked expertly until she was able to sample a few drops of pre-cum. "Not too bad," she muttered, immediately ceasing all attention. "Put that thing away, and report back to my office at the end of the workday."

When Edgar reported as ordered he found himself standing in front of MC's desk, waiting while she ignored him as she finished some paperwork. She then glanced up and said, "Take off all your clothes, Edgar, then sit under my desk. In five minutes I will be having a meeting here in my office. You are to remain absolutely still and quiet. When I signal you to do so, you will use your mouth where I point. This is your second level audition, Edgar. Don't blow it or you're out of here."

Edgar blushed, but did as he was told, stripping completely naked, hiding his clothes in a closet, embarrassed that his cock was at full attention despite his humiliation. He crouched under the young woman's desk just as there was a knock on the door followed by the sounds of several young women entering the room and taking their seats.

Naked, embarrassed yet excited, Edgar found himself at eye level with three pairs of shapely young female legs, largely exposed by short skirts. He couldn't help but think how close he was to the soft nether lips of four women, hardly hidden by soft inner thighs. Edgar was too nervous to follow the agenda of the meeting, itself, but five minutes into it MC spread her gorgeous legs apart, then tapped the inside of her left thigh just above the knee. As ordered, Edgar began to quietly kiss, lick and suck gently on the soft, smooth, warm flesh. MC didn't miss a beat as she pointed next higher on her right inner thigh, spreading her legs even more to allow Edgar's head between them. Her flesh was softer and more tender the higher he went, and he did his best to tease the sensitive areas with erotic nibbles.

Incredibly, MC managed to hike up her skirt and spread her legs fully while simultaneously giving a report to the others. She pointed directly to her shaven pussy, unhindered by the presence of any panties. Edgar applied himself enthusiastically, secretly hoping to crack his boss's asexual façade by making her moan or give some other sign of her pleasure. Despite his vigorous lapping, probing and slavering, however, the woman never gave any sign at all that she was aware of a tongue sucking at her wet, slippery pussy. As delicious juices poured out of her she gave no sign at all that she was excited. He licked at her hungrily, lapping up her sexual flow.

When the meeting ended and all the other women had left, MC backed her executive chair back from the desk, not bothering to either pull her skirt back down or to bring her spread thighs together.

"Come to me on your knees, Edgar, right here," MC patted the edge of the chair that was exposed between her legs and just in front of her exposed, moistened pussy. Edgar positioned himself as instructed. "You may unbutton my blouse and unsnap my bra. But you better be a lot more proficient than yesterday!"

Once her lovely breasts were again exposed, Edgar was again ordered to orally minister to each nipple in turn. This time Edgar noticed MC's right hand come to rest on her naked pussy, her fingers massaging rhythmically. When her hand was thickly coated with warm, fragrant, slippery cunt juice she used it to take hold of Edgar's turgid member and stroke his full length with her strong, yet delicate fingers. It took no more than 60 seconds to force him into cumming wildly, shooting his load on her carpet.

"You will report to me every day, Edgar, and assume this position after removing your clothes. If you are adequate to induce lactation, I will allow you to nurse as your reward. Doesn't that sound fair?"

Within a month of daily nipple stimulation, MC's breasts had filled out nicely, bulging by the end of the day with warm milk that threatened to leak from her oversized nipples by the time Edgar was given access. MC seemed to get great satisfaction out of Edgar's kneeling naked between her spread thighs, sucking the sweet cream from her engorged tits while she reduced him to cumming in her hand, her wet pussy only inches away, yet forbidden to him.

So it was that Edgar was now on his way to his boss's apartment, ignorant of what she had planned, yet excited at the prospect of her seeing her. He hardly had time to glance around her luxurious apartment before she ordered him to strip, then buckled leather cuffs to his wrists. Before he knew it, his arms had been pulled upward to the ceiling by a chain threaded through a pulley. MC spread his legs, then cuffed them to a rigid spreader, making him feel more vulnerable than he ever had before. Only moments later, the chimes at her door rang. MC opened the door, and welcomed in five women, all of whom Edgar recognized as managers from his office. He struggled to free himself, blushing furiously as the women walked into the room in which he was tied naked, though they seemed hardly surprised to see him there. They walked around him, inspecting him as they made small talk and glasses of wine were distributed. Several handled his rock hard cock both to inspect him and to tease him. At last they took their seats in various parts of the room, all facing him.

MC stood beside him and announced, "As you can see, ladies, our meeting will be enlivened tonight by our sole male employee, Edgar. I know that most of you have had little time for social interaction during our busy sales season, so, as promised, I have selected a male for you to use as you wish during the course of the evening. Anything you wish in the way of toys - dildos, whips, strap-ons, lubricants, clamps, rope - are available if you wish. However, what I have planned is a workshop in which each of you will learn the art of male milking. I realize this may be a new concept to many of you, but I assure you that it is quite pleasurable and enriching."

With that introduction, MC began stroking Edgar's member expertly with her thumb and forefinger, using the exact pressure and rhythm that she knew from experience would bring him to full erection in the least time. Edgar found himself utterly humiliated yet helpless to resist. Naked and vulnerable to MC's handling, his cock began to stiffen and enlarge. There were appreciative "ooh's" and "aah's" from the audience of young women as his size quickly doubled, then tripled. As if on cue, they began to unbutton their blouses, unzip their skirts and shed their clothing until they, too, were naked. As his cock reached full hardness, they began to fondle their own bodies, enjoying the sense of shared excitement.

"The key, here, ladies, is maintaining the male in full sexual arousal, yet not allow release." Edgar was beyond caring now about his full embarrassing exposure; all he cared about was that MC's hand continue to stroke him. She handled him like he were some sort of farm animal, and he found the thought exciting. Her hand cradled his balls as she continued. "You want to make sure that he's chambered his load before you continue on to the next step."

MC grabbed a tube of KY and covered her index finger with the slippery goo. She positioned the tip of her lubricated finger at Edgar's rectum. "This takes a bit of practice," she said, "but it's essential that you find just he right spot in order to successfully milk." The slender finger probed past Edgar's tight sphincter and found his bulging prostate. MC began to press on one certain spot, and instantly Edgar found himself leaking syrupy white fluid from the tip of his rock hard cock. There was no orgasm, no sense of control at all, just fluid pouring from him onto the floor.

"Oh my god," her heard one of the surrounding girls say," that's so hot! I can't believe you can get all that yummy cum fluid like that!" Feminine fingers were finding their way to their owners' pussy lips, and the air was becoming saturated with the sound of wet female excitement. "It's like you have complete control over the guy's cock for a change!"

"Exactly!" MC said. This is a matter of using your man for your own pleasure, and that's what's so fun about it. Any time you feel like a snack, just tie him up and help yourself. Anyone care for a taste?"

The girls eagerly lined up to lick the continuously flowing white liquid, smacking their lips at the tasty treat. MC encouraged each in turn to insert her own finger in Edgar's vulnerable rectum and practice massaging his ripe prostate, feeding themselves his precious fluid. No matter how much poured out of him, he never seemed to run out.

"I would encourage you, ladies, to teach you males how to nurse on your breasts productively. After a few weeks of an hour a day or so, you will find yourself lactating adequately to keep your male well hydrated and nourished. It is my firm belief that your own milk in adequate amounts will keep your male in a productive state so that neither you nor your friends will be disappointed when you feel you need a taste. Of course, prior to larger social gatherings you may need to increase your feedings accordingly."

From that day forward Edgar became the office pet. He would report to MC's office each morning where he was ordered to strip himself naked in front of his comely boss and any other staff members who happened to be present. It was understood that he was to take orders from any female in the office and obey unquestioningly. It was not unusual for him to find himself in the break room on his back on the floor while one of the young women hiked up her skirt, spread her leg on either side of his head, then squatted down to bring her pussy to his waiting mouth. Panties were hardly every worn, of course, because the women wanted immediate access to Edgar's tongue. He would lick, suck, probe and explore their every fold until they flowed with juices, soaking his unturned face. Other women would gather round to watch and giggle, and sometimes one of them would take hold of his stiff cock, stroking it seductively. If she happened to be in the mood for a snack she would take him in her mouth when she knew he was about to come, sucking his juices down greedily when she caused him to start spirting.

He came to know every set of inner thighs, every fold of every sopping vulva in the office. He knew the taste and smell of every woman and how to use his mouth to make them cum most efficiently. They came to think of him as a comfort tool, something like the coffee machine, his body at their disposal for whatever purpose they might desire.

As for Edgar, he took on his role as office "perc" enthusiastically. He couldn't imagine a better job.

{Well, maybe he could, but that's another story}.