Jill was new at the company, and on her first day, several of her female co-workers introduced themselves. After niceties, they all brought up the supply closet. Each told a slightly different story of things that happened to them when they went into the closet. While all the tales were a bit different, they had some common threads: the women all entered alone, they were sexually aroused before they entered (from something that they heard or read beforehand), they heard a man's voice but never saw anyone, the man tied them to some sort of apparatus, he played with them to the point that they had an orgasm, he untied them, and then he was gone. Jill suspected, however mysterious the things were, that each of these women believed everything they told her had actually happened to them. But she doubted it really had; it was just too far-fetched!

The next morning, she was joking with the ladies around the coffee maker in the break room, and when all the men had left, the gossip and stories began. She heard salacious details of supposed affairs happening across the office. And she heard again about the 'Man in the Closet'. The talk was explicit, and listening got the rather innocent Jill quite aroused. When they were done gossiping, she went to the ladies' restroom and dried her wet pussy so as not to leak and get her panties any wetter.

About fifteen minutes later, Jill's pen ran out of ink, and she needed a new one, which meant a trip to the supply closet. She headed there, and on the way, it hit her that she was about to enter the place where so many of the women said they came across the 'Man in the Closet'. The details of the other women's visits suddenly stuck in her mind as she walked down the hall to the last door, the supply closet...

o o o

On entering the supply closet alone, the automatic lights did not come on, and it remained dim, almost dark. The door closed behind her, though she had not closed it. She thought it odd and tried the door, but it was locked, somehow, and she could not get out. A shiver of fear drifted through her, but only for a moment before it was replaced by a bit of excitement, and a shot of arousal hit her. What if the stories they told her were true? But how could they be? She tried in vain to get the lights to come on, but gave up, and thought she'd try to find the ballpoint pens in the darkness, wondering if the door would open if she found them.

"Welcome to the closet," she heard a man's deep voice say, rather quietly.

Jill froze. How could this be?

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Just a friend. I won't hurt you, but you must do as I ask," he said.

Jill was shocked that this was happening. It made no sense. But she remembered from all the other women's stories that no one ever got hurt, and all of them had great sex. She felt a bit of wetness in her pussy, despite her initial fear.

"What should I do?" Jill asked.

"You should take your clothes off, all of them, and stand there until I come for you," the voice said.

Jill thought it had to be some man from the office doing this, and that all the women went along with it. Since they all enjoyed their experiences and had great sex, she decided she would go along with it, too. She took off her shoes and slipped out of her clothes, stacking them on the floor next to her. She hoped the floor was clean.

Once she was naked, she stood and waited as the man's voice had told her. In the dark room, she could not make things out. She looked around and could just vaguely distinguish the shape of rows of shelves.

Suddenly, she felt two hands grab her by her shoulders. She could not see who it was, but this person, or ghost, or whatever, guided her through the darkness until she was steered to stand with her back against something hard, her feet flat on the floor. Then, silently, the 'man' moved her wrists over her head and tied them with rope to some sort of frame. Moments later, her ankles were also tied to the frame, and a rope or belt was attached about her waist to keep her from wiggling her middle very much. She was spread wide, and the frame was the shape of an X, like the St. Andrew's Cross she had seen in a porn film she once watched; it was much more exciting in person.

o o o

So, it was happening, just as the ladies at the office had told her it had happened to them. Here she was, tied to a St. Andrew's Cross, naked and totally helpless. But she was not afraid; she knew from the other women that nothing bad would happen to her. In fact, she realized that she was rather excited.

Then she heard the man's voice again.

"Relax and enjoy your predicament, my dear," it said.

Not being able to see much of anything despite her eyes having adjusted to the darkness, and with nothing to be done about her helpless situation, she relaxed and waited for whatever the 'Man in the Closet' would do to her. She didn't need to wait long.

Out of nowhere, he suddenly seemed to be right in front of her. He put his hands on her smallish breasts, cupped them, and rolled her nipples between his thumb and fingers. It wasn't unpleasant; in fact, it was arousing, and Jill's nipples quickly became erect and firm. It felt good, and she enjoyed being played with, since she hadn't had a date do anything like that in a long time. Jill felt her pussy getting wet, and she relaxed and enjoyed the feeling.

When he finished with her tits and nipples, his hands went to her thighs. He caressed her inner thighs, grazing his fingers gently over them, up and down, and teasing Jill. The ticklish feel made her squirm and try to get away from the vexation, but she was unable to with the rope or belt around her waist. Squirm as hard as she might, she could not escape the torment. But it didn't last long since his hand soon moved to her pussy.

He slid a finger into he labia and opened her up, exposing the delicate pink underneath. What he did excited Jill, and her juices started to leak. When the man touched her slit and caressed it, she swooned on the cross. Her nerves were alive, and he was touching her in all the right places, except one, arousing her with a sexual anticipation she had never had before.

When he touched her clitoris, she jerked against the ropes holding her tight. Her cunt was alive, on fire with desire. As the man teased her clit, she squirmed as much as she could, craving his touch even more as her nectar flowed onto his fingers and her thighs. He continued, driving her wild with his ministrations, and in no time she felt the urge to cum. He must have sensed that, for then he stopped.

"Not so fast, my dear," he whispered in her ear before leaving her alone.

Jill was beside herself with desire, her snatch alive as never before, wanting, craving his touch to see her through to the promised land. But he made her wait.

o o o

After what seemed like ten minutes, but was probably only two, he returned. Jill sensed him in the darkness and wondered if he had been watching her squirm on the cross. What would he do next? Then, without a word, the man pressed something hard against her pussy. When he turned it on, she felt the buzz of a vibrator.

The vibrations were a godsend for her, a stimulation to her cunt that she so badly wanted. He moved the vibe up and down her slit, causing it to graze over her clit and make her jerk with sudden jolts of pleasure. As he continued, Jill was transported to a wonderful world of sexual delight. Her pussy was being treated to the best stimulation she could imagine, her clit afire with a need that was finally being fulfilled!

She swooned on the cross in complete ecstasy, her nerves alive and firing on all cylinders. The man kept it up, and Jill soon felt the undeniable urge to cum. She tried but could not hold it back while the man was buzzing her clit, and she shook and came with a tremendous orgasm, her juices flowing freely over the vibrator and down her thighs. When he continued unabated at her cunt, she came again, and soon her orgasms were rocking her body and rolling one into the next. The pleasure was like nothing Jill had ever experienced, taking over her body completely, and she wanted more!

The man delivered, continuing to buzz her pussy, making sure to hold the vibrator on her clit for longer and longer periods. Jill exploded each time, her nectar dripping from her pussy as she squirmed on the cross. And still the man continued. Jill screamed with every orgasm now, as her clit was overly sensitive, and she was sure everyone in the office could hear what was going on... but she didn't care. Her cunt was getting sore, and her clit was getting sore from the constant torment, bordering on torture, that he was inflicting. And despite her screaming and squirming, the man did not stop. She realized she was enduring a series of forced orgasms now, and she could do nothing to stop it. Her body could take no more as she shrieked in a frenzy of excitement and pleasure bordering on panic and pain.

After another huge orgasm wracked her body, the man finally stopped. She slumped against the cross, hanging by her wrists, unable to move after becoming so exhausted. Jill has never had a sexual experience like that, so intense and powerful that she had lost all control of her body.

She felt the man remove the ropes that held her to the cross, but she could only stand there, leaning back against the cross with her arms now hanging at her sides. She would have passed out, but was conscious of the fact that she would probably fall if she did not stay awake.

o o o

And then she felt alone. Any sense that the man was there had vanished. And so had the St. Andrews' Cross, as she realized she was leaning against a closet wall. Jill was confused, but with the soreness between her legs, she knew something had happened.

She became conscious of her state, still naked in the supply closet. The 'Man in the Closet' had visited her as he had so many other women in her office. Or had he? If so, how... but if not, then what happened? Was it all a very real sex dream? But how did so many other women have similar experiences?

It was a mystery that she considered as she got dressed. When the final bit of clothing was back on her, the lights suddenly came on. She sought the ballpoint pen she'd originally come for, her mind in a daze, and proceeded to leave; the door was still closed, but it was no longer locked. She left and returned to her desk.

o o o

The next day at the coffee maker, after the men had all left, she told the ladies about her experience. They all sympathized, each of them having had something similar happen. They told her it would likely happen again one day, as it had with most of them.

And so Jill went about her day, remembering the incredible orgasms she'd had, the thought making her panties wet under her clothes, and wondering, hoping, she'd meet the 'Man in the Closet' again... and often.

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