by Alexis Angel
Fuuuuuck. Her soft sooty eyelashes flutter closes and I watch her breathing still.
I knew she felt it, too. Something we shared in our eyes today. We both understood each other so much more. In just eye fucking and wordless glances, in share breathes even when I was physically standing several feet away from Jenny in the middle of leading meetings, no, we were sharing that air. Our thoughts were on the same wavelength.
“Good night, Jenny,” I whisper, kissing her forehead and holding her against me.
I don’t remember falling asleep. The whole next day, I keep her blindfolded but otherwise naked in my office. It adds to the suspense and I don’t have to see her face reacting to the raw need painting my own face.
“End of the day,” I announce finally. It couldn’t get here fast enough. Everyone is out of the building now, I have the notification on my phone, for what they think is a maintenance call. Really, I just don’t want to share any of the sounds or sights I’m about to worshipfully partake in.
Swinging my virgin over my shoulder, I cart her off to the conference room. If Jenny planned to say anything, she loses that chance when, words stolen in a yelp.
I feel her tight little nipples poking against my skin and I want to put her breasts in my mouth now. I am as gentle as I can manage when I put her down on the table. I graze my mouth down her supple skin, tasting every inch of her. I spread her legs apart with my hands wide as I can. Jenny bucks onto my mouth and I ravish her sweet pussy. My tongue, my fingers, my nose — I’m a ravenous man. I can’t hold back anymore, I need to have her, every inch of her being has to belong to me. I have to taste her cum on my lips and feel her pussy get ready for me, and I’m going to fuck her. I can’t wait anymore, after she cuts, I have to have her. But I’m not going to tell her that.
“Fuck, Darren, god!” She yells out and her hands tangle in my hair. Her body spasms around me and I lap up all of her cum, tasting her desire as the sweet nectar it is.
I bring a hand up to remove her blindfold. She smiles, half dizzy from the orgasm still wracking her body, but she tugs it back down.
“No,” Jenny says playfully. “I’ll be so good, I will, later, but I need you to really take my virginity. Fuck me. Let me feel that perfect cock deep in my pussy. Cum in me. I want to cum on your cock,” Jenny is panting, her heavy breathing making her breasts bounce in a very distracting way.
Well it would be distracting if not for the words making my brain malfunction. I’ve never heard anything so sexy in my life and I think that I might explode right now. Fuck, no one has ever had even a fraction of this much of an effect on me. I crave her so much it is dangerous to my health if I don’t fuck her.
There can’t be any waiting now.
“You are so good,” I say, cupping her cheek with the hand that was touching the blindfold. “You’re a very good girl. You’re going to be an even better bad girl, though. We both know that.” I bring my mouth up to sink my teeth into her stomach for just a moment and taste how her breathing shakes her body.
Jenny
"I can't wait to sink my cock so deep in your pussy, Jenny,” Darren says in the voice that must be the one he uses when he scolds employees and stuff, like there's an edge to it that makes me tremble. If I didn’t feel that I could completely trust him, then I’d think it was frightening. Really, it jus turns me on more. This clearly isn’t jus this saying something sexy to me. It is him saying an undeniable truth that we both feel.
Holding back the urge to say anything and focusing on my breathing, I say nothing. Do nothing. I want to be good. I like when Darren tells me that I’m good.
“But first, I’ll spank you for all of that disobedience. You know you’ve needed this discipline. You want it. I see your pussy getting even wetter just at me mentioning it.” I hear Darren inhale sharply and he turns me over, pulling my legs up so that my ass is up in the air. I feel his teeth sink into my skin for a moment and I yelp.
God, this is all so new to me. I don’t know what to expect but I desperately want everything he has to offer. When his teeth release me I hear him pull out one of the conference chairs and sit in it. His hands are my thighs.
"Get over my knee," Darren says. His voice is thick. Oh, that's more than just lust…there’s a commanding presence in his voice, not unlike how he speaks in meetings. It turns me on to think of myself as his little subordinate, as his property right now. I was freaked out no doubt but I’m also very, very turned on it. But I’m so confused!
Is he really going to spank me?
He's bending me over his knee?
Well, I feel something warm pooling inside me. I am so much wetter just thinking about his.
Spanking is kinda weird though, right? I hover over Darren’s body for a second. But pulls me down, my breasts smashing against his legs. My nipples get hard at the feel of his body heat against them.
I'm thankful that spankings happen on the butt, because his teeth there did feel good.
"You were so bad but now you're so good,” Darren croons. I don’t know to make sense of how aroused I am by this moment. By those words. They just feel right.
"I can't believe how long you lasted. You wanted to be good for me, didn't you, Jenny?” Darren’s voice sends dark shivers through my body. His hands are so close to my bared ass, my exposed pussy that’s still so sensitive from him going down on me.
"Yes, Darren,” I answer. I think I am allowed to answer. The way his voice shoots thrills through me, I have to answer him. I have to release my voice trapped inside of me. I have to do something about all this lust and tension in me right now.
Darren exhales, and speaks in measured words. ”I have to punish you, but I'll reward you as well. You've earned both and the discipline, the rules, they’re important.”
There’s a lot to what he’s said, and it is weird, but I feel like I totally get it?! I love that I get it but I also don’t get it…but I don’t know what to do about that. I can’t just ask him. I don’t exactly want to have a conversation right now anyway.
Darren’s sensual voice turns my body to cinders. He's dripping with heat, making me ache for him. I hear the lust in his voice, the promise, and I need it. I need pleasure, pain, punishment, reward. I just can't be trapped in nothingness or need like this. I want to beg, but I don't know what I can say because he’s only going to fuck me when he’s ready to.
"Squirm for me Jenny, you look so good doing it," Darren growls smugly. He knows that he’s making me crazy. “Your fine ass and pretty pussy will get everything they deserve, so soon.” He’s almost laughing, in a dark and damn near sinister way. This is so wicked. So wicked and so hot.
Darren knows the real torture he's inflicting. I'm so eager I can't help but writhe.
Then Darren’s hands slap down on my pussy. Hard, smacking, right on my wet pussy!
I squeal right away at the impact, it mixing with the wet sound.
The vibrating tremor running through my body makes me ache with more need even though he already make me cum. More lustful pressure builds in my stomach. I push my ass up to present myself to him and I squirm more, partly because he told me he liked it and partly because I am just reacting to his touch. Darren pulls me down to his lap and holds me down tight, and sinks his fingers inside my pussy.
Then he spanks my ass.
"Darren!” I cry out, gasping. How can he spank my pussy and my ass and make me feel like this at all? I want him to fuck me! Why is he spanking me at all? And why does he now shove his thick fingers inside my pussy? I need his cock, and I know Darren wants to fuck me.
But it feels so good.
My pussy is clenching around him because those fingers make me ache with need. God, so fucking good. That must be why he’s doing this.
"Oh god!” I scream out, unable to hold back my reaction. Every smack down on my ass heightens the lust boiling my blood. I’m shaking. It hurts in this weird way that feels so good. He spanks and fingers me and I am dying over here. How can it feel so go
od when he’s not fucking me yet? How can I want this so much? I don’t understand what’s happening to me now because I don’t know how I’ll be able to take that enormous cock if he’s doing this to me with his fingers. I don’t understand why Darren’s doing this instead of fucking me with his cock but like maybe it is because of just how damn good this feels. I don’t know why I seem to like it. Why I don’t want it to stop. I mean, I want him to stop and fuck me but I also…don’t want this to be over.
"You be as vocal as you like, Jenny. Music to my goddamn ears," Darren growls.
I didn’t realize I was moaning as much as I was and crying out random things until he said that. I’m allowed to talk when he takes the words out of my mouth…through my pussy. Well, yesterday was my day of silence. Today I’m bare and I belong to him, take his punishment and take his reward.
I am trembling, shivering, shaking around him. His fingers in my pussy feel so damn good feeling me up I am screaming for them. I don't know how they can feel so good. If they feel this good, then Darren’s thick cock inside me might kill me from the pleasure.
Oh, god, no, don’t think about that. I am trying so hard to stop thinking about what it would be like for his huge cock to dive into my pussy and sink into me until I’m breathing him in.
I can barely think about anything about how much I need him.
“Stop thinking and give in to the pleasure,” Darren commands in that take-charge-in-the-boardroom voice that makes my whole body quiver. “And I’ll even help you get out of your own head,” he says with a dark laugh that sends chills through my body.
Darren's spanking hand comes down hard, and when I cry out, that hand comes to my mouth. Clamps over it. His other hands pumps his fingers faster into my pussy and I scream against his hand over my mouth. I feel the ecstasy and pleasure building up inside of me, and his hand trails down my neck and chokes around my throat.
And his fingers slide out of my pussy just before I can orgasm.
"Darren, please, oh please," I start begging. He was right. I am out of my head right now. Out of my fucking mind because I am begging this torture to never stop, to keep going somewhere that I don’t even know where it is going.
Damien’s choking me hard, but that's not why I'm begging. I need to cum and he stopped me. That’s why I am begging. God, he’s not hurting me, he’s making everything feel so good that I’m so fucking confused. Because I cannot focus on anything but the fluttering, tense agony of the pressure building within me and he’s keeping on the edge with no control over my body. I’m deeply in his control and I’m terrified. Terrified because I don’t fear Darren right now. All I fear is that he’ll stop. Silence was bad enough, but this would be murder if he didn’t let me come now. I need Darren so much that my body is starting to make little promises of trade, I’ll do anything to cum. I writhe, I whimper, I gasp. I don’t know what to do.
Darren’s fingers squeeze at my neck and I feel like a warning shot has gone off. ”You wanna cum, baby girl, but you forgot that you're being punished. Your reward is over," Darren says with no trace of humor. He’s serious, and he sounds like the calm before a storm personified.
“Over?!" I yelp, gasping as he releases my throat. My reward? How could that be my reward. I didn’t get to have an orgasm. That was my punishment, right?
No. That was the reward. Here comes punishment.
He sets me back up against his lap and my legs wrap around him. I start to grind on him, instinctually needing to hump him like some kind of animal. I know Darren wants me and I begged him to fuck me. Can’t he give me what we both want? I don’t know much about sex but I know that I feel his erection knocking at the door and I want him to answer so badly. I want him to fill me up and erase this agony his started in my body.
Darren grabs my wrists swiftly. It almost feels frantic. “I need to look in your eyes when I finally sink my cock into you, Jenny.”
I finally regain control of my breathing long enough to steal his, crashing my mouth on Darren’s lips and kisses him with every unbridled passion coursing through my body.
Darren’s hands reach down and grasp my ass, the still-warm skin heating up further with his hands gripping me. I pull back according to his request and look him in the eyes as he lifts me, then lowers me down on his enormous cock.
I can’t believe how incredible the feel of his cock sinking into me. I crave him buried inside me. My pussy walls stretch to accommodate the massive girth of him and it feels so damn good that my eyes roll back in their orbits.
Wait.
Darren told me this was going to be punishment?
That thought is barely out of my head when he starts mightily thrusting into me so hard that I’m screaming out in lust. My pussy is on delicious fire, taking every second of his pumping and thrusting and being so perfectly filled up by him.
“I fucking love you, Jenny. I love your perfect fucking pussy and your perfect fucking mind. You’re all mine,” Damien growls, pulling my tight and bringing his face to bury in my neck. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, loving this closeness to him.
Loving him.
“I can’t believe how this…” I attempt to breathe as an orgasm starts to overtake me. I feel his cock get rock fucking hard inside me, well, even harder — it is already like steel wrapped in velvet owning every inch of me with every inch of him.
I moan loudly and start to slam my body against him, my pussy swallowing up his cock as we cum together. I feel all of our cum spilling out and dripping down my thighs. That’s so fucking hot I feel like I’ve been struck my lust made of lightning.
I gulp big breaths until we both, sweat-soaked and holding each other, collapse together. “I love you so much, Darren. I had no idea one person could complete me the way that you do,” I say, and I kiss his lips softly.
I can feel him smile beneath my kiss and he kisses me so hard, I think I swoon. I didn’t even know swooning was real, and now I’m like, okay, that’s my life now. Because fucked up but perfect…that’s me and Darren, Angels.
And The Last One, Folks
Ladies, I proudly present… Whitney & Dax, which is a short story by Alexis Angel.
Thank you so much for reading!
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Alexis
Whitney & Dax
Whitney & Dax
Whitney
My mouth drops open, and I stare at my boss. I don’t know if I’m relieved or terrified.
He just offered me the job that I’ve been both wishing for and hoping I wouldn’t have to take. And now here it is. A “promotion.” From cocktail waitress to full-fledged stripper.
“Um, okay,” I stammer.
He gives me a harsh look. “Do you want it or not, Whitney? There are plenty of other girls willing to take Poppy’s place.”
“Yes. I want it.” The words fly from my mouth. I’d be an idiot not to. The kind of money the strippers make at this club is insane compared to the tips I make handing out drinks to the horny guys that come to see them.
“Good. After that stunt tonight, she won’t be coming back here. You start tomorrow.”
One of the club’s strippers just left without a word, yanked offstage by some guy that I was serving drinks to only minutes before. Apparently, you don’t get a second chance here.
I nod and gulp. Tomorrow. In less than twenty-four hours I’ll be taking my clothes off for money. Part of me thinks I’ve lost my mind. The other part is turned on by it. Knowing that all eyes will be on me. Wanting me. Hot for me. Cocks hard as I peel my clothes off piece by piece.
A shiver runs through my body, and I feel a needy throb between my legs. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen action if just the idea of it has me aching for someone to make me come.
As usual, I’ll be taking care of that myself when I get home. Most likely to fantasies of my fuck hot roommate. Also as usual.
I can’t help it. Dax has a body made for sex. I’ve seen it more than enough times to know what nearly every
perfect inch of that man looks like. He’s not exactly modest, walking around our apartment in nothing but boxer briefs half the time. It’s like he wants me to look.
But that’s just my fantasies again. He hasn’t once acted like he wants me. So I’m doomed to lust after his perfect body until the end of time. Or at least as long as we share our apartment.
“Get back to work, Whitney.” My boss’ words snap me out of my fantasies, and I rush back to the bar to pick up the drinks waiting to be delivered to the club’s patrons.
I finish my shift, knowing the way these men look at me in my tiny skirt and even tinier top will be amplified a hundred times over tomorrow. When they’re looking at me naked.
After I change from my heels into some comfy sneakers and throw on a hoodie over my uniform, I walk out the back entrance.
“Hey, princess.”
I jerk my eyes up at the voice.
“Dax.” The words come out a little breathier than I mean for them to. Probably because I’m already gearing up for the session with my vibrator, my mind already thinking about the man standing right in front of me.
It’s not unusual for him to meet me after work and take the 6 Train home together. He’s a partial owner of a bar just down the street. But tonight it feels weird. I’m not sure if it’s because I was just fantasizing about him or because I feel weird knowing that this will be the last time he picks me up from this job. The next time, I’ll have just spent the night taking off my clothes for a bunch of horny assholes.
We fall into step beside each other. Should I tell him? I don’t think I want to. Even though he doesn’t look at me the way I really want him to, at least I know where we stand. That could all change if he knows.
He pulls me out of my internal debate when he laughs. “You won’t believe what I saw on my way over here. That girl who strips at your club—Poppy?”