by Lucia Jordan
Both their eyes were drawn down for a moment to the picture of his knob coming to rest against her slick entrance. They watched as he teased her opening with the tip of his cock for a moment, causing another quiver within her core, before he finally pushed forward, the thick head of his cock disappearing inside her.
Holly let out a soundless sigh, her muscles clutching around the initial intrusion. She held on tighter to her locked legs, and instinctively pushed her ass a little higher off the desk. He put his hands on either side of her head, using it as an anchor as with his hips, he surged forward.
Holly’s eyes widened as her whole body stiffened, her teeth clamping down on her tongue to quell her choking screech. His eyes were on her face as he laid his weight over her, bearing down. Buried deep inside her, almost to the hilt, was his cock.
Not breathing, Holly waited, transfixed, for her pussy walls to stop twitching, as they grew accustomed to the aching fullness, the searing heat of him.
Oh my God, she thought dazedly, feeling impossibly, deliciously stretched. Somewhere deep inside her, she turned to molten jelly. Not taking his eyes off her face, he withdrew, and then shoved in once again. This time Holly’s lips parted wide but just in time, she remembered his stipulation. She was very, very afraid that she wouldn’t be able to keep that promise after all…
*
There was nothing, absolutely nothing, as exquisite as having him deep inside her. He was just as in command as when he was Mr. Newman, her boss. Now, he was her lover, and he was taking her with a sweet, hard force that made her eyes moisten and her pussy pulse with passion.
She could hear his ragged breathing, but that was the only indication as to how much self-control it was taking him to start slow. He began with an easy, yet no less penetrating, fuck. Holly got to feel every ridge, every raised vein of his thick, throbbing shaft. With each measured, long and slow stroke, he drove himself deeper into her till she could feel his tip scraping at her cervix.
Time and again, she felt like he was bringing her closer to that point of no return. With each moan she swallowed down, with every sigh of delight she nursed, she knew she was just inches away from giving in totally to the ecstasy of his powerful lovemaking.
And then, without warning, he stopped teasing her with his slow, oil-pump thrusts. Once it seemed her inner walls had begun to get used to his massive girth, he ramped the pace. His hips moved faster, angling into spots that had her blinking with head-spinning bliss. By this time, he was buried so completely inside her that his hips bumped against her ass with each thrust. To get an even more in-depth angle, he pushed down on her raised knees, lifting them so that her ankles almost crossed behind her neck. Holly was oblivious to the discomfort of this position; her body was too intent on the fact that now he could fuck her deeper, harder.
She was aware of every inch of him settling snugly within her each time he rocked forward. And whenever he pulled back, she almost sobbed. Now that he was holding her legs up, she had her hands free to cup over her mouth to stifle the cries that threatened to erupt. She had to keep reminding herself that the door wasn’t locked and that his secretary was right beyond the opposite side of the wall.
Nothing seemed to faze her boss, though, Holly felt. Apart from the slightly flushed glaze over his face, he was like a fuck machine, intent on only one thing: to bring her, and him, to a body-shuddering climax.
Minutes must have ticked by, but it felt like much, much longer. Every second was amplified, expanded, by the bruising thickness of his meaty pole dipping into her again and again. Suddenly, he straightened slightly so that he could slip a hand between their merged bodies. His thumb moistened itself on her juices which coated her pussy and his thrusting shaft. Taking that whetted thumb, he reached down and nudged against the lower part of her body, at her clenching arse hole.
Holly gasped, feeling him sink knuckle-deep into her anal ring. Her sphincter gripped on him instantly, then released his invading thumb in time to her pussy shivering around his cock. In and out, in and out, he thumbed her ass while his cock fucked her pussy. There was no way she could endure much more of this.
He seemed to know this, as his hips moved even faster to an almost blurring speed. Holly’s eyes were locked with his in that moment when the world tipped all the way over for her. Just like that, her orgasm slammed into her and it was like an implosion. From within, she disintegrated and then all her scattered pieces merged together once more, all in an intense, body-shaking minute. He watched her cum, and then he too, finally let go of that iron-clad control. Just as her tensed muscles stopped shivering around his cock, he started to climax, arching into her one finally time as he erupted and pulsed within her.
*
It was hard to believe that the hottest, most intense fuck of her life had just taken place. Her boss, Jason Newman, was back to his ever collected self. He was buttoned up, his tie straightened, his hair pushed back. Not a bead of sweat on his forehead to indicate that he’d just given her a very heated, very thorough shafting right there on his desk.
Holly had been barely able to stand, as he’d promised. Her knees fairly wobbled as she inched off the desk, her recently-pounded vaginal walls aching delightfully. She bent to pick up her discarded panties, till she heard him make a tut-tut sound.
She turned to find him seated behind his desk. He beckoned her forward, and she went to him, each step reminding her how he’d pleasured her deeply and immensely.
“Hand them over,” he said briskly, and knowing exactly to what he was referring, she placed her lacy black panties into his outstretched hand. She watched as he tucked them away inside his suit pocket. “A memento, Holly. For me. And now, you’ll have to walk around all day with no underwear, knowing that you’ve been rightly disciplined. Come here.” He took hold of her wrist, and drew her down so he could capture her lips in a tender, very possessive kiss.
“Just remember what will happen if you get in my bad graces again,” he teased, his eyes twinkling as he broke off the kiss. Holly could only manage a demure smile, her heart beating faster at the promise she found glinting in his dark gaze.
“Now get back to work,” he told her, and with a “yes sir”, she headed out the door, already thinking of new ways to be naughty and hoping she’ll be having more of Mr. Newman’s “discipline” sometime soon…
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Lydia Westwood has the libido that can’t be calmed, and no one can satisfy her. Frustrated with the lack of pleasure she gets from her men, Lydia turns to the world of BDSM, and meets the handsome and mysterious Jack Riding, whose skills and expertise might just give Lydia the orgasm she’s craving, but at what cost?
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Jack Riding continued his assault on Lydia’s clitoris and she cried out as her pleasure mounted. As she began to twitch with the start of an orgasmic wave, he let the riding crop fall and leaned over her naked back to whisper in her ear.
“Why did you join the website?”
“Because,” she gasped. “Because no man has ever been able to make me come before he does when fucking me,” she turned her head slightly. “Can you do it?”
“I can’t promise anything,” Jack replied with a smile. “Now, head down,” he pushed her dark locks over her face and took a hold of her hips. “I like a challenge,” he added, touching just the tip of his cock to her wetness. She tried to back into him and received a slap on her backside for her trouble. “Keep still,” he snapped, and she fought to relax her limbs. Her legs, splayed apart with the restraint revealing and displaying their hidden treasures, which Jack pressed minutely against.
Lydia felt the amazingness of having a lover just touching her – resting his hot, pink glans against her entrance, but not actively seeking it. Her wetness mixed with Jack’s pre-cum and they
seemed to be joined in the heat of the moment.
Then, with barely any thrusting at all, Jack pressed inside her, slowly entering her passage, whilst all the time stroking her clitoris, gently, gently. Heat radiated all over Lydia’s flesh and she felt the wounds Jack had given her glow with a strange mix of pleasure and pain, heightened by this welcome intrusion into her sex. She felt the glowing head of his cock pushing her sex open – making way for the long, thick shaft behind it. She felt, more keenly than before, the way her sex rippled and fluttered over the man’s cock, tasting and touching every time morsel of it. It was more intimate than she had ever felt before.