"No, no," she said.
"Get the fuck off of me," she said.
He ignored her, holding her, scratching and kicking, against his body, onto the desk, and his body was hot against her through his buttoned shirt, and his fingers found her hair and holding her head still, his tongue found her mouth.
She fought him, but his tongue was urgent and aggressive, his hands holding tightly to her hips, lifting them to his, and she still fought and pushed at him, but couldn't catch her breath.
She felt his fingers digging into her panties, pulling at them, too fast, so fast, it was all happening, and yet her scratching fingers now dug into his back, wanting his tongue deeper, deeper in her mouth.
His fingers holding onto her hips tightly, digging into her ass, and she was lifting her hips into the air now, to meet his waist, his body pressed between her legs.
And as she felt his fingers reach the edge of her panties, and start to pull at them, pulling them down, her earlier humiliation flashed back, all her anger, her resentment at him getting the best of her.
It shot a clean arrow through the haze of her aching turn on and she pushed him back.
"Stop!" she said.
"What?" he said.
"You don't deserve this," she said.
He moved in closer to her again.
With his fingers, he easily pulled at the black satin ribbon busting at the seams that was holding her corset together.
"You're right. I don't," he said quietly.
"But that doesn't mean I don't want it anyway," he said, gently rocking between her legs.
"That doesn't mean I didn't think about doing this, only this, the whole time I was gone. The whole time I was having drinks, I was thinking, I can't wait to get back to my office and unwrap the rest of my present," he said.
He pushed open the corset; his hands all over and inside it, finding her nipples, feeling her hips roll and writhe, her hands reaching to unbutton his pants.
"I was thinking, I can't wait to get back to this office and..." he said.
"And what?" she whispered.
Again he tried to pull her panties off and she evaded him by sliding down off the desk and pulling his pants open.
The speed and hunger with which her mouth swallowed his dick, sucking it, and licking it, almost literally knocked him off his feet. He stumbled backward and held onto the desk for stability. His already aching dick had been so ready to fuck her and now he was trying to hold onto control with her feverish tongue working him. Looking down at her on the floor beneath him, his fingers knotted in her hair, her breasts spilling out of her loosened corset, her knees spread.
He let her go for a few minutes but had to stop her, this wasn't what he wanted right now. There was only one thing he wanted.
He pulled her from the floor, fighting him, pushing her onto the desk again, this time, losing no time in undoing her garters and pulling her panties to the floor.
But still there was something more he needed.
"You know, you shouldn't wear red lipstick like that," he said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because it makes you look like a whore," he said.
"Fuck you!" she said, but she had to laugh.
"You just want me to slap you again," she said, "don't you?"
"Yes," he said.
She slapped him in the face again.
"I'll slap you. I owe you a lot of them," she said.
"So go ahead," he said.
She slapped him again, and this time it was enough. He caught her hand on the third time just as he slid his hard dick inside her soaking pussy.
It was all hard, it was all fast, and as he pounded himself into her, he said more things, more things he shouldn't have, and she fought him, slapped him, and kissed him hard, swallowing and sucking his tongue, his rude, rude mouth.
She slapped and scratched him, fought him until he fucked her into coming multiple times in a row and she could no longer put the concept together in her head. Her legs tightly wrapped around him, bouncing her back and forth on top of his desk, and he was so close, watching her bounce up and down, her nipples pointed at the ceiling.
And she could sense he was close, so close, she climbed her shaking self up his body, working his mouth gently now, whispering in it.
"You liked tying me up, didn't you," she whispered.
He nodded gently, still fucking her, inching closer, closer.
"You liked knowing I was struggling against that cord, knowing you had me in your control, knowing you knew my head better than I did," she whispered.
"I do," he whispered back.
"All that time, I was so angry, but I just kept getting turned on, thinking about you coming back, and doing this. Thinking about the pain in my wrists from you keeping me bound to the chair," she said.
"I know," he said.
"Next time you want me to slap you, you can just ask," she whispered into his mouth.
On the edge of his huge orgasm, he said:
"Slap me. Hard."
And as she did, he came for what felt like an hour. He felt as spent as if he did. His heart thundered.
"So your birthday present is trying to kill me?" he said, after it was quiet.
"This coming from the person who did his best to try to make me want to kill him?" she said.
"Fair point," he said.
She'd tied up the front of her corset again, and he toyed with the ribbon.
"Can you wear this for your birthday?" he said.
"Do you like it?" she said.
"No, I hate it. So much I'm going to rip it off you in disgust right now," he said.
She laughed.
"But aside from that, I'm thinking this black satin ribbon would make a great blindfold," he said, undoing the ribbon again.
The End.
Show Stopper
It was a warm summer morning, and I was on my way to a small conference about an hour from home.
I had my car packed up, plenty of water and I picked a simple black and white dress that didn't cling so I'd stay cool. Underneath I had on a black bra and thong panties. No stockings. Of course, I had on my high-heeled sandals that stretch my calf muscles making my legs look long and lean.
When I arrived, the entire room was buzzing with mostly women getting their tables set up. I'm always pleasant with my 'booth' neighbors but only to a point. I normally keep my distance, finish up the day and go home.
There's always one person who starts the introductions, and usually, that's not me, but today for some reason I was drawn to say hello to the young woman at the booth across from mine.
I'm in my early fifties with great skin, long hair and green, bedroom eyes. I keep physically fit and look about 10-15 years younger than I actually am. I think it has to do with marrying a man 10 years my junior who has a voracious sexual appetite. I've always enjoyed sex and since being married have come to enjoy all different things in the privacy of our bedroom.
The girl was wearing a blue printed dress with high-heeled patent leather pumps. She had medium brown hair that cascaded down around her shoulders, a cute little pushed up nose, big brown eyes with long lashes and a killer body. She was adorable, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
She came over and introduced herself with her bubbliest smile. "Hi, my name is Jamie."
I smiled back continuing to put up my display and answered her by saying "Hey, I'm Andrea."
"Can I help you set up?" she asked.
"No thanks. I've got it." She went back across the aisle and I finished my set up.
A little while later she asked me if I wanted some water.
I graciously accepted and we began to talk.
I learned that she was in her late twenties and living on her own. She was having boyfriend issues (but what twenty-something girl isn't?) and I sensed she was seeking some type of council from me. I listened carefully while she recanted her tales.
I kept looking at her sweet face and couldn't get over how attra
ctive she was. If I had to confess, I did sneak a peek or two at her breasts and legs while she was talking.
Of course, in true woman to women conversation, their sex life came up. She told me she and her guy were compatible sexually and had a great time in bed.
We giggled, like girls do, and I told her "Wait it gets even better!"
There was some kind of connection between us. Sometimes you just meet another woman who you click with and Jamie was one of them. We continued talking for a long time before the show started and then ran back to our tables before they opened the doors promising to spend our lunch time together.
By lunchtime we were exhausted from being on our feet.
Jamie came over and said "Let's grab a sandwich and then we can go rest in my room if you like."
"Great" I said.
It was too hot to eat, so we had a quick nibble and headed back to her room in the hotel.
When we entered the room, it had just been made up. It was cool from the air conditioning and dark. So inviting.
"Wow, this is nice." I said.
She replied "My company always puts me up when I travel."
"I'll keep that in mind." I said with a little giggle.
Then we just stood there looking at one another saying nothing. She took me in with her hooded eyes and I couldn't stop looking at her hungry mouth. One that gave me the unfamiliar desire to sample. I moved closer to her not sure what to do, but knew I was about to kiss her. She knew it too and came closer to meet my embrace.
I touched her long, silky, hair and ran my hands down her back. I kissed her gently at first and then gently parted her lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She opened her lips eagerly, and it was heaven. We kissed and touched exploring each other bodies through our clothes.
Although we were both novices with other women, instinct took over with each move, and I unzipped her dress. She shivered and pulled slightly away, but I knew that while she may think this whole thing was as unbelievable as I did, she didn't resist enough for me to stop.
She stood there in her heels, bra and panties. I touched her ass with my hand. It was smooth and full. I cupped her ass in my hand and then slid my fingers down over its curve and lightly touched her between her legs. She cooed.
Jamie then began to unzip my dress and whispered "Are you sure we should do this."
I answered her "No, but why not."
I felt totally in control although I was reeling from just touching her bottom. She was magnetic, and I couldn't draw myself away.
Her chest was heaving with excitement when I unhooked her bra. I gently touched her breast and rolled the nipple gently between my fingers. My panties were soaked with my own desires.
Exploring her body was incredible. I dropped my hand between her legs and ran my finger along her pussy on top of her panties. She too was dripping. Her belly was tight and her waist tiny. My fingers looped the string of her thong and I slowly pulled it down over her ankles and feet. I drank in every ounce of her with my eyes.
Time was ticking away, and we had no clue how long we had been away from our respective work responsibilities, but at that moment it didn't matter.
She said, "Get undressed". "Hurry."
Before I knew it we were both naked and in between her cool, white sheets.
"You are beautiful. Soft." I told her.
She moaned in her throat as I continued to touch her back and fantastic ass. I sucked her nipples and gently nibbled on them. It was delectable and she tasted wonderful.
She touched my breast and then lowered her head to suck them. My labia were swollen and while I wanted to savor every moment, I was ready to burst.
The moments were flying by with intensity. We were passionately kissing when I sought out her pussy with my fingers. I explored her clit with my fingers rubbing it the way I liked mine rubbed. When I sensed her heighten, I entered her with my finger. It was soft and warm inside. I slid my finger in and out slowly letting it linger at the opening. She was writhing with pleasure begging for release. I rubbed her clit for a few more moments, slipped my finger into her juicy hole and she came. Her body rocked with pleasure, and I could feel her pussy sucking my fingers. When I took them from her warm body, I licked them and kissed her beautiful mouth.
She grabbed me and pulled me between her legs. I began humping her rubbing myself against her seeking my own nirvana. She took my nipple into her mouth and sucked it hard. I looked down into her eyes our mounds pressed together. I was crazy for her at that moment and she knew it.
Jamie rolled out from beneath me and rolled me onto my back. She gave me a devilish smile and lowered her face between my legs. She began to lick me. Carefully at first and then it was no holes barred. She ate me. Licking and sucking me in just the right spots. I felt my back arch for more and before I knew it I was screaming with pleasure. I was cumming in her mouth and held her head until I was sated.
We fell apart spent. Realizing we'd spent far too long on our lunch break, we quickly dressed and ran back to the show. Of course, we exchanged numbers and promised to meet again soon.
The End.
At The Gym
"Come on man harder! Harder!"
My face contorted as I strained to lift the bar up one last time. Sweat poured down my face as I forced it gradually upwards. My mate John is grinning at me like a dick but I am pretty fucking happy. Benching 180kg had been the target for a month now ever since John had started pushing me harder. The guy was Army material, hulking great shoulders, rock hard abs and thighs like traffic bollards. The guy was 195cm and weighed over 100kg: a human tank.
"Look dude I gotta dash I'm meeting Sara for drinks"
"You still working on that? How long's it gonna take man?!"
"Just you wait and see dude, I'm a patient predator but when I pounce I'm deadly"
"Still yet to be seen. Clocks ticking"
"I'll see you later dude"
"Alright mate catch you tomorrow and remember don't do anything I wouldn't do"
He laughed as he left the now empty weights room. It was getting late: I'd been there for like three hours. I mopped my brow with a towel and headed for the showers.
Most of the lights had been switched off. The gym closed at 10pm and it was 9.30 now. The week before Christmas was always deserted and they usually just left the back exit open for members staying late. I heard brief laughter upstairs at reception so there was still someone there. I'd been shut in darkness in the gym before but it was an elaborate practical joke orchestrated by John. I ended up completely lost in the second floor cycle room. I didn't live that one down for quite some time.
As I walked toward the changing room I heard someone call out
"Excuse me is anyone there?"
The direction of the voice was coming from down the hall past the changing rooms. I jogged down past the cardiovascular area and turned into the Mind and Body studio where people did Yoga and Pilates. It was a dimly lit room with spotlights emitting beams of blue and green light onto the dark brown wooden floor. I saw her reflection in the mirror across the room before I clocked who had called out.
"Oh Hi Katie what's up?"
"Oh Hi Steven erm sorry if I startled you I just needed someone to help put the Swiss Balls away."
"Sure no problem."
"I hope I didn't interrupt your workout. I was practising for tomorrow, we have a showcase and well I wanted to rehearse the moves one more time but I accidentally knocked all of the Pilates balls off the stand and --"
She cut off. Man she was babbling. Katie was one of those excessively nervous people who you just end up being irritated by whilst feeling guilty for doing so. She must have been late forties but was in impressive shape. Petite but strong. She had red frizzy hair that was tied in an untidy bow, it resembled a bird's nest in all honesty but her face was cute, thin lips, button nose and sad tragic eyes. She was wearing a pea green top that showed off a plunging neckline whenever she bent over which was kind of odd considering s
he was so shy and repressed. She wore black tights and an ill-fitting red skirt underneath that again made her look a lot younger but seemed out of character. She had two kids with some posh loser who refused to marry her thinking he was the big man or something. A guy that drank too much beer and ate too much pizza but also would only watch French Cinema and talk fine wines. You'd never believe they were together: a chalk and cheese pairing if there ever was one.
I felt my black gym vest cling to me as I finished putting the Swiss balls back on their racks. I needed a shower and something to eat pronto.
"Is there anything else you need help with?"
"Er - - What - - Sorry?"
Wow she was jittery.
"Can I hep you with anything else?"
"Erm no it's fine -- it's"
She was trying to reach something on the top shelf in the cupboard. I walked over and leaned over her to help retrieve what turned out to be her phone.
"Got it"
She seemed startled by my presence jumping back slightly into my chest her petite little bum brushing my crotch.
"Thank you -- er -- I'm sorry"
She was blushing. Why I had no idea but it was kind of cute.
"Hey why don't you show me a bit of the showcase, you know it might be good to do it for an audience."
"You wouldn't mind?"
"No it's cool. Go for it. I'll be nice I promise"
Was I flirting? Whatever it was she was responding. In her own way of course. She probably never got any attention at home with that fat lump. I caught a little smile on her lips as she sat on a Swiss Ball with her legs outstretched. A classic Pilates pose. She was focussing so hard on not messing up that she hadn't realised as she was leaning back on the ball her breasts were threatening to fall out of her top. They were pretty big for a petite woman like Katie.
"Ooh"
Katie let out a cry of distress: she had bent over too far. I hurried over and helped her back on the centre of the ball.
"Thank you! I --"
She was breathless and blushing a dark shade of beetroot. I was standing over the ball with my legs apart and my hand placed tightly around her waist holding her upright. She stood up gingerly gripping onto my bicep. I touched her shoulder gently
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