I understood, the deal was obvious and simple, if I covered up her spending and gave her a generous 'expenses account' she would use me for her pleasure, maybe even take me to her club! I couldn't agree quickly enough, to let this stunning woman use me would be heaven, to be her slave at one of these fetish clubs would be humiliating but wonderful! I gasped out my acceptance of her offer as she rubbed herself against me, making me harder.
Imagine my surprise as she slithered out of my arms and bent herself over my desk, putting the crop into my hand! "Oh beat me Master" she moaned, wriggling her leather clad arse, " beat me until I cry for mercy and then take me from behind and fuck me me hard"
I recovered quickly, the crop came whistling down through the air.....
.... she shrieked as I beat her, even through her leather pencil skirt it must have hurt, I was taking out all my frustrations and months of sexual tension out on her as she cried out and wriggled on my desk. Finally, my arm aching, I dropped the crop and roughly dragged the pencil skirt up, forcing it higher until I had her naked arse, pink with welts, in front of me. Linda was sobbing with pain but moaning with desire, wriggling her arse in front of me, she looked so sexy like that with her stockings and those high heels.
As I struggled to undo and drop my trousers Linda looked over her shoulder at me, her lush painted lips parted as she panted with lust, "Oh come on David, I need it now!" she spat; even though I had beat her and was going to take her she still somehow had control, I was dominating her like this because she wanted it, when she wanted it stopped it would cease instantly and we'd move on to whatever she desired next. Linda unzipped her pencil skirt and stepped out of it, wriggling her pert arse again at me as she bent over the desk again.
Freed at last I grabbed myself and guided the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy, she was so aroused I could see her juices had started to ooze down the inside of her thighs, she was ready for this, and as she demanded I get to work I slid my hands onto her hips, holding her tight , and oh so slowly, oh so gently, slid inside her, slowly moving deeper and deeper, holding her still, stopping her from wriggling and pushing back, not letting her have any control over my penetration.
She moaned and gasped, at my mercy still, as I filled her, pushing so slowly, I was trembling with the need to control myself, until finally I was hard up against her lovely arse. I gulped in huge breaths of air and as I allowed her to move she started to grind herself on my cock, writhing her arse against me as she relished the feel of me deep inside her. She looked back over her shoulder at me again, smiling, her eyes bright and alive.
"That's felt good, thank you, but now I need you to take me, use me. I just have to get fucked like this, please..." and how could anyone resist that? I took a better grip of her hips, slowly withdrew most of the way out of her, and as I heard her disappointed moan as she felt me pull back I pushed hard into her, as deep as I could. Her gasp was enough to set me off, rutting like a wild man, I hung into her hips with all my strength, pounding myself in and out of her, thrusting myself forward and pulling her hard onto me as I pushed forward. Panting and gasping as I fucked her as hard as I could, she was crying out when I slammed myself deep into her while pulling her onto me at the same time, I could feel myself getting close and Linda was now just moaning and wailing with pleasure.
"Soon, please soon" she gasped, wriggling on my cock, twisting herself against me as we fucked like crazy, I was grunting and groaning as I felt myself build towards my orgasm, I screwed her harder and faster, sweat running down my body, dripping onto her rounded bottom as I leant forward over her arse, she was frantically fingering her clit now, balancing herself on the edge of her own orgasm, waiting for me and as I gulped in a huge lungful of air, to expel it in an animal cry as I exploded inside her, she tipped herself over the edge and shrieked as she came on my cock. I was in her deeper than ever as I throbbed and pulsed inside her hot pussy, she was grinding herself back onto me to stretch out her own pleasure as she rocked forward and back, screwing the last amount of pleasure from my prick as I collapsed down onto her back, wrecked and exhausted.
Somehow Linda managed to stand upright as I slid out of her and collapsed at her feet, moaning as I felt myself leave the warm wetness of her cunt. She looked down at me as I curled into a ball and gently kicked me.
"Time to tidy yourself up David, and for me to get ready for work" she said, smirking as I just groaned, "You've got a clean shirt and trousers in the bathroom, but I'll be using it first I think". She strutted across the floor to my office bathroom, calling out just as she closed the door "First meeting is at nine thirty with Don and Sue, and you're taking me out shopping this evening, I want you to buy me a pair of gloves!".
Strange how the balance of power shifts sometimes, isn't it?
The End.
A Tease to End All Teases
When Erin and I were dating, before we even got engaged, we found out something about each other that no one else knew. We both loved teasing. Sexual teasing.
No, we hadn't done it before, it just happened one weekend with the two of us. We tied one another up and teased and stimulated each other until we each begged for relief.
Weird? Maybe but it sure brought us some fantastic orgasms. It even surprised me that Erin was quite as imaginative and lovingly sadistic in her teasing of me.
So, this added some fun spice to our sex which we brought into our marriage. We bought some light bondage items like ties, cuffs and blindfolds, some of the nicer things for neither of us liked pain and some of the farther-out aspects, just some heavy teasing.
I got her good not long ago when I tied her up one Saturday afternoon blindfolded and spreadeagled on our bed as I tickled and teased her with feathers on her nipples and pussy and inner thighs and underarms where she's especially sensitive. Then there were little licks and tongue-flicks here and there, all over an hour or so.
I had her collection of sex toys out on the bed and used each vibrator on different parts of her body and in different ways. One I put deep inside her as I used another on her clit. She went wild at that and had a massive orgasm.
Then I went back to the more subtle feather. She was squirming as I feathered her open pussy and licked along her inner thighs.
"Oh, Damon, you've just got to fuck me, I'm so hot, so horny. I want you to fuck me right now, I can't wait," she pleaded. I knew she was loving it. I'd put her through four orgasms already and she wanted more. I knew she did too.
"Phil and Hank are on their way over, they both know I've got you tied to the bed and they can't wait to fuck you."
"You didn't? They're really not are they? I'll never speak to you again if it's true. Tell me it's part of the tease?"
"Hon, they both are so excited, I asked them the other day. Then I called them a while ago and told them you're all stretched out for them," I told her as I drew the feather, now wet with her juices, across her slit.
"You bastard, you better be kidding is all I can say."
Then I went out of the room and eased the front door open and rang the bell.
Opening the door, I yelled out a "Hello, guys, come in, she's ready for you," and made some muffled conversation like it was between the three of us. I had been naked all along and now opened up our bedroom door and peeked in.
"Oh, yeah, she's ready. Go fuck her good," and I walked in and got up on the bed between her legs and pushed right up inside her.
"It's just you, isn't it? God, you had me going there for a while. I thought I was going to have three guys fucking me. But this is what I want, just my own lover, mmm, fuck me good, I'm so ready."
And I did. And, right when she had an orgasm, she asked again, "It is you, Damon? Say something."
Then I said, "You fuck her now, Phil, go ahead," and I pushed back into her and began fucking her hard. She just didn't know for sure until I took the blindfold off and she saw for sure that it was just me.
"You bastard. You had me going. I didn't think your two buddies were
fucking me, but...well, I wasn't positive. I'll get you back, mark my word."
She still talks about that episode and how it had so turned her on so much.
Several months went by and we continued to play with each other when we had time and then one upcoming Saturday we had planned on a long session for me.
After breakfast, she took me in our bedroom and handcuffed me to the bedposts and tied my ankles to the lower corners of the bed. Then, with a feather, we both loved the tickling of feathers on our erogenous areas, she was just touching the tip of my cock with the feather, just circling the head around and around.
Then she got up and came back with a leather blindfold and my iPod and put them both on me so I couldn't see or hear other than the music it was playing.
Next, I felt the sliding of her lips down over the tip of my cock as she started sucking me in the wondrous way she has of circling her tongue around the tip and she pulls on it. Then, suddenly she stopped and there's no more action.
In about five minutes, I felt the bed move and a tongue began licking across the tip of my cock, then a soft blowing which sent a chill up my spine, then more licking, then nothing.
This went on for a while and as I began feeling the feather tip across my cockhead, I told her I was going to have to piss pretty soon. The bed moved and a minute later she pulled an earbud out and told me to use the bedpan she had for me as I felt my cock being pushed down onto the cold enamel.
Well, okay, I thought, and relaxed my bladder and emptied it. I felt her wipe the tip with a tissue, then feather the tip again which instantly hardened me as she ran the feather up and down along my shaft then sucked me another minute or two.
Another period of nothing. She had kept me there for what seemed like hours giving me just the right amount of stimulation to keep my cock rock-hard.
I thought I was hearing patches of voices during the quieter parts of the music, women's voices. Then, they got louder so I could hear them during most of the music, not that I could clearly hear what they were saying, but there was laughing and such.
Then, it seemed that my entire body was covered with hands, female hands, rubbing, caressing, one petting my balls, another wrapped around my cock moving erotically up and down, hands everywhere.
Soon, the tip of my cock was being sucked as a hand moved stroking my shaft while other lips began sucking on my nipples and tongues slid around on my body, my neck, my stomach, just all over. The sucking on my cock was fabulous, it could have been Erin but I really wasn't sure. All I knew was it was someone who knew how to make a man happy and really got off herself in doing it.
Then, the mouth lifted off and I felt a cool liquid dribbling down my cock, a thick, slippery liquid. A hand surrounded my shaft and began stroking me in long, steady strokes, the gel just making it feel so, so good.
Well, it was all I could take as I felt the release of my cum spurting out as the slippery hand continued up and down, not stopping, not slowing down, just continuing my pleasure.
Then, I felt myself being licked clean of my cum by at least three tongues, one with long hair dragging across my thigh as it was licked away. Then, it was over, no more touching, nothing.
Some time went by, then I felt my blindfold being taken off to see my wife, beautifully naked as she kissed me softly as her hand began stroking me.
"I've really got to piss, hon, let me up," I begged.
"Not until you get me off," she said as she swung a leg up over me and dropped her wet pussy onto my mouth. Well, as full as my bladder was, I tried every oral trick I had to get her off in record time and it worked. I was soon up and in the bathroom pissing like never before.
So, that's how Erin got me back. She's never told me who the women were or how many there were. I've guessed who a few may be, two girlfriends from her office, an old college friend but she won't tell me for sure. I've asked if one was my sister, Deb, but she just smiles and rolls her eyes. I think there were at least four, probably five, maybe six. There were hands just all over me, that I'll never forget.
I keep hoping for a next time.
The End.
Secretary Sammy
"I'll be heading home in a few minutes dear, Samantha's just finishing up a few things around here," Darren Baxter told his wife.
"Honestly dear, I know Samantha is a very efficient secretary and always has your back, but she's such a drudge," His wife sighed. "You couldn't manage to hire someone more attractive to man the front desk? She dresses like a 1960's schoolteacher or a librarian."
"Now dear," He chided her. "You just said it yourself; I never have to worry about anything with Samantha around. I couldn't run things around here without her and the customers love her – she knows all of our regulars by name and can place all of their orders in minutes," Darren told her. "Baxter Fabrics wouldn't be where it is today if it weren't for Sammy, she's a gem."
"All right dear, you're probably right, safe trip home," She responded. "I won't be here when you get home, it's my Bridge night, remember? I've left you a chicken dinner, it's in the fridge, all you need do is warm it up."
"Thanks sweetheart, have a nice time," Darren said as he hung up the phone. Samantha was doing a few last-minute things on the computer, checking inventory and updating files. He said good night and left for the day.
Samantha was just shutting down the computer and about to go home herself when the phone rang. "Baxter Fabrics," She answered in her most courteous, professional manner.
"Has he gone home?"
A sweet smile crossed her face. If Darren's wife had seen her now, she already looked less like a drudge. "Yes, he went home about 10 minutes ago," She told the caller.
"He's such a slave to routine, how do you stand it?" The caller asked Samantha.
"Now, now, if he wasn't so precise, things wouldn't have happened the way they did," Samantha answered. "We both know he's a lamb and he treats me like gold."
"I'm on my way over," The caller told Samantha. ""Will you stay and wait for me?"
Samantha chuckled. "We both know the answer to that one, don't we?"
Samantha felt her spirits lift. Nights like these got her through the weeks, the dull routine, living at home with her parents under their ever-watchful eyes. She was 24 and ought to have been on her own, but rents were so expensive and she wanted to live in a nice, spacious apartment. Next year, she would have her own place and an entirely different Samantha would be revealed to the world. For now, the only thing that she could do was simply bide her time.
She waited at the office door and smiled brightly when Dominique walked in. Tall, regal, imperial and every bit as beautiful as the day she had been when they first met. She walked towards the 39-year old blonde and they kissed. It was far from the kiss of friends, it was the kiss of lovers who craved each other's bodies, craved intimate human contact.
"I've missed you," Dominique smiled as she removed her wide-brimmed hat. As always, her pale blue eyes danced with merriment.
"Silly, it hasn't even been a week since we last saw each other," Samantha smiled as she took off her horn-rimmed glasses. Already, she was taking on a different look, one that was softer and more feminine.
"It's been too long without feeling your touch, my sweet darling," Dominique purred, stretching out on the large sofa in Darren Baxter's private office. "One of the few things that make my life bearable is the time I spend with you."
"Flatterer," Samantha smiled as she sat down beside her lover. "I'm still so glad you approached me at that party and that you were bold enough to ask me."
"I knew," Dominique said, touching Samantha's cheek. "I knew that under those dull clothes that you were hot and spicy, that you were a naughty girl hiding from the rest of the world. No one else could see it, but I could – it was in your eyes." She kissed Samantha again and they melted easily into each other's arms. Their lips parted and Dominique let out a breathy little sigh. "Will you please get out of those frumpy clothes, I want to see what you have on underne
ath."
Dominique knew from time spent together that her lover would not disappoint. The exterior was to keep the wolves at bay and for the most part, it worked. Some men saw through the austere facade and they were gently rebuffed. No one suspected the truly kinky little slut that lured beneath the thin veneer of respectability. The same was true of Dominique, although she was flashy and married to a wealthy man, there were dark, perverse, hidden desires that she dared not voice. Not until Samantha entered her life.
Samantha's plain, checkered skirt had already dropped to the floor and as Dominique knew she would be, the younger woman was wearing stockings held up by real garter belts. The 5'7" blonde had lovely legs which she kept covered up most of the time in calf-length skirts or business suits. A few inches taller and Samantha could easily have modeled. "I don't think I could have resisted the temptation of all those sexy women," Sammy confessed to Dominique one warm, lazy afternoon in bed.
She let her hair down and the drab updo tumbled into streaked, sexy waves of gold and brown. Her eyes now looked at Dominique with undisguised hunger, daring her lover to give as good as she got.
Dominique was, as ever, up for the challenge. She got out of her designer dress, laughing as she tossed it nonchalantly to the floor. Her lingerie matched her dress, designer, high quality and slinky as all get-out. Black patterned stockings and stiletto heels polished to a gleaming shine completed the ensemble. She pushed the delectable secretary on to her back and got on top of her, two gorgeous pair of tits mashing together.
"I'm going to fuck you raw, my little dyke slut," Dominique purred.
"Big talk and talk is cheap," Samantha challenged her. "Let's see you do it, actions speak louder than words."
Dominique laughed, their play was part of the fun and it kept them both on their toes. Her lips crushed to Samantha's in a seeking, needy kiss. The two women ground their bodies against one another, neither yielding an inch of ground as they began their erotic dance.
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