'Princess' Natasha

'Yes, let's!' giggles Natasha. Ok, so she does. Fine by me. More than fine, I love these little games almost as much as she does.

I buzz for Simon to come through. He shuffles in and stands next to Sylvia in front of the couch where me and Natasha are sitting.

Simon Woodrow, forty years old, chubby little dork, part of the furniture. The quintessential victim. He's been my employee and getting mercilessly bullied by me for nearly ten years. (Shit, some of the stuff I've done to the poor bastard, you wouldn't believe.) 'Hi there, Simes!' I announce jauntily, then go silent and gaze fixedly at him, let his trepidation gather. Natasha, smiling sweetly at Simon, has her hand in my lap. I have an erection which she's gently fingering through my pants. All told, it's not such a terrible situation. 'Simon, a problem. Natasha here tells me you've been staring at her legs when you're meant to be working. That's correct, Tash, isn't it?'

Natasha nods sternly. 'Yes, Mark. He was really ogling.'

'Anything to say, Woodrow?' I snap.

'Er, I'm sorry, Mr Taylor,' he mutters. (Knows there's no point denying it.)

'It's Natasha you need to be apologising to.'

'I'm really sorry, Natasha,' he mumbles, taking the cue. 'And what exactly are you sorry for, Simon?' Tash prods. 'I'd like to hear you say it.' Simon shuffles from foot to foot, horribly embarrassed. 'Um, for staring at your legs,' he manages to blurt out. It's fucking hilarious. 'What, these legs?' grins Natasha, looking down, flaunting them. Simon just nods. 'You're a dirty bastard, Simon, aren't you?' I drawl. No reaction. He's staring at the floor. Not sure what I'm enjoying most, the abject look of Simon or the feel of Natasha's soft sexy fingers working their magic on my ever-harder dick. 'Aren't you?' I snarl, raising my voice. 'Yes, Sir,' he stutters. (Just love that 'Sir'.)

'Drooling at Tash's legs instead of working. I mean, what the fuck?'

'Sorry, Sir.'

'I bet you are. Now you've been caught. So, Tash, what would you like to do about this? What should his punishment be?'

Natasha puts a finger to her chin. 'Oh, is it up to me then?'

'Yes, darling, totally up to you. Just say.'

Natasha ponders ostentatiously for a while, enjoying herself. 'Ok, first of all, it'd be nice if he got down and kissed my feet.'

'You heard the girl, turdface,' I order. 'Down on your belly and kiss Tash's feet!' Poor sod has to do it. Has to grovel in front of Natasha and kiss her feet. She slips her shoes off so he can get at her toes. 'That's right, Simon, nice sloppy kiss for each of my tutsies,' she drawls, and she keeps him slobbering down there for quite a while. I'm looking on and laughing but Sylvia is turned away, not wanting to see poor Simon humiliated yet again. Unsurprising: she has enough of her own indignities at the hands of Natasha to put up with.

'Ok, Simon, you can get up now,' Natasha tells him. He does so and stands back next to Sylvia. Tash grins at him. 'Simon, I need a man's opinion. Sylvia's a moose, isn't she?'

He has to agree. 'Yes, Natasha.'

'Tell her,' snaps Tash. 'Tell her she's a fucking moose.'

'Sylvia, you're a fucking moose.'

I get up and smack Simon in the chops. 'Don't fucking swear in front of Natasha!'

Tash is giggling like crazy. She's having the time of her life and so am I. Simon and Sylvia are both crying, which only makes me and Natasha laugh and want to continue bullying them. (No, not much work getting done for the rest of the morning, I can see that already. Ah well, not to worry, I'll make them stay late to make it up. Simon and Sylvia, that is - Natasha never works late.) I make as if to hit Simon again but stop just before making contact, make the silly cunt cower. God he's pathetic! Natasha rises from the couch and stands in front of him, a cruel smile playing on her lips. It looks like the girl's really in the mood for some fun today so I sit back to watch. She's fingering Simon's belt. 'Can I pull his pants down, Mark?'

'Sure, princess.'

She undoes his pants and slides them to his ankles. 'And his knickers?' she asks.

'Yes, sweetheart. Let's see his little pecker!' The grinning Natasha yanks them down and Simon's dick is revealed. It's little, right enough, but rather amusingly he has an erection. Probably because Tash is bent over in front of him in her scanty bra-less top and, ever the tease, she's flashing a more-than-ample portion of her spectacular jugs in his face. She has a fit of the giggles. 'Oooo look, Marky! He's got a teeny weeny hard-on!'

'Yeah, babe, so I almost see.'

'Don't know about you, Mark, but I'm seriously unimpressed. Course, I'm spoiled by your big cock, aren't I?'

I love the way Natasha licks her lips as she says this and I throw her my best wolfish grin. 'Hey, but I bet the Moose here appreciates it,' she snickers.

'Well, princess, I suppose any cock looks pretty damn good to a girl who never gets any.'

'So, Moose, do we have it right?' inquires Tash. 'Do you like the look of Simon's cute little dick?' Poor Sylvia can't speak, just sobs quietly. Simon has stopped sobbing but looks like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him. Two of them are getting utterly humiliated and there's not a damn thing they can do about it. Not if they need to keep their jobs (which I happen to know they do). Natasha claps her hands. She's had an idea. 'I know! I'll tease Simon a little, make his cock go really hard, and then the Moose can kneel down and suck it. How about that, Mark, sugar? That'll be quite funny, won't it? Seeing Moosey on her knees, sucking Simon's dick.' I agree that it will. Tash flashes me a wicked look. 'And I think she ought to take her dress off for the occasion, don't you?' she grins.

Sylvia is mortified at the prospect. Guess with a body like hers it's understandable. The hapless girl is looking beseechingly at me, hoping I'll tell Natasha she's going too far. (Which she is, really. Sadistic little bitch.) I pause for a moment, seem to ponder, give the poor cow a vestige of hope. Then I tell her straight: 'Sylvia ... I mean, Moose ... what the fuck are you waiting for? You heard the Princess. Take it off!' Sylvia, humiliated beyond words, strips clumsily out of her dress and stands there in bra and knickers. There's flab all over the place. 'Oh yuck,' I sneer. Simon is stood next to her, pants round his ankles. The pair of them look utterly risible. I grin at Natasha. 'Tash, baby, that is one gruesome twosome.' Tash laughs and starts stripping off herself, first her top, then the skirt. Down to her knickers, and looking just good enough to eat, she goes and stands beside Sylvia, facing me. She pouts and preens and poses, playing up the cruel contrast. 'So, baby, which do you prefer? ... Me or the Moose?'

'Well, princess, let me see. Do I like my women ravishingly beautiful or short and fat and ugly-as-sin? Gee, it's a toughie.'

A flip response to a flip question but I do, in fact, take a moment to run the 'beauty and beast' comparison through my mind and it's the difference in skin (colour and complexion) which really strikes me. Sure there's the more obvious stuff - quite tall vs far too short, beautiful hair vs thin and stringy, knockout sexy figure vs dumpy lard-bucket, flat toned belly vs flab city central, fabulous legs vs even a chair has better, devastatingly pretty face vs moose features, full pouty lips vs rather mean-shaped little mouth etc etc - there's all of that, sure, but the contrast in their skin tone is somehow what takes the biscuit. Natasha has a flawless complexion, facially and everywhere else, her skin evenly tanned and smoothly perfect all over. All you want to do when you see it, any of it, is stroke and kiss it; and if you're lucky enough, i.e. if you're me, you actually get to do that. What you want to do when you see too much of Sylvia Tusk's pale spotty flesh (and anything is too much, let's be frank) is run a million miles. Either that or, as now, you want to kind of punish her for being such a poor quality package.

The 'high quality package' (a.k.a. Miss Natasha Reeves) is cracking up. 'But you can't see her titties, Mark, can you? Maybe they're really sexy.'

'No, baby, that's true ... Moose, lose the bra!' I snap. The sobbing Sylvia takes her bra off and I'm treated to the inevitable pair of miserable, saggy breasts. (There's a certain pleasing symmetry about how we've got our victims now -- a topless 'moose' and a bottomless nerd!) 'Changed your mind, honey?' enquires Natasha. She's smiling suggestively and playing with her own juicy melons. 'Fraid not, Tash. I'll stick with you if that's ok.'

'Sure, baby. But let's see what Simon thinks,' Natasha says, standing in front of him. 'Simon?' she asks, moving in so close they're almost touching. 'Are you same as Mark? Do you prefer my body to the Moose's?' Simon nods. He's massively turned on by Natasha's near-naked proximity. Poor guy is being utterly tantalised. 'What was that, Simon?' prods Tash. 'I prefer your body, Natasha. You're gorgeous!' he blurts.

'And what about my face? Do you prefer that too? Am I much prettier?'

'Oh yes, Natasha!'

'Yes what, Simon?'

'You're much prettier than Sylvia.'

'Baby, who's this 'Sylvia' he's talking about?' I cut in. 'Damn funny name for a Moose.'

Tash slaps his face. 'Yes, Simon, least you can do is get the name right.'

'Natasha, you're much prettier than the Moose,' intones Simon. Natasha nods her approval. 'And who would you rather have sex with? Me, I suppose?'

'Yes, you, Natasha.'

'Aw, you're sweet,' she giggles, tickling him under the chin. 'Hear that, Moose? Simon, who's dick you're gonna be sucking very shortly would much rather have sex with me ... Except he can't of course.'

'Do you wish you could touch me, Simon?' Tash is gyrating around in her tiny lace knickers just inches in front of him, really teasing the poor fucker now. From my vantage point on the couch I can see his throbbing little dick pointing almost vertical. It's too much and I've got my own out now, playing with it. This is sooo horny. I get up and grab Tash from the rear, play with her tits, grind my cock into her ass, grinning all the while at Simon, taunting him: 'Once Natasha's had her fun here you know what I'm gonna do, Simes? I'm gonna fuck her brains out, that's what. Can you imagine? After lunch, while you and the Moose are slaving away out there, me and Tash are gonna be in here fucking like rabbits. Yeah, turdface, we are. Lucky bastard, aren't I?'

Natasha turns to kiss me. We snog passionately then she breaks away giggling. 'Did you like me teasing him just now, baby?'

'Fuck, yeah!' I grunt.

'Ok, so how about the Moose gets busy with his cock?' she grins.

'Looking forward to it, sugar.' (Which I am.)

*

The next hour or so is fucking hilarious. Natasha really goes to town.

'Let me think about this for a minute,' she says, and she joins me on the couch. We finish our coffees and then we have a little smooch. She snuggles into me, clad just in her knickers, and we kiss and fondle for a while, ignoring Simon and Sylvia. No rush: we know they're not going anywhere. I'm caressing Natasha's lovely large breasts and she's giving some blissful feminine attention to my cock (which is sticking loud and proud out of my fly). 'Mmm, such a big boy, Marky,' she purrs. 'Can't wait to have this inside me again. You are going to make love to me later, baby, aren't you?'

'Only all afternoon, princess.' I'm grinning at Simon as I say this, enjoying the look on his face. He might be stood there like a total twat with his pants around his ankles but this doesn't stop him (a) looking sick with jealousy and (b) having a hard-on as he watches me fondling the gorgeous, near-naked Natasha Reeves. (The 'a' and 'b' being somewhat connected, of course.) Natasha lets out a sexy giggle and gazes smugly at the other topless girl in the room, the one the boss very much won't be making love to this afternoon (or any other afternoon). She can't resist a mocking little taunt. 'Hear that, Moose? Mark wants to make love to me all afternoon. Should I let him, do you think?'

No reply from Sylvia.

'No, come on, seriously. I'd value your opinion. Should I allow our tall, dark and handsome boss to make passionate love to me all afternoon when I really ought to be working? What would you say, Moosey, if it were you?'

Still silence. 'Hey, Moose, the Princess is talking to you!' I snap.

'I'd say 'yes', Natasha,' mumbles Sylvia. (She would too, no shadow of a doubt.)

'It's 'Princess Natasha' from now on as far as you and Simon are concerned,' I announce, getting in the swing of things. (This wins a giggle of appreciation and extra long stroke of my dick from the 'princess' in question.) 'So go on, tell the Princess Natasha it's fine if she fucks the boss this afternoon.'

'Princess Natasha, it's fine if you fuck the boss this afternoon.' (Sylvia clears her throat nervously before speaking but it still comes out as a sort of anguished squeak.) Tash claps in glee. 'Oh my god, this is too funny!' she squeals. 'Thank you, Moose. I will,' she says, when she's pulled herself together. 'And you have your own man to take care of, don't you?' she adds, flicking her gaze to Simon. 'Yeah, baby, what about this dick sucking thing?' I remind her.

Natasha nods decisively then holds forth, lays out the plan: 'Ok, here's how it's gonna go. First the Moose takes those knickers off and gets properly naked. Then she does a sexy little dance for Simon, well for all of us really, to get him all hot and bothered. Next, once she's done that and I'm satisfied, she has to kneel down in front of Simon and beg to be allowed to suck his cock. But Simon thinks about it and tells her no, she can't, because she's a moose and he doesn't fancy her. He fancies me like crazy, he tells her, he'd love for me to suck his cock, but he just can't get excited by a fat horrible moose. So the poor creature begs some more, she really grovels and pleads, tells him she's desperate for some cock, even a small piddly one like his, and please please please can she suck it? Simon gives in, tells her ok, if you must you can. And then she goes for it.'

I'm cracking up listening to this. She's such a cruel bitch, Natasha is. 'They're not taking notes, baby,' I point out. 'Think they'll remember all that?'

'Let's find out, shall we?' Tash grins. She claps her hands: 'Ok ... Lights Camera ... Action!' she shouts, and we sit back to enjoy the show. All we're missing is popcorn.

It goes perfectly almost all the way, right up until where Sylvia is meant to be 'going for it'. At this point there's a hiccup. Not with Sylvia (who really is about to orally embrace the agreed target) but with Simon. Unsurprisingly, given the less-than-horny effect of a naked Sylvia Tusk, his erection has disappeared. So he's not ready. Sylvia is, but he isn't. Natasha, giggling fit to burst, sees the problem and comes to the rescue. 'Ok, Simon, my fault, I should have realised. You did say you didn't fancy the Moose, didn't you? So how about a little help from me? From the hot girl who you do fancy? Would you like that, Simon?'

'Oh yes, Princess Natasha!' he blurbs.

'Ok, so you two stay where you are and I'll come and stand up close behind the Moose. Then Mark gets in behind me so he can reach round and fondle my tits right in front of you. That'll give you a stiffie in no time, Simon, right?'

'Yes, Princess Natasha.' (Poor guy. Looks like he's about to be 'tash-teased' yet again.)

It works a dream: Tash gets up and takes her position, standing behind the naked, kneeling 'wannabe cocksucker' and leaning forward slightly with her hands resting on Sylvia's head. 'How's this, Simon?' she enquires. 'Got a nice view of my tits?' He nods. Probably can't trust himself to speak because with where (and how) she's standing Natasha's fabulous breasts are displayed right before his eyes. He's drooling already, I can tell, and his little dick has started twitching with desire. Poor old Simon. Tash laughs knowingly and goes into full 'tease' mode. She starts really flaunting her tits at poor tantalised Simon, squeezes and caresses them, leans in and gives them a good jiggle around. 'Right, baby,' Tash says, beckoning me to join the group. I don't need telling twice. Fuck, this is gonna be horny! I go check out the scene. It's brilliant: Simon stood there with his pants down and his dick on parade, Sylvia nude and on her knees in front of him (aforementioned dick pretty much right in her face), Natasha looking unbearably sexy in her little lace knickers and standing behind Sylvia with her hands on Sylvia's head and her tits under Simon's nose. Tash is rather gripping Sylvia's hair now, I note. She's hurting the poor girl a bit. 'Ok, Marky, so cosy in behind me and start fondling my tits, yeah? Enjoy yourself, baby.' (I might have had a better invitation at some point in my life but I can't recall one off-hand. My cock is rock-hard and 100% poking through my fly now and I take a moment to stroke it.) I nevertheless decide to push my luck: 'Tash, baby, how about I slide your knickers off as well? Feel like fingering some juicy pussy, you know? And pressing my cock into that luscious ass of yours.'

'Sure, baby, I'd like that too,' she pouts.

'Plus, I wanna show old Simes exactly and precisely what he's missing,' I chuckle. She just nods and giggles. I take Tash's knickers off so she's fully naked, the whole of her mouth-watering body revealed. 'Hang on a second, babe,' I grunt. 'Just wanna do something.' I go behind Simon and I slip Tash's knickers onto his head. He looked ridiculous enough before but this really completes the picture. 'You're such a bastard, Marky,' Tash giggles.

'Aren't I just. Hey, princess, you don't mind if I just kick the bastard up the arse, do you?'

Tash likes the sound of this. 'Course not, baby. Go on, do it.' So I give Simon a really hard kick up the backside. I'm wearing heavy shoes and I don't hold back. He groans in pain. Very satisfying, so I do it again - even harder this time. Then I rap the top of his head with my knuckles a few times (something I'm always doing to the poor bastard actually, been doing it for years, just about every time I walk past his desk.) 'Stop it, Marky, you're making him cry,' Tash giggles. 'Plus, he's gonna lose his little hard-on if you carry on like that.'

'Oh yeah, sorry, princess. Getting a bit carried away.' I go round and take up my position behind her. Simon is still crying, I see, and his hard-on has indeed rather subsided, but it soon returns when I start getting busy with the gloriously naked Natasha Reeves. I push my hard cock tight against her ass. Same time, I have my hands snaked around her, one playing with her pussy and the other with her bazookas. I'm in heaven. Sylvia isn't, though. She's in the opposite of heaven because of what Tash is doing to her: Tash has got her by the hair and she's yanking her head from side to side like a rag doll. 'Start begging again, Moose,' Tash is telling her as she's jerking the poor thing around by her hair. 'Look, his prick is nice and hard now, it's right there in front of your fat face. C'mon, we know you want it. Beg for it, Moosey! Wanna hear you beg for Simon's little cock!' Poor, helpless Sylvia is crying her eyes out (it's not just the unspeakable humiliation, Tash is really hurting her) but she manages to do as instructed: 'Please, Princess Natasha, please let me suck Simon's little cock,' she begs over and over.

The whole thing is a total triumph. I've got to hand it to Natasha: she's managing to tease the shit out of Simon and to hurt and utterly subjugate Sylvia at the same time. And all the while she's getting physically pleasured by yours truly. The sexy little bitch is getting her rocks off, she really is. (So am I. Because my situation isn't too shabby either. I have the freedom to explore and enjoy Natasha's hot body and if I look down I've got a great view on progress of the 'blowjob'; or if I look up I get to grin like a maniac right into the face of Mr Simon 'knickers-on-head' Woodrow.)