My lust knows no bounds. p1

Days had passed, and Anselmo seemed foolishly on my part to have forgotten I even existed once his lust was satisfied. What I didn't know was that he was far from satisfied, and that his lust knew no bounds. Come to the clean up service this afternoon, and I'm not talking about the shower. Ha ha ha. Two WhatsApp messages from Anselmo and the possibility of feeling again the pleasure he had given me made every hair on my body stand on end. Shit.

I was home alone. Is Sa had accumulated days off for overtime and had taken them to Gota Navarre with my daughter, who was about to undergo a minor insignificant surgical procedure. I could do it, but I didn't have the necessary supplies to carry out the kind of cleaning and Selmo was referring to, and beside, I wasn't even sure I knew how to do it, since the only time it had been necessary, he'd done it for me. On the other hand, in the bathroom during work. I

didn't think Encelmo would demand that we fuck there. It would be stupid. The building where I work is well situated, facing two streets. On one side is the vehicle parking entrance. It's relatively small, with only a few spaces, all occupied by the bosses. As for the area, parking is a nightmare, but I've got it figured out. I leave my car in Krtuja and take the bus, which in just a few minutes drops me off practically at the door. And on the other side is the staff entrance, a semi basement.

Whether you are enter from the street or the parking garage, you arrive at a lobby where a member of the security team is stationed. There you'll find the camera, monitors and the computer equipment that controls the entire building. Also on that floor is a well equipped kitchen, dining room, locker rooms, showers and restrooms that we share with the maintenance and cleaning staff. Opposite the security post are the

elevators and stairs that lead to the other floors. On the ground floor is the entrance hall, which you reach through the main entrance after climbing a set of steps or using the ramp for people with disabilities. There you'll find the other member of the security team on duty during public hours, a concierge behind the counter, and two machines that issue a ticket when you enter your ID number.

The public services, the waiting room and the cubicles where officials attend to the public by appointment are located there. Service hours are nine a m. To two pm Monday through Friday. Also on that floor is a staff lounge

in the facility's own services. On the first floor are the administrative manager's offices, the computer room with the servers, the room where the remote supports staff work or relaxation room, and the restrooms the remote support staff work from eight am to eight pm Monday through Friday, and from eight am to three pm on non holiday Saturdays. On the second floor are the director's office, his secretary's office, and the head's offices. Next to the director's office is Enselmo's.

The security service is twenty four to seven. We work twelve hour shifts so we get more days off. There are eight permanent staff plus three relief workers the company sends to cover extra hours since they don't want us working overtime. Dario an Selmo wants you to go up to his office. Damn, is he still here. We were doing the shift handover in the locker rooms. I was getting dressed. My clothes were in my locker and I I arrived and left in street clothes. It was six

thirty pm. Staff hours are eight a m. To three p m. And it wasn't common for anyone to be in the building except the IT staff who finished at eight p m and the cleaning crew who worked from three p m to ten pm. He said something about you having something for him. Yes, he wants to buy something for a birthday. Back then, Isa and I knew a beverage salesman who gave us a good price, and I'd gotten the occasional special bottle for my co workers

when they needed it. Well, he's waiting for you. He told me to let him know as soon as you arrived. As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, a sea of ideas churned in my head. What was I turning into? What the hell did that guy want from me? Well that was clear at my age. Was I really going to be that dirty old man's little hore? And what was I going to do about Isabel? Would I dare tell her? I could break things off, report him, and let whatever happened happen. But I knew Anselmo was

a very well connected man in the party. He could screw me over big time, and not in the way I liked, Because on the other hand, I had to admit he'd fucked me good, expertly deflouring my ass and giving me the best orgasm I could remember. Good Afternoon. I jumped so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize I'd arrived at my destination Good afternoon, and Selmo he was in the lobby waiting for me, sitting in one of the leather arm chairs there for staff, waiting

to be received by the director. Come with me. As you came out of the stairwell, you entered a spacious reception area. Straight ahead was the door to the director's secretary's office. To the right was the director's office door, and beyond that a long hallway lined with the offices of the other department heads. And Selmo opened the director's door and went in. I stayed at the door. Come on, come in, don't just stand there, Come in and close the door. What if down one comes. The director isn't

in Seville, He's on a family trip. The office was enormous, the largest one I knew it well. To the left was the door leading to the secretary's office. To the right another door, this one sliding, opened into a meeting room with a huge oval table, and beyond that was the bathroom, fully equipped with a shower, more like something you'd find in a luxury home than in an office. It was the only one of its kind. Everyone else had to make do with the restrooms at the end

of the hallway. Everything was very well lit, with natural light thanks to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rooftop. Come on, Fagot, get in, I told him, I'm not no, no, Come in and close the door. He had sat down in the director's arm chair, and from there he watched me with an air of superiority. I'd say a smug smile on his face. I entered as he'd asked, no, as he'd ordered, and stood there looking at him close

it with the latch. I resigned myself. What was the point of protesting In the end, It wouldn't do any good. He was going to do whatever he wanted with me, and I knew it. I've been thinking about you a lot these days, darling, and Slmo, I s cit h be quiet. He stood up and came toward me, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, forced me to lean down a little, gently kissed my lips, then bit my lower lip and planted a full on kiss on my mouth, shoving his tongue inside. He cupped my face.

The scent of his clean sweat mixed with his perfume had me turned on. He bit my lips, slid his tongue in, entwined it with mine. Take off your clothes. But and Selmo, what if some one comes? And who's going to come? The I T guys are about to finish up, and they have no reason to be here, and the cleaning crew has already done the floor. Your partner isn't going to leave the cameras unless you tell him we are alone. The bastard had it all planned out.

He unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, throwing it aside. Damn, I love these tits. He grabbed them, squeezed them, sucked on them, bit my nipples, causing me a mix of pain and pleasure. My legs were trembling. My cock was responding to the stimulation. He kissed my mouth again, stuck his tongue in bit my lips while groping my breasts. Ugh and Selmo. As he kissed me, his hands went to my belt, unbuckled it, then undid the button and zipper, and my pants slid to the floor, the shackles clanging

as they hid it well. He looked at me, smiling. What do we have here? He crouched down and pulled the handcuffs from their holster. Do you have the keys? Of course on the belt loop. He stood behind me. Put your hands behind you and Selmo, no, come on, do what I tell you. We're going to have fun. You'll see. He locked the shackles on my wrists with my hands behind my back, leaving me defenseless. Then he crouched down, pulled off my pants, my briefs, my socks

and left me completely naked. Wow, your cock is happy to see me. He had it as hard as a rock. Please, and selmo, sss h, have you cleaned yourself like I told you? I nodded, Are you sure? If Anselmo? Okay, let's check it out. He pulled the rubber baton from his belt, a solid rubber batten fifty centimeters long and three point five centimeters in diameter, then grabbed my cock and led me like that to the meeting room. And selmo, please, I'm begging you. Let go of my hands. Sss h.

Be quiet, my child. You're going to have a good time. You'll see I. He stopped in front of the huge table, a sturdy, tall, old fashioned table made of real wood, well crafted, pulled the chairs aside, and placed me right in front of it. Lean on the table. Honey, let's see if you're really clean. He made me lean forward until my torso was on the table, my legs slightly bent, all my weight resting on it with my hands tied behind my back. I couldn't get up, so I had

to lower my head and rest my face on its surface. Plap, a slap on my cheeks. Ah, PLoP, PLoP, PLoP. Oh damn, what an ass he bit me. Ouch, let's see that asshole. He spread my buttocks with his big hands and exposed my sphinter. Oh, yes, here it is sweaty but clean. He stroked it with his fingers, then inserted one. Yes, and he's such a glutton. Oh. I felt the cold lubricant on my slattering. It ungenerously as I took the opportunity to slip one of his fingers into my ass,

making me writhe with pleasure. Then I noticed something pressing, twisting, trying to get in. It wasn't his cock or his fingers. Let's see how it goes, my dear, No, and selmo not that. I quickly understood what it was. My defense bes sh shut up, bitch. He turned me around and squeezed me. I tried to clench my sphinter, but he squeezed harder. I realized that if I didn't give in, he was going to hurt me, so I relaxed and he entered tearing me open. Ouch, don't shout, you faggot.

If you've got a good piece inside you, ag ag ag. I kept shoving that rubber bar in. Honestly, it wasn't very thick, and I was handling it easily, plus I'd slathered it with lubricant. Suddenly I noticed his fist. Oh yeah, bitch, how this little ass swallows it? Oh? And Selmo, my guts. Oh. He started thrusting the makeshift dildo in and out of my ass, making a liquid sound as it went in and out. And Selmo picked up the pace and I'm not sure how far he'd gotten it in, but I

think it was at least half way. It wasn't a cock, but he was doing a good job. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and every time he pushed it in until his fist hit my ass, I let out a moan. Hum oh yes, ah, yes, you like it, don't you, faggot? Ah ah yes, oh yes. Suddenly he yanked the defense out of my ass and with a pop, my guts almost came out behind it. But what, liar, Anne, dirty my boy has it all? And Selmo, are you going to tell me? No? He threw the defense on to

the table right in front of my face. Dirt was visible on the tip and Selmo, I wait, dirty, lying and disobedient, you deserve a punishment, don't you think he was fiddling with his belt. Let go of me and we'll talk. No whack. The first blow of the belt caught me by surprise, hitting me right where my thighs meet my buttocks. A engh. You can scream. I don't care, but the cleaning staff is downstairs. If they hear you, they might call your roommate, and I don't think you'd

like them to find you like this. I lifted my I had a little and looked at him. He was standing there, his leather belt in his hand, a very long one. Please please, no no zas. This time the lash caught me on my ass. Cheeks. Oh, chass. Once again, his ass took the full impact. N n n n g. I had to bite my lips. Tears welled up in my eyes and ran down my face. Chass. Another direct hit to the ass. It hurt like I had a wound.

It was burning. M p h zas arg. It was the last one and the one that hurt the most, probably because the area was already so battered. It must have been red hot. I could feel it burning. I gasped for breath and cried silently, Come on, my boy, it was just a little punishment. You shouldn't disobey me or lie to me, son of a bitch. Don't be resentful. It was for your own good. Come on, go freshen up a bit. He took off my shackles. You can do it in the director's bathroom. You'll see what luxury

it is and wipe your ass. There's still some shit on it. You're an asshole.