At The Office

She stood before him, eyes downcast as was proper. She had already removed
most of her clothing as he instructed and now was clad only in one of his
dress shirts and black lace bra and panties. He leaned back in his chair and
pushed himself away from the desk. "Come here," he commanded. She took an
step but was halted by a harsh "no". "You know better than that," he told
her, "on your knees." She lowered herself reluctantly onto all fours and
crawled the distance of the office so she knelt before him. "Closer," he
cooed. She moved until she was between his knees. "Now, my little slut, I
have been thinking about your soft mouth around my cock all day." He ran his
fingers through her hair while the other hand unbuckled his belt and slid
his zipper down. "I shall tell you what to do, my sweet. I want you to pull
my cock out and taste me. Now, now, don't give me that look, I know you want
it. Whores like you always do." Her fingers were warm as they closed around
his shaft. "Good. Now, warm the head with your tongue." She hesitated for a
moment, but then leaned down and drew slow, wet circles over his strained
flesh. He adored the sight and the feeling. She started to run her tongue
down his shaft, an action that was rewarded with a sharp slap on the ass
with his belt. "I didn't tell you to do that," he smirked. Obediently, she
returned her favors to his head. He allowed her to relish him for a few
moments more. "Because I love you so, I will not deny you that which you
want most. Take me all the way into your mouth. Slowly." He groaned as he
slid past her perfect lips and over her pallet. He felt her body jerk as the
gag reflex protested, but she eased him past. He could feel the fluttering
muscles of her throat trying to reject. She continued until her nose was
nearly touching his stomach. He made her stay there, thoroughly enjoying her
discomfort and his control. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes had begun
to water. She whimpered slightly and was greeted with another welt on her
upturned ass. "Silence! You know you are not to speak until granted
permission." Finally, he tapped her on the shoulder, an indication to begin.
Her head began to rise and fall in perfect rhythm, her thick curls brushing
over his hips. He settled himself into the chair and enjoyed the view. She
was always so beautiful when her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her eyes
closed and her brows knit in concentration. He could see her full tits from
his vantage, bouncing slightly with each mouth stroke.  He could barely make
out the pink of her hard nipples through the lace. The wet sounds her mouth
made as she sucked his cock made him groan in delight. He watched for a few
moments more and then pressed his head back. His eyes closed and he wound
his fingers in her hair. "Make me come baby, and swallow it all." He grinned
wickedly while thumbing his belt threateningly. The warmth of her mouth and
a few well timed tongue curls was all that it took. He unconsciously pumped
his hips against her and came into the back of her throat. She inhaled
sharply and did her best to contain the flood of him. He shuddered and then
fell back into his chair, watching contentedly as she cleaned his cock with
her tongue. When she was finished, she sat back on her haunches and waited.
She was lovely, her pouting bottom lip shining with saliva and cum. He
composed himself and dressed. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her back
till she was sitting on the edge of his desk. He hooked his thumbs in the
waistband of her panties and quickly slid them down her legs. She sat rigid
and silent, as she was trained. He held the soaked crotch of her panties
under his nose and inhaled deeply, the mixed scents of her dripping pussy
and expensive perfume made his mouth water. He tucked the small bit of lace
in his pocket and grabbed her knees, spreading them wide. He pressed against
her chest until she laid back on the desk and brought her feet to rest on
the edge as well. He then sat back in his chair and gazed between her
thighs. A groomed triangle atop perfectly shaved lips that were swollen and
parted. There was no hiding how aroused she was. The hood had pulled back
from her erect clit and her sweet inner lips were slicked with her juices.
Were she to have been allowed to move, he was sure that she would be
squirming under his intense stare. He noticed that her breathing had
quickened and a faint blush had spread across her chest. He moved to stand
between her splayed legs and pinched one nipple through her bra. She tensed
but did not cry out. "That's my good girl," he whispered. He walked around
the desk and lowered his lips to her ear. "Do you know what I am going to do
to you?" he asked, knowing that she was weakened by pornographic speech.  "I
am going to settle myself between your thighs and work that hot pussy of
yours. I will start with just the tip of my tongue, stroking your lips.
Then, run the flat of my tongue up the entire length of your slit. Lap you
slowly, between you inner lips and over your clit. Press my nose into your
kinky curls while my tongue opens you. Fuck you with my tongue until my chin
is dripping. Next, I will pull your clit between my lips and swirl it with
my tongue while sucking. My middle finger will press deep into your pussy
draw slow circles inside you. But you are not allowed to come, even when I
slide another finger in." She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut.
This was not fair. Her entire body was aching and trembling. Her inner thigh
muscles where twitching as he teased her with his words. He simply laughed
at her agitation and walked back to the desk and pulled a paper clip from
the top drawer. He threaded her clit through the metal loop and squeezed
until it tightly hugged her hard little nub. He was pleased to see that her
hands were clenched in white knuckled fists. "Don't move, I have a few phone
calls to make." With that he left, leaving her panting and wet on his desk.
She had no idea how long she had been left laying there, she was only aware
of the tortuous pressure on her clit. She opened one eye cautiously and then
the other. She could hear him talking on the phone, but his voice was faint
and far off. In a moment of petty defiance, she reached down between her
legs and tweaked the paper clip. Her entire lower body quivered at the
sharply pleasurable sensation it gave her. She pulled on the thin metal
wires and moaned softly. She quickly stopped and held her breath, petrified
that he may have heard her and would discover her insubordination. She
exhaled in relief when she heard that he was still on the phone. Ignoring
his orders, she slid her fingers over and around her clit, rubbing herself
rudely. Her middle finger slid deep into her pussy and she closed her thighs
around her wrist. The humping motion of her hips and her hand buried in her
mound caused the metal clip to twist and tug at her clit until she was on
the verge of orgasm. Suddenly, her legs were throw apart, so wide that her
tendons strained, and a strong hand gripped her wrist. She winced at his
crushing grip and shame flared in her eyes. "Couldn't wait, you slut?" he
hissed, twisting her arm. She hadn't heard him return and she was now
panicked that she had been caught. With malicious slowness, he unbuckled and
removed his belt again. He released her hand and leaned into her. "This is
going to hurt you far more than it will hurt me." She broke into a sweat and
had to fight the urge to scream. He whipped her viciously between the legs
with his belt, the leather biting into her soft pussy lips. He grinned in
satisfaction at her tiny yelp and the red stripe that quickly rose on her
flesh. Tears streamed down her cheeks and he might have felt badly if he
hadn't noticed how her slit was now dripping. He grabbed her by the shirt
collar an pulled her off the desk, spinning her around and slamming her face
down on the desk. He used his knee to force her legs apart as he removed and
stepped out of his pants. She had pushed herself up onto her hands, but he
promptly forced her down again. Taking his cock in hand, he began to slide
the head over her metal necklaced clit. "Is this what you want? Huh? Is this
what you couldn't wait for?" He was angry that she disobeyed him and had
every intentioned of punishing her. Her body was already at the peak of it's
torture, so he moved to her mind. He knew that she was ashamed to admit that
she wanted this; that being belittled and brutalized thrilled her. She was
going to have to beg for it. He moved the head of his cock and slid it just
inside her eager hole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, feeling her
try to press back into him. "Do you want me to fuck you like the whore that
you are?" She nodded and whispered a weak "yes." That was not good enough.
"Say it!" he yelled, "tell me that you want me to fuck you like a whore."
She sobbed and whimpered, "I want you to fuck me....," her voice trailing
off. He reached down and pinched her clit. "Say it," his voice was a
strained whisper. "I want you to fuck me like a whore," she mumbled
brokenly. "Do you want my cock inside you?" he asked, merciless in his
probing. "Yes," she said, sobbing, "I want to feel your cock inside me." He
lined up and slid deeply into her waiting pussy. Her back arched and she
gripped the edges of the desk. His hips slapped her ass with each violent
stroke. He could feel the smooth muscles inside her milking his shaft.  He
fucked her until she came, wetting them both. He continued, her sopping
pussy still snug as it swallowed his cock.  He groaned, joining her in her
second orgasm in which she called out his name. He collapsed into his chair,
pulling her onto his lap. She was damp and trembling, her body still
quivering from his invasions. He smoothed the sweat soaked curls back from
her forehead and kissed her nose and eyelids. She looked up into his eyes
and the love and trust he saw there melted his heart. She snuggled into the
crook of his arm and quickly fell asleep, her mind and body exhausted. He
held his woman in his arms and allowed the oblivion of sleep to wash over
him as well.