Authors: J. S. Scott
“Please don’t do this to me," her voiced was choked with tears as she begged. It was humiliating and degrading. He didn’t really want her…he just wanted to deflate her, make her pay for betraying him. She didn’t blame him…but she couldn’t do this.
“You have a choice,” he told her quietly.
No. She had no choice. She would have to comply to keep him quiet and to keep her job. How far was he really going to take this? She was a plain Jane. It was likely he was just trying to teach her a lesson. She lifted her shaking hand to her hair clip and unfastened it, letting her dark-blonde hair cascade over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back.
“Come here,” he ordered as he stood.
She hesitantly walked around the desk until she was close enough for him to run his hands through her hair as he growled, “Continue. Take off your cloths now or I will remove them…and I won’t be gentle.”
She was mortified and red-faced, but her panties were soaked. His gruff demands were turning her on.
She couldn’t afford new clothes, so she quickly removed her suit jacket and started unbuttoning her high-necked blouse. She worked the buttons as if she were in a dream state. Was this really happening? She removed her blouse and started working on her skirt, reaching for the zipper behind her which thrust her lace-clad breasts into his face. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he buried his face in her hair. He trailed his tongue over her ear and down her neck.
She was getting hot and wet, part humiliated and part excited – and so very vulnerable. His for the taking. And as he covered his mouth with hers she knew she was going to get taken, his embrace telling her this was no simple undressing type of humiliation. It was way more serious and totally dangerous. His kiss was scorching and demanding and he gave no quarter, thrusting his hot tongue in and out of her mouth like he wanted to devour her. He lifted his head while he watched her continue to remove everything except her panties and bra. His eyes were blazing and intent, moving over her body and inspecting her from head to toe.
“Everything. Take them off.” He leaned back against the desk again as she quivered, but continued to remove her bra and panties.
Lori had complied quickly, leaving her completely exposed. Her pussy was saturated. She was shaking and terrified, but her excitement was beginning to eclipse her fear.
“It’s time for your punishment, Lori,” he murmured as he lead her to the front of the desk.
“Bend over and grab your ankles," he instructed calmly.
“W-Why?” she asked fearfully, afraid of what was to come but getting so hot she could barely breath.
“The longer it takes for you to obey, the more you get punished. Now bend over. I want your sweet ass bare and up in the air,” he commanded as he ran his hand over her ass cheeks, stroking each globe up and down like a prized possession.
She bent and grabbed her ankles, shaking with anticipation. Her ass was in the air, exposed, as was her wet, hot and shivering pussy. She waited anxiously while he stroked her ass. Was he going to take her from behind?
His hand came down in a noisy slap as it hit both cheeks so low it slapped her aching pussy and her ass at the same time. She flinched and bit her bottom lip. He stroked his finger in her dripping pussy, teasing her clit. The pain and pleasure nearly brought her to her knees. He was actually spanking her, paddling her ass in firm strokes.
“You were very disloyal, Lori,” he told her as he continued stroking and slapping. “I need to teach you not to ever betray me,” he alternated his firm smacks with a quick strokes into her tender wet folds. Over and Over. Again and again.
The blood was rushing to her head from her bent over position, but she was slick from her hot juices that were running down her thighs from her arousal.
He paused as rubbed her tender ass. “Have you learned your lesson yet?” His voice was casual, but she could hear the desire entwined with control.
“Yes, Mr. Walker,” she told him as her red-hot ass continued to burn.
Lori had never known that punishment could be a combination of pain and pleasure. It felt like her whole body was on fire. She was so out of mind with passion that she just wanted him to fuck her. Hard and fast.
What was happening to her? She had never had never felt such visceral, gut-twisting lust.
He pulled her up and into a white hot embrace. His tongue dueled passionately with hers as his hands roamed her body possessively. His mouth went to her breast and he bit her nipple and then soothed it with a lick. Nip. Lick. Nip. Lick. She was completely lost. She had never had a man who dominated her so sweetly and it was a heady, erotic experience.
His hand slid down to her damp mound and teased at the slit, flicking his thumb lightly over her clit. She was already so close. She wanted to come so badly that she was whimpering. His thumb flicked over her bud as his mouth continued teasing her breasts.
She moaned, trying to thrust her burning clit against his stroking fingers.
“Please, Mr. Walker,” she begged, not exactly knowing what she wanted.
“Matt,” he groaned as he released her to remove his shirt. Buttons popped as he forced it over his head. He made short work of the rest of his clothes and stood before her naked, his cock erect and enormous.
She licked her lips nervously as she eyed his erect member. Michael had been her only lover and he wasn’t built anything like the man before her. She could only imagine the sweet pleasure with something of that size filling her. It might start out somewhat painfully, but to have Matt stretching her, completely embedded inside of her would become a type of bliss she had never known.
“Sit in the chair,” he demanded. “And spread your legs wide open.”
She sat down in the office chair and draped her legs over the side, eager to obey. She wanted him to master her, take what he wanted.
.
“Wider. I want you completely open to me.”
She stretched her legs wide, feeling the burn from the wide spread. He ran his hands over her body, lingering on her inner thighs. He kneeled and starting running his scorching, talented tongue where his hands had been.
“Did your ex-boyfriend go down on you, Lori? Did he lick your sweet pussy until you screamed?" His voice sounded jealous and possessive.
Oh God, no! Michael had never taken the time. She had never known she could go up in flames like this. Just the thought of his sizzling tongue on her pussy nearly made her climax. “No,” she answered, her voice almost a whisper. “No one has ever done that.”
His tongued traveled slowly toward her naked, pink, tender flesh. “Good,” he snarled with satisfaction as he stroked her lightly with his fingers, teasing her pussy lips and grazing over her clit. “He was an idiot. He didn't pleasure you. He didn’t care what you needed, did he?”
“No...he didn’t, Matt,” she moaned, desperate to feel his tongue, knowing she had never known what it felt like to feel true passion or desire.
“Do you want me to eat you? Do you want my tongue and mouth all over you. Pleasuring you?”
“Yes...oh yes. Please.” She needed it. She needed him. She was panting and writhing, her nails digging into the side of the chair, waiting impatiently for that velvet tongue to stoke her needy pussy.
“Tell me!”
“I need your tongue. Please, Matt.”
He groaned as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue driving into her, his mouth and tongue possessing her. Lapping, teasing, swirling, he invaded her swollen folds, delving into her until he stripped her nub of it’s shield and tormented it over and over again. Her drove her over the edge as he relentlessly devoured her. She exploded in a orgasm so strong she was screaming his name. She nearly passed out from the ecstasy of his wild, hot mouth eating her until she couldn’t breath. Couldn’t think. She could only orgasm helplessly and out of control. He tasted every drop of her until he finally pulled her upright in the chair.
His cock was as hard as steel in front of her face.
“Suck me,” he commanded as he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth towards his gigantic member.
She eagerly licked the tip, tasting it, twirling her tongue all around the head and tasting his pre-cum fluid. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, sucking him hard, wetting his cock and bringing her hand up to stroke down to the base. She worked him with a slow rhythm until he grabbed her head, forcing her into a faster pace.
She loved the sounds of his groans, the hot passion in his voice, as he encouraged her. “Suck me hard, Lori! Oh God...yes. Just like that. You're such a good girl. Your mouth is so sweet on my cock.
He let out a strangled sound as he suddenly stopped her and pulled her up.
“I need to fuck you,” he panted.
There was nothing she wanted more than to have his cock slamming into her, deep and fast. “Fuck me, Matt. Please. I need your cock deep inside of me.”
One swipe of his arm threw everything flying off his desk. He lifted her and placed her in the middle of the now empty space, laying her out with her legs spread wide. He pulled her ass to the edge and held her legs open.
She needed him filling her, stretching her. She reached for his cock but he caught her hands over her head, restraining her easily, both of her wrists in one of his big hands. He reached down to the floor and brought up his tie which had flown off of his desk. He tied her hands over her head, securing it firmly. After he finished… he just looked at her with a mixture of heat and passion. “You look so beautiful like that. I love seeing you like this. So hot, wet and helplessly aroused. So ready for me to fuck you."
She loved the feeling of the restraint. She felt so…dominated. She was laid out naked and tied. It felt so good just to lay there and feel her whole body quaking, waiting for him to satisfy her.
He brought his cock to her opening and slowly slipped the head into her empty, aching channel. “Is this what you want?” he asked, in his deep, seductive voice.
“Yes,” she cried, her head thrashing back and forth, no longer in control. "Please, Matt.” She couldn’t take it anymore.
They both moaned as he plunged hard and deep into her steaming, tight hole. It burned as her muscles stretched to accept him as he breached her. He grabbed her by the hips and ass, pulling her completely onto his shaft. He started pumping her in deep, hot strokes, keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
She yanked at her restrained hands, squirming, needing more, wanting more. He was playing her body like a musical instrument, totally in control and driving her to the brink of madness.
“Fuck me harder, Matt. Faster,” she pleaded, ready to sob from her need to come. She knew he was on the edge, but he maintained control as he kept a hot, hard rhythm, thoroughly taking her, possessing her, owning her.
She knew the moment he lost all control. Both of them were slick with sweat, moaning their pleasure, lost to all sanity as his pace increased, his stiff, hard cock slamming into her over and over. She closed her eyes and exploded as he pistoned her hard and fast. He fingered her clit, forcing the waves of pleasure to extend as he released his fiery, spurting stream deep inside of her with a deep, vibrating groan.
He released her wrists and pulled her up and into his arms, holding her tightly as both of their tremors subsided. She wrapped herself around him, wanting to never let go of her angel/demon as they both slid to the floor in a heap of naked bodies and sweat, panting and gasping as they tried to recover their senses. They stayed wrapped together in a limp mass of bodies until they could breath again.