S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  “What. Is everything okay?” she asked.

  “Put your hands on your desk Vee,” I demanded in a low definitive tone as I approached her desk and gave her a soft kiss.

  “Excuse me?” she asked as our lips parted.

  “The desk, Vee. The big square thing in front of you covered with paperwork. Put your fuckin’ hands on it and don’t move,” I grunted as I turned toward her office door and closed it.

  I could have closed the door on my way in, but I wanted to give her time to think about it and make the event a little more dramatic. Her mind worked a hundred miles an hour with all situations; trying to figure everything out before it happened. She was a typical attorney, I suppose. I stood at the door and turned around to face her desk. With her hands firm on the edge of the desk, she looked up and smiled.

  “You know when I texted you earlier and asked what you were wearing?” I shrugged my shoulders and grinned.

  She smiled and nodded her head, slightly bent over the desk with her back arched a little.

  “Well, saying black skirt was the wrong answer. It made me horny. I’m horny all the damned time since we started this fuckin’ mess we’re in,” I grunted as I walked to her desk.

  “How do you turn the music up and down in this place?” I asked.

  “Oh God. Uhhm. It’s the remote on the desk, it’s…” she stood up and began to look over the desk.

  “On the desk, Vee. I’ll find it,” I said as I walked behind her and rolled her chair across the floor and into the window frame.

  I stood behind Vee and pressed my hips against her ass as I looked over her desk for the remote.

  “Here we go,” I said as I picked it up from the desk.

  I pressed the plus button on the remote three times, turning up the music to a level Tonia could hear for sure. I wanted her to know what we were doing. Considering all things, the horny, freshly divorced bitch was probably outside the door listening to what we were doing.

  “Are you, going to…”

  I reached around and cupped my hand tightly over her mouth before she finished speaking.

  “Here’s the deal, Vee. I gotta go meet that kid I met the other day, Austin. I’m gonna train him how to fight. But I looked at my watch and noticed I had twenty extra minutes. Now, considering where your office is, where the gym is and the fact I can split traffic and haul ass back to the gym, I figure I got maybe six, no five minutes extra. Yep, looks like five. So, I ain’t got a lot of time for fuckin’ talkin’,” I unzipped my shorts and started stroking my cock.

  I pulled her skirt over her waist and kicked the inside of her shoes lightly, “Spread ‘em.”

  She immediately stepped to the side with each leg, moving her feet shoulder width apart. I grabbed the waist of her panties on my hand and began to pull them down her hips. I looked down and realized short of her raising her feet from the floor, there was no removing the panties from her legs. I clenched my jaw and yanked on the waist, ripping the panties in two. As I did, she grunted into the palm of my hand. I tossed the panties on the desk in front of her face.

  “Now, let’s check,” I hesitated and slid my left hand between her legs.

  Her pussy was soaked. She had told me a week or so prior all I had to do was walk into the room and she got wet. I guess she wasn’t lying, because she was absolutely soaked. I pressed my first two fingers into her pussy up to the web of my hand. As I slowly slid them in and out, she moaned into my hand and my cock became rigid. I bent over and pressed my chest into her back, positioning my mouth beside her left ear.

  “You feel those two fingers in that little bitty pussy of yours?” I breathed into her ear.

  She squeaked into my hand and nodded her head.

  “Well, I’m going to need to put one more in there,” I said as I pulled my hand back and slowly forced a third finger inside of her.

  She moaned as I forced them inside of her slowly.

  “You know why I had to do that?” I whispered into her ear.

  She turned her hear to the left, looked into my eyes, and raised her eyebrows.

  I pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy twice, slowly. Her pussy was now dripping wet and soaking my entire hand.

  “Because I have a big fucking cock, Vee. If I just shove it in you, you’ll scream. If you scream, Tonia will come in here. If Tonia comes in here, I’ll put her ass to work, holding you down on the desk while I fuck you. Now I don’t know Tonia like that, so I think it’s just best we keep her out of this,” I whispered into her ear.

  She nodded her head eagerly.

  “See, babe. I’m always thinking,” I sighed.

  “You feel that big cock against your thigh?” I bit her ear and spoke through my teeth.

  She nodded and sighed into my hand. I slowly pulled my finger from her pussy and guided my cock inside of her. As I slowly pushed it in, I released her mouth and slid my hand down to her neck. Gripping it tightly in my hand, I pulled rearward, forcing her to arch her back. I pushed my cock all the way in and rocked my hips upward.

  “I like this little pussy of yours, Vee. It makes my cock feel really big. Oh wait, my cock is really big,” I softly chuckled as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

  “Holy fuck, Ripp. I can’t…” she strained to talk, my hand still squeezing tight on her neck.

  “I can’t…”

  “Well, if you don’t like it slow, let’s do this,” I growled.

  I squeezed her neck in my right hand as I pulled her toward me. I reached up with my left hand, gathered her hair in my fingers and pulled it about as hard as I could. As her hair became tight, I began to fuck her as hard and fast as I was able. My hips smacking against her ass made a slapping sound. The force I was fucking her with caused the desk to begin to move across the floor as the sound of my hips against her ass echoed throughout the office. She grunted each time I buried my cock into her. As I pulled her hair to the side, I looked down and into her eyes.

  “Fucking hell…” she grumbled through her clenched teeth.

  “Oh…”

  “Oh…”

  I could tell from her breathing she was close to climax.

  “Vee, I’m going to have to get to the gym,” I grunted as I slammed my cock into her.

  “I need you to finish. I need you to cum all over my big fat cock,” I muttered as I continued to fuck her as hard as I could.

  “It’ll,” I forced myself into her until the desk moved an inch.

  “Make,” I slid my cock out to the tip and forced it back in deeply.

  “Me,” I pulled out and hesitated.

  “Happy,” I said as I began to fuck her like a jackhammer.

  I pulled her hair and squeezed her neck as I pounded her pussy full of cock. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the office. She began to grunt and moan as I felt her pussy contract.

  “Ripp?” she grunted.

  I pounded myself into her.

  “It’ll make me happy baby,” I growled.

  My hips slapped against her ass repeatedly as I forced myself into her.

  Her pussy convulsed as it contracted. Her hands slapped the desk. She slapped again. And again. And again…

  And.

  Again.

  I released her neck and hair. Slowly, I stopped fucking her and held my cock in her deep.

  “Holy shit,” she sighed, “that was intense.”

  “Yeah, I wonder if Tonia heard you slapping the desk,” I laughed.

  “I’ll tell her something,” she said over her shoulder, her breath choppy and labored.

  “So, you’re going to act like we weren’t fucking?” I asked as I slowly slid my cock from her pussy.

  “Uhhm. I’m certainly not going to tell her,” she sighed.

  She slowly stood from her bent over position and turned to face me.

  “I can move my desk back, brush my hair, and act like nothing happened,” she said.

  “Get on your knees,” I demanded.

  “Pfft
. Even if you cum on my face, I can fix it. I’m not scared of you,” she said as she lowered herself down on the floor.

  As she knelt in front of me and grasped my cock in her hand, I pulled it from her grasp.

  “Hold still,” I smiled.

  As she looked up with eyes full of wonder, I slapped her as hard as I could across the face with my cock. The look of shock that washed over her was priceless. A red welt began to show up on her cheek as she raised her hand to her face.

  “Stand up,” I said.

  Slowly she stood as she rubbed her cheek. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. As I held her, I moved her hair to the side and whispered in her ear.

  “I gotta get babe. I’ll try and hide this hard cock in my shorts and let myself out. Just stay in here hidden for a bit, and she’ll never see the red welt on your face,” I kissed her cheek as I leaned away from her.

  “That was really unexpected. Is it okay if I liked it?” she asked.

  “Okay by me. Kind of like fuckin’ and fighting at the same time,” I laughed as I pulled up my shorts.

  She shook her head as I stuffed my semi-rigid cock into my shorts and zipped them up. I pulled my tee shirt over the crotch and smiled. I shook my head at the sight of the large red welt on her face.

  “I’ll let myself out. Hide in here, okay?” I said as I leaned into her and kissed her lips.

  “Have fun. Damn. What a treat that was,” she said as she picked her torn panties up from the desk and ran her fingers through her matted hair.

  I leaned into the corner of her desk and pressed my leg against it, positioning it back to where it was. As I opened the door to walk out, I turned and smiled, “I’ll close this behind me.”

  She nodded.

  “Bye babe,” she whispered.

  I closed the door behind me and walked to the end of the hall, pressing against my cock with my hands as I did. Slowly, it was going soft. By the time I got on my bike, I’d be fine; a small price to pay for treating Vee to a little office sex.

  As I passed Tonia’s desk, she smiled and waved, “Bye Ripp.”

  “See ya, Tonia,” I waved as I walked toward the elevator.

  Awwe, fuck it.

  “Tonia?” I turned around and faced her desk.

  “Yes, Ripp,” she arched her back and looked over the top of the monitor.

  “I almost forgot. Vee wants to see you. She said to just go on in,” I smiled.

  “Okay,” she said as she stood from her chair.

  Well, there’ll be no hiding it now.

  VEE. My back arched and my eyes watered as he pulled the belt which was cinched around my neck a little tighter. We’d been fucking for two hours and I was nothing short of an exhausted, shaking, emotional mess. Using items around the house for BDSM pleasure may not be the safest thing to do, but it sure proved to be effective. Additionally, we both believed the spur of the moment type of sex was far more enjoyable than planned adventures with store bought toys.

  He pulled the belt tighter as he forced himself into my wet pussy. I bit my lip and groaned. As I arched my back to the point of pain to relieve some of the pressure on my neck, the dried wax on my chest and stomach cracked and fell onto the bed.

  “What did I tell you, my sexy little brunette beast? What the fuck did I tell you?” he growled as his hand slapped my ass.

  The slap forced me forward and added a little pressure to the belt around my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head as I opened my mouth and attempted to speak.

  “Ten, sir. Ten,” I grunted as I continued to bite my lip.

  I inhaled a shallow breath and tasted the light scent of the burning candle which filled the air of the room. I closed my eyes and waited for him to let me have it.

  “That’s fucking right. Ten. And how many times have you cum? How fucking many?” he hollered as he slapped my ass.

  My pussy felt as if it were on fire. The ache was both annoying and an assurance of what we had been doing for several hours now. For the most part, it was a welcome annoyance. With Ripp I stayed wet for hours, but pounding me with his pierced cock literally pummeled my pussy into a swollen mess. Over time, he had figured out how to keep me from cumming. Slapping my ass and changing positions didn’t allow me to relax. To cum, I needed to focus and/or relax, even if for only a few seconds. I felt the tension on the belt begin to relax.

  This son-of-a-bitch.

  “Time to change it up,” he bellowed.

  His hands gripped my hips and quickly flipped me onto my back. As I looked up at him, I sighed. I closed my eyes and smiled.

  Wrong thing to do.

  “What? You fuckin’ bored?” he howled.

  On his knees and in between my legs, he looked down at me and shook his head.

  “Bite that lip,” he demanded as he reached for the candle.

  As his left hand covered my eyes, he pressed my head firmly into the comforter. I felt the hot wax dripping onto my left nipple. The wax already covering them kept the burning sensation minimal. We had learned shading my eyes while dripping hot wax on me was far more pleasurable for us both. For me, not knowing when it was coming was extremely sensual.

  “Hell, you probably can’t even feel it, can you?” he whispered.

  I didn’t respond. Clenching my teeth and biting my lip, I waited. A few seconds passed.

  “Bend your fucking knees and point that little honey pot of yours up in the air for me, I’m going to beat it up some more,” he demanded as he continued to press his hand over my eyes.

  I bent my knees until my sneakers were against the cheeks of my ass grabbed my shins with my hands and pulled myself backward, pointing my pussy straight up. A few seconds passed.

  “How’s my pussy?” he asked.

  “Good,” I responded.

  “How’s my pussy,” he grunted again.

  “Holy fucking shit!” I screamed as the hot wax came in contact with my swollen clit.

  I sighed as I felt the bed shift and heard him place the candle on the night stand. I felt his fingers on my clit, removing the small portion of wax he had dripped onto me.

  “We don’t want that being shoved up in there, now do we?” he asked.

  “No sir,” I responded.

  His hand moved from covering my eyes as he pressed his hips against the back of my thighs. I watched as he took his right hand, grasped the base of his cock, and began flicking the pierced tip along my soaking wet pussy. From bottom to top, he flipped the tip along my swollen pussy, tapping the ring which pierced his cock against my clit.

  “Watch me do this, damn you,” he demanded.

  “I am,” I whispered as I watched the tip glide across my pussy lips.

  The muscles on his arms flared as he moved his cock. Slightly bent over, his stomach muscles rippled from the fuck me lines on his abdomen to his lower chest. I looked up at his unshaven face and tried to refrain from smiling.

  “Don’t argue with me,” he grunted as he looked up.

  “Yes sir,” I sighed.

  I watched as he continued. As he inhaled a breath, his massive chest swelled. I felt my body tingle each time the ring came in contact with my clit. I closed my eyes. I was so close. If he stuck his cock in me, I’d cum in a second. He knew it and he was torturing me. Methodically, and predictably, his cock continued to slide up to my clit until he flicked it with the ring. The tingling was becoming more like an electric shock. I was done. I opened my eyes, afraid of repercussion if he caught me not watching him torture me.

  A puddle of emotion, tears, cum and candle wax, I laid motionless on the bed with my knees to my chest. I watched as a tattooed two hundred and thirty pound tattooed maniac smiled and tortured my clit into a swollen nub. This was what I thought I wanted. This was what I prayed for. This was what I spent five years reading about. This was my dream.

  This was Michael Allen Ripton at work.

  And I watched, grateful he was mine.

  “I’m getting bored,” he sighed as he loo
ked down into my eyes.

  I did my best to keep from smiling. I wanted him. Ten inches of thick, pierced, throbbing cock attached to the meanest, most protective, sex crazed maniac in Texas. The combination was sheer heaven.

  “Fuck it, I want that pussy,” he breathed.

  Thank God.

  “Who’s pussy is this,” he asked as he shook his cock at my pussy.

  “Yours, Ripp. Ripp’s pussy,” I looked up at the ceiling and screamed.

  “Mine,” he bellowed as he slowly pushed himself into me.

  I gasped as I felt the tip bottom out inside of me. This position, of all positions, ensured every last inch of him was inside of me. It was painful, but I loved it the same. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I felt him slide in and out twice.

  Here it comes.

  My entire body felt as if was shaking. Tremors filled me from my ass to my nipples. Holy fuck, I can’t breathe. Confused, I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I closed them again. My body began to tingle all over as I felt the tension within me build.

  His cock slid out and then back to bottom. Out, and then back in to bottom. Out again, and then…

  I came.

  Hard.

  “Ohhhhhhh…”

  “Fuuuuuckkk,” I groaned.

  I opened my eyes to a blurry room. My pussy contracted from deep within, clenching his cock like a vise.

  Slowly and steadily he continued to fuck me, his cock swelling inside of me. I continued to cum as I heard his breathing become labored.

  And he exploded.

  The force of his orgasm inside of me felt like I had been poked. As his warm cum filled me I opened my eyes and smiled. No matter what means caused us to reach this level of pleasure, our simultaneous climax made me want to become a little girl again and cry. I had fallen head over god damned heels for Michael and sharing myself with him made me feel full - it was if I was going to explode. The emotion of having everything I wanted in one man was more than I could take at times, and certainly more than I felt I ever deserved.

  “Oh fuuuuck, babe,” he groaned slowly as he looked down at me and collapsed onto my chest.

  He turned his head and kissed the left side of my neck. Goosebumps developed on my left arm as he did. I twisted my neck and forced his mouth from my neck with my cheek.