“Whose office is this?” she asked Lance as he came back to stand beside her.
“Tony’s. Or I should say Eve’s, now.”
Amy looked around. She saw the masculine touches and wondered what Eve would do to make it her own. Would she keep the drinks? Probably not. The cappuccino machine? Probably.
“Are we allowed to be here?”
“I’ve got a key, so I guess so.”
“But you’ve got a key to every room in the building.”
“I do.” Lance smiled.
Amy moved over to sit on the couch. As she turned to sit down, Lance called out, “Stop.”
Amy recognized the tone, the command. Her stomach tingled at the familiar sound. She quickly knew that they were not there to talk.
She stopped moving, standing dead still. Lance came over to her. He reached out and grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around so that her back was to him. She tried to look around to see his face, but he put a hand on her cheek, moving her head to face forward. He buried his face in her hair, and she lowered her head. He nibbled and kissed the nape of her neck. Amy’s breathing became heavy, the butterflies in her belly fluttering. Her legs became weak.
“You’re the prettiest girl at the ball,” he breathed into her neck, in between nibbles, kisses.
She reached a hand around to pull him in closer to her, mashing his body against her back.
“That’s a very pretty dress,” he said.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
“Turn around, let me take a good look at you.”
Amy did as he asked, spinning around. The dress billowed out below the waist while it hugged her tiny breasts perfectly. She felt pretty. The way he looked at her, he made her feel pretty. The belle of the ball.
“Gorgeous.” He reached for her and she came to him. He spun her around again, wrapping his left arm around her waist. His right hand reached up to play with the back of her neck, sliding up through her bobbed hair. He spread his fingers along her scalp before pulling them out again, holding on to her hair. He tugged lightly, her head pulling back with the tug. He pulled her tight to him with his left arm at her waist.
He brought his cheek to hers. She felt his jaw against hers. He spoke into her ear. “I want to see.”
“See what?” she whispered.
He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back even more.
“What did you say?”
“See what?” she said louder.
He tugged on her hair, hard this time. “Again.”
Amy understood, or at least her body did. While her mind was trying to figure out what Lance was doing, her body knew. Her legs grew increasingly weaker as the fire inside her began to rise, the fire Lance had lit with his touch, his voice, his desire.
“See what, sir?”
“I want to see how you disobeyed me.”
“How I disobeyed you, sir?”
“Yes, disobeyed me. What did I ask you to do for me tonight?”
Amy was silent. “I don’t remember, sir.” She knew, she just didn’t want to admit it.
Unexpectedly, he spun her around until she was facing him again. He stepped around her, moving to sit on the couch. Amy wasn’t sure what to do, so she remained still. While he sat in silence she stood, her back to him. She waited for him to tell her what to do. The silence was hard for her to take. Her legs trembled a little; fear mixed with excitement.
“Look at me,” he said.
Amy turned around slowly. She heard her dress rustle as it brushed against his legs as she turned, that’s how close she was standing to him. When she had completely turned around, he played with the hem of her dress with the toe of his shoe. He lifted it slowly with his leg, sliding it higher and higher, and with it, the hem of her dress.
“What did I ask you to do today, when I called, when I told you that your car was outside?” He kept his eyes fixed on his swinging foot as it went higher and higher.
Amy could delay no longer. “You asked me not to wear any panties, sir.”
When she spoke, he looked at her and smiled. “Good girl. Yes, I did, didn’t I?”
Amy didn’t answer.
He continued. “I see you had no problem not wearing a bra.”
He lowered his foot to the ground, placing both feet squarely on the floor in front of him. He stood up, looming above her. As he rose she caught a whiff of his cologne. She closed her eyes to breathe it in. It aroused her even more. She felt a little trickle run down her inner thigh. He was standing very close to her. He placed his right hand on her chest, just above the strap of her dress. His hand was warm. He put his head on top of hers as his hand slowly slid downward, his fingers crawling under the material of her gown, crawling towards her left nipple. She breathed in, separating her flesh from the material, easing his access to her. Her skin tingled in anticipation. He dragged his fingers across her nipple. He flicked it once, twice, and it was hard. Both her nipples were hard, and her crotch was on fire. Another trickle ran down her inner thigh. Soon it would be a flood.
He stopped flicking her left nipple, settling it in between his fingers. He took his chin off of her head and lowered it to whisper in her ear, “I love your tiny breasts.”
He squeezed her nipple between his fingers, hard. The pain shot through her, almost buckling her knees. He relaxed his fingers.
He whispered in her ear. “If you can go without a bra, why not without panties?”
“Sir, I…”
He didn’t let her continue. He squeezed her nipple harder than the first time. The pain was such that she cried out a little, her whole body tensing. He relaxed his fingers, her body relaxing with them. He pulled his hand out from beneath her dress.
“I don’t want an explanation.” He slumped back down on the couch while she remained standing in front of him. “I don’t want excuses. I just want you to obey.” When Amy stood silently in front of him. He continued, “Is that so hard, for you to obey?”
“No, sir, I need to obey. I know that.”
She decided to take a more active role. The throbbing in her nipple was beginning to subside. She wanted more. She was aroused and wet, and she wanted more.
“You know, but you didn’t.”
“It was wrong, sir. Maybe I need to be punished. Will you punish me, sir?”
Lance sat straight on the couch. “That really is a pretty dress.” He flicked the hem with his toe again. “I love the red belt. The way it hugs your slim waist.” Lance kicked his legs up again. “Take it off.”
Amy hesitated for one second, then reached for the belt. She unbuckled it, letting it fall to the floor. She then slid the dress off her shoulders, exposing her small, perky breasts to the night. Lance watched as she shimmied her slim hips, the dress sliding around them, falling to the floor. The silky material pooled at her feet. She stood half naked in front of him, her tiny red nipples hard, her red panties soaked with her juices.
Lance sat forward, reaching a hand towards her crotch, rubbing his thumb along the slit of her pussy through her panties. He pushed her wet panties into her swollen lips. She closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. Her knees buckled as he rubbed his thumb back and forth, applying more pressure each time, sending ripples of delight through her whole body. She struggled to keep her balance, her knees weakening with every stroke.
Suddenly Lance reached out and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her down over his body, laying her across his knee. His timing was perfect as she wasn’t sure how much longer she could have stood there in her state of excitement. She lay across his lap, face down. He placed his left hand on her butt cheek, cupping it, rubbing it, massaging it. Quickly, sharply, he raised his hand and slapped her hard.
“Oww,” she howled, as much out of pain as surprise.
He hit her again, but this time, as he brought his hand down on her ass, he held it there, pinching it tight. The sting of the slap mingled with the sting of the pinch.
“What do you think happens when you misbehave
? When you disobey?”
“I get punished, sir.”
He raised his hand again, this time bringing it down hard on her right cheek. He hit her harder than the first time. The slap caused her to raise her head up, but instead of howling in pain, she whimpered in delight. He hit her again, again, again, each time causing her to whimper more. He stopped. She shivered in excited anticipation of the next blow.
She moaned, waiting for his hand to drop.
“What?” he said, his hand poised in midair.
She whimpered. She couldn’t ask for it; she didn’t know how. She couldn’t find the words to ask for it. She let her body talk for her. She raised her ass up, off his lap, moving up towards his poised, open palm, hoping he would take the hint.
He did. His hand came down, spanking her, his strong, meaty open palm coming down hard on her right ass cheek. He slapped her so hard her ass recoiled but remained raised in midair.
“Yes,” she breathed, excited to feel the strength of his control over her. She kept her ass raised, pushing up to meet the rapid succession of slaps that rained down on her ass. The sound of quick, rapid slaps filling the office, filling her crotch with warm wetness.
When she could take no more—she wanted more—she lowered her ass, placing her body back on his lap. On her belly, she felt his hard, erect penis through his pants, warming her as she lay across him. She smiled and wriggled her body against his shaft.
He grabbed her by the hips. In one motion, he stood up and placed her face down on the couch. She moved to roll over.
“No. Stay there. Don’t move.”
She stopped, settling back on her stomach, placing her cheek on the cushion, looking sideways into the room, trying to see as much as she could. He stood over her, looking down. She reached up and rubbed his crotch, feeling his strength, his length. This excited her more. She wanted to feel more of him. She reached her hand up higher, fingering the top of his zipper. As she reached his hands to his belt, she tugged on the zipper. His pants fell away, catching at his feet. As he quickly slid off his underwear she reached up and wrapped her fingers around the length of his penis, holding it, feeling it’s warmth, the blood pulsing through it. His erection was strong.
He stepped out of his pants, his penis slipping through her fingers. She moaned her displeasure, all the while rubbing her thighs together, catching her own heat, her own arousal. She watched as he slid off his jacket, reaching into the breast pocket for a small object she did not see. He tossed his jacket aside, loosening his tie and shirt, taking them both off and tossing them to land beside his jacket. He was now naked.
He stepped behind her and straddled her on the couch. She tried to crane her head to see him behind her, but she could not. But she felt him. She felt the weight of him as his knees spread around her, as he positioned himself above her ass. She felt the warmth of his penis as he leaned forward, letting it fall on her ass, resting between her ass cheeks.
“Look how excited you are,” he said. She felt him tug on her panties. “Look at how excited you’ve made me.” She felt him reach his hands under her panties. His hands slid along her hips, warm and soft. With one swift, deft motion he pulled her panties off, raising first his left knee then his right, sliding them past her calves, her thighs and her toes. She saw them fly over her head, coming to land across the room.
He straddled her again, placing both hands on her ass cheek. Her ass still smarted from the spanking he gave her moments ago. He massaged her ass cheek, massaging the pain, massaging the sting. He started with slow, small circles at first, then gradually began to knead and massage her ass more aggressively. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them. His touch was electric, she loved every moment of it. She loved the way he grabbed her ass, kneading it, manhandling it.
His fingers took over. She jumped a little when he drew a forefinger across her swollen, dripping pussy. His touch was gentle as he drew his finger back and forth along her slit, slowly moving up and down, slowly making its way to her clit. He found it. It took all of her reserve not to come right there and then. He held his finger on her clit, applying gentle, constant pleasure. Her hips did a dance on the end of his finger. As she moved, so did his finger. She couldn’t hold back the waves that were welling up inside her, drip by drip, beginning the moment he had her take off her dress. She clenched her legs and held his finger in place as she came hard, her juices flowing willingly. She opened her legs, unable to hold back the flood any longer. She shuddered and moaned, his finger hard against her still. Her toes curled.
Once her orgasm subsided, he removed his drenched fingers. He leaned his body forward, resting his penis in between her wet, stinging, trembling ass cheeks. He lay his body along hers, lowering his cheek to hers.
He whispered in her ear, “That one was for you. Then next one is for me.”
She heard the words, but her mind was in a fog, her body still possessed by her orgasm. She felt him lift his body off hers. She felt him straddle her once again. She heard the tear of a plastic wrapper and wondered what that was. When he placed his penis back along the crack of her ass, it felt cooler, different. She reached around and touched it. He was wearing a condom. She raised her head, looking back, giving him a perplexed look.
“Did you think we were finished? Did you think a little spanking was the end of it?”
He reached forward, placing his hand on her head, forcing her face down on the couch. He shifted his body off hers, positioning the latex-coated tip of his penis on her puckered muscle.
Amy tried to raise her head off of the cushion, but Lance was pressing against the back of her head, holding her face down.
“What are you doing?” Amy said.
She was confused, not only by the way Lance was holding her head down, but also by the way her body was reacting to how he was handling her. She was surprised to feel how her body was reacting to his forceful way, and the touch of his penis on her anus. The slightest touch of his warm, hard penis against her puckered muscle caused it to relax for him.
“Didn’t you say you wanted more?”
Amy’s mind raced. She did, she did say that, but she didn’t think it would be this way, not so fast at least.
“A finger, maybe.”
Lance leaned his body forward on top of her, and in the process, thrust his penis forward, pressing it hard against her relaxing anus. She slid her body forward, trying to move away as much as she could, but the arm of the couch stopped her. The tip of his penis was now hard against her anus, pressing forward. Her muscles continued to relax while her pussy began to get wetter. Her head swam with the various sensations; the heat from her pussy, the sting on her ass from the spanking and the tip of his hard, hard penis forcing its way through her ass cheeks.
He nudged forward again, pressing harder against her puckered hole.
“Please, sir, please.”
He nudged her again. “Please, sir, go ahead? Is that what you are saying?”
No. Yes. No. She didn’t know what she was saying. Her mind was saying no, but her body was saying yes. How else was she to interpret her growing arousal, the tingling in her belly, and her relaxing muscles?
“I want,” she breathed. “I want.”
“I want,” he said. “Do you know what you want? I know what I want. I want your ass. You told me you wanted me in your ass.”
“Sir, please.”
“What? What do you want?”
Amy swallowed and held her breath. “You. I want you, sir.”
“Where do you want me?”
“There.”
“Again. Where do you want me?”
“There, sir, there. Where you are, I want you there, sir.” Amy exhaled, her whole body relaxing, including her puckered muscles.
As she exhaled, Lance entered her from behind, sliding the tip of his penis into her anus. Amy howled and he stopped, holding himself there, the tip inside her. She could feel it throbbing, her pussy dripping with the throbbing of his penis. Her mind went blank an
d her body took over. She became instinctual. Her instincts told her this was good, very good.
She took a few moments to breathe, letting the sensation of this throbbing penis in her anus wash over her. The pain was incredible, but so was the pleasure. Finally ready, she raised her hips ever so slightly off the couch. He held himself steady, letting her guide his penis deeper. By the time she had engulfed half his shaft, she could no longer distinguish the pleasure from the pain.
She moaned, she cooed, she sighed. She didn’t think she could ever feel anything more sexually, erotically powerful then this, or so she thought, until he showed her more.
He held himself steady, allowing her to guide him deeper and deeper through the gentle rocking motion of her hips. He reached down and around with his right hand and flicked a finger over her swollen, dripping pussy lips. As he did this, her mind exploded. The pain in her ass mingled with the pleasure in her pussy. It was beyond anything she thought she could ever experience.
She blanked out for a few seconds, letting her body do what it wanted to do. She relaxed completely. She pushed up against his penis, but she could take no more of him. She was stretched as wide as she could be, half of his long, strong penis was all she could handle. As he played with her pussy, her hips began to dance once again on his fingertips. He brought her to orgasm once before this way, and an amazing, mind numbing orgasm began welling up inside her once again.
It didn’t take long; her mind and body were overwhelmed. She came again. She tried to close her legs around his hand, to hold onto him and the orgasm as much as possible, but with his penis in her anus, it wasn’t possible. Besides, this was far more gratifying. Once again, she exploded over his hand, down her legs and all over the leather couch. As her body was racked with pleasure she twisted and thrust backwards some more, driving his penis deeper into her ass, deeper than she thought she could ever take him. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she passed out for a brief second from the pleasure and the pain.
After several seconds of suspended moments in time, her orgasm ebbed, although small ripples continued to flow through her. She fell forward on the couch, his penis sliding out of her has she did so. Lance pulled off the condom and fell top of her, his penis searching for her wet opening. Her legs were slightly open, his penis sliding into her easily. She was so wet, and he was so hard. Tiny rippling orgasms still overtook her body as he thrust deep inside her. She loved it. She spread her legs wider burying her face into the cushion, wanting him in her, deep and hard. She could feel him deep inside her, the tip of his penis at the forefront of her rippling orgasms. She was wet and hot, he was warm and hard.
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