6:57 a.m.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime that sounded obscene in the silence.
Alexander Cross stepped onto the forty-seventh floor carrying five steaming coffees in one hand and a black velvet box in the other. The five women were exactly where he'd left them: half-naked, shivering on the marble, dried cum flaking from thighs and chins. The city sunrise painted them gold and filthy through the transparent walls.
"Good morning, executives." His voice was calm, almost gentle. "Line up. Skirts up, legs spread."
They obeyed like puppets with cut strings.
Victoria first (still proud, even with mascara crusted under her eyes). Then Amara, Sofia, Riley, and finally Elise, blushing crimson at the puddle she'd left on the floor sometime around 3 a.m.
He set the coffees on the table, opened the velvet box.
Five jeweled plugs glinted in the dawn light. One larger than the rest. One with a fluffy pink tail.
"Hands on your cups, ladies. You'll need the caffeine."
He started with Victoria. Two slick fingers scooped the cold remnants of last night's load from between her legs and used it as lube. The largest plug pressed against her swollen hole. She hissed as the widest part stretched her, then moaned when it popped in and seated deep. The jewel nestled perfectly between her perfect ass cheeks.
Riley got the tail. She whimpered the entire time the cold metal pushed past her sore ring, then squealed when the fluffy pink puff settled against the backs of her thighs.
By the time Elise's smaller plug was in, every woman was trembling, coffee sloshing in shaking hands.
Alexander tapped his phone. Every plug began to vibrate on a slow, cruel pulse.
"Stand-up meeting starts in eight minutes," he said. "Try not to come before the agenda."
7:15 a.m. – The Boardroom
The new daily ritual was simple:
No chairs.
Legs shoulder-width apart.
Hands clasped behind backs.
Plugs on medium.
Alexander stood at the head of the table in a fresh charcoal suit, sipping his own coffee while he scrolled through the day's calendar like a man reading the weather.
"Q4 projections look tight," he said conversationally. "Elise, walk us through marketing spend."
Elise opened her mouth. The plug inside her kicked into a sudden spiral pattern. Her knees buckled. A visible gush of clear fluid shot down her thighs, splattering the marble between her heels.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, I—"
"Language," Alexander chided, cranking every plug to high.
Four more women cried out at once. Victoria's thighs shook so hard her coffee cup rattled against the table.
Elise came again, harder, squirting in rhythmic pulses that soaked her stockings to the ankles. She collapsed forward, palms slapping the glass table, ass clenching around the vibrating jewel.
"Three extra days of anal prep for you, Ms. Winters," Alexander said mildly. "Next."
7:30 a.m. – Performance Review
The Zoom call connected. Twelve Tokyo buyers appeared on the 120-inch screen.
Victoria was already under the desk.
Alexander unmuted. "Gentlemen, thank you for joining early. Langford Luxe is proud to demonstrate our renewed commitment to partner satisfaction."
He reached under the desk, fisted Victoria's hair, and fed her every inch in one slow glide. Her throat bulged; a wet, choking sound escaped before she clamped down and controlled it.
On screen, a VP from Mitsukoshi started asking about lead times.
Alexander answered in fluent Japanese while forcing Victoria's head down until her nose ground against his pelvis. He held her there for a full ten-count. Her throat spasmed around him, milking him in frantic waves.
Above the desk, he was the picture of composure. Below, Victoria was drowning in cock, spit, and tears, mascara running in black rivers over his balls.
When the call ended eighteen minutes later, he still hadn't come.
He yanked her up by the hair, bent her over the conference table in full view of the still-open Zoom window. The Tokyo side got a perfect view as he fucked her throat from the front (hard, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce against the glass top).
"Tell them thank you, Ms. Langford."
She tried. It came out a garbled, cock-muffled mess.
He came with a low growl, pulling out at the last second to paint her face in thick, obscene ropes. Across her cheeks, her open mouth, her eyelashes. The final spurt landed in her platinum hair like frosting.
Still holding her by the hair, he marched her to the window and pressed her cum-glazed tits against the glass.
Forty-seven floors below, camera drones swarmed.
"Wave to Page Six, Madam CEO."
8:15 a.m. – His Office
Amara and Sofia knelt under his desk, naked except for garter belts and heels, mouths fighting for space on his cock like it was the last meal on earth.
"First to make me finish chooses who wears the belt," he said.
Sofia cheated beautifully (deepthroating until her nose was buried, then humming the Colombian national anthem around his shaft). The vibration destroyed him. He pulled out and came across her tongue in heavy pulses.
Amara had to suck it clean from Sofia's mouth in a sloppy, cum-swapping kiss while he locked the steel chastity belt around her hips. The cold metal kissed her swollen clit and sealed with two final clicks.
The key sailed out the open window, forty-seven floors down into traffic.
Sofia's reward was immediate. Bent over his desk, legs spread so wide her heels lifted off the carpet. He entered her in one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her cervix. Amara was forced to kneel between their legs, face inches from the action (close enough to feel every wet slap, every gush of last night's cum forced out around his pistoning cock, but unable to touch herself).
When he bred Sofia, he ground deep and stayed there, letting Amara watch her pussy flutter and milk every drop. Then he pulled out and let the thick overflow pour straight into Amara's open, begging mouth.
9:00 a.m. – Design Floor
Twenty-five designers pretended to work while Riley modeled on the raised platform in nothing but a micro skirt and the pink tail plug.
Every step made the tail sway. Every sway triggered a shock that made her asshole clench visibly around the metal.
She lasted six minutes.
"Please," she finally broke, dropping to her knees in front of the entire department. "Please fuck my ass, sir. I can't—"
He stepped up behind her, yanked the tail out with a wet pop. Her hole gaped, pink and fluttering. He pushed in raw (slow, merciless) until her virgin ass swallowed him to the root.
Riley screamed, high and shattered, then started babbling thank-yous as he set a brutal pace. The mirrored platform reflected everything: the way her tiny body rocked, tits bouncing free, face twisted in perfect ahegao.
He timed his orgasm to the camera flashes. Pulled out at the last second and painted her back and pastel hair in thick stripes, then shoved the tail plug back in to keep her gaping, dripping hole plugged with his cum.
"Leave it until end of day," he told the stunned room. "Anyone who sees it leak gets a turn with her tongue."
10:30 a.m. – Open-Plan Floor
Elise crawled on hands and knees, tongue dragging across cold marble, licking up every dried stain from yesterday while her plug tortured her on random patterns.
She squirted three times just from the humiliation (long, clear arcs that soaked her sheer bodysuit).
Final task: Riley bent over a desk, tail still in, cum leaking around it. Elise had to rim her clean (tongue fucking Riley's plugged ass until not a drop remained) while the entire floor watched.
When she finished, Alexander rewarded her against the window. One leg hooked over his arm, cock slamming into her so hard her tits flattened against the glass with every thrust. Her squirting was projectile (long streams running down the inside of the window like rain).
He came buried deep, grinding, forcing her to feel every pulse as he filled her.
11:55 a.m. – Boardroom Again
All five lined up over the table, legs spread, plugs removed.
Their holes presented in a perfect row:
Victoria – elegant pink, clenching on nothing.
Amara – locked in steel, dripping helplessly.
Riley – freshly gaped, cum still leaking.
Sofia – swollen, creamy, overflowing.
Elise – twitching from aftershocks.
He walked the line slowly, two fingers in each cunt, then each ass, tasting them one by one. When he reached Amara he simply tapped the steel plate over her clit and watched her sob.
Final ranking on the whiteboard:
1. Sofia – 2 creampies, zero punishments
2. Riley – 1 anal creampie, public bonus
3. Victoria – facial + international exposure
4. Elise – 4 public orgasms
5. Amara – locked, denied
He kissed Sofia's forehead. "You sleep in my bed tonight."
Snapped a thin silver chain onto Amara's belt. "You sleep chained to the footboard. Plug on high."
Then he made them all kneel in a semicircle, mouths open.
One final load (shared between five eager tongues and glazed faces) until they looked like they'd been dunked in frosting.
Group photo for the new company intranet.
"Afternoon schedule just dropped," he said, pocketing the phone. "Subject line: Fashion Week Runway – volunteer models needed. Better stretch those pretty holes, ladies. The finale involves fresh creampies visible under the lights."
The door locked behind him.