Her cheeks burned, and her lips pouted open, but she couldn’t move. She could only stare at Cameron. Even then, she couldn’t see any of him but his burning eyes. “I asked you a question, Sonya. Does this turn you on?”
“Yes.”
“I want to hear you say it. Say it turns you on.”
“It turns me on.”
“You’ll have to do better than that, Sonya. Make me believe it turns you on. Make me believe you’re not just saying that for something to say.”
She swallowed hard. She had no idea what he wanted her to do. What could she do to make him believe it?
“Spread your legs for me.”
She blinked. What did he just say?
He purred under his breath. His voice stroked down her skin from her eyelids to her knees. “That’s it. You can do it. Lean back in the chair and spread your legs. Let me look up your skirt to your panties. Let me see how wet you are.”
His voice commanded her. She saw him work this trick on his audiences until he held them in the palm of his hand. She leaned back until her head touched the chair back. When she did that, her legs stuck out in front of her so she couldn’t keep them together. They groaned apart to stretch her short skirt against her thighs. Her knees pointed straight at Cameron.
His eyes darted down to her crotch and back up to her face. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“I never wear it.”
He shook his head, and his jaw muscle clenched once. “Now I know you’re dying for it. I thought you were a repressed little secretary who needed a good fuck, but I can see now you’re raging horny. How did you ever stand to spend the last three years of your life with out-of-touch Liam?”
How had she stood it? She told herself she never wore underwear because it was more comfortable. She told herself she never thought about sex when, all the time, something monstrous and horrible lurked beneath the surface, just waiting to rear its ugly head and devour her.
One time, five years ago before she ever met Liam, she rode the New York subway on a drowsy summer afternoon. People packed the car so she could barely find space to squeeze in. The door closed against her back, and the train lurched away when a hand slid up her skirt to find her raw, vivid pussy bare and open to the world.
Those fingers delved and explored her engorged slit for half an hour before the man sitting next to her got up and left at a wayside station. He left her aching and hungry for more, but what could she do? She didn’t take the next train downtown to pick up a man to peg her in an alley behind a bar. She didn’t call up one of the guys from work who constantly hit on her and asked her out. She could have gotten laid then and there without further ado.
She didn’t do any of that. She went home and changed into her pyjamas. She curled up on the couch in front of the TV and watched the latest episode of Hard to Hold. She didn’t even touch herself when she went to bed. She left herself completely unsatisfied.
What was wrong with her? What kind of disease prevented her from seizing the pleasure and happiness she craved in her deepest soul? Was she completely beyond redemption, that she didn’t even try to make herself happy? If she didn’t care enough to win her own happiness, she must not deserve it at all.
Cameron’s chair creaked, but she never moved her eyes away from his face. He told her to do this, so she did it. He wanted to see, and he was going to see. He would see how disgusting and unholy she was. Then maybe he would leave her alone.
Chapter 3
“Pull your skirt up so I can see you better.”
She didn’t hesitate. She was in this. She spread her legs and let him see her slit. She might as well go the distance. She lifted her ass off the chair enough to hitch her skirt around her hips. She sat down, and she could spread her legs farther. Her nether lips blipped open against their wetness.
“That’s good. Now lie back so I can see how hot you really are.”
She leaned back in her chair, and the hot wetness of her cunt spread over her whole body. It softened the stiff tension of their first conversation. When she relaxed a little, she could feel her own arousal for the first time. Her eyes half-closed, and she panted through parted lips.
“You’re hot for it, aren’t you? You’re hot and wet. Your pussy is red and swollen.”
She let out a gasp of pleasure. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to see how horny and turned on she was.
“Unbutton your shirt. Let me see your sweet tits.”
She didn’t see him clearly through her sagging eyelids. She saw only herself in all her burning glory. She was more turned on right now than she’d ever been in her life. Her tissues throbbed in naked lust, and the sticky nectar oozed from her engorged cunt to evaporate on her quivering ass.
She flicked open the buttons holding her shirt closed. She spread the two sides to expose her lacy white bra. She unhooked the front clasp, and the cups fell away from her pendulous globes. Her breasts flopped free, and the nipples tightened in the open air.
“That’s so nice, Sonya. You’re so beautiful like that. That’s good. Lie back. Let me see you like that.”
She spread herself out for his inspection. She seethed in tormented agony. She wanted sex. She smelled the vapors rising from her own sore pussy. She longed for something to fill her up and drive her wild. She hungered for something she couldn’t identify, something that would release her from her long torpor and make her fully alive for once in her life.
She draped her arms over the chair. Her thighs twitched all the way up to her precious pussy. He could see how wet she was. He could see how much she wanted it.
“Touch yourself.”
Her eyes snapped open to stare at him. “What?”
“Touch yourself. Show me how you pleasure yourself. I want to see you get yourself off.”
She couldn’t move. Get herself off? When was the last time she did that? She never did it since she got together with Liam. She let him do it for her when she got off at all. How exactly did she do it?
The gentle softness vanished from his eyes. “I told you to touch yourself, Sonya. Did you hear me?”
She nodded. She couldn’t speak to save her life.
“Touch yourself, Sonya. Touch that wet pussy of yours. Let me see you cum.”
She moved her arms on the chair, but she couldn’t bring herself to inch her hands in the direction of her crotch.
He swiveled his chair sideways with a shake of his head. “Don’t do that, Sonya. Don’t throw my orders back in my face. That could go very badly for you, and I wouldn’t want that. Put your hand on your pussy and play with your clit.”
She still didn’t move. He took one look at her mouth hanging open.
“All right, Sonya. I can see you’re not used to this, so I’ll make it easier for you. Put your hands on your knees.”
She could manage that much. She moved her hands and covered her knee caps with her fingers.
“Now rock them back and forth and let me hear you moan. Tell me how much you want it.”
She swayed her legs back and forth. Moaning was easy. The desire roiling inside her came up through her throat of its own accord. Her eyelids weighed a ton, and her skin tingled all over. She let out a long breath, and the sound of her own moaning carried her forward to greater and longer moaning.
Her thighs melted. Her hips turned to jelly and dribbled between her legs in puddles of wet. She sighed and mewed in craven lust.
“Are you turned on right now, Sonya? Do you want me to see you touch yourself.”
“Yes.” God, how she wanted him to see her! She wanted to rise to the heights of climactic desire. If she couldn’t take herself there, he could.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
She closed her eyes the rest of the way and gave vent to her torturous emotions. “I want it. I want you to see me. Oh, God, I can’t stand this. I need it so bad.”
“Run your fingertips up and down your thighs. Turn yourself on, Sonya. Get yourself hot and wet.”
She trailed her fingertips up and down the inside edge of her thighs. Sparkles of passionate desire tickled up her ass to her cunt. “Oh, my God! That feels so good. That makes me so damn hot.”
“That’s it. Make yourself so hot you cum for me. I want to hear you sing.”
She ran her fingertips all the way up to her hips, but she didn’t dare touch herself without his say-so. She lingered over her swollen mons in a ferment of anticipation.
“Do you want to play with yourself now? Are you ready to touch yourself?”
“Yes. I want it.”
“Do you want to cum, baby? Do you want to scream for me?”
“I want to cum so bad. I want you to hear me scream.”
“Do you know how beautiful you are right now, Sonya? Do you know how hot you make me? Any man would want to fuck you right now.”
“I want to turn you on. I want to make you hot for me.” Where did these words come from? Where did these cravings come from? They spoke out of their own raging heat, without any impetus from her.
“You make me so hard, Sonya. You always have. I wanted to fuck you the very first time you walked into this office, but I could see you weren’t ready for that. Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Oh, yes! Oh, God, please fuck me. I need it so bad.”
“Not yet, baby. You’re not ready for that just yet.”
“Oh, please.”
“Touch yourself for me first. I want to see what you’re like when you cum. Can you feel me licking you? Can you feel my fingers inside you?”
“Oh, yes, that feels so good.”
“Show me, baby. Show me how you touch yourself while you think about me licking you and getting you off.”
She let her hand fall on her sweet mound. She heaved once at the first touch, but in another moment, her fingers found the saturated slit between her petals. She gave her clitoris a feather touch. It didn’t need anymore. It leapt under her finger, and the honey flowed from her fountain when she circled it.
She wanted so much more than her clitoris could give her. A burning itch ate into her from the inside. She had to scratch that itch with all her strength. She dabbled in her slit and stirred the sauce around her lips. She spread it up over her clit, but the vacuous hole yawning open called her further down.
She dipped her fingers farther in to find the pleasure spot just inside the opening. She could work that spot all day long, and it would only grow and grow with ever-increasing hunger. It needed. It needed everything she could throw at it and never be satisfied. It would never give up its devouring need until it got...
She stopped short before she allowed herself to complete that thought. What did it need? It needed something thick and hard and mean, something dangerous and penetrating and destroying. It needed something a lot bigger than her finger to burst her wide open and send her over the moon.
He read her thoughts. “You need it, don’t you, baby? You need something inside you. You need my hard cock nailing you to the wall.”
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. I need it.”
“Say it, baby. Say what you need.”
“I need your cock. I need your hard cock. I need it big and hard. Oh, God, don’t do this to me. I can’t stand this. I need it so bad.”
“Beg for it, baby. Beg me to fuck you right now.”
“Oh, fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard. I can’t do this. I can’t stand this. Oh, please.”
“Finger yourself, baby. Stick your finger in your pussy and tell me how much you like it.”
She plunged one finger in as far as it would go, but that wasn’t enough so she added another one. She couldn’t reach her cervix buried deep inside, so she attacked that pleasure spot near the entrance. She hooked her fingers against it, but no matter which way she turned, she found another place that brought her to the brink of insanity. She worked right and left, and everything she did made her moan and writhe and sob.
He watched from behind his desk. She couldn’t see his hands gripping the chair arms with white knuckles, but she imagined the pulsating bulge tightening against his pants. If only she could get to it, she would go to work on that thing with all her tempestuous passion.
Never before in her life had she known what to do with a stiff cock, but she knew now. She knew how to touch and suck and take that cock until she reduced herself to a sweating, screeching mess. He was right. This had nothing to do with any man. This was all about her and what she wanted.
She buried her whole hand in her steaming pussy, but she could never satisfy herself. Her G spot swelled under her continuous attention. It puffed to fill her whole cavern with its blood-saturated flesh. It clamped around her fingers so she couldn’t bend them anymore, but still, she yearned for more and more and more.
“That’s right, baby. You’re a horny little beast, aren’t you? Let me see how you cum all over those fingers of yours.”
If only she could cum, she could get some relief from this killing ache. She hovered on the very limit of endurance, but she couldn’t cross the boundary into the world of bottomless ecstasy.
He waited, but at last she sank back in the chair in defeat. Her hand hung limply over her mound, and she let her heaving breath subside.
Cameron broke in on her reverie. “What’s wrong, Sonya? You said you wanted to cum.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry. It’s just that...I don’t know. It’s just...”
“It’s just what?”
“It’s not enough. I need more. I don’t know why.”
He shook his head. “Do you need even more help? I’m surprised at you. Here. Try this.”
Chapter 4
Cameron slid open his desk drawer and drew something out. He handed it across the desk before Sonya got a good look at it. He set it on its base so it stuck up toward the ceiling, shiny and pliant and bright purple.
She stared at the thing. She’d heard about them, but never seen one in real life. It looked like an enormous purple dick, real in every respect except the simple fact that it wasn’t attached to any living body. What was she supposed to do with that?
“Take it. I think you’ll find it does the job.”
She picked it up and twirled it in her hand. It lay cold and dead and rubbery in her hand, not like a real flesh-and-blood cock at all.
“Stick it inside your pussy.”
She turned it to point toward her, but that made no sense at all.
“Stick it in your pussy, Sonya. I want to see your sweet juice covering its head.”
That convinced her. She could follow any guidance when he told her what to do. She lowered it between her legs. It sizzled against her fingers and seemed to leap to life when it came near her. She inched it closer to her slit, and a shiver of excitement went through her guts.
She touched the lifeless rubber to her burning leaves. Her clit spasmed at the touch. Her body could imagine a real man attached to that thing, that tool moving in on her to split her wide open.
She circled her opening with the thing’s rounded head. She coated it with her nectar. It didn’t feel lifeless and alien now. It wanted her, the same way a real man would want her. It could bring her to her climax as well as any man.
She had a man, though, didn’t she? Cameron was here, right over there across the desk. He gave her this gift—not that rubbery thing, but this moment. He gave her the pleasure as certainly as if he took her himself.
She dug the thing deeper into her gash, and the thick flesh around her opening welcomed it in. She angled it around in a circle to nudge every available spot. Her mouth fell open in a ragged groan of deepest desire.
“That’s the way. Nice and easy. Work that thing into your cunt, baby. Does that feel good? Does that make you want to cum, little girl?”
She lost all awareness of the man across the room. She spoke to herself, to the tool in her hand. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. That’s so good. It’s so big and thick and hard. God, I want your cock. I want it so bad. Oh, God, I want to fuck. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me h
ard.”
When did she learn to beg like that? When had she ever wanted anyone or anything to fuck her like she wanted it now?
Never. That’s when. She never said a word during sex before, but now her own words sparked her raging climax to rise from the bottom of her being. Her enormous primal power burst out of her with mind-boggling intensity. She sank that tool to its hilt into her cunt as far as it would go and rode it down hard. She bucked her hips and rubbed her clit with her fingers. Her mouth gaped open in loud, lusty screams of orgasmic fulfillment until the jiz gushed from her font.
She tossed her head from side to side against the chair and let her screams come hard and fast. She surfed one wave of exploding release after another. No sooner did she soar down one long sloping wave than another lifted her up to the crashing peaks of ecstasy again.
She fell apart and came back together again on that inhospitable tool. She sat down on it to her body’s natural limit. It touched every place along her channel with its ridged surface to give her whole body the inner massage it needed with such desperate fury.
Fireworks of glorious color burst before her eyes and extended their tendrils out to her fingertips and toes. Her whole body glowed with vibrant life. Was she alive, or had she erupted into some supernova of carnal satisfaction? She didn’t know. It didn’t matter anymore.
When the last wave lowered her down to Earth once again and she lay shattered and limp on her chair, she lacked the strength to remove the purple shaft from her folds. She left it where it was and let her life drift away from her.
What would her life become after this? She could never be the same. She could never be satisfied with anything short of this. If she never touched another man again, she could get this by herself. Some several dozen shops downtown sold these sex toys. She could get one there or online and never depend on a man for satisfaction again.
Before she could pull herself together, she heard Cameron’s voice murmuring to her from close by. “That’s right. That’s so good. You are so hot, baby. I knew you could do it.”
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