by Powerone
Michael looked down at her bra, the frilly, silk fabric barely able to contain her twin peaks. A generous amount of cleavage was revealed, her white breasts moved up and down as Kristen struggled to breathe. And her unmistakable nipples pushed out the thin fabric. Her body was definitely aroused. His hands brushed the blouse off both shoulders to leave her shoulders naked except for the thin straps of her bra. “Slip off your blouse.”
Will he force me to strip naked for him? In the office? Kristen was afraid someone would walk in on her in spite of the door being locked. Still, her hands moved without her thinking to slip one arm out at a time and sat forward as she pulled it from her back to neatly pile it on the computer keyboard in front of her. She sat back slowly, the chair back suddenly cold to remind her that she was almost naked from the waist up. His hands returned; this time, they moved down from her shoulders to lightly caress across her ample bosom; Kristen’s nipples felt so hard that she was afraid they would burst. She sat straight in the chair, her hands submissively at her sides to arch her back so her tits pushed out provocatively. She waited for his hands to slide lower, and she didn’t have to wait long.
Such a lush pair of tits and Kristen sat in front of him in her bra as she arched her back to stick them out. His hands crept down the front of her bra to slide along the edges to seek out the white flesh hidden beneath the sexy bra. His fingers traced beneath the bra cups to tease close to the nipples, yet he didn’t touch them. He pulled his fingers out so his large hands could encircle both tits. He waited for a second then squeezed, and Kristen’s back arched higher as she moaned loudly. He felt the firm flesh beneath his fingertips as he clenched and unclenched on the luscious flesh.
His hands were powerful as they took her breasts ruthlessly to crush them in his palms. Yet, she moaned in pleasure, no matter how hard he squeezed as she allowed him full access to her breasts. Will he like them once he bared them? Are they too big? Then, she heard his voice as she silently obeyed him to stand up from the chair. Her legs could barely support her; Michael’s touch on her body had turned her muscles to mush. She heard the chair pulled out from behind her and patiently waited for his next command or touch.
Michael was surprised that Kristen obeyed his commands without question. He never felt his cock as hard as it was now, the power he had over her was an aphrodisiac. He saw her shiver when his hands touched her naked back. He made short work of the bra snap, and the bra slipped open with ease. He pushed his cock against her as he worked the bra straps down her shoulders to hold the cups over her breasts as she obediently slipped her arms out of them. He kept the cups over her breasts to tease himself as his cock pushed against her ass and he bent lower so he could get into position. He couldn’t contain his hips as he rubbed absently against her ass with his cock.
It felt huge; Michael pushed against her until his cock touched her ass. He began to remove her bra, and Kristen slipped her arms out of the straps as Michael held the bra over her breasts as if he unveiled a portrait. She felt the silky fabric of the bra slide over her hardened nipples to unleash another torrent of juices between her legs as Michael stripped her bare to the waist. She felt the cool air of the room blow over her naked breasts. Michael’s hands were on her arms as Kristen braced for the first touch of his fingers on her nipples.
“Such beautiful breasts, Kristen, firm with delicious nipples that beg to be sucked. Lace your fingers behind your neck.” Her breasts arched up even higher, her nipples pointed up to the stars as she obeyed him without question. He looked down at her white breasts, dark brown areolas the size of quarters, small for such large breasts, but it was her nipples that caught his attention. They stood out over half an inch, dark brown nipples that begged to be touched. His hands slid from her arms to slide over the sensuous flesh of the sides of her breasts, Michael sure that her nipples stood out another half an inch when he touched her. His hands cupped her tits even though the firm flesh didn’t need the support.
Her legs almost caved when he touched her, and a whoosh came from her mouth. She felt like a slave girl that posed for her new Master. She could barely catch her breath when Michael’s hands touched the hot flesh of her breasts. She arched her back, wanting his touch on her nipples, but Michael teased her, his hands cupped them from beneath as if he offered them up. His hands felt good as they dug into her flesh from beneath, but her nipples cried out for attention. “Please,” her voice soft as she begged. “Touch them. I need for you to touch my nipples.” She couldn’t believe she said it aloud, but the words came out of her mouth. She waited excitedly for Michael to respond.
Her nipples begged to be touched, the flesh so hard. His fingers eased closer to them as her body trembled when his fingernails trailed around her areolas. He was sure that her nipples swelled larger as his fingernails dragged around the brown circles, so close, but he didn’t touch them. She moaned as her body went limp against him while his cock still rubbed back and forth over her ass.
“EEEEEWWW.” It was the sudden shock that drew the scream from her lips. He not only touched her nipples, but his fingers gripped the twin hard tips between his fingers and pinched. Not gentle but a firm pinch that sent her body into shock. She looked down as his large hands cupped her breasts from beneath, but two fingers clenched tightly on her nipples. It felt like they were caught in a vise.
He could feel the blood rush into the tips when he first touched them as he pinched hard on them. He was rewarded with a scream, not of pain but of pleasure, her ass shoved hard against his cock as if she wanted him inside her. He squeezed harder, but she did nothing to stop him, her hands behind her neck in submission. He eased his tight grip on her nipples as the blood poured back to the ends. He squeezed tighter this time, another groan poured from her lips. He released them so his fingers could lightly play across the hardened tips when they pushed out far. He teased them back and forth.
Kristen never felt her nipples grow so sensitive, from the lightest touch to the hard pinching; all of it ignited a lust in her. She tried to push her nipples harder into his hands, wanting more, more of anything. She felt his hands desert her breasts to slide down her naked sides to touch her flanks. She knew what came next; Michael pushed back from her as his hands expertly unzipped her skirt, the button popped open with ease. She felt the skirt loosen and fought the natural urge to keep it from falling down, but she resisted to keep the position of servitude Michael desired from her. She felt the skirt slide down her legs and fall around her ankles.
“Kick it away.” Michael looked down, a tan thong was her only clothing left, and it did little more than entice. She kicked away the skirt, her legs pressed together as if he’d allow that. He looked down at her ass, two full cheeks naked and the thin strap of her thong that disappeared mysteriously in her crack. He pushed his cock back against her ass; this time, her cheeks naked. His hands held her hips to force them from side to side, so her ass cheeks could rub so provocatively over his cock. “That feels good to masturbate on your naked ass.”
It sounded so dirty when he said it, but it was true; she was almost naked, and he forced her ass back and forth over his cock as if she masturbated him, not with her hands but her buttocks. It was dirty and exciting to be used sexually for someone’s pleasure. She could feel his cock jerk, and she knew he enjoyed her. It was strange, but she felt the same enjoyment to be used in such a manner. Michael was still dressed, yet she was almost naked, her body posed for him, available to him in any manner he wanted. She was afraid of when he would touch her thong. He would then know her secret, knowing that it was soaked in her arousal. She sucked in her stomach when his hand slid down over it and feared where it went. His hands touched the front of her thong to play lower and tease over her neatly trimmed bush beneath it to send tremors through the tiny follicles. His fingers were insistent to slide lower until he cupped her sex, his hand pressed hard between her legs to cradle her vulva. She wanted to scream out in pleasure as she felt his large hand engulf her sex; his fingers touch
ed her with an electric touch.
His finger grew moist from her thong, the thin, silky material wet. She enjoyed this as much as Michael enjoyed her. He slipped the thong off her without much fanfare to slide it down her legs. She pushed it off her ankles, her hips swayed provocatively as she shifted her feet. He stood behind her to push against her naked body. “Spread your legs for me, Kristen, so I can play with your lovely, wet pussy.”
She did it without thought, her legs parted to give Michael unfettered access to her pussy, her body trembled in anticipation for when he would touch her naked pussy. She stood there naked, her legs spread, still perched high on her heels. His cock settled back on her ass cheeks again, Kristen wondered when he would take it out and she could feel the hard, hot flesh of his cock on her naked flesh. “OOOOHHHH GGGGODDDDD!” His hand returned to her pussy, his fingers found her hot and wet and he cupped her sex with one fat finger that found her slit and pushed inside the moist flesh. She almost came as she struggled to contain her lust. She wanted so badly for him to put his cock inside her or, at least, his finger. She moved her lower body, unable to stop her urges as she ground her pussy on his hand and finger. Each time she moved back, she could feel the pleasure of his throbbing cock on her naked ass, but nothing could compare to the finger that split her open.
Her pussy lips engulfed his finger in a hot blanket of flesh when he found her insides hot and wet. Her hips began to move as she gently fucked his finger, so Michael held his hand still as she masturbated on him. Yes, she was ready, ready for anything, and he would test her resolve. He let her masturbate herself for a few minutes.
Kristen was so engulfed in her own pleasure. Michael’s hand and fingers felt so good, an orgasm close as she humped his hand like a dog in heat. She suddenly found herself empty, Michael pulled away his hand, Kristen frustrated that she was so close.
Michael took his hand away from her pussy and stepped back away from her ass. He pushed down on her back. “Bend over and push that lovely ass up into the air.” He pushed harder onto her back until she obeyed and bent down until her naked tits brushed against her keyboard. “Yes, like that. Now, spread your legs wider. Real wide for me, Kristen.”
She never felt so open and exposed before as Michael bent her to his will until Kristen reluctantly spread her legs wider. She could feel Michael’s eyes on her as she spread her legs and felt the cool air of the room blow between her cheeks as they parted. No one had ever seen her this way; sure that Michael had an obscene view of her from behind. He even stepped back farther as Kristen grew ashamed as she posed for him.
Kristen looked so desirable, naked, bent over, her ass thrust out, her cheeks parted, her pink pussy spread open, wet and inviting from behind. But his gaze was between her cheeks, the tiny, wrinkled anus that was hidden from his view was now fully exposed in the bright lights of the room. But Michael wanted to test Kristen farther. “Reach back and pull your cheeks open wider.” Will she do it? He waited patiently. “Now!” His voice was emphatic for her obedience.
He looked at her ass, more to the point, her anus. And then, she heard his next command, her hands trembled as they moved behind her as he voiced his disapproval with a louder voice. She gripped her cheeks and felt the dampness of her sweat on her crack as her fingers gripped the flesh tight. She pulled open until she felt the strain around her anus and she knew that he could see inside her; her tiny hole went into tremors as her fingers pulled the hole open. She felt her juices run down her thighs, ashamed at being so aroused when she performed this obscene act.
Michael wet his finger. “Hold still and don’t move.” One hand slid down onto her cheek, the wet finger on his other hand slid down her crack until he touched her anus. He pressed down on the tiny hole.
“HHHSSS,” her breath hissed between her teeth as she felt the unmistakable touch of a wet finger on her anus. She could barely keep her cheeks open, wanting to run away and hide. Kristen could feel the blood pound in his fingertip as the pressure increased. Will he stop? Or will he enter me with his finger? Kristen never had anything up her backside; she never even contemplated such a despicable act. And now, she kept herself open for a finger that was about to breach her anus. She moved forward and bumped into the table that stopped her from escaping as the finger slid through her anal ring. She felt an unpleasant sensation when her anal ring was forced too wide, the finger barely slippery as it slid inside her. She struggled to accept the burning pain, the finger moved from side to side to press against her restraining muscles. “Nnnnnooo,” she begged, but she knew it would do no good, the finger continued to plunge inside her, to twist and turn as it dug into her rectum. It felt so strange to be entered in such a place; Kristen sweated and a chill ran through body all at the same time. Why would he want to stick his finger in such a place?
“Such a hot, tight ass hole, Kristen. Such pleasure you bring to my finger.” Michael pushed hard to enter her; her virgin hole fought his insistent finger but finally won out and pierced her. She tried to escape, but Michael’s hand followed her every movement as it went in deeper until he had his finger in her ass hole up to the knuckle, the tip of his finger pressed hard against the muscles in her rectum that tried to force his finger out. “Are you a virgin in your ass, Kristen?” Michael knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Kristen.
“YES!” She answered quickly, though it was difficult to talk with a fat finger stuck up her ass. She couldn’t control the muscles in her ass hole, the finger disconcerting as it twisted and turned inside her to touch her in places that should never be touched from the outside. It would have been terrible to suffer such a probing if it weren’t for the abundant river of juices that ran down her thighs. She got off on the domination Michael had over her as he forced her to do unspeakable acts. Just like in her fantasies.
“Grip my finger with your ass hole. Show me how much you enjoy it.” He waited, surprised that she responded so quickly. He could barely move his finger when her muscles gripped the fingertip. She released his finger. “Again.” She obeyed; this time, she gripped it for long minutes before she relented and released his finger. He moved his finger inside her, but she again clenched onto his finger so tight that it stopped it from moving, her muscles too strong. “Your ass hole will bring my cock such pleasure.”
Would he do such a thing? Sodomize me? The finger was big enough, positive that his big cock would split her open. She relaxed her ass hole and let Michael have his way with his finger in hopes that she’d please him with that, not his cock. The finger moved in deeper, but Kristen didn’t even protest, even when it entered her colon, pushing hard on the side of the soft passage until she felt the pain in her stomach. But she didn’t do anything to stop him.
Michael pulled his finger out of her ass hole and watched the tiny hole go into a series of spasm as if it missed the finger. She relaxed her ass cheeks. He slapped her ass and that made Kristen jump but she didn’t move away. His hand ran over her cheek, the skin a light pink from where he struck her. Another slap on her other cheek resulted in a cry of pain muffled by her tightly clenched lips. He looked at her pussy; her juices glistened on her thighs. In spite of her protests, she enjoyed this.
Her cheeks stung from the spanking, but it did more to excite her, Kristen unable to understand why the pain on her ass cheeks made her hotter. Michael left her, and Kristen heard the rustle of Michael as he took off his clothes. She turned to look at him.
“Don’t turn around. Keep your back to me.” He wanted her to experience his cock, not see it yet.
She couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her. She waited impatiently, naked, her legs spread, her ass thrust out behind her, unable to see him, only able to imagine what it would feel like when he took her.
Michael looked at Kristen as he undressed; her pussy peeked out from behind so enticing as it glistened with her juices. He sat down to take off his shoes and socks, and then, he stood up to take off his shirt and pants until his cock jutted out the front of his short
s. He slid his shorts down and his hand stroked his cock as he looked at her again. He needed relief soon.
She felt it push against her, the hot flesh of Michael’s cock. It jerked and shuddered when it touched her ass cheeks; Michael’s hands touched her flanks as Kristen pushed back her ass in anticipation. God, did it feel good when he ran it from the bottom of her pussy, the thick head pushed apart her cheeks to slide over her anus as he held her cheeks apart. He had asked if she was an anal virgin. Would he do such a thing to me? Her body braced for the unexpected.
Michael pushed the head of his cock against her pussy, and he held her hips as he readied himself. He eased his hips forward to feel her pussy accept the head of his cock, the soft flesh folded over his cock as he entered her. She shuffled her feet wider to try to accommodate him. He pushed down on the small of her back until her ass rose up higher; Michael pressed forward with his hips as the head of his cock was slowly swallowed up by her wet, tight hole. He grunted as her pussy encased his cock in a hot blanket of flesh, the tight hole wrapped strongly just beneath the head. He heard her moan as he felt her muscles caress his cockhead.
It spread her open, the head of his cock bigger than she expected. Michael pushed in, his hands on her hips held her bent over submissively as he speared her with his cock. It spread her open from within as Michael pressed forward, her insides forced wide by the thick head that pushed in. It hurt and felt good, all at the same time. She couldn’t wait to get the thick cock all the way inside her to fill her as she’d never been filled before. Her hips began to rock from side to side to counterbalance Michael’s thrusts inside her.
Half of his cock was inside her. Michael drew it out slowly until only the head was inside her. She tightened her muscles on the head of his cock, and she was rewarded when it jerked back in pleasure. “Aaaaahh,” his cock pushed in harder to make her take half of it again, farther in, another inch thrust in, and then, he quickly withdrew. He didn’t wait this time as he thrust back in; his hands held her hips as he forced her to take almost three-quarters of his cock inside her. He pulled out as her pussy clung to the shaft as it withdrew; her soft passage relaxed as she took the next powerful thrust. Michael held her ass up higher to take the thrust.