by Pamela Prim
“Do that again,” he said when she rubbed her clit with the pad of her thumb. She repeated it for him and he leaned forward, mimicking the motion with his tongue.
“Like that?”
Alicia was breathless. She only nodded at him and he continued, repeating the motion, twirling his tongue in circles around her clit before lapping at it in firm strokes. He did everything that she’d shown him and more, putting her lips over her and vibrating them over her skin, sucking on her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He knelt down before her, wrapping her legs over his shoulders, held her hips to the table so that she couldn’t squirm away from him. Alicia put her hands on the back of his head and humped against his face, her legs shaking, but he pulled away before she could cum. He grinned at her, reached up to pinch and twist her nipples, sending delicious pain down her body, cooling her off. When he was satisfied and sure she wouldn’t cum right away, he began eating her again, slipping two fingers into her pussy, curving them up and forward to hit the sweet spot. Again, she tried to cum on his face. Again, he denied her, pulling back, licking and biting at her thighs.
He lifted his body, climbing over her to kiss her mouth, to spread her flavor over her lips. She licked him clean, reaching down to clamp her hand around his cock, which was hard again and throbbing against her palm. Alicia tried to guide it inside of her but he stopped her hands, pinning them above her head on the table. She looked at him with wide, pleading eyes. So ready. She was so ready to take him, desperate for it.
“Do you want my cock, princess? Do you want me to fuck you?”
She nodded and he shifted to pin both her wrists with one large hand, bringing the other to her face to slap her lightly across the cheek.
She corrected herself immediately. “Yes, daddy,” she panted.
“Mm,” he said, “Good girl.”
Alicia gasped when he pressed the head of his cock inside her and filled her in shallow, progressive strokes. She stretched more with every push, every thrust filling her up until he was buried inside of her, his cock so deep that she could feel him in her gut. He groaned, fucking her slow but hard, slamming into her in a deliberate rhythm. Every push knocked the wind out of her and she was gasping for breath, gasping his name, her hands struggling to free themselves from his grasp so that she could pull him in faster. He held her tight, biting into her neck, moving at an agonizing pace. His free hand was holding her hips still, too, so that she couldn’t arch to meet his thrusts. He looked her in the eye and grinned, grinding into her, toying with her body.
“Tell daddy what you want, princess. Say it out loud.”
“I want more,” she moaned, her voice high and breathless. “Faster. Please.”
Xavier sped up gradually, thrusting his hips upward to hit her g-spot. He began to truly fuck her then, letting go of her hands so that he could hold her knees apart. Alicia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to ravage his mouth with hers. He took one of her hands and placed it between her legs, instructing her to rub her clit while he pounded away. Her hips began to buck against his and she started to tremble, so close to release.
And he pulled out of her. Grasped her hand in his and pulled it from between her legs. He smacked her pussy gently with the flat of his fingers, sharp enough to push back her orgasm. Alicia moaned and writhed and pleaded, but he refused to give in, instead laughing at her cries.
“I told you that you would regret being a tease,” he said. “Now, who’s in control?”
“You are,” she said immediately, her voice cracked with frustration. “You’re in control. Please. Please.”
“Mm,” he said quietly in her ear. “I like it when you beg.”
She responded with a whimper. Xavier then pulled her down off the table by the legs and flipped her over so that her ass was in the air. He wasted no time in pushing into her, filling her once more, his cock hitting hard and deep and exquisitely painful. He grabbed her hair at the scalp and tugged her head back, pinning her hands behind her back with his free hand. He used her body as leverage and pounded her so hard that she couldn’t even moan. The only sounds in the room was their ragged breathing mixed with the sound of his hips smacking against her ass. Her arms and her neck were sore already, but the pain somehow added to the experience. He allowed her to arch backward to meet his thrusts and she was gritting her teeth, trying not to scream, trying not to give him the satisfaction of halting her orgasm. She fought it back, knowing that he would pull away anyway, bit her lip so hard it bled.
When he pulled out and let go of her, she couldn’t help but let out a sob of desperation. She was so close. So, so close. Alicia kept whispering please over and over, begging him.
“I’ll be good,” she said, the words pouring out of her. “I need to cum, daddy. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll obey. Please, please, please.”
Her pussy was soaked and swollen and throbbing with need. Cruelly, he slipped inside of her once more, pumping in and out a few times, his hips slow and teasing. Then he climbed on the table himself, pulling her on top of him. She eagerly settled down on his cock and began to ride, losing herself, using his body to please hers. She jerked her hips against his over and over, rocking back and forth, bouncing him deep inside of her while rubbing her clit. He reached up to pinch her nipples, then pulled her face down to his.
“Cum, princess,” he said against her lips. “Cum for me.”
She wasted no time. Her climax ripped through her body, nearly propelling her up and off his cock with the force of it. He held her hips and lifted his against them, riding her out while she came, sending another orgasm through her body, then another. She was moaning high and loud, out of control, lost in her pleasure, clawing at his chest with her nails. Alicia felt like she had shattered, like she had been split in half. She fell against his body then, kissing him ravenously. He responded in the same way, bouncing up inside of her, holding her hips still when he came, his body shaking underneath her.
They laid still for a moment, both panting, both completely spent. He stroked her spine with his fingertips, kissing the top of her head.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good,” she said, nipping at his bottom lip. “Better than good.”
He grinned, lifted her off of him, stood up and got them both a glass of water. She liked the look of him naked, all slim muscle, the hair on his chest a new, curly grey.
“So,” she said, taking a sip from the glass. “Have I earned a full-time position?”
He climbed on top of her and she wrapped her hands around his soft cock, teasing and toying with it until he was half-hard in her palm again. She wanted more. And more and more. He gazed at her with a smile on his face, tilting his head down to capture her lips between his.
“I think we could work something out,” he said, as he finally stiffened fully against her fingers. She guided him inside of her, grinding slowly up against his hips. He laughed, beginning to fuck her in lazy strokes.
“Greedy girl.”
Story 58
She was lost again! Cassie paused at the junction of a long hallway, her eyes darting left and right. Which way were the elevators? Left? Right? Straight ahead?
The entire building made her feel like she’d been somehow dumped into a maze. She got lost easily and often and she hoped that would eventually pass as she familiarized herself with the place. It had only been a week, she consoled herself, surely everyone who ever started to work there had the same experience with the place.
That might be true but she knew that tardiness was inexcusable, especially when it came to meetings that her boss, Carl Marks, absolutely had to be present for, and her heart skipped a few beats if she wondered if today would be the day she was fired, and all because she couldn’t seem to manage to find her way to the stupid elevators!
The file in her hand rustled, a not-so-silent indictment. She had to hurry. The meeting was in just a few minutes and she still had to get back to Mr. Marks’s office and deliver
the file plus gather her thoughts so she could do her job in the meeting.
Oh if only she wasn’t so confused! Why couldn’t the corporation simply put signage up so it would be easier to navigate the bland and endless corridors and the often hidden, in plain sight, banks of elevators that didn’t always go to the floors she needed to be on.
Mr. Marks was going to be furious if she were late!
The thought of her boss made her start walking again, her eyes desperately seeking some familiar landmark in the sea of cubicles and closed doors. A little shiver ran up her spine as she considered what he would say if she were late today.
What if he didn’t fire her? What if, instead, he walked toward her, his dark and perfectly coiffed hair slightly mussed by one strong hand and his dark brown eyes blazing with anger? What if he stopped just short of her body, his lean and elegant frame betraying his rage with a few trembles?
What if he said, in that deep and smoky baritone voice of his, “Miss Wilson, you are late again. This is wholly unacceptable. You must be punished. Lift your skirt, remove your panties, and bend over my desk for your spanking,” and then she did bend over his desk like that and he did spank her?
Cassie had no idea where that fantasy had sprung up from. It made her face hot and her panties flood with sticky juices though. Cassie knew about sex, but knowing about it was as far as it went. At eighteen she’d somehow managed to not get laid at all, and not because she didn’t want to either.
The elevators! Relief filled her and she dashed toward them and got in just before the doors closed. The fantasy had vanished for a moment but she got off the elevators and scrambled madly toward the door of Marks’s office it came back, causing her face to flush and her breath to come far too quickly.
Marks’s office featured both an outer area where her own desk sat, and the inner office where he currently sat. He’d removed the dark Italian wool jacket to reveal the crisp white button-down he wore below, and the shirt hugged the broad expanse of his shoulders and when he looked up and shifted slightly.
The natural flex of his powerful body made her throat dry and her pulse speed up. She said, “I’ve brought you the file and my things are ready to go. The meeting is…”
He waved a hand at her. “I’m aware of when the meeting is.” His eyes stayed on hers and she squirmed, wondering if he was able to see that hidden desire for him written large on her face.
There was a framed print behind his head and she caught a faint and ghostly reflection of herself. Long blonde hair neatly tucked into a bun that pulled her hair back from her high pale forehead. Her blue eyes were wide and two spots of color rode high in her cheeks and her full lips were parted slightly from exertion.
She glanced down to see that her formerly neat blue blouse had wrinkled slightly over her full breasts and her skirt had twisted slightly. To top it all off there was a small run beginning in one of her stockings, right down near her right foot.
Irritation and worry ran through her. Mr. Marks had yet to speak again. She had no idea if she was dismissed or to stay. She gulped hard and asked, “Would you like me to gather anything else before we go, Sir?”
He waved one hand at her, “No, no thank you. I’m merely waiting for Hodges and Slay to show up… oh, there they are now.”
Cassie pasted what she hoped was a very professional smile on her face as the other two men walked in. Hodges, like Marks and Slay, was in his early thirties and extremely handsome. Unlike Marks and Slay, Hodges was a very fair blonde with icy blue eyes and a habit of scrutinizing her closely. Cassie blushed and hastily looked away from his intense gaze. She was always terrified that he had measured her up and somehow found her wanting.
Marks stood and said, “Please retrieve the necessary items and follow us, Miss Wilson.”
She nodded and followed them out of the office, grabbing her bag as they passed her desk. The worrisome run in her stocking caught her attention again and she gnawed at her bottom lip. She knew very well that her appearance was a reflection of her boss, and that right then she hardly looked her best.
That alone might get her fired and she definitely needed this job. She was fresh out of school, and on her own. She’d rushed out into the world with the money she’d saved from working while she was in high school and she knew, far too well, how little money was left in her bank account.
Those rather depressing thoughts were pushed aside when she caught a whiff of Marks’s cologne floating on the air he’d already passed through. That spicy exotic scent he wore was entirely masculine and she inhaled it then held her breath, hoping to keep it in her nostrils just a little longer.
She knew she was playing with fire. Fantasizing about her boss was a silly, and senseless, thing to do. It was wholly possible that she would end up losing her job if she didn’t start concentrating on more important things than sexual fantasies that invariably left her frustrated and horny, say making sure her stockings were in good repair and memorizing the layout of the building.
They entered an elevator and headed toward the building’s highest floors. The elevator gave off a weird little groan and she frowned as it lurched slightly then steadied. A little tremble ran through her but the car’s ascent smoothed out and they finished the ride without issue, to her relief.
Several days before a woman had been trapped in an elevator for several hours! Many of the elevators were undergoing repairs and she knew that many of them were being completely replaced due to some damage done to them after that last earthquake.
The doors of the car slid open with a pneumatic whine, cutting off her thoughts. They headed for the large conference room with Cassie walking behind them. She had a perfect view of all their backsides, shown off by their well-tailored pants.
Desire shot through her as the men’s long legs moved, their slacks clinging to the lean muscles of their calves and thighs and the firm uplift of their well-toned asses. Her mouth hung open slightly as she watched them move, and she felt that same pleasurable rush of excitement flow through her body, sending heat sweeping down her lower body and into her pelvis.
She shook her head to clear it as they went I not the conference room. The others were gathered, their secretaries and assistants sitting or standing nearby. There were no free chairs so she hastily opened her tablet to make notes and stood at the ready, trying not to look around at the other assistants.
All of them were so put together! The torn stocking and the wrinkled blouse made her feel insecure and slightly ashamed. She was much younger than the other assistants and she was aware of that but she was angry at herself anyway. She had a lot more to prove than they did, and she couldn’t even keep her stocking from running!
The meeting had started while she’d been lost in her recriminations. She hurriedly began to take notes, shifting slightly so the heavy bag hanging over her shoulder wouldn’t interfere with her hands and arms.
She cast a quick look about hoping someone else might have set their bag down so she could follow suit but, of course, not one bag sat on the floor. The bosses often got up and walked around the tables or toward the spot where the presentation materials were set up. It wouldn’t do for one of them to trip or fall.
The meeting dragged on and on. She took her notes and fretted about her appearance. She took notes and imagined Marks taking her back to the office and chastising her in delicious ways for her inability to maintain a proper appearance.
Eventually the meeting ended. Marks, Slay, and Hodges stayed after for a few minutes, discussing something in low tones in a corner as the others all drifted out and headed for their own offices.
Cassie put her tablet back into her bag and forced herself not to fidget. It was far past quitting time, and she was wondering if she was supposed to simply leave or stay. Marks offered no help, his back was to her and the three men were obviously engaged in a serious conversation she was loathe to intrude upon.
Marks finally exclaimed, “We’ve forgotten the time, fellas! Forgive us, Miss
Wilson, I didn’t mean to keep you late.”
She smiled, “That’s okay, Sir.”
They headed, in a group, for a bank of elevators. The car came to a rattling halt and Cassie gave it a worried glance as she stepped inside, accompanied by the three men. The doors shut and the car began to descend in a creaking and halting fashion. Cassie, nervous, glanced around but none of the others seemed to notice and she took a deep breath, telling herself it was fine, after all they didn’t seem worried.
Then the elevator stopped. It didn’t stop at the floor it was supposed to either. It shuddered to a groaning stop directly between two floors.
Sweat popped up on Cassie’s forehead. She stared at the men, at the doors, and the blinking light located above the door where a number should have registered.