Dominated by the Ad Man (The Woman That Taught Him)

by Powerone


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ISBN 9781615089598
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A rising star in advertising, Michael learns that power in the boardroom means power in the bedroom. New York City opens up a world of glamor and sophistication that Michael never knew existed. He thrives in the cutthroat world of global advertising and he takes full advantage of what the City has to offer and the women that seek out those men that control the destiny of the world.
Advertising is a male dominated field with what the public perceives different from the reality of what happens behind closed doors. Michael sets his eyes on women that inspire his lust and is pleasantly surprised by the boldness of some. They desire submission to him as much as he relishes the role of dominating them. He finds his bed crowded with more than one female at a time in a ménages à trois without limits. Michael’s appetite for domination grows increasingly sophisticated and jaded.

Not since the series “Mad Men” has the sexual exploitation of women in advertising been so vividly revealed in the style that Powerone is famous for.

This novel was previously released under the title "The Woman That Taught Him". It has been rewritten and reedited to improve the story and is now on sale at 1/2 the price, only $2.99 versus $5.99


CONTENTS



1,First Job and New Life

2. The Celebration

3. A Different Kind of Boss

4. The Next Year

5. Success Beyond His Imagination

6. Three Years Later and a Partner

7. Author Revealed

8. Another Threesome

9. Michael Learned Well





Chapter: 1





First Job and New Life




At twenty-three, Michael was one of the youngest new employees at the prestigious advertising agency of Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer. A Junior Advertising Executive, the title more prestigious than the actual position, was what drew Michael from his home in California to the Big Apple. He had lived in California most of his life, graduating from Pepperdine University with an MBA. His lifelong ambition was to work in advertising. He’d always dreamed of a job in Los Angeles where he’d be able to live at the beach and commute into the city during the day. All of his interviews had been with the large national firms, with offices in Los Angeles that served mainly the entertainment industry. He had his pick of six of them, all great jobs with excellent pay.

He received an unexpected request from his favorite professor, Cynthia Thompson, for him to take an interview. What made it unexpected was that the job was in New York City, but no one turned down Professor Thompson for anything.

It was a whirlwind three days, but when he returned, his world had turned upside down. One of the first places he went was to Professor Thompson’s office. Even though he knew she’d already found out, he still felt an excitement in telling her.

“Go right in; she’s expecting you,” the secretary said even before Michael got to her desk.

Michael looked at Cynthia in a different light. Yes, Cynthia, though he only called her that in his mind. He wasn’t a student any longer; he was a member of the advertising profession, almost an equal. She even looked different, sexier and available. She sat behind her desk, her signature silk blouse open to display a wide expanse of cleavage, more than he had ever noticed. He wished he could see beneath the desk at her lovely legs and that tight ass in her skirt. “Good morning, Professor Thompson,” he said, excited.

“It’s congratulations, Michael,” Cynthia had heard from Melissa Lassiter as soon as their lunch was over. Melissa was more than a close friend of Cynthia’s. They had grown through the advertising ranks together. Melissa stayed in New York while Cynthia chose to leave and move to the west coast to take a prestigious teaching position.

Melissa told Cynthia that she’d been impressed with Michael and didn’t fail to convince him to move to the city. Few dared to turn Melissa down in life, no matter what she desired. Michael would soon learn that. “Sit down and tell me all about it.”

Michael sat down to instantly go into the details. He started with the interview in the limo from the airport, to the staff meeting and finally to the lunch offer. “I couldn’t pass it up,” he said, his enthusiasm bubbled over. “And it isn’t just the money. I loved the work they’re doing with the small firms, cutting-edge advertising campaigns with a chance for real creativity.”

Cynthia hadn’t been that excited for a long time, one of the reasons she had quit for academia. She hoped that Michael’s enthusiasm wouldn’t be dampened by the pressures of the job. “That’s what I loved the most. And miss the most.”

Michael continued. “And the city; I can’t believe such a place exists. It’s a city that never sleeps.”

“Power and prestige can be an adrenaline rush but also a powerful aphrodisiac.” She chose her words carefully. Cynthia thought back to the many men that were under her when she was in that business, sexually under her. Power meant domination. And that included sex.

Michael began to understand it. What would it be like when he did get the power? And he was confident that he would. He felt his cock grow in his pants. “What about sexual harassment?” Michael found the conversation move in a new direction.

“Off the record?”

Michael nodded to her.

“Advertising is like politics. There is what the public perceives, and then, there is what really happens behind closed doors. What very few really know about or will talk about is that sexual harassment does exist in advertising. There are two kinds of people, dominants and submissives. One has the power, the other doesn’t. If you want to stay in the business and are treated as a submissive, you try to get the power. That is the only way to change your status.” She paused for a moment to let the idea sink in. “And that is the reality.”

Michael liked the power and hoped that his new job would lead to it. He’d never considered it in the content of sexuality. What would it be like to dominate someone sexually? Or to be dominated by someone sexually? His thoughts kept returning to images of Professor Thompson in bed. What would it be like to dominate her sexually? Or Ms. Lassiter?

Cynthia decided to change the subject; it became too complicated to discuss. Michael would soon learn the cold, hard facts. She was sure that Melissa would show him the true meaning of power. “You must find someone at work to share a flat with in Manhattan. Even though you’ll make a lot of money, the city is expensive. Very expensive, though you’ll save a lot of money by not having a car.”

“No car?” Michael already had his heart set on a new Mercedes SLK350.

“It’ll cost you almost as much to park it as to own it. It’s easier and cheaper to take a cab. You can rent a car for the weekends when you want to go to the Hamptons.”

Michael’s mind began to run ahead of him. He had seen the television shows of the Hampton’s parties. All of the rich and famous met and mingled in hopes that they would hook up for the night. Then, there was the thought of living in Manhattan, the fabulous skyline and the nightlife. He was eager to leave L.A. They talked for the next half hour and Michael got as much information about the city from Professor Thompson that he could.

“I’m sorry Michael, but I have a meeting in ten minutes. I’ve enjoyed our conversation. Keep in touch. You have my email. And you never can tell, we might meet in the city sometime. I still see Melissa from time to time. It gives me a chance to get away from the realities of academia.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Professor Thompson.” Michael stood up to extend his hand to shake hers. He felt an electric charge when their hands met. Michael looked into her eyes and saw her look at him differently.

“Good luck to you, Michael. Though I doubt you’ll need it. You’re going a long way. Just keep your head about you and you’ll do fine. And don’t forget to enjoy yourself in the process.”

* * * *

Michael sat back in the spacious leather seat. He’d never flown first class before, but he wanted the start of his new job to be everything he expected. He was impressed with the luxurious cabin. And the service! Michael wasn’t sure if the cabin attendants fawned over all of the first-class passengers or if it was just him. He sipped a glass of champagne to celebrate his new life in spite of the hour.

“Can I get you anything else, Mr. Hauser?” Heather bent over until the front of her blouse opened up to make sure that he got a clear view of her naked breasts that tried to peek out. A bit younger than her, but he was handsome. Heather watched him as he boarded, the suit tailored to a tight, muscular body.

Michael couldn’t help but notice the tanned breasts naked beneath the blouse and the flight attendant made no attempt to hide her blatant exhibitionism. Now, this is was what he called service. “Everything is more than ample.” Michael inhaled the scent of her perfume as his erection grew from the glimpse of her half-naked body.

“If I can be of service, any service, call me, Mr. Hauser.” Heather handed him one of her gold-etched business cards, her telephone number scratched on the back in pen. “I have a layover in New York City tonight. I know the city quite well.” She leaned over the seat to make sure that her breasts brushed against his arm. She stretched a bit farther so that her hand slid casually along the front of his pants to feel the hard flesh that pushed them out. She stood back up and smiled. “I could take care of that.”

“Call me, Michael.” He sat back. His cock throbbed to get out of his pants as Heather’s lips pursed. Michael’s imagination went rampant as he imagined her as she kneeled between his legs while her full lips were wrapped around his cock. “I just took a job in the city. I’m not sure where I’m staying, but you can be sure that I’ll call you. I would love to visit a dance club. They tell me that the city is more vibrant than L.A.”

“The best ones are tough to get into unless you have real pull. Let me see what I can do. I’ll look forward to seeing you later. I know you’ll love the city. I have layovers there often.” Heather knew that lovely females could always get into the best clubs, but couples needed pull and that required big-time pull.

“I look forward to that.” Heather left him as Michael stuck her card in his wallet. He didn’t want to lose it. The city already had something going for it. The plane got ready to land.

“Thank you for flying with us,” Heather purred into Michael’s ear as he stood in line to get off. He felt her unrestrained breasts pushed into his back as her hand slid under his coat and slipped around the front to touch his cock. Her fingers curled around the shaft as his cock grew in her bold hand. “I can’t wait to take care of that,” she teased him.

Michael didn’t move as her hand fondled his cock. It strained his pants, Michael almost tempted to throw her into the bathroom and take her right there. The door of the plane suddenly opened as the bright light of the morning sun beamed in; the hot, humid summer air quickly overcame the air-conditioned airplane. “Soon,” he promised her as he stepped off the airplane to go into the terminal. He looked at his watch, 10 A.M. New York time.

It had been a hectic week, leaving his friends, some in school with him for over five years. He sold most of his stuff, not worth the effort to ship it to New York City. He had received a packet from the company when he had gotten home, surprised to see all the benefits they provided. He was worried about housing, knowing the city was one of the most expensive cities in the world. He learned that the company would provide him a hotel room for a month, sure that it wasn’t as luxurious as the one during his interview, but grateful that he wasn’t under a lot of pressure to find something right away. There was a generous expense account, education reimbursement, 401K, 100% health insurance, dues and subscriptions and an endless list of discounts available in the city. The company tried hard to keep their employees happy.

Michael had shopped for clothes before he felt Los Angles. The $150K salary looked smaller and smaller every day after he dropped thousands for the new clothes, but he wanted to look good.

* * * *

It was a short walk to the office; Michael’s eyes scanned the throngs of people that filled the sidewalks. The sidewalks were almost as big as some of the smaller roads in California. And the women were so beautiful with short skirts, shapely legs in high heels and the gentle sway of firm breasts in silk blouses and tops which enticed him as he walked. The office building was in Midtown West, near the Avenue of the Americas. It was the center of most of the Fortune 100 companies, in the heart of the action and wealth of the business world.

Michael was ushered off to human resources, almost as if he were a celebrity, to fill out forms, get a security badge and do all the things that new employees needed to do. A pretty young thing, barely out of high school, escorted him to his new office on the thirtieth floor.

He barely had time to settle into the chair when Michael looked up to see him at his door.

“Welcome to the Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer family, Michael. Ms. Lassiter says I can expect greatness from you. You don’t want to let Ms. Lassiter down. I’m Bill Jenkins, the Senior Account Executive for Corporate Accounts. We deal in the very large accounts, Toyota and Microsoft just to name a few. You do a great job here and you’ll have a shot at the exciting assignments—the small companies.”

The indoctrination took over two hours; Bill went over the way the company worked, some of the key players that Michael would interact with and some of the other new employees that started this year.

“I’m going to pair you with Brandon Lenox. He’s been here for a year. He’s a lot like you, so you’ll get along. He’ll help you get along in the city, since I noticed you just got here today. It’s a big change from L.A. and it’ll take a while to get used to, but I think you’ll find the change refreshing. Except for the winters, but there is nothing like Macy’s and Gimbals all decked out for Christmas with just a dusting of white snow to get you in the Christmas spirit. I’m not sure how you got into the Christmas spirit in Los Angeles when you decorate a palm tree with mistletoe and tinsel.” Bill kidded Michael. He changed the subject. “Do you know anyone in the city?”

“Actually, yes, I have a date tonight.”

Bill wasn’t surprised. Ms. Lassiter was a good judge of character and men. “Where do you plan to take her? I’m sure you want to impress her.”

“I promised her a dance club, but she says they are difficult if not impossible to get into.”

“Give me a moment.” Bill picked up Michael’s telephone. “This is Bill Jenkins, is she available?” He waited for a moment before there was a response. “I’m in Michael Hauser office with him. Yes, he’s everything you said he is and I have high expectations for him. You said if there was anything he might need to call you. He has a date tonight, and he’d like to go to one of the dance clubs. Yes, yes.” His head nodded. “That would be great. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Thanks.” He hung up with a big smile on his face.

Michael saw that Bill seemed to be pleased with himself.

“You’ll have reservations tonight at Marquee. It is THE dance club in the city. Ms. Lassiter said to dress trendy. Your date will be impressed.” Bill didn’t tell him, but Ms. Lassiter would take care of the bill, not sure that Michael could afford a drink there, never mind the whole night. She went all out for Michael, so he had a lot to prove to her.

“I can’t thank the both of you enough.” He didn’t know of the Marquee, but he had high expectations if Ms. Lassiter recommended it.

Bill left him with Brandon. Brandon looked the same age as Michael. A couple of inches taller at over six feet; he kept his body in good shape as Michael did. While Michael’s hair was lighter due to the California sun, Brandon kept his darker brown hair short and neatly trimmed. He looked like he did well with the ladies, most of the girls that passed him in the hall smiled sexily at him.

“How do you like it here?”

“I came from Chicago, different from L.A., but still a far cry from the city. The women here are unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. They all look for the movers and the shakers, and when they find one; they’ll not deny him anything. And I mean anything, and that includes the employees here. There is a large staff of lovely girls from receptionists, artists, copyrighters, to sales executives, and they are all available. And they’re not just beautiful bodies, but they have brains to match. They just know the rules of the game and will do whatever is necessary for the right guy. Some women might need a bit of prodding to perform, but don’t worry about that. It’s a close-knit business, and no one will jeopardize their career.” Brandon gave him his philosophy on girls, now it was time for the company. “If you’re good, you’ll have a chance to shine here. They really seek out the imaginative and creative. Don’t worry about throwing about your most insane suggestions, that’s what they look for. They want the firm to be the top leader, not the follower with the ‘also ran’ campaign. They need us as much as we need them.”

They had lunch in the dining room, and Michael remembered the fine food from his interview. “How about living here?”

“I share a three bedroom, three bath apartment not far from here on East 50th. It’s in a luxury building, doorman, washer and dryer, everything you could want, including a killer view from the windows. One bedroom will be vacant in a week. He’s going back to Chicago. He never got used to living here. It’s yours if you’d like it. I can show you it tonight. It’ll go fast; the vacancy rate in the city is 1%. They go quickly in spite of the price.”

“And what would the rent be?” Michael braced himself for the answer, but even he didn’t expect it to be so high.

“It’s three thousand a month for your share.” He saw the shock on Michael’s face. “You didn’t think they paid you all the money and it wouldn’t cost you anything to live here?” He didn’t know exactly how much Michael made, but it had to be at least $125K. “They don’t mention the bonus much, but I can tell you it’s in the tens of thousands of dollars each year or more. And you’ll need to maintain a lifestyle for all the lovely ladies you’ll bring home.”

“I appreciate the offer. Let’s go after work tomorrow to see it. I need to get settled quickly so I can get down to work. They expect a lot around here, and I plan to deliver.”





Chapter: 2





The Celebration




He dialed up the number, and Heather’s voice purred into the phone as if she waited by it for it to ring.

“This is Michael,” he said as he recognized her voice instantly.

“I hoped you’d call,” Heather said as she panted into the phone.

“Are you up for a night on the town? I just had my first day at this great new job, and I hoped we could celebrate,” Michael exclaimed proudly.

“I’m just the girl for you,” Heather said excitedly. There was nothing better than a man with a reason for celebrating, and she hoped that would extend to his bed tonight. It had been a while since she had someone in bed, and Michael would be a treat. “How about dancing?” There was nothing sexier than loud, rhythmic dance music as her hips moved in time with a handsome man to slide up against and tease him until she could get him in bed.

“My exact thoughts. Have you heard of Marquee?”

“Marquee? No way would we get into that club. It’s the hottest thing on the planet. Strictly A-list invite only. It’s the Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan set.” She paused for a moment. Could he really be in that circle? Had I really hooked a live one?

Michael was impressed with Ms. Lassiter. She was really good. She knew how to impress. “No problem,” Michael proudly exclaimed. So this is what power was like. “I’ll pick you up at ten. What’s your address?” Michael wrote down the address of the hotel she was staying at. He hung up and laid down on the bed, his cock hard at the thought of Heather in his bed tonight.

The limousine pulled up in front of Heather’s hotel since Michael decided that he might as well go all out in his celebration. Besides renting the limo, he stopped at Bergdorf Goodman and bought some new clothes for tonight. He couldn’t believe he’d paid over a thousand dollars for a shirt, jeans and shoes. Not that they weren’t impressive. The black, stretch poplin shirt looked good on him with a button open at the top. The gray-wash Dolce & Gabbana jeans fit him like a glove, from his tight ass down to the slim legs. Even his cock seemed to be in a permanent state of erection, caressed by the five hundred dollar jeans.

He couldn’t fail to see Heather standing outside the hotel, nor could any other man. How could you miss her? Michael got out of the limousine to hold the door open for her.

A limo, Heather was impressed but not surprised by it. There was something special about Michael. He had connections, even at his young age. That was tough to do in this town. She bent over to get into the limo to make sure that she afforded him an excellent view of what she would give him later. She slid up next to him when he sat down so he could smell her perfume as her hips pressed up against him. “You do impress me,” she said as she leaned in to give him a light kiss on his lips.

His cock throbbed at Heather’s outfit. In college, most students didn’t have the money to dress like this or to go to places like this. The city was different. She was clad in a black Lycra mini-skirt; an exaggeration would be to say it came down to mid-thigh. A slit up one side left lots of naked flesh to the eyes. When she bent over, a lacey, black thong revealed a pair of tanned buttocks, and the muscles tightened erotically. She wore a short-sleeve crop top with collar ties in the front. She didn’t need a bra. Michael caught a glimpse of a pink nipple before she turned to get into the limo. He couldn’t wait to see her dance in this outfit.

They made small talk on the way to Marquee, a short ride to the 10th Avenue location in Chelsea, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her body. She finally moved close to him and purred in his ear. Michael put his hand on her naked thigh as her legs spread slightly to give him all the access he wanted. He didn’t disappoint her when his fingers tickled along her thighs until he came to her pussy. He heard her moan, and her legs spread wider when he touched her between her legs. She was wet from his touch.

Heather almost came when his hand touched her pussy. It had been a long time since she had a man, and Michael’s hand felt too good as it crept slowly up her thigh. Her hand reached over to press on the bulge that pushed out his jeans until her fingers curled around the hard shaft. God, I could fuck him right here and now.

“Saved by the bell,” he joked as the limo pulled up in front of Marquee in spite of the fact that Michael enjoyed Heather’s touch on his cock. The driver opened the door for them and courteously looked away as Heather got out, but the other men in the line weren’t as gentlemanly. All eyes were on her long legs and her bare breasts as they almost leaped from her crop top when she got out. It was 11 o’clock, but the air was warm from the hot summer day. The line was around the block with a mix of well-dressed young people of all ages. Attractive females didn’t wait long in the line before they were ushered in. All others waited for a chance, but it was a slim chance to get into the club.

Michael took a deep breath and went to the head of the line as if he knew what to do and hoped Ms. Lassiter wouldn’t embarrass him in front of everyone. “Michael Hauser,” his voice reassured as to his place at the head of the line.

The doorman looked briefly down at the clipboard before he turned to open up the iconic velvet rope. “Have a good evening, Mr. Hauser,” he said with respect as Michael and Heather passed into a world that few belonged to.

They took a table in the Red Room. The walls were painted in sexy red ripples. They ordered bottle service as they settled in for the evening. They talked for an hour about Michael’s new job as the waiter brought their drinks. The dance music boomed in the background, and the reflections from the blinking lights enticed them both to the dance floor. Michael couldn’t wait any longer. He loved to dance; sure that Heather would rival all the girls on the floor. He could already see her body move as she sat there talking, from the gentle ripple of her breasts to her foot that moved to the rhythmic sounds that beckoned both of them. “Shall we dance?” he asked, but he already knew the answer.

Heather didn’t even answer as she stood up. They moved towards the music until they stood on the edge of the dance floor with a dramatic chandelier in the ceiling above that changed colors with the disco lights. The music was a collection of techno remixes with the pounding beat that set a girl’s hips on fire as they swayed methodically to the music.

Michael watched her as they danced, her head thrown back as her body moved rhythmically to the music, especially her hips. It was as though she made love to him already with a sensuous grinding of her hips while her unrestrained breasts swayed back and forth as she moved. His cock throbbed for relief.

Michael was a great dancer. His cock rubbed up against her ass as she turned her back to him, and her buttocks moved back and forth until she felt the bulge of his cock on her ass. Her hips moved back and forth in mock masturbation while Michael’s hands on her hips held her against him.

The long day didn’t curb his enthusiasm. They danced until almost two A.M., but they took short breaks to quench their thirst. Their hands responded to the dancing as they enticed each other. Heather stroked his cock as she spread her legs to give his hands unfettered access to her wet pussy. He finally called the limo service to pick them up. He gasped as he saw the bill but quickly remembered that he had a salary now. A salary of one hundred fifty thousand dollars.

“It’s been taken care of, sir,” the waiter responded when Michael took out his credit card. “Including the tip.”

Heather cuddled up to him as they walked outside, the limo waited for them as if it were there all night. They kissed in the limo, both of them impatient to get back to the hotel. They decided on Michael’s hotel. It was the closest.

His kiss was soft but demanding as his hands freely caressed her body. Her nipple sprung to attention when one hand slid in the front of her top so his fingertips could attack the swollen bud as she arched her back to push her breast into his hand. Her tongue responded to him when it slipped into his mouth to attack him as her hand went to his lap to rub his cock, and her fingers curled around the thickening shaft to slide up and down so sensually. She wanted so much to take his cock out of his pants so her mouth could engulf it. The limo stopped, and Heather was relieved. She wouldn’t be able to restrain herself much longer.

Michael made short work of the driver with a big tip as he signed for the limo. He had more important things to take care, Heather. Luckily, the elevator was empty. As the door closed, Michael pushed Heather hard against the wall so his hips could grind his cock into her pussy. He kissed her passionately as she ground back against his cock. The door opened too soon. Michael took her hand as they walked down the long corridor until they got to his room. He fumbled with the electronic key until he heard the click and the light turned green. He pushed the door open and they both rushed into the room as the door slammed noisily behind them.

Heather took a breath, wanting this to last. “Lie down on the bed,” her voice demanded, and she hoped that she sounded convincing. Michael looked at her as his eyes searched hers before he went to the bed to lie down but not before he kicked off his shoes. Heather fooled with the music dial until a soft, sexy song came on the air. She moved over to the bed and sat down next to Michael. His hands moved up to touch her, but Heather pushed them away. “Let me.” Her hands moved to the front of his shirt as her fingers undid the buttons. Her long fingernails slid sexily over his bare chest when she pushed the shirt aside.

Michael had always been the aggressor in lovemaking, so it was a challenge for him not to touch her. Her fingernails ran over his chest, and Michael sucked in his stomach as she moved lower until all the buttons of the shirt were opened. He helped her to take the shirt off, and then his hands went to his sides and waited for Heather’s next move. He looked down at the bulge in his pants; his cock throbbed to be free of the restraints of his pants.

Heather’s hands touched his thighs to tease along the firm flesh as her eyes were glued to the cock that jerked inside his pants. She could see it jump when her hands drew closer. His legs parted when one of her hands found his balls and her hand clenched tightly until his hips rose up. He had a look of pleasure on his face. Her other hand went to his cock as her fingers curled around it, the shaft thick and pulsated in her hand. Her hand took a broad stroke of his cock, all the while her other hand clenched his balls. She moved her hands away to quickly undo his belt as her fingers fumbled with his pants. She almost tore them off as the zipper slid down noisily. His cock pushed hard against the shorts that tried to restrain it. Michael helped her slip his pants off. Heather teased him by slowly folding them neatly while Michael eagerly awaited her touch again.

Heather continued to tease. Her hands touched him but then would leave him wanting more. Michael lay there in his shorts with his cock eager for her touch.

Heather turned back to the bed after she carefully put the pants on a hanger almost too slowly. She licked her lips sensuously as she sat back down on the bed. “Miss me?” Her hand didn’t wait for an answer. It reached over to stroke his cock through his shorts. The thin material molded to the thick shaft. Her fingers crept up the shaft to outline the big head. She pressed his shorts around his cock.

Michael felt the pressure as Heather pushed his shorts around his cock to mold it like a second skin. Her fingers ran up and down the shaft as her long fingernails skimmed a line from his balls to the head until her fingertips played across the head. He couldn’t keep his hips still. His ass rose up from the bed to push his cock harder into her hand.

“Down boy.” Heather squeezed Michael’s nuts tighter until his ass settled back on the bed. She enjoyed the power she had in her hands. She pulled his shorts down until his thick cock popped out when she slid his shorts down his legs. She pulled them off as Michael settled back onto the bed to willingly spread his legs to allow her access to all of him. She leaned over to kiss his lower thigh. Her hands moved as her mouth left tiny, soft, wet kisses up his thigh while her hand found his ball sack to cup his twin balls and squeeze them as his ass rose up again. Her tongue slipped out her lips to lick up his thigh until she came to his balls, but she tongued them in spite of the hairs that tickled her lips. Her hand crept up to his cock to wrap tightly around the shaft and began to move up and down slowly.

Michael wanted badly to pull her mouth onto his cock but restrained himself to let Heather do all the work as he lay naked on the bed. Her touch was soft as her fingers slid up and down his shaft while her tongue left a trail of saliva on his balls that cooled in the air-conditioned room. His ass rose up higher when she squeezed his balls, a strange masochistic thrill ran through his body as she squeezed harder than what he considered gentle play. All he could think about was her tongue and mouth that continued to move up his shaft. He felt her hot breath blow on his cock, and the touch of air sent his cock into tremors of pleasure.

She felt his cock grow hard in her hand when her fingers tightened on the shaft. She masturbated him slowly as her tongue lapped at his hot flesh like a cat. Her tongue made broad strokes up the shaft, from the crinkly hairs on his balls all the way to the round head that glistened with his juices. She had to hold his cock tight when the shaft jerked and shook in pleasure. Heather’s mouth opened wide as her tongue licked her lips until they were moist. She blew on the head of his cock as her hand held this cock tight when it jerked. Her tongue lashed at the end of his cock to lick the salty precum that settled on her taste buds when she bathed the throbbing flesh.

“God, I don’t think I can stand it much longer.” Michael moaned loudly as Heather’s mouth engulfed the head of his cock while her tight lips contained it. Her tongue attacked the head of his cock as she sucked it deeper into the hot, sweet confines of her mouth. His hands went down to the sides of her head to draw her down to feel the tightness of her mouth around his cock. Her other hand continued to stroke his cock as her tongue danced over the bulging head. Michael struggled to contain his lust, not wanting to dump his cum into her mouth. He wanted to be inside her pussy when he came.

She sucked him and tasted his cum when he leaked in her mouth as her hand continued to stroke his cock. She gave him one last kiss on the head of his cock and then moved away from him. She saw the look of disappointment on his face. She stood up to turn the music up louder. She began to move to the soft rhythm of the music as her hips moved back and forth sensuously and her breasts moved gently up and down. She looked over at Michael as her hand began to open her top wide to reveal her bare breasts to him and throw it to the floor. Her fingers went to her already-hardened nipples to flick across them as they grew bigger, and her fingernails lightly scratched over the sensitive tips.

She had such lovely breasts with large areolas that surrounded pink nipples that sprung to life under her touch. Michael’s hand slid down to his cock as he absently stroked it with his eyes glued to Heather’s half-naked body as she danced for him. Her hands made short work of the flimsy skirt, soon just a puddle at her feet as her hips swayed back and forth, clad only in her thong, the silky panty pulled tightly over her mound. Her fingers slid down between her legs as one finger slid up and down her slit until her panties were pressed into the deep divide, the material already wet with her arousal. Her pussy was prominently outlined in her thong.

She played with her pussy through her panties and felt the dampness as her eyes were glued to Michael’s masturbating hand. She loved to watch a man masturbate, especially when he watched her strip for him. She turned her back to him to tighten her buttocks for him. She spread her legs, bent over and peered back through her legs to watch him. She pulled her thong down over her ass as the string pulled from between her cheeks and slid it down her legs until she pulled it away. She spread her legs wider and reached back with her hands to pull her buttocks apart until she was obscenely exposed to him. She felt the cool air-conditioned air blow on her pussy and ass hole as her hands held herself open for his visual inspection.

She turned back to face him with her legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were pulled back, and her sex glistened with her juices. Michael continued to stroke his cock as he looked at her naked body. He stood his cock up with one hand. “I can’t wait any longer. Sit on this. I want to feel that hot, tight pussy grip my cock.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Heather teased him. She knelt on the bed to crawl over him until her knees were on both sides of his hips as she kneeled, poised over the head of his cock that he so proudly held in place.

Michael rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over her pussy to find her slit wet and wanton. He pushed it down a bit to get it in place as Heather moved higher to accommodate him. “Yes, down you go,” he urged her as he felt her pussy slowly engulf the head of his cock when she sank her body down on his rigid cock.

It felt good when the head of his cock split her pussy lips open and her hot, wet insides slowly slid over the pulsating head of his cock. It had been too long since she had a man inside her as she bowed her legs out farther to accommodate him. She began to rotate her hips and felt the immense pressure when his cock began to fill her up. Her muscles tightened on his hot flesh as she pushed down to take him inside her. God, he is big.

Michael tried to control himself as her pussy gripped his prick as she sank down. He released his shaft when she swallowed up his member. His hands moved to her hips to guide her movements as he rotated her hips. He felt her muscles tighten on his cock as she slid lower and lower until half of his cock was in her hot, clenching pussy. “Take it all,” he urged her as his hands pulled her hips down until half of his cock was inside her. She pulled up, and Michael felt her pussy release his cock. She sank back down, but this time, she impaled all of his cock in her hot pussy that she could take with a soft moan that came from her lips when his cock jerked inside her.

She never felt so full when his cock jerked inside her. She squeezed her muscles on his flesh as her hips rose up to pull his cock from her until she clenched tight to capture the head. She released her muscles and sank down on his cock as hard as she could, a sudden gasp from her mouth as she went from empty to full in a second. She moved her hips in a circle as she moaned gently. “Fuck me,” she begged him.

Michael flipped Heather over onto her back when he couldn’t restrain himself. Her legs spread wide, and his hands pulled them up and back until he shoved his cock fully inside her. He kissed her, and his tongue slid into her hot, wanton mouth. His hips urged deep, hard thrusts inside her, but her pussy met his thrusts with her clenching muscles. His abdomen slapped hard against her with each thrust as one hand under her ass pulled her onto his cock; the other found a hard nipple and pinched it until her body responded.

She got fucked hard when his cock pumped in and out of her as she struggled to postpone her orgasm as long as she could. His fingers pinched her nipples and squeezed them hard. His hips pistoned his cock in and out of her with deep, powerful thrusts that sent her body trembling in pleasure. His hand slid under her ass to slip into her sweat-drenched crack to play over her anus until a hot finger probed at her delicate backside opening. She thrust her hips up high to impale herself on his cock at the same time his finger probed her rectum to move in and out of her ass in rhythm with his fucking cock. “EEEEEHH,” she screamed as every fiber of her body clenched in ecstasy. She squeezed Michael’s cock until she felt the thick shaft jerk and a hot stream of cum bathed her insides. Michael controlled her movements with his finger as it probed deeper to force her onto his spewing cock as their orgasms washed over her body. Each time she thought she was through, his finger would drive deep into her rectum and twisted and turned as the burning sensation brought about a strange masochistic thrill in her body when she responded to it. She felt him cum in her three times as his rigid cock continued to piston in and out despite the fact that he filled her with his hot seed.

She milked his cock when she was unable to restrain her lust any longer. He fingered her anus and drove into the sweat-drenched hole until he felt her muscles trying to force it out. He held her that way, impaled on his finger as he fucked her until his balls emptied his cum into her hot, receptive belly. He kissed her as they both came and their bodies shook in bliss. They continued to fuck back and forth until their lusts were satisfied. He turned her onto her side as they lay face to face; her hard nipples still pressed into his chest while his cock deflated in her hot, wet pussy. They didn’t move for at least ten minutes, joined in the middle by his cock.

Heather stayed the night. She awoke hours later to find Michael’s cock hard in spite of him being asleep. She engulfed the bulging head in her mouth until he woke up, and their bodies turned in opposite directions as they orally serviced each other. Their tongues and lips sought the other’s pleasure. Heather went back to her hotel to get a couple of hours sleep before her next flight.

Michael enjoyed his first conquest in the city.

After work the next day, Brandon took him to his apartment. When Brandon opened up the door, Michael knew he was home. It was already dark, but the view was ablaze in lights and colors. Michael never saw anything like it before, high up on the 50th floor with one wall of the condo that faced a wide expanse of brightly lit apartment buildings and office buildings. The room was spacious, thick pile carpeting, modern furniture, huge wall-mounted television, all added to the luxurious ambiance that Michael wanted to convey.

“The kitchen’s in here. It’s probably small by your standards, but for the city, it is large. It has all the modern conveniences with granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, commercial gas stove and travertine floors. You can be a gourmet chef in here or at least look like you’re one.” Brandon liked the kitchen and so did the women. They loved a man that could cook, though Brandon often cheated and brought in gourmet food from one of the fine restaurants nearby and passed it off as if he prepared it. All you had to do was make a salad while it warmed in the oven; the women never knew the difference.

Michael saw the bedroom next, a large room with a gorgeous view of the skyline. A large black bed prominently filled one side of the room with matching dresser and night stands to finish the look. He peeked into the bathroom—travertine floors, granite vanity with double vessel sinks, whirlpool tub big enough for two and an immense shower, shower heads on both sides. The bathroom was made for two. Michael turned to Brandon, his hand out. “Deal.”

“I thought you’d like it. William is willing to part with the bedroom furniture. Fairly cheap, but don’t tell him I told you that.”

“Thanks, it fits the room nicely. When can I move in?”

“Let me talk to William, but I think you could be in by the week after next. William is in a hurry to go home. He already gave notice at work, so he has hung around only long enough to clear up his affairs. The apartment and his furniture were the last.”

* * * *

Michael had moved in the apartment a couple of weeks ago. It had been a whirlwind of activity since that time. Work took precedence over everything else and left little time for a social life. He’d been thrown into a new advertising campaign for AT&T Wireless, the renamed telephone company after the merger. It had previously been Cingular Wireless, and it was important that the name change was accomplished quickly and effectively.

There were ten account executives in the group, Brandon one of them, Michael another, both of them fairly novice. James Holden was in charge, a mid-thirties Senior Account Executive that was with the company for ten years now. He had a great reputation, and Michael considered it an honor to be chosen to be part of the group. The Senior Account Executive was able to pick and choose who would be part of the group. There were two mid-level members, Jackson and Winslow. They were in their late thirties, not the go-getter like James or creative like Michael, but they knew the business forward and back, especially the telephone business. They knew all the ins and outs, what worked and what didn’t. They weren’t the ones that would come up with the brainstorm suggestion that would set a fire under the campaign, but once decided, they’d fill in the details to make sure it worked. The remaining five were females. Allyson and Jennifer were in their early thirties. They still had the fire in their eyes and their ideas fought to get out of the head. They were headed up the ladder, but they’d never get where Brandon was. It took more than great ideas to get where he was. There were the politics of the business as well as the ability to motivate large numbers of employees beneath you in the right direction. It took a lot to get a great idea to the final campaign and move everyone along in the same direction to get it finished in time and in budget. Janice was the oldest member of the group and you could instantly see what she did. She was responsible for making sure that the campaign came in on budget. She was more of a bean-counter than an account executive, but every campaign needed one to ground the rest of the group into the reality of the spending limits imposed by the client.

Michael was most interested in the last two or at least one. Both were in their late twenties, but they looked odd to be in the city. They looked like they would fit better in Kansas. Jane’s and Alexis’s jobs were to fill in all the details that would make the campaign pop. They were computer geniuses, their laptops were always in front of them as their hands pecked away at the keys when the group brainstormed the session. If you wanted to know how many text messages were sent each day from cell phones, either one could give you the answer in less than a minute. They dragged the most mundane figures up from the remote corners of the Internet and databases. Not only that, they could make them exciting.

Alexis, her name was exciting enough, was the one that Michael was enthralled with. She was beautiful in a plain sort of way. She wore little makeup, though she really didn’t need any, but compared to the other women in the city, she stood out for the lack of it. She dressed nicely but nothing that flattered her figure or as much of her figure that Michael could ascertain. It was almost as if she tried to hide it. Michael wasn’t sure what drew him to her or maybe it was her vulnerability. Or maybe just the curiosity, Michael would love to see what she tried to hide with her less-than-sexy clothes. He often had to snap back into reality when his mind conjured up images of Alexis naked before him as if he was the prince and she was the slave girl given to him by the king in tribute.

The project lasted a month, the group early on found the success they sought, the perfect slogan that would make AT&T Wireless a household term. They built it from there, each added to the campaign until they had completed it, ready for the final presentation with the client. Michael had been instrumental in the slogan as he conjured it up off the top of his head, while James molded it until it popped. The others quickly added to the basic concept. All of them worked long hours together as a cohesive group until it was ready.

Michael stood nervously outside the large room, the presentation ready and the clients to arrive in a short time. His stomach was in knots. Michael was picked to give the presentation, though he wasn’t sure why James entrusted such an important task to the company’s newest employee.

James stood next to Michael and saw how nervous he was. “Relax; just make believe that it’s the presentation of your MBA thesis. You did a great job on this and deserve the credit. Take a deep breath and knock them dead.” The clients walked in and James introduced them to Michael as they each entered the conference room, the long table held six of them as well as the members of the group. “You’re on.” James gave him a look of encouragement.

Michael regained his composure as he stepped into the room as though he owned it. He stood behind the podium with a confidence about him as the screen lit up for the first time for the presentation. He ran through the presentation as he had practiced a hundred times, never faltering, always confident. The only time he lost his place was when the door opened and Ms. Lassiter silently walked in and sat down at the far end of the table, a smile on her face as she nodded for him to continue. He recovered quickly to find his place and go on as if he had stopped on purpose as he tried to put Ms. Lassiter out of his mind as he continued.

James stood up as Michael concluded to take over the meeting. “Are there any questions?”

Michael tried to gauge their response by the questions and looked for their approval or disapproval and he completely forgot about Ms. Lassiter. He interrupted James once to add his response to a client’s question, a look of approval on James face. The meeting finally ended as relief spread over Michael and the rest of the group. The client had agreed to the campaign. All that had to be worked out were the logistics and the budget. While the group would still have involvement in the campaign, it would be mainly run by a large cadre of workers that were more experienced in the mundane tasks that had to be accomplished.

They congratulated each other, none got more than Michael. Even Alexis was more outgoing; Michael finally got a feel of the lovely figure beneath her clothes as she hugged him. Michael took longer than usual to cling to her lovely body. He hoped she didn’t feel his hard cock. Or maybe he hoped she did.





Chapter: 3





A Different Kind of Boss




The time went quickly. Before Michael knew it, the cold winter winds blew around the buildings, a hint of snow threatened. He’d worked on two more campaigns, both of them exceedingly successful, even Bill Jenkins was taken back by his accomplishments. He had gained a reputation as “the” up and comer. Michael sat back in his office to finish up the paperwork from the last campaign when he got the phone call.

“Ms. Lassiter would like you to join her for dinner on Saturday.” She didn’t wait for acceptance, nobody turned down dinner with Ms. Lassiter. It was an honor that was only bestowed on the most valuable players in the company. “I will email you with the address and time.”

The executive assistant to Ms. Lassiter hung up without Michael saying a word. The email popped up on his computer as if it were the only one in the world or at least the only one that mattered.

* * * *

Michael changed clothes three times, each time he wasn’t satisfied with how he looked. He glanced at the clock and finally pulled on his coat and scarf to catch a cab the short distance to her condo. The winter arrived with a vengeance, and the temperatures were already in the teens. Snow was forecast for tonight. The elevator flew to the penthouse, an express only for the top floor. The door opened not to a hallway, but to the marbled foyer of the condo. The lights were dim and soft music played as the sound came from all around Michael. She was there to greet him, not a servant, but Ms. Lassiter. His cock thickened at her beauty. She wore a black dress that clung to her figure to stop mid-thigh. She wore a pair of heels that made her legs all the shapelier. God, was she beautiful. Michael forgot that this was his boss.

Melissa devoured Michael as he stood in the foyer to look at her. Or should she say, he drooled over her. Melissa loved the pleasure part of the business, the things that money and power brought, even for a female in a man’s world. She’d eyed Michael since he arrived, saw his immense appetite for power along with his success and drive and, most important, his imagination. Tonight she’d test his imagination. He was dressed in a pair of slacks that cost more than all his clothes he possessed before he started to work for her. And they fit him like a glove, his hard cock etched in the front, not a hint of embarrassment or regret in his face. The shirt clung to his hard chest and tight abs, the muscles in his arms outlined in the shirt. She smiled at his five o’clock shadow that gave his face a rugged look. She yearned to feel the tiny stubble on her tender inner thighs. “I’m glad you took me up on my invitation, Michael, come in.” Her heels clicked on the imported marble as she invited him into the living room. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she walked, even exaggerating her walk to make her hips sway more seductively.

Michael was torn between the lovely ass that hypnotized him as she walked and the view from the penthouse, high above Manhattan, the floor-to-ceiling glass spanned the large wall. Her ass finally won out. Her hips moved from side to side, rhythmically to the music, his imagination got the best of him as he imagined her naked in her heels as she walked before him, her taut ass cheeks tightened as she moved. “Spectacular view,” Michael finally complimented, forced to drag his eyes from her ass.

“Are you talking about the skyline?” She teased him, but he failed to be embarrassed.

“That, too,” Michael replied, a quick comeback. Is it to be a night of sexual innuendos? Michael sat down with Ms. Lassiter across from him. He watched as she crossed her legs, the short skirt rode up high on her lovely legs as he imagined those lovely legs wrapped around his waist. He shifted his cock to a more comfortable position, still erect and hard. Michael sipped the scotch and soda she handed him, without commenting on the fact that she knew his favorite drink. He was sure that she knew much more than that, almost afraid at how much she might know.

“So how do you like the city?” She started the conversation as she watched his eyes stare at her legs.

“It’s more than I expected. It’s almost as if I had forgotten all about L.A. It’s more sophisticated and formal. I always thought that the East Coast people were more conservative, but the city is completely different.” Michael hadn’t had that much time as he immersed himself into the jobs given to him to the detriment of his social life. He hoped that would change soon.

“And what do you think of the women? If I remember when you came out for your interview, you already had a date the first day you were here.” Melissa saw Michael’s bar bill that night, knowing he stayed long and partied hard.

“As much as I would like to say otherwise, I’ve worked too hard and played too little. Not that I should tell my boss that.” Michael smiled at her. Where will this night end up? Does she eye me like she would an acquisition?

“I never found the truth as being bad, even to your boss. I find the same thing, work consumes too much of my time and not enough for my passions.” She paused to let him savor her words. “Sometimes, you have to let the two mix in order to accommodate your pleasure.” She stood up before he could say anything. “I think dinner is ready.”

Michael didn’t see anyone, but as he walked into the dining room, the table was set with the food, their glasses filled with wine. It wasn’t a large dining table that one would expect, but a small table with only four chairs, an intimate dining table. Michael pulled out her chair to catch a glimpse of her cleavage as she sat down.

“Thank you,” Melissa watched him as he sat down. They made small talk over dinner. Melissa made sure that she steered the conversation away from work whenever Michael interjected it. She wanted it to be the farthest thing from his mind as the night progressed.

They finished the bottle of wine. A butler brought out another bottle even though Michael never saw him before that. It was an enjoyable dinner; Michael learned more about Melissa. Yes, she’d asked him to call her Melissa, though she did mention that it wouldn’t be appropriate at work. A line was drawn between work and something else. And this was the something else. Could this night end up in her bedroom? The thought suddenly dashed into his head. Dinner took an hour and a half. Both of them lingered over it as if they were afraid of the rest of the night or afraid of what might not happen.

Melissa moved back into the living room for an after-dinner drink; the reflection from the fire in the fireplace danced off walls and glass. It was only about ten minutes later when Melissa heard the door close and lock. The servants were gone for the night. She relaxed now that they were alone. Melissa stood up as she did so many times before to stand in front of Michael. “Put down your drink,” she ordered him.

It was time; Melissa stood in front of him. His boss, though it was hard to see her as that, her lovely body just beneath the thin dress that clung to every womanly curve. The tension in the room suddenly turned sexual. Michael was usually in control in seduction and sex, but he sensed that Melissa demanded being the boss in more than business. Michael had never slept with a dominant sexual partner, but his cock hardened at the thought of Melissa. Everyone had talked about power, and Michael tried hard to acquire it. Will I get my first feel of it at the other end?

Melissa stuck one foot out almost into Michael’s lap and held on to the edge of the couch for balance. “Are you hard for me?” Her toes caressed the hard flesh beneath them, years of practice allowed her to masturbate his cock as if her toes were her fingers. She moved her toes down to push hard against his balls until she felt them beneath her toes. She pushed harder to push his twin balls hard against the chair. She felt him squirm as she crushed them harder than he was used to.

Michael didn’t say anything and he enjoyed the pleasure as her toes curled around his shaft. She then pushed against his balls as her toes pinched them on the chair. It hurt, but his cock thickened at the unexpected masochistic pleasure that rippled through his body. She played with him as though he was her sexual servant. Am I really just that? She removed her foot to stand in front of him.

“Take out your cock.”

It hit him like a brick wall, the command unexpected. He looked at her in shocked disbelief. She wanted him to expose himself in front of her. In front of his boss; no matter how much he tried to put that thought out of his mind, he couldn’t.

This was the crucial time. Would he obey or run scared? “Don’t be shy. By the look of the bulge in your pants, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I’d think you’d want to flaunt it.” She waited patiently.

Michael’s hands reached down to the front of his pants as though he was hypnotized, his fingers drew down the zipper, the hissing noise sounded so loud in the room, punctuated only by his heavy breathing. He undid his belt buckle and the snap as he looked up to see Melissa stare intently at him; her tongue came out to lick her lips, only adding to his arousal.

“Push them down,” her next order was more demanding. He was hooked.

He raised his ass up to slide the pants down his legs until they got to his knees. He sat back down; his hand automatically went to his cock to rearrange it now that it was free of the restraining pants.

“Rub it through your shorts. Tease me with it.” Melissa wished she could plunge her fingers in her panties, but she needed to remain in control. There was so much more to get Michael to surrender to before she’d get her pleasure.

Michael spread his legs to free his balls; his fingers outlined his cock in his tight-fitting shorts. He had never felt it so hard and long, the top of his shorts barely able to contain the thick head. He ran his fingers up and down the shaft to push the thin shorts against the hot flesh, but he wished it were Melissa’s fingers instead of his. He got this strange thrill as she watched him rub his cock in front of her; the secret thrill of exhibitionism raced through his body. He outlined his cock with his shorts. He saw the wet spot appear on his shorts near the head of his cock.

It was long and thick, just what Melissa needed between her legs. It was a long time since the last time she did this. “Now that wasn’t so hard,” she said with a play on words as she talked to him in almost a childlike tone. “Now, show me all of the flesh. Show me what you want to put inside me.” She tempted Michael with what he would get if he performed as she demanded.

He couldn’t wait to fuck her, to be between her legs as he shoved his thick cock in and out of her wet, hot hole. He pulled his shorts down to gather with his pants at his knees and felt the cold leather of the chair against his naked ass cheeks as he sat back down. His cock stood up high into the air to jerk in pleasure as his fingers curled around the shaft to hold it up proudly.

“Stroke it for me.” Her lips opened as if he slid it into her mouth, Melissa almost able to taste the salty flavor of his cum. Michael obeyed without question, his hand slid up and down the shaft to masturbate for her as he had done thousands of times in private for himself. “Show me your balls that are filled with all that hot crème you want to shoot inside me.”

Michael pulled his ass up higher as one hand cupped his balls as if he offered them up to her, his other hand unable to stop masturbating his cock in front of her. He squeezed his balls, just like her toes had done before. His cock jerked back and forth from the unexpected pleasure.

His cock looked at least ten inches long, the head a dark red that glistened with the juices that his fingers coaxed from his balls. His balls were heavy laden, his hands held them up proudly for her inspection, the sack covered with curly hair. “Take off your shirt.” He did so without hesitation as he tore the buttons off in haste. He sat before her naked except his pants around his knees. “Take off everything.”

He’d taken off his shirt, glad the fire was crackling hot. He felt relief to take off his pants, feeling less naked with nothing on than with his pants around his knees like an errant school boy caught masturbating. He sat back in the chair naked, his hand reached down to grip his cock again, his fingers curled around the shaft as he began to masturbate again. He looked up at Melissa. She had a pleased look on her face.

Melissa reached behind her to unzip the dress and pulled it down from her shoulders until it fell at her feet. She kicked it aside as Michael stared as she revealed her body to him. His hand picked up the pace to take broad strokes of his cock as his eyes feasted on her half-naked body.

His boss, Ms. Lassiter, stood before him half naked. Her firm breasts stood up without support, small areolas surrounded dark brown nipples that were hard and begged to be sucked. The thong was meant more to entice than to cover, her slit visible beneath the silky fabric. Michael wished she’d turn around to show him her luscious ass. He stroked his cock faster as he imagined all the things that he’d do to her. He watched as she moved around behind him and inhaled her sensuous scent as she leaned over him. Her silky fingers moved down over his chest until he felt her sharp fingernails play across his nipples. He found it extremely stimulating as her fingernails scratched harshly over the tips until he felt them stick out hard. His hand stroked harder as the thrill raced through his body.

“You like your tits played with?” She reached farther over him until two fingers of each hand gripped his hard nipples. “How about them being pinched?” She tightened her grip on the rubbery flesh and saw his lips tighten in pain as she pinched them in her fingers. But his hands didn’t stop her, content to stroke his cock with broad strokes while his other hand reached under to cradle his balls.

She pinched them and the pain shot through his body like electricity. His cock throbbed; the head leaked his crème as the thrill raced through his body. She played with his nipples like he would do to her as a strange excitement raced through his body. He almost knew what was next and braced for it, not surprised when her fingers tightened on the swollen tips and twisted them until he groaned in pain. His ass rose up from the chair but his hand continued to stroke his cock up and down. “MMMMMGG,” he moaned softly, his upper body pulled off from the chair as he tried to relax the pressure when Melissa yanked him up by his nipples. He looked down, surprised to see the tips stretch so far when her fingers pinched them unmercifully. He shuddered, not so much in pain but pleasure.

It was time to move to the other room, her bedroom. She released his nipples to step away from behind him. “Get up.”

Michael stood up, his cock jutted out in front of him. She turned toward him, her hand reached out and grabbed his cock, and Michael fought the urge to cum as her soft hand curled around the shaft. She tightened her grip.

“Follow me,” she demanded, as she yanked him by his cock until Michael began to move, his feet shuffled along the floor until he got into sync with her feet.

He found himself enter a large bedroom; the bed the most prominent feature where it sat in the center as the most focal object in the room. The bed was covered in white satin sheets and four large pillows ran across the top. The headboard and the footboard were wrought iron with three long rails that ran horizontal on the headboard and footboard, split by uprights at right angles every foot. He couldn’t wait until he’d feel his naked body on the smooth satin sheets.

“Over here.” Melissa slipped her thong off her body and stood back up; her neatly trimmed bush did little to hide her pouty pussy lips from his intense gaze. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her pussy, and Melissa loved the attention. He’d lavish much more attention on her pussy soon enough. She sat in the wide, upholstered chair near the bed and spread her legs to leave little to Michael’s imagination. “Is your tongue as talented as you are?” She knew that she only needed to challenge him.

Michael kneeled at her feet and licked his lips to get them wet. “You’ll soon find out,” as he sparred so easily with her. He started with one foot and licked her toes, then moved to her ankle to hold her legs open wide. His eyes feasted on her pussy, and his tongue moved as if he began to lick her. He planted small kisses on her legs as he moved up to her knees to make sure that he kissed behind her knee, the soft, tender spot that he had discovered that turned on many women. Her pussy lips were pulled back, the light from the fire reflected off the wet inner lips that were exposed. He couldn’t wait to taste her, to savor her essence. His hands moved in front of his mouth to tease along her silky thighs as the tip of his tongue moved up as his hands pushed her thighs farther and farther apart. He kissed her where her legs joined her body, the vee of her sex, the sensitive spot that made her body jerk in pleasure. His fingers played along her bikini line to tease the smooth skin so close, but he didn’t touch her mound. Her hips already began to move, even though he hadn’t touched her pussy yet.

God, she could almost cum, and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet. Melissa struggled hard not to grab his head and push it between her pussy lips. She felt soaked in desire and fought to restrain herself as his tongue moved so close to her pussy. She put a leg over each arm of the chair to spread herself open for his mouth, eager to feel his tongue lap at her nectar. She was more than ready. “OOOOHHH.” His fingers touched her pussy for the first time when his powerful fingers gripped the edges of her lips to peel them open like a flower. “AAHHHHH.” She cried out as Michael blew on her inner lips. His hot breath excited her, but she wanted to feel his hot, wet tongue next.

He teased along the edge of her pussy lips with his tongue, his fingers pulled her lips back to blow on her open sex, her body tense as she waited impatiently. He curled his fingers in her neatly trimmed bush and made sure he plucked a few hairs out on purpose, but the pain as they pulled out did little to dampen her arousal. Her hips shot up as though she was burned by a hot iron when his tongue lapped in her slit. He drew it up from her perineum but slowed down as he passed over her hole then moved higher up between her lips until he reached her slit to tease so close to her clit, yet not touch it, her hips arched up for relief. He moved his tongue back down between her lips and pressed against her tight hole and he made his tongue stiff as he forced it in her.

Please touch my clit, Melissa begged silently to herself, but she didn’t want to give Michael the upper hand. Her hips failed to keep still, his tongue searched between her pussy lips to lap at her juices that flowed freely and teased her hole as if his tongue was a cock and pushed to enter her. She urged her thighs farther apart and felt his tongue spear her, to snap back and forth inside her like a little cock. But that’s not what she wanted. She wanted his long, thick cock inside her. She couldn’t contain her lust any longer. She sat up to grip his head with both hands. She pushed his head up and down and felt his tongue slip back and forth between her slit as his lips touched her clit then shoved his head down harder until she felt her clit rubbed so erotically.

She became more aggressive when she gripped his head and guided it up and down as his tongue lavished attention on her pussy. She tasted good; Michael’s tongue lapped up her juices as though he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to tease her, not touch her clit, but she pushed his head up until he had no choice; his tongue and mouth attacked her clit with a vengeance. His lips found the hard, fleshy button and he sucked it into his mouth so his tongue could attack it. He thought for sure she would cum, but she struggled to stay in charge. He felt her body grow taut as she fought the orgasm he tried to force upon her. His other hand slid between her legs until two fingers found her hot and wet pussy; her muscles gripped his fingers as they pushed inside her to twist and turn as he sucked her clit. He continued to work on her as her body trembled with an impending orgasm.

She fought as hard as she could while she held Michael’s head with authority as she tried to stop the orgasm that sought to shake her body. Her body shot up when his fingers entered her and twisted inside as he continued to suck on her clit. That was all she could endure, so she let her body go as she came to splash her juices all over his face as she held his head imprisoned between her tightly clenched thighs as her hips pumped up and down. She bit her lips as she tried to muffle her scream of pleasure, his tongue never let up on her clit, his lips held it trapped as the tip of his tongue snapped back and forth over the tip.

She came almost like a man, her pussy soaked his mouth and chin; her thighs and hands held him pinned between her legs until her orgasm subsided. He didn’t disappoint her; his mouth never let up its oral assault between her thighs; her body jerked in pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. He finally was allowed to pull his head back when her hands released him. Her pussy was soaked; her bush glistened with droplets of her cum. He licked his lips to savor her juices. His hand reached down and stroked his cock, wanting now to push his cock inside her wet, hot pussy.

Melissa’s lust was temporarily sated by his mouth, but she was far from finished. “You have a very talented tongue, Michael. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. But, I think we should move to the bed. By the looks of your cock, you’ll need relief soon.” Michael moved toward the bed in haste, his lust at a fever pitch. But it wouldn’t be as he expected, Melissa still wanted to be in charge. “Lie down,” she ordered him, and Michael wasted no time in lying on the bed, his hand still fisted his thick cock.

The satin sheets felt good as he slid over them to lie on the massive bed; his eyes took in the beauty of Melissa’s naked body. He lay on his back, his hand moved unashamed along his cock to stroke it as he held it up high and hoped that Melissa would sit on it. He watched her as she moved to the side of the bed, not as he expected. Michael lost sight of her as she moved to the head of the bed. He heard the sound of a drawer open and looked over his shoulder to see what Melissa had done.

Melissa took the rope out of the drawer, four conveniently cut lengths, already prepared for tonight. Michael looked at her, his eyes opened wide in surprise but not in fear. She hoped that he’d be open to experimentation. “Put your hands above your head. Reach out to the corners of the bed.” He obeyed without question.

Rope, the night suddenly turned much different than he’d ever fathomed. She would tie him up; the sudden thought of losing all control made his cock harder than he’d ever felt before. He couldn’t comprehend his own excitement; Michael was usually in control in lovemaking. Bound, he would relinquish all control to Melissa. His hands rose up as they were spread to the corners of the bed. Melissa worked quickly to tie them until the rope dug into his wrists, the tug of the rope signaled that she had secured one end to the headboard. She moved to the other side of the bed so Michael wouldn’t have a chance to change his mind as she made quick work of securing the other. Michael looked over his shoulder as he tugged on the ropes and found his arms firmly secured to the bed. He looked at Melissa, a grin on her face as she looked at him.

It was easier than she thought as she found Michael much more submissive than his business side revealed. Maybe it was just his hard cock thinking for him, anything to get inside her. She picked up the other two pieces of rope; Michael needed no explanation and spread his legs like a twenty-dollar whore. Melissa saw the look on his face; he was resigned to his new position. She didn’t give him time to think and maybe change his mind as she secured both ankles to the far corners of the bed.

Michael felt his legs tied, his naked body in a big “X,” and he tugged with his legs to find them secured tight. There was nothing he could do any longer, not even scratch his nose without help. He only hoped that his cock would soon feel the hot, tight pussy of Melissa. He said it almost nonchalantly, “Since I can’t do it any longer, I hope you’re going to take care of my cock.”

“Without exception.” She climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to his hips. Her hands slid along his naked thigh and felt his muscles grow taut from the unexpected touch as she teased him. She looked as his cock jerked in anticipation. Her fingers slid higher up, until they nearly touched his balls, the heavy-laden sack so close.

His body was on edge as her hand teased him; Michael wished he could touch his cock, anything as it jerked up and down. His ass rose up, as high as it could, the bondage prevented much movement. Her fingers curled around his balls to gently test them as she began to squeeze tighter. She was a bit rough when her toes crushed my balls in the living room. What would she do now that I’m defenseless? He wished she’d touch his cock at the same time, but her fingers tightened harder on his balls, surprised that she was so adroit at capturing the twin balls that floated invisibly in his ball sack and trap them as she closed her hand around them.

His balls tried to escape her hand, but she managed to trap both of them to squeeze them until she had them gripped securely. She watched his face as she began to squeeze them harder, and she enjoyed the control she had over his manhood. The balls began to compress as her fingers curled around them, and Melissa tugged on them as Michael bit his lip. “As they say, I’ve got you by your balls,” Melissa teased him.

That she did; her hand didn’t release them, and he felt the pressure get greater as she continued to squeeze them. How far would she go before she stopped? Michael moaned as he felt a cramp in his stomach when her hand gripped his delicate balls too tight for comfort. But Michael wouldn’t surrender.

Melissa liked the way he took to his new role, but deep down, she knew it wouldn’t last. With his talents at work, he would acquire the power, just another step to take it to his sexual conquests as well. He would use it among many of the beautiful girls at Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer that would be easy prey for him. But for now, he was hers to do as she desired, and she planned to take full advantage of it. She released his balls to slide over on top of him until her breasts hung just above his thighs. She felt the delicious tingle as her already-hardened nipples slid along his thighs, his hairs tingled the sensitive tips to further erection. Her breasts played up and down his thighs and moved higher up until her breasts brushed across his balls, the crinkly hair excited the hard tips. She pressed her breasts together to trap his throbbing cock between the full flesh. She looked up at him and smiled as she felt his hot cock nestled so tightly between her breasts and his cock jerked in pleasure as she enveloped it between her breasts.

She looked sexy as she smiled at him while his cock pushed out of her lovely breasts; her hands trapped his cock so tightly. He was almost ready to cum when she began to move her body back and forth and his cock slid easily between her breasts, his cock trapped in such a warm blanket of flesh. She masturbated his cock with her tits, and he felt her hard nipples press against the sides of his shaft as she moved back and forth. The next thing she did surprised him, though he wasn’t sure why. Most girls would do the same thing, but most girls don’t tie him spread eagle to the bed and take control of the situation. He watched her mouth open, and suddenly, she engulfed the head of his cock as it pushed out from between her breasts. He first felt her hot breath on the head of his cock, as her breasts cradled his cock so tightly it could barely move when it jerked in pleasure. Then, her silky lips touched his cock and Michael struggled to keep from cumming as her lips tightened on the head of his cock. “EEEHHH,” Michael moaned in pleasure as her tongue moved in her mouth to lap over the head of his cock. He tightened up and tried to stop the terrible urge in his balls to cum, the thrill of cumming in his boss’s mouth so overpowering.

Her mouth filled with the salty taste of his cum as her tongue lashed over the head of his cock to urge out the thick, salty juices. She felt him struggle to keep from cumming; Melissa made her lips tight and sucked in his cock until half of it split her lips so her tongue could bathe the shaft and head. It was so hot and hard, Melissa struggled to not make him cum, but instead, she wanted him between her legs first. She began to suck it and draw it in and out of her mouth as the shaft fucked her tits. Melissa’s hand slid down between her legs to find her pussy soaked, her fingers slid along her slit to masturbate herself gently as she tit-fucked Michael. She kept it up for only a few minutes, hard to fuck his cock with her tits and masturbate her pussy at the same time. Michael breathed heavily, his eyes closed in pleasure. He wouldn’t last much longer.

He opened his eyes when she deserted his cock and looked down as he never saw his cock so thick and long before. It was covered in a coat of her saliva and his cum, the head swollen. She settled back to slide down so she could sit on his cock and kneeled up as her hand gripped the shaft of his cock; Michael sighed in pleasure as her hand slid around the shaft to hold it up stiffly. He watched as the soft folds of her pussy slid down over the head of his cock to engulf the head between the puffy lips of her pussy until he felt the head push into her wet hole. She had a look of pleasure on her face as Michael felt her pussy begin to swallow up his cock, Melissa moaned passionately as she sat on his throbbing cock. He felt the pressure of her insides clench on the head of his cock to compress the thick head; Michael couldn’t believe that she could be so tight.

“OOOOHH.” Melissa was unable to contain her lust any longer as she felt the thick cock spear open her pussy. She sat down on it and felt the thick head open her up as her weight pushed his cock inside her. It had been a long time since she had a hard cock inside her, an even longer time with one this thick. It felt good as Melissa rolled her hips as her pussy grew wetter with desire. She pulled up then pushed back down, more of his cock settled inside her as Melissa gripped his cock with her muscles. She looked down, only half of it inside her as Melissa began to ride his cock. It filled her when it moved in and out as her hips danced on the cock that split her up the middle.

Her lovely tits jiggled erotically when her hips moved from side to side and her pussy massaged his cock with her clenching muscles. Michael was in ecstasy. If giving up control meant this, he was all in favor. He shoved his ass up into the air to try to drive more of his cock inside her so he could feel all the pleasure that her hot, tight pussy gave half of his cock.

“Not so fast,” Melissa pulled up as Michael shoved his cock into her. “I’m in charge. Just do as you’re told.” To emphasize her control, she reached behind her to grip his balls. “Good boy.” She began to fuck his cock again and slid up and down the shaft to go deep now that she had taught Michael who was in charge. She moved all the way up then clasped tightly on the head of his cock to ensure that it didn’t slip out. Then, she let out a deep moan as she pushed down to feel the long prick slip inside her, her weight forced it in hard and push aside her insides. It was so long as it banged hard against her cervix. She held him tight inside her so she could clench and unclench on his cock before she moved back up to rock her hips from side to side when his cock pulled out to drag her insides out with it. She fucked him, fucked him hard. She tried to delay her orgasm as long as she could, surprised that Michael did such a good job at doing the same. She had at least cum once, but Michael was still unfulfilled.

It felt good as Michael struggled to maintain his erection without cumming, difficult when his lovely boss is naked and she is riding his cock. And with a tight pussy, Michael struggled hard. He watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy that glistened with her juices; Melissa rubbed her clit as she threw back her head in pleasure. She was ready to cum and so was Michael.

“Cum for me, Michael. Fill me as I cum.” Melissa grunted in pleasure as she rode up and down on his cock, her body sweated from her energetic fucking, as Melissa struggled to continue. She let her body go when she felt it, the powerful jet of cum shot inside her to bathe her insides with the hot cum. “AAAGGHH,” she cried as she rode her hips from side to side as she gripped his cock possessively when he spewed his cum into her receptive pussy; her body never stopped moving as she rubbed her clit while her orgasm raced through her body. It had been a long time since she came from a cock inside her, not even the previous cum brought upon Michael’s excellent cunninglus skills could match the orgasm brought about by the deep penetration of a thick cock. She came again like a man to flood his cock as his cum bathed her insides. She never stopped moving until both of them were finished, Melissa exhausted by the two powerful orgasms.

He filled her with his cum, her insides clenched so tight on his cock as she came. It felt like he hadn’t cum for a month, his balls dumped an abundant amount of cum; Melissa never let up as she moved up and down on his cock even as he shot his hot cum into her willing hole. She bucked up and down until she slumped down on him, and Michael enjoyed the feeling of her tits on his chest as he felt her heavy breathing as she tried to recover.

It had been a long time since she enjoyed such an orgasm, bondage of her partner always making it so much better for her. She sat up, his shrinking cock still managing to stay inside her. She clenched her pussy tight as she pulled off of his cock, quickly sliding forward until her thighs were on both sides of Michael’s head. She saw the look in his eyes, his hands tugging on his bound arms. He knew what was about to happen and could do little to stop it.

Michael came face to face with Melissa’s pussy, only inches from his mouth. He had done it so many times to his lovers, but he never expected the same thing to happen to him. But the tight bondage put him at the disadvantage.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He obeyed immediately, and Melissa saw the look of resignation in his eyes. She slid forward an inch, her pussy over his open and waiting mouth. She relaxed her muscles and looked down as the white, milky cum slowly began to drip out of her pussy. She smiled broadly when the first ropey strand of cum slipped out between her legs and landed on his tongue. It became more abundant, Michael’s abundant cum mixed with hers to slowly drip down into his waiting mouth, and some of it coated his lips with a shiny layer of cum. “Don’t close your mouth yet,” Melissa watched Michael carefully. The last drops slipped into his mouth. “Swallow it.”

Michael did as he was told, just as the girls under him did with him, and swallowed the thick crème. It wasn’t unpleasant, just demeaning that he had to swallow his own cum.

“You’re not finished yet. Now, use your tongue to lick my pussy clean.” She slid down more until her wet pussy was pressed against his lips. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue began to go to work as he licked up and down her slit; Melissa’s lower body moved to make sure that Michael did an excellent job. It was five minutes before she let him stop licking her pussy, Melissa already felt the excitement run back into her body. She lifted up higher. “Lick my ass hole.” The tremors ran through her body when he tongued her anus to play back and forth over the sensitive hole. She’d never been taken in the ass before; Melissa never allowed any man to have that much control over her. But she enjoyed the pleasure of a tongue on her ass hole; the rough, wet tongue excited the tiny pleasure receptors around her anus. She let him tongue her for long minutes as she enjoyed her control over him. And he didn’t complain too much, not that he could as his mouth lavished his attention on her ass hole and his tongue lapped so deliciously on her anus.

Melissa untied him from the bed. Michael found himself back in the living room, both of them dressed, having a drink as if nothing had ever happened. But Michael would remember this day for a long time, fondly remember it. Neither of them would speak of it, but their eyes would sparkle each time they met, both of them recalled it in their minds.





Chapter: 4





The Next Year




Spring came quickly, and Michael enjoyed his bonus for the year. Even though he’d only been there for half a year, he took home almost $35,000 before taxes, but it was quite a coup for a new employee. Or so he was told by Bill. And Bill promised much more next year if Michael performed as he’d done in the last four campaigns. Michael sat in Bill’s office as they went over the completion of the last campaign as both of them basked in their good fortune.

“I think you’ll like the next assignment, Michael.” It wasn’t often that someone got such a plum assignment so early in the game, but Michael wasn’t ordinary. He had an innate skill in coming up with just the right idea; Bill was almost jealous of him if it weren’t for the fact that Michael made Bill look just as good. Michael knew how to play the politics of the advertising game and made sure that he didn’t push anyone to the side as he rose up in power. Michael made a point of taking all that worked with him up the ladder with him. He recognized he couldn’t do it all and needed the rest that had the necessary skills to take his ideas and put them into motion. This would be the first chance for Michael to pick his own team. He would be able to show his appreciation to those that made him look good. “A company called Zuma has a new product ready for the market. From what I am told, it’ll make the iPod look like a relic. They don’t have any revenue, but they have a finished product ready, made by contract manufacturers. They can flood the market with millions of their product in less than a month; all they need is for us to create the demand.”

Michael couldn’t believe his ears. It was a plum small-company assignment that needed an advertising campaign that would have to come out of left field and literally stun the public with its brilliance. His mind began to click on the number of questions that quickly rushed to his brain. “Is it a shoestring budget?” That was the biggest problem with the small companies; they lacked the financial resources to instigate a major advertising campaign. He waited for the answer.

“The company might be small, but their backers are large. They have earmarked $25 million for it. But,” he paused after emphasizing the word but. “This’ll have to be a mix of a structured advertising campaign with the offbeat, a viral campaign or some other innovative campaign that’ll take the product to the movers and shakers and excite them. Once you have them, the rest will follow.” He let it sink in as he saw Michael’s eyes; his brain conjured up ideas already.

Twenty-five million, this was five times the amount most small companies would put into a new product. He hoped it was as good a product as the smart money that followed it. “Who else is on the team?”

“This isn’t my project, Michael. This is yours. You pick the team. You haven’t been here that long, but I have every bit of confidence that you know who you’ll need to pull this off. It has to be out by fall, enough time to build the momentum for the holiday season. If it works, it will be the must-have gift for Christmas, not only for the manufacturer, but for you also. This’ll make you or break you, but I have every bit of confidence in you.” This would be the career maker or breaker for Michael, but Bill knew that it didn’t bother him in the least. He was the type that thrived on the impossible.

“Not to worry, I’ve trained all my life for this one.” Michael sounded almost like a cliché, the boxer that finally has a chance at the title. He knew it would have to be special and unconventional so he needed a staff that could do it. “Can I get an office outside the building? I need a place where we wouldn’t be constrained by the structure of the agency.”

Michael already thought outside the box and knew that creativity would flow much better in a less restrained environment of suits and ties. “Where do you have in mind?”

“SoHo.”

“No problem.” The company often took offices outside the main building. Creativity needed space to blossom. “I’ll have the real estate department find you something nice. Two thousand square feet?”

“Excellent.”

“But you’ll have to come in for the weekly Friday-morning status meeting. Give me your list of team members by Friday.” The meeting was over; Michael would be free to handle the rest.

* * * *

The real estate department found an office within a couple of days. It was located at 101 Spring Street, built in the 20th century. It was a real find; the ground floor office available for a short time period, a new tenant didn’t want it until January. The office had high ceilings, characteristic of the large loft spaces. It had two private offices; the rest would be open space, ideal for the creativity needed for this project. Monday would be the first meeting at the new space and all of the team members had accepted.

SoHo was located in Manhattan, the name a blend of the boundaries, South of Houston. It was originally a manufacturing neighborhood, but artists moved into the area in the 1960s and 1970s, high-end stores and tourists followed in natural progression. It was a vibrant neighborhood, just what Michael needed for his team. Dress would be more casual, no ties or suits, but those living in the city never dressed down too much. It was a way of life to look good.

Michael looked around the room; the long table in the middle was able to hold the ten members of the team. He sat at the head of the table; neat tan slacks tailored to his body, a dark brown pullover clung to his chest. He had joined a gym with Brandon in their building; both of them enjoyed staying fit and the way they looked from the workouts. And there was always a bevy of gorgeous women in the gym; many looked as though they could do a strenuous workout without sweating. Michael still hadn’t found much time for anything besides work, though he did go out with Heather when she had a stopover in the city. And of course, there was the night with Melissa. He had seen her a couple of times after that, trading pleasantries but no mention of that night or another night in the future.

Brandon sat near him, his second in command. He was bright, creative and industrious, late hours and weekends were never a problem. He had great insight into computer electronics. Michael counted on him to be key in this project.

Michael smiled at Alexis when she arrived; his fascination with Alexis grew stronger with each day. She was smart, savvy and intense. And when it came to information, nothing could be hidden from Alexis and her red laptop, a state of the art model that seemed to be an appendage, which was always beneath her fingertips. Michael could watch her fingers magically click across the keyboard, though his mind often wandered as he imagined the long, sleek fingers with the red nail polish slide across his cock. She looked good, a crisp black blouse, buttoned up the front that hung loosely over her, a button at the top the only glimpse of what lay beneath it, her pale white skin in sharp contrast to the black material. He caught sight of her before she sat down, the gentle sway of her hips, the loose skirt shifted from side to side to entice him with her body. It was more Michael’s imagination than the visual effect; Alexis wore very loose-fitting clothes to hide her features from him. It was only times when they hugged in congratulatory moments that Michael felt her body which made his cock stir as she pressed against him. He would love to bed her down, she was friendly but aloof. She was self-confidant and knew how talented she was, yet she refused to use her femininity, instead she relied on her expertise. That’s why Michael picked her first after Brandon, but that never stopped him from imagining what it would be like to sexually possess her.

Michael had met with Alexis yesterday in regard to a second person with similar talents of Alexis, the ability to manipulate data and use it to make an advertising campaign resonate with the public. “Who do you suggest?”

Alexis was honored that Michael had picked her. She respected Michael for his ability, but she had to brush away his sexual innuendos with firmness. She wanted to be respected for her abilities, not her sexual favors. She knew that it was rampant in the advertising business, the aggressiveness of their positions translated into their sexual behavior. She had heard many stories of the girls that fell victim to their bosses, though none would dare protest. The advertising business was close knit; any scandal would hurt the aggressor but would also end the career of the accuser. “A new girl just started two months ago. She came from Kansas of all places. She’s almost as good as I am.” Alexis laughed.

“No one is better than you, Alexis.” He paused for a moment. “With the computer.”

“And that is my only talent you’ll ever see,” Alexis always sparred with Michael. “Her name is Kristen. Not only is she talented, but you’ll also like her. She’s a lovely young thing with a nice, tight body that she doesn’t mind showing off to its full advantage. I’m sure you’ll find a way to see it more fully.”

Michael’s cock was already hard; Alexis did that to him whenever she walked into the room. He never fully understood the attraction, but he was sure it had something to do with not being able to get into her bed that drew her deeper to him. Maybe Kristen would be a good distraction for him. “Now, now, Alexis, I’m only interested in what’s in your head, not what’s in your panties.”

“That’s the head on your shoulders talking, not the head in your pants.” Alexis got up to leave the room and felt Michael’s eyes on her ass as she walked out. She turned to him. “I’ll have Kristen at the office in the morning. You won’t regret it.” She left, Michael’s eyes still burning on her ass as she walked out.

Alexis was right about Kristen. She came into the room, and Michael’s eyes followed her with interest. She was barely five feet, if that, blonde hair cut short and a slim, tight body. She couldn’t be over ninety pounds, a nice pair of breasts, not too large but ample enough to fill out the cashmere sweater that clung to them like a second skin. She wore a skirt, though it was cut high up, exposing a pair of slim legs that set your imagination running as to where they ended. She turned her back to Michael for a second, a nice ass pushed out the back of the skirt so seductively. Michael reached down to unleash his cock, the hardened flesh caught in his shorts. It would be an interesting summer.

“Good morning, Michael,” Kristen greeted Michael. She had seen him in the office before, surprised when he asked for her. She didn’t even think he knew she existed. Michael was one of the brightest and newest members of the firm. And handsome. He overshadowed her in size, but that is what she liked. Even though she showed off her body, she was shy inside, always doubting herself, no matter how much she succeeded. She had made the move from Kansas to the City, a major change in culture and it was difficult to adjust.

Michael spoke to Kristen for about ten minutes before the others arrived as he tried to learn more about her. He was surprised. He expected to find a vivacious, outgoing girl by the looks of her clothes and body, but instead, he found a shy girl with the body of a woman. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, his gaze feasted on her lovely tits; the sweater outlined the shapely flesh, down to her legs. Kristen nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs that only further inflamed his lust as he imagined what lay between them.

Michael looked at her with lust in his eyes that made Kristen uncomfortable as his eyes mentally undressed her. She knew she should be flattered; after all, she dressed to her advantage, but deep down, she felt ashamed. She’d have to prove to him that she was more than a lovely body; she had brains and talent. She was glad when the others came into the office and Michael excused himself to greet them.

Michael was pleased with his selection, all of them enthusiastic and excited about the project. Michael spent over four hours going over the parameters of the project and stressed the importance and the opportunities it gave each of the members. The office in SoHo was a big hit, the rest of the afternoon spent settling into the space. Michael set up his office; Alexis took over the other one for the multitude of computer equipment that just seemed to appear out of nowhere.

* * * *

It had been four weeks of daily brain-storming meetings, including Saturdays. The group seemed to be stuck, unable to break through. Michael tried to keep the energy level up, but all of the group members seemed a little discouraged by the long dry spell. They worked on a viral campaign that would have to spring up mystically and then weave its way through the movers and shakers of the electronic world. Brandon knew who to target, but it was the message that had to be fine-tuned. They had to hit the right combination of features and innovation of the product that would excite the target group to endorse the product without asking them. It had to feel like it was their idea.

Kristen and Alexis had left the table as they hurriedly moved to their office without saying a word. The group continued to talk, but you could hear the excited talking of the two computer nerds in the other room. Are they onto something? Michael kept glancing over, not wanting to disturb them but curious as to what was going on.

“That one,” Alexis shouted louder to Kristen. “Yes and that one.”

“We need five more, enough for ten emails.” Kristen nervously typed away on the computer to search the large database they’d made with the test results of the products. They had fine-tuned every single word that came out of the test results, changing, redefining and organizing them until it finally started to come together. “Take these two. Put them with that one.”

Alexis gathered them on her computer screen. “Perfect. That’s six. What about this one?” She clicked the file and sent it over to Kristen. “What have you got on speed?”

“This one. If you put it with the functionality, it will work.” She transferred the two files back to Alexis, both of them worked as one.

“We need something different. Something far out in left field. Something that you wouldn’t even relate to this product.” Alexis dug through the database to scan the subheadings, the sub-subheadings; finally, she went down to the detail. She entered in a search pattern, the cursor slid up and down with blazing speed. She glanced each time it stopped and hit enter when it didn’t jump out at her. Suddenly, she saw it. The cursor didn’t stop at it; it just seemed to jump out at her as if it were in the largest type, the boldest print. She scrolled down to it. “Damn, why didn’t we think of that? You aren’t going to believe this, Kristen. I don’t even know how the product can do this, but it says the test results confirmed it.” She sent the file to Kristen.

“That could be the first email out. You’ll grab their eyes for sure. They’ll be panting for the next one.” Kristen couldn’t believe it; it was so simple. “Here are two more related to that one. We can use them in later emails for the people that lost interest; this’ll get them back.” Her fingers clicked on the keys as she sent the files to Alexis. Kristen couldn’t contain her excitement, her voice rose up louder.

“Use this one for the final one. And the grand finale, we’ll FedEx the product to 5,000 of the movers and shakers. Fully loaded and ready to go. Simultaneously. They’ll trip over each other to spread the news first. Nobody wants to be the last one to mention it. By the time we get to the conventional advertising campaign, it’ll be repetitious. We’ll have so much free advertising and promotions that we’ll only have to target the poor slob that doesn’t have the Internet.” Alexis compiled all of them into a list, the printer spit out page by page at lightning speed.

“You, girls, want to share something with us?” Michael called out to the other side of the room at Kristen and Alexis. Did they have it?

“Hold on,” Alexis yelled back as she grabbed the pile of papers that the printer spit out. “Come on.” Alexis and Kristen rushed back to the table, and Alexis passed out two sheets to each person. “We’ll send out a mysterious email to each member of the movers and shakers. Brandon says there are 5,000. There will be a total of ten emails over a two-week period. The emails will hint at a new product, as if the email came from one of their colleagues. It’ll ask if they had heard of a product that could do this, each email hinted at one of the features listed. Number one, six and ten are the most important and must be sent out in that order. They are the grabbers. No product in this class can do those items. It is unheard of. The rest are to keep them interested and looking for more. The day after the last email, we send out 5,000 of the product by FedEx. The product will be fully loaded and ready to go. Just a push of the button, no instruction manual, no set up, no charging of batteries. Just plug and play. That has to go without a hitch. They’ll be sent as if they were evaluation models. They’ll be asked not to mention the product to friends or family. These are the type of people that couldn’t keep a product secret if their life depended on it.”

Michael scanned the paper with lightning speed, the smile on his face broadened as he read on. They had it. Why didn’t I think of this? Michael looked up as everyone else did. You could see the change in the room. They all knew it. They had clinched it. “That’s it!” His voice sounded high-pitched he was so excited by the prospects. Alexis grinned back at him.

“Yes, it’ll knock them dead!”

“We’ll have to pick an email address that they wouldn’t suspect. As if it came from one of their colleagues; it’s just they wouldn’t remember who he is.”

“Once they get past the first email, they won’t care. They’ll all try to make him their contact.”

Everyone was chiming in; the energy level hit a high. “Can we guarantee the product will perform as they say?”

James, the techie guru of the group, put in his two cents. “I’ve taken this product back and forth, inside and out. Not only will it do everything we say, but more. Hell, I even dropped it by accident and it continued to work.”

It was unanimous; they had done it. “Great job, Alexis.” Michael was glad he picked her, in spite of her spurning his sexual advances.

“Don’t look at me. Kristen found the first one. We just passed the info back and forth until it almost popped out by itself. And we found the words, everyone designed the structure. And this is just the beginning; we have lots more work to do, including the conventional advertising campaign.”

Michael actually thought he noticed Kristen blush. “Great job. The both of you.” There was more work to be done over the next four months, but it would be a slam-dunk. Half of the group was brought in because of their excellent ability to put together the mundane tasks that made it successful. They would take the ball and run with it, Michael only had to oversee the progress.

* * * *

Three months had gone by and the project came to a conclusion. It was down to the mundane; all the creativity had been accomplished with such speed that it surprised Michael. Corporate had rubber-stamped every bit of the project with barely a question; Bill did a good job of keeping them abreast of the details, always the politician, knowing the problems before they became a problem. Even Melissa came down to the office to personally congratulate everyone, including Michael. There was no mention of their night together, both of them acted with formality.

Michael learned more of Kristen, and after months, she began to open up more, partly due to her success made her feel more reassured. But she always seemed to stammer whenever Michael came close; her eyes looked down at the ground as if she were afraid to look in his eyes. In private, Alexis would kid Michael about Kristen.

“I think she’s in love with you.” Alexis smiled at Michael as she said it. Michael was handsome and intelligent, someone any girl would fall into bed with, but Alexis stayed away, but she teased and taunted, but she never gave in. “Or at least in lust.”

“It’s hard to tell. She refuses to look me in the eye. But she never fails to make my cock hard.” He was always blunt with Alexis.

“Anything in a skirt makes your cock hard. And she’s shy. But be careful. I think you’ll be surprised if you get her out of her shell. There’s something boiling deep inside her that is just waiting to get out.” Alexis shouldn’t say things like this to Michael, but Kristen told her about her lust for Michael. Not love but lust. Alexis thought that Kristen tried to get her help with Michael to make his move. Alexis looked around the room; the group had gone home; only Kristen, Michael and Alexis were left. Kristen was in the other room, the computers compiled away on the latest proposal, the finishing touches put on it today, the clients ready to accept the final draft Monday morning.

“I’m going home.” Alexis stood up and picked up her purse. She looked at Kristen as she worked diligently to finish the report before she went home. Alexis looked at Michael and winked at him. “Only the two of you left. Friday night, no one else will come back. I’ll lock the door behind me.” Alexis knew that she left the wolf in the henhouse, but that didn’t stop her as she closed the door and locked it behind her. “Good luck, Kristen,” she said softly to herself.

Michael looked over at Kristin in the chair; her short tan skirt rode high up her legs. His gaze went up to the dark brown silk blouse, cut to accent her large breasts. He caught her profile, her lips pursed, and Michael’s imagination took over, his cock pressed between them as Kristen looked up at him as she sucked his cock deep in her mouth. Michael felt nervous. Melissa Lassiter did it with such ease and took him sexually to dominate him and tie him up. His power had increased exponentially. This campaign did what few did in ten years, let alone one year. Once the campaign broke and succeeded as Michael knew it would, there’d be no limit to his power. It had been over a month since he had Heather; no other woman graced his bed. Work was still his overriding pleasure. Maybe it was time to mix business and pleasure. He rubbed his cock as he imagined Kristen naked beneath him. He stood up to fix his cock in his pants so it wasn’t as obvious. He walked over to the other room.

Kristen sweated. She heard Alexis leave and heard the ominous sound of the door lock behind her. Kristen’s breathing was loud and matched the sound of her heart pounding away, her chest rose up and down as she tried to fill her lungs. She was nervous and tried to keep her fingers moving on the keyboard, but she caught a glimpse of Michael out of the corner of her eye. He looked at her. Is it going to happen? How will I react? What will he do to me? Or make me do? Her mind raced with irrational thoughts. She wasn’t very experienced with men. She had a boyfriend in college and lost her virginity to him in the back seat of the car, but it didn’t last. He wanted more from her; Kristen was shy, most of the other college girls willing to do anything. Anything. That is one reason she came to the city. She wanted to make a change. But she found it just as hard in the city, the men more sophisticated and demanded more from the women. So work consumed her with masturbation her only outlet and her imagination fueled her orgasms. Michael had been the subject of many of her masturbatory fantasies. That was as far as it ever went. Until one day she blurted it out when she told Alexis of her fantasy. She regretted it as soon as it spilled out, but deep down, she was glad she did it. Kristen knew that Alexis was good friends with Michael, more than friends, though Kristen never really figured out their true relationship. They sparred as if they were sexually involved, but Kristen never knew if it was just sparring or if they really did have a relationship. She held her breath as Michael stood up, and Kristen tried not to turn her head when he reached down and grabbed his crotch. She’d made him hard. She looked back at the computer screen as she heard Michael’s footsteps come closer and closer.

Michael walked quietly into the room, and Kristen didn’t look up as she worked away, oblivious to him. His mind raced. Is this a mistake? He stepped behind her, and Kristen’s hands suddenly stopped. But she didn’t look up. Michael looked down as her breasts rose and fell from her labored breathing. He put his hands on her shoulders, and her body jumped from his touch, but she didn’t pull away. He began to rub her shoulders gently. “You’ve been working hard, Kristen.” Her hands fell to her side as Michael felt her body relax as his fingers began to knead her flesh. She settled back in the chair.

Her pussy got wet. Soaked, not wet, the minute he touched her. Her nipples sprung to life, and Kristen clenched her thighs together as she tried to quell the lust between her legs. If he touched her pussy, she knew she’d cum. She took her hands off of the keyboard and sat back in the chair as her hands hung down the side of the chair while Michael rubbed her shoulders. She couldn’t catch her breath, her lungs refused to fill with air in spite of the deep breaths she took. She knew her breasts rose up and down exaggeratedly, but she grew faint from lack of air.

Michael’s fingers ran up her neck as he saw goose bumps appear on her flesh when he lightly caressed her neck. He pushed her head to the side, and Kristen did nothing to stop him from doing what he desired. The minute his fingers ran around her ear, her body slumped lower in the chair as if she lost all strength in her body. He thought he heard her moan. He looked at her breasts and saw the tips push out the front of her blouse. Her nipples were unmistakably hard. “A beautiful neck.” Her eyes were closed as he caressed her skin so gently when his fingers barely touched her flesh. She trembled when he leaned down until his lips touched her neck to gently kiss her and nibbled on her flesh. She moaned, unmistakable in her arousal.

She wanted so much to push her hands under her skirt and masturbate; Michael aroused her, yet he’d barely touched her. Her muscles felt like jelly, Kristen unable to do anything but let him have his way with her. His lips nibbled on her neck as his teeth gently bit the flesh until her nipples strained in her bra. Would he do the same thing to them?

“Unbutton your blouse, Kristen.” Michael’s voice demanded.

She stopped breathing. This isn’t what she expected. She didn’t dare look up at him. She sat there, frozen.

“I don’t like to repeat myself. Unbutton your blouse.” His fingers dug into her shoulders, this time not so gentle.

She felt the pressure of his fingers on her shoulders. It was no longer a gentle caress; his fingers demanded she submit to his request. She looked at her hands as they moved up, trembling. She could barely open the first button before they moved down to the second. She looked down, the blouse pulled open, ashamed that she bought her blouses so tight. The next button seemed to open by itself, her fingers made short work of the rest of the buttons. She stopped when she got to the last one and waited. The hands on her shoulders began to caress her gently again; this time; his fingers pushed her blouse off of her shoulder to caress her naked flesh.

Michael looked down at her bra, the frilly, silk fabric barely able to contain her twin peaks. A generous amount of cleavage was revealed, her white breasts moved up and down as Kristen struggled to breathe. And her unmistakable nipples pushed out the thin fabric. Her body was definitely aroused. His hands brushed the blouse off both shoulders to leave her shoulders naked except for the thin straps of her bra. “Slip off your blouse.”

Will he force me to strip naked for him? In the office? Kristen was afraid someone would walk in on her in spite of the door being locked. Still, her hands moved without her thinking to slip one arm out at a time and sat forward as she pulled it from her back to neatly pile it on the computer keyboard in front of her. She sat back slowly, the chair back suddenly cold to remind her that she was almost naked from the waist up. His hands returned; this time, they moved down from her shoulders to lightly caress across her ample bosom; Kristen’s nipples felt so hard that she was afraid they would burst. She sat straight in the chair, her hands submissively at her sides to arch her back so her tits pushed out provocatively. She waited for his hands to slide lower, and she didn’t have to wait long.

Such a lush pair of tits and Kristen sat in front of him in her bra as she arched her back to stick them out. His hands crept down the front of her bra to slide along the edges to seek out the white flesh hidden beneath the sexy bra. His fingers traced beneath the bra cups to tease close to the nipples, yet he didn’t touch them. He pulled his fingers out so his large hands could encircle both tits. He waited for a second then squeezed, and Kristen’s back arched higher as she moaned loudly. He felt the firm flesh beneath his fingertips as he clenched and unclenched on the luscious flesh.

His hands were powerful as they took her breasts ruthlessly to crush them in his palms. Yet, she moaned in pleasure, no matter how hard he squeezed as she allowed him full access to her breasts. Will he like them once he bared them? Are they too big? Then, she heard his voice as she silently obeyed him to stand up from the chair. Her legs could barely support her; Michael’s touch on her body had turned her muscles to mush. She heard the chair pulled out from behind her and patiently waited for his next command or touch.

Michael was surprised that Kristen obeyed his commands without question. He never felt his cock as hard as it was now, the power he had over her was an aphrodisiac. He saw her shiver when his hands touched her naked back. He made short work of the bra snap, and the bra slipped open with ease. He pushed his cock against her as he worked the bra straps down her shoulders to hold the cups over her breasts as she obediently slipped her arms out of them. He kept the cups over her breasts to tease himself as his cock pushed against her ass and he bent lower so he could get into position. He couldn’t contain his hips as he rubbed absently against her ass with his cock.

It felt huge; Michael pushed against her until his cock touched her ass. He began to remove her bra, and Kristen slipped her arms out of the straps as Michael held the bra over her breasts as if he unveiled a portrait. She felt the silky fabric of the bra slide over her hardened nipples to unleash another torrent of juices between her legs as Michael stripped her bare to the waist. She felt the cool air of the room blow over her naked breasts. Michael’s hands were on her arms as Kristen braced for the first touch of his fingers on her nipples.

“Such beautiful breasts, Kristen, firm with delicious nipples that beg to be sucked. Lace your fingers behind your neck.” Her breasts arched up even higher, her nipples pointed up to the stars as she obeyed him without question. He looked down at her white breasts, dark brown areolas the size of quarters, small for such large breasts, but it was her nipples that caught his attention. They stood out over half an inch, dark brown nipples that begged to be touched. His hands slid from her arms to slide over the sensuous flesh of the sides of her breasts, Michael sure that her nipples stood out another half an inch when he touched her. His hands cupped her tits even though the firm flesh didn’t need the support.

Her legs almost caved when he touched her, and a whoosh came from her mouth. She felt like a slave girl that posed for her new Master. She could barely catch her breath when Michael’s hands touched the hot flesh of her breasts. She arched her back, wanting his touch on her nipples, but Michael teased her, his hands cupped them from beneath as if he offered them up. His hands felt good as they dug into her flesh from beneath, but her nipples cried out for attention. “Please,” her voice soft as she begged. “Touch them. I need for you to touch my nipples.” She couldn’t believe she said it aloud, but the words came out of her mouth. She waited excitedly for Michael to respond.

Her nipples begged to be touched, the flesh so hard. His fingers eased closer to them as her body trembled when his fingernails trailed around her areolas. He was sure that her nipples swelled larger as his fingernails dragged around the brown circles, so close, but he didn’t touch them. She moaned as her body went limp against him while his cock still rubbed back and forth over her ass.

“EEEEEWWW.” It was the sudden shock that drew the scream from her lips. He not only touched her nipples, but his fingers gripped the twin hard tips between his fingers and pinched. Not gentle but a firm pinch that sent her body into shock. She looked down as his large hands cupped her breasts from beneath, but two fingers clenched tightly on her nipples. It felt like they were caught in a vise.

He could feel the blood rush into the tips when he first touched them as he pinched hard on them. He was rewarded with a scream, not of pain but of pleasure, her ass shoved hard against his cock as if she wanted him inside her. He squeezed harder, but she did nothing to stop him, her hands behind her neck in submission. He eased his tight grip on her nipples as the blood poured back to the ends. He squeezed tighter this time, another groan poured from her lips. He released them so his fingers could lightly play across the hardened tips when they pushed out far. He teased them back and forth.

Kristen never felt her nipples grow so sensitive, from the lightest touch to the hard pinching; all of it ignited a lust in her. She tried to push her nipples harder into his hands, wanting more, more of anything. She felt his hands desert her breasts to slide down her naked sides to touch her flanks. She knew what came next; Michael pushed back from her as his hands expertly unzipped her skirt, the button popped open with ease. She felt the skirt loosen and fought the natural urge to keep it from falling down, but she resisted to keep the position of servitude Michael desired from her. She felt the skirt slide down her legs and fall around her ankles.

“Kick it away.” Michael looked down, a tan thong was her only clothing left, and it did little more than entice. She kicked away the skirt, her legs pressed together as if he’d allow that. He looked down at her ass, two full cheeks naked and the thin strap of her thong that disappeared mysteriously in her crack. He pushed his cock back against her ass; this time, her cheeks naked. His hands held her hips to force them from side to side, so her ass cheeks could rub so provocatively over his cock. “That feels good to masturbate on your naked ass.”

It sounded so dirty when he said it, but it was true; she was almost naked, and he forced her ass back and forth over his cock as if she masturbated him, not with her hands but her buttocks. It was dirty and exciting to be used sexually for someone’s pleasure. She could feel his cock jerk, and she knew he enjoyed her. It was strange, but she felt the same enjoyment to be used in such a manner. Michael was still dressed, yet she was almost naked, her body posed for him, available to him in any manner he wanted. She was afraid of when he would touch her thong. He would then know her secret, knowing that it was soaked in her arousal. She sucked in her stomach when his hand slid down over it and feared where it went. His hands touched the front of her thong to play lower and tease over her neatly trimmed bush beneath it to send tremors through the tiny follicles. His fingers were insistent to slide lower until he cupped her sex, his hand pressed hard between her legs to cradle her vulva. She wanted to scream out in pleasure as she felt his large hand engulf her sex; his fingers touched her with an electric touch.

His finger grew moist from her thong, the thin, silky material wet. She enjoyed this as much as Michael enjoyed her. He slipped the thong off her without much fanfare to slide it down her legs. She pushed it off her ankles, her hips swayed provocatively as she shifted her feet. He stood behind her to push against her naked body. “Spread your legs for me, Kristen, so I can play with your lovely, wet pussy.”

She did it without thought, her legs parted to give Michael unfettered access to her pussy, her body trembled in anticipation for when he would touch her naked pussy. She stood there naked, her legs spread, still perched high on her heels. His cock settled back on her ass cheeks again, Kristen wondered when he would take it out and she could feel the hard, hot flesh of his cock on her naked flesh. “OOOOHHHH GGGGODDDDD!” His hand returned to her pussy, his fingers found her hot and wet and he cupped her sex with one fat finger that found her slit and pushed inside the moist flesh. She almost came as she struggled to contain her lust. She wanted so badly for him to put his cock inside her or, at least, his finger. She moved her lower body, unable to stop her urges as she ground her pussy on his hand and finger. Each time she moved back, she could feel the pleasure of his throbbing cock on her naked ass, but nothing could compare to the finger that split her open.

Her pussy lips engulfed his finger in a hot blanket of flesh when he found her insides hot and wet. Her hips began to move as she gently fucked his finger, so Michael held his hand still as she masturbated on him. Yes, she was ready, ready for anything, and he would test her resolve. He let her masturbate herself for a few minutes.

Kristen was so engulfed in her own pleasure. Michael’s hand and fingers felt so good, an orgasm close as she humped his hand like a dog in heat. She suddenly found herself empty, Michael pulled away his hand, Kristen frustrated that she was so close.

Michael took his hand away from her pussy and stepped back away from her ass. He pushed down on her back. “Bend over and push that lovely ass up into the air.” He pushed harder onto her back until she obeyed and bent down until her naked tits brushed against her keyboard. “Yes, like that. Now, spread your legs wider. Real wide for me, Kristen.”

She never felt so open and exposed before as Michael bent her to his will until Kristen reluctantly spread her legs wider. She could feel Michael’s eyes on her as she spread her legs and felt the cool air of the room blow between her cheeks as they parted. No one had ever seen her this way; sure that Michael had an obscene view of her from behind. He even stepped back farther as Kristen grew ashamed as she posed for him.

Kristen looked so desirable, naked, bent over, her ass thrust out, her cheeks parted, her pink pussy spread open, wet and inviting from behind. But his gaze was between her cheeks, the tiny, wrinkled anus that was hidden from his view was now fully exposed in the bright lights of the room. But Michael wanted to test Kristen farther. “Reach back and pull your cheeks open wider.” Will she do it? He waited patiently. “Now!” His voice was emphatic for her obedience.

He looked at her ass, more to the point, her anus. And then, she heard his next command, her hands trembled as they moved behind her as he voiced his disapproval with a louder voice. She gripped her cheeks and felt the dampness of her sweat on her crack as her fingers gripped the flesh tight. She pulled open until she felt the strain around her anus and she knew that he could see inside her; her tiny hole went into tremors as her fingers pulled the hole open. She felt her juices run down her thighs, ashamed at being so aroused when she performed this obscene act.

Michael wet his finger. “Hold still and don’t move.” One hand slid down onto her cheek, the wet finger on his other hand slid down her crack until he touched her anus. He pressed down on the tiny hole.

“HHHSSS,” her breath hissed between her teeth as she felt the unmistakable touch of a wet finger on her anus. She could barely keep her cheeks open, wanting to run away and hide. Kristen could feel the blood pound in his fingertip as the pressure increased. Will he stop? Or will he enter me with his finger? Kristen never had anything up her backside; she never even contemplated such a despicable act. And now, she kept herself open for a finger that was about to breach her anus. She moved forward and bumped into the table that stopped her from escaping as the finger slid through her anal ring. She felt an unpleasant sensation when her anal ring was forced too wide, the finger barely slippery as it slid inside her. She struggled to accept the burning pain, the finger moved from side to side to press against her restraining muscles. “Nnnnnooo,” she begged, but she knew it would do no good, the finger continued to plunge inside her, to twist and turn as it dug into her rectum. It felt so strange to be entered in such a place; Kristen sweated and a chill ran through body all at the same time. Why would he want to stick his finger in such a place?

“Such a hot, tight ass hole, Kristen. Such pleasure you bring to my finger.” Michael pushed hard to enter her; her virgin hole fought his insistent finger but finally won out and pierced her. She tried to escape, but Michael’s hand followed her every movement as it went in deeper until he had his finger in her ass hole up to the knuckle, the tip of his finger pressed hard against the muscles in her rectum that tried to force his finger out. “Are you a virgin in your ass, Kristen?” Michael knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Kristen.

“YES!” She answered quickly, though it was difficult to talk with a fat finger stuck up her ass. She couldn’t control the muscles in her ass hole, the finger disconcerting as it twisted and turned inside her to touch her in places that should never be touched from the outside. It would have been terrible to suffer such a probing if it weren’t for the abundant river of juices that ran down her thighs. She got off on the domination Michael had over her as he forced her to do unspeakable acts. Just like in her fantasies.

“Grip my finger with your ass hole. Show me how much you enjoy it.” He waited, surprised that she responded so quickly. He could barely move his finger when her muscles gripped the fingertip. She released his finger. “Again.” She obeyed; this time, she gripped it for long minutes before she relented and released his finger. He moved his finger inside her, but she again clenched onto his finger so tight that it stopped it from moving, her muscles too strong. “Your ass hole will bring my cock such pleasure.”

Would he do such a thing? Sodomize me? The finger was big enough, positive that his big cock would split her open. She relaxed her ass hole and let Michael have his way with his finger in hopes that she’d please him with that, not his cock. The finger moved in deeper, but Kristen didn’t even protest, even when it entered her colon, pushing hard on the side of the soft passage until she felt the pain in her stomach. But she didn’t do anything to stop him.

Michael pulled his finger out of her ass hole and watched the tiny hole go into a series of spasm as if it missed the finger. She relaxed her ass cheeks. He slapped her ass and that made Kristen jump but she didn’t move away. His hand ran over her cheek, the skin a light pink from where he struck her. Another slap on her other cheek resulted in a cry of pain muffled by her tightly clenched lips. He looked at her pussy; her juices glistened on her thighs. In spite of her protests, she enjoyed this.

Her cheeks stung from the spanking, but it did more to excite her, Kristen unable to understand why the pain on her ass cheeks made her hotter. Michael left her, and Kristen heard the rustle of Michael as he took off his clothes. She turned to look at him.

“Don’t turn around. Keep your back to me.” He wanted her to experience his cock, not see it yet.

She couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her. She waited impatiently, naked, her legs spread, her ass thrust out behind her, unable to see him, only able to imagine what it would feel like when he took her.

Michael looked at Kristen as he undressed; her pussy peeked out from behind so enticing as it glistened with her juices. He sat down to take off his shoes and socks, and then, he stood up to take off his shirt and pants until his cock jutted out the front of his shorts. He slid his shorts down and his hand stroked his cock as he looked at her again. He needed relief soon.

She felt it push against her, the hot flesh of Michael’s cock. It jerked and shuddered when it touched her ass cheeks; Michael’s hands touched her flanks as Kristen pushed back her ass in anticipation. God, did it feel good when he ran it from the bottom of her pussy, the thick head pushed apart her cheeks to slide over her anus as he held her cheeks apart. He had asked if she was an anal virgin. Would he do such a thing to me? Her body braced for the unexpected.

Michael pushed the head of his cock against her pussy, and he held her hips as he readied himself. He eased his hips forward to feel her pussy accept the head of his cock, the soft flesh folded over his cock as he entered her. She shuffled her feet wider to try to accommodate him. He pushed down on the small of her back until her ass rose up higher; Michael pressed forward with his hips as the head of his cock was slowly swallowed up by her wet, tight hole. He grunted as her pussy encased his cock in a hot blanket of flesh, the tight hole wrapped strongly just beneath the head. He heard her moan as he felt her muscles caress his cockhead.

It spread her open, the head of his cock bigger than she expected. Michael pushed in, his hands on her hips held her bent over submissively as he speared her with his cock. It spread her open from within as Michael pressed forward, her insides forced wide by the thick head that pushed in. It hurt and felt good, all at the same time. She couldn’t wait to get the thick cock all the way inside her to fill her as she’d never been filled before. Her hips began to rock from side to side to counterbalance Michael’s thrusts inside her.

Half of his cock was inside her. Michael drew it out slowly until only the head was inside her. She tightened her muscles on the head of his cock, and she was rewarded when it jerked back in pleasure. “Aaaaahh,” his cock pushed in harder to make her take half of it again, farther in, another inch thrust in, and then, he quickly withdrew. He didn’t wait this time as he thrust back in; his hands held her hips as he forced her to take almost three-quarters of his cock inside her. He pulled out as her pussy clung to the shaft as it withdrew; her soft passage relaxed as she took the next powerful thrust. Michael held her ass up higher to take the thrust.

She was so hot and tight, Michael grunted each time he shoved in, his cock fought for every inch as he thrust in. It would have been almost impossible if she wasn’t so wet; her juices clung to his shaft to lubricate it. She massaged his cock with her insides, her hips rotated as he pulled out, her pussy felt like a vice on the head of his cock as she gripped him so hard. He shoved in; his hips leveraged all his power, the head of his cock pushed aside all resistance as he buried three-quarters of his cock inside her to bang hard against her cervix with the head of his cock. She grunted in pain, but he didn’t even give her time; he already drew back out and thrust back in. He began to fuck her, his hips moved back and forth; his cock plunged in and out of her pussy.

She never felt a cock this big before, her other lover wasn’t as well endowed. He fucked her hard now; Kristen took every stroke of his cock with pleasure. He’d dropped down on her back and ass so his hands could reach underneath her to cup her sex and his fingers could find her clit. He pinched her clit and drove her ass up to impale her pussy on his rigid cock. That was all she needed, her body was already on the edge and Michael’s domination of her naked body brought her so close. When his cock plowed in and out of her and his fingers plucked at her clit to pinch and caress the hardened bud, the orgasm overcame her without warning.

He could feel her cum as her pussy gripped his cock when the tremors ran through her body. Her hips danced, her insides caressed his cock with such vigor that it was difficult not to cum with her. But he wanted to wait. His cock plunged in and out as he fought his own impending orgasm while he helped her through hers.

It rushed to her head as her head spun, the juices flowed so much that she came like a man. She fucked back on his cock to squeeze and caress his cock as he continued to ram in and out of her while she came. “GGGGODDDDD, cum with me,” she yelled out, wanting to feel his cum inside her. Michael continued to fuck her, but his cock stayed hard in spite of all Kristen could do. She let her orgasm wash over her, forgetting Michael’s, but she enjoyed her own pleasure.

Her body finally began to slump down, exhausted from cumming, his cock covered with her abundant juices. A coat of sweat covered her back and ass; Michael slowed down his fucking, his cock still rigid. His balls ached, needing to cum a long time ago, but Michael fought to prevent it. He pulled his cock out of her and turned her around. Her body was limp, her muscles exhausted. He pushed her down to her knees, Kristen unable to do anything but comply. He put his hand under her chin until she looked up at him.

When he pulled out, Kristen felt her juices run down her thighs. Michael still didn’t cum; Kristen wondered what she did wrong. He turned her around, Kristen’s muscles feeling like mush. He pushed her to her knees, his hand under her chin lifted up her head. She now understood as she came face to face with his shiny, wet cock. He wanted her mouth. She had only sucked a cock once, but she spit it out when her boyfriend came and he sprayed his cum in her hand. She had done most of the work; her boyfriend lay back and enjoyed what she did. She knew with Michael it wouldn’t be like that. He would take her; Kristen had no say in what or how he did it. And she was sure he would cum in her mouth.

Michael enjoyed the look on her face when she came face to face with his demanding cock. One hand was under her chin, the other hand rubbed the wet head of his cock on her face. It left a trail of wetness behind as it moved to her lips, a coat of her own cum lipstick made them glisten in the light. Her lips were held tight as if she could stop him from having his way. “Open your mouth.” She was hesitant. He pinched her nostrils closed and waited. It didn’t take long before her lips began to part, her mouth the only way to breathe. “Next time do as I tell you!” He took the head of his cock and ran it around the inside of her lips as he enjoyed her hot breath blow on the head of his cock.

She could already taste him, just a small amount of cum flooded the inside of her mouth with the salty taste. He pinched her nostrils when she refused to open her mouth. Kristen held out for as long as she could before her lungs began to burn. She had no choice, her lips parted, and Michael took immediate advantage to slip the head of his cock inside her mouth. Her lips curled back over the head of his cock as he began to slip it inside her mouth. She’d learned that refusal to his demands would do no good.

“Keep your lips nice and tight around my shaft.” Michael began to fuck her mouth; his hands went to the sides of her head to hold her tight while his cock began the rhythmic fucking. Her hands went up to his legs to hold on tightly but she did nothing to stop him. She’d learned well. He was surprised that her tongue began to bathe his cock as it plunged in and out without telling her. He wouldn’t last much longer, his balls ached so bad to release the pent-up cum. He pulled his cock out until only the head of his cock was in her mouth. “Open your mouth wide.”

She didn’t fully understand what he wanted, but she complied, her mouth in a big oval. Michael began to pump his hand up and down his cock.

“Stick out your tongue and keep it out. No matter what.” He began to masturbate his cock into her open mouth, her tongue out; Michael ran the head of his cock over her tongue as he rubbed the shaft. It took only seconds, her innocent face with her mouth open; his cock just inside waited for him to shoot his cum into her mouth was just too much to hold back his orgasm. He pumped harder, his breathing ragged.

She understood now; he wanted to see himself cum in her mouth. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but the first powerful blast of ropey cum that shot out the head of his cock into her unsuspecting mouth took her by surprise. Her hands clutched tightly onto his naked legs as it felt like a fire hose spray in her mouth to shoot to the back of her mouth. Kristen had to fight not to choke as her mouth was filled with a hot, thick fluid. Michael cried out in pleasure; his hand still pumped up and down his cock. Kristen did it to please him, cum and spit already dribbled down her chin. She swallowed the thick crème, able to feel it slowly slide down inside her. She struggled not to gag and gulped to get the thick crème down before another load of cum shot out.

Michael watched her throat move, and he knew she’d swallowed his cum. Her tongue was covered in a thin coat of white cum while his hand pumped until another load of cum shot out his cock into her waiting mouth. His body was in the throes of ecstasy; his balls tingled as he came in her mouth. Not as powerful as the first, it shot out onto her tongue; Kristen held it out submissively as he bathed it with a thick coat of hot cum. He continued to pump his cock until a third and final load shot out; this time, Michael shot it on her face, Kristen closed her mouth as she swallowed his second load, the third load of cum ran slowly down her cheek, the thick, milky paste coated her soft skin.

After he came on her face, he wasn’t finished. He pushed the wet head of his cock into her mouth until her tongue licked at it to bathe it clean of his cum. He finally pulled it out of her mouth but not before his fingers pushed the cum on her cheek into her mouth. Michael sat down in the chair naked. He watched Kristen as she slowly dressed, Kristen able to see his cock as it began to rise again already. She still wasn’t sure how she managed to bring such a response from Michael. He kissed her when she got ready to leave and took her hand and made her touch his cock.

“You better get out of here quick. It wants you again already.” He thought he felt her hesitate, but she finally left as the door closed behind her. Michael finally dressed, satisfied. So that is what sexual power was like. He was going to enjoy this. Very much.





Chapter: 5





Success Beyond His Imagination




They were all gathered around Kristen’s computer, her nimble fingers tapped away at the keys. Each time Michael saw her fingers move so quickly, it made his cock hard, just the thought of her doing the same thing to his cock. It was the first day of the sale of Zuma. The company name had been used for the product, market research confirmed that the name was easily remembered and understood. The viral marketing campaign was more popular than they could have fathomed. By the fifth email, it spread to the social networking sites. Mysterious videos of the sample products being used showed up; Michael worked overtime to get them produced and distributed to the right people. When the product was sent to the movers and shakers, the Internet news sites already reported on Zuma as if it were already being sold. Now in the store, the first sales were to be at midnight, two minutes from now, the group waited impatiently for the first sales numbers. Kristen was able to download sales in real time from the 300 largest retailers that were open for the “Midnight Madness” sale. The newspapers reported lines formed up to a day before to further fuel the buying frenzy.

“Is there enough products for sale?” Brandon was nervous, things had gone too smoothly, though the group managed to put out fires with such ferocity that even he was impressed.

“No,” Michael pitched in. “The way I figure it, we only have enough supply to meet 50% of the demand today. It should work like a charm. Shortages will only inflame the frenzy even more as people rush out to buy it to make sure they have it before it sells out. Alexis has it figured out by the week to always have a supply short by 50%, the number would decline the closer it gets to Christmas. By the time Santa Claus comes down the chimney, everyone that wants a Zuma could find it in the story, each person counted themselves lucky to get it.”

“The ads looked great, Michael.” Alexis chimed in. “They looked so amateurish that they were professional. Everyone thinks this is a product that was marketed on a shoestring budget. They’ll never even think about it once we saturate the marketplace.” The agencies would do well; their cut of the ads would generate millions in revenue.

The large screen on the wall began to light up; the numbers began to scroll faster and faster, numbers now with a comma, then another comma as they increased at a greater rate with each minute. The group began to cheer when the grand total reached one million. One million sold in less than fifteen minutes. It was unheard of, not even the iPod had done such a thing.

“Congratulations, everyone,” Michael shook hands with each of them but didn’t fail to hug the women. Alexis was next to last. “Thanks, Alexis. You outdid yourself on this one. I owe you a lot.” He hugged her close to feel her breasts push up against his chest as his hand moved around behind her to touch the small of her back and pull her tight. He kissed her neck softly; his heartbeat was a mile a minute. She still made his heart race with excitement.

Alexis felt the unmistakable bulge of Michael’s cock against her, though she’d grown used to it over time. She felt comfortable pressed against him, but that was all. Comfortable. Besides, he had Kristen. Though she didn’t give details, Kristen did confide in Alexis that Michael and she had sex. That is exactly how she put it. Sex, not made love. Alexis pulled back from him, though he was still pressed against her. “Yes, you do. But this is your success as well as mine. We make a good team.”

Michael whispered into her ear. “Then, why don’t we go back to my condo and celebrate.” He rubbed his cock against her to leave nothing to the imagination of what he wanted.

“Michael, I’ll give you everything I’ve got.” She paused, almost able to make out the excitement in his face and feel it in his cock as he rubbed against her pussy. “But! Only at work.” She pulled away from him but not before secretly she let her hand slid down to caress his cock. “Kristen, can take care of this.” She squeezed his cock then pulled her hand away.

“Thanks, everyone, for making this such a success,” Michael said to everyone. “Now, go home and relax. It’s out of our hands now. Take a couple of days off to wind down, and Monday morning we’ll have a final debriefing with the company executives.”

Alexis would be glad to get five days off, the hectic schedule left her little time for a social life. But she had plans this week; a friend would come to see her. It had been a while, but her sex life was about to get a lot better this weekend.

Michael still remembered the touch of her hand on his cock fondly. It was the only time she had ever touched him. Everyone started to leave, Kristen finally shut down her computer. Only Brandon was left. He took Kristen in his arms and turned her until she faced him. “And a special thanks to you.” He kissed her and pulled her tight body against him.

Kristen was surprised by Michael. He pulled her to him and kissed her while Brandon was still here. No one knew of their sexual encounter, except for maybe Alexis, but she wouldn’t tell. In fact, she was the one that had instigated that conversation at Kristen’s urging. She yielded to Michael’s powerful kiss as his tongue snaked into her mouth and Kristen responded to his passion. She felt his cock push into her, and she knew she would take care of it tonight. Her hand slid down to feel the hard cock that she learned to enjoy, Kristen met with Michael on two other occasions since that first night. Michael took to his new role as he dominated her more and more with each encounter. Kristen felt a sense of accomplishment, her submission to him taught him so much and encouraged him more and more. He even exceeded her expectations, each encounter Michael surprised her.

Michael openly fondled Kristen’s tit as he squeezing it tight while her hand rubbed his cock. She kissed him back passionately; Michael finally broke the kiss and felt Kristen’s heart pound beneath his groping hand. “Let’s go.”

Kristen looked up at him. “Where are we going?”

“To my place so we can celebrate.” He looked at her as Brandon came into the room.

“Ready to go?” Brandon said to Michael and then looked at Kristen, his cock hard from watching their passionate embrace.

Kristen looked at Michael then back to Brandon. She could see the bulge in his pants.

“Yes,” Michael responded to Brandon. “Kristen is coming with us.” He looked down at her. “Aren’t you?”

She had no choice, even if she wanted one. Michael learned his position in life; Kristen now found herself the student, not the teacher. She’d never been with two men at once, but that wasn’t going to stop Michael. She felt a sudden surge of wetness between her legs. Michael and Brandon would teach her something new tonight, Kristen excited to learn. “Whatever you want, Michael. Whatever you want.” She picked up her coat, the cold air outside not the only thing that gave her a chill. She felt a tremor of fear inside herself, but it was overpowered by pleasure.

* * * *

Their roommates were out of town for the week, Brandon and Michael would have the place to themselves. Michael planned this for days before he finally told Brandon of his plan and found him enthusiastic. After all, Kristen did have a lovely body and the thought of the two of them taking her at once had more than perked his imagination.

Michael held the door open for Kristen and watched the gentle swing of her ass as she moved into the living room. The curtains were open to the skyline, the bright lights of the city made it look more like 2 p.m. than 2 a.m. “Let me take your coat.” Michael took her coat as she took it off, his cock hardened as her breasts thrust out when she slipped the coat off. Brandon moved closer to them.

They weren’t going to give her time to contemplate what she was getting into; Brandon stood in front of her, his hand slid around her waist to draw her against him. She opened her mouth as he kissed her as his tongue slipped inside her mouth and found her tongue as both of their tongues danced over each other’s. When their lips met; a strange tingle of electricity ran over her wet lips as they touched. She’d never kissed Brandon before, but it almost felt comfortable as if she had done it for years. Her body pressed against him, and she found his erection hard and demanding when it pressed against her pussy. She forgot about Michael until she felt his unmistakable presence behind her, another hard cock pushed against her; this time, it rubbed against her ass. A million thoughts raced through her mind. Will they take me one at a time or both at the same time? Where would they put their cocks? My pussy, my mouth or the unthinkable, my ass? That sudden thought of a large cock entering between her ass cheeks sent fear through her body, at the same time another cock in her pussy, while the twin shafts slid in and out, side by side. She felt two sets of hands on her body, Kristen unable to distinguish who they belonged to. All of them ran unashamedly over her body.

Although Brandon was a foot taller than Kristen, her body seemed to mold into his; his hips rocked from side to side, to enjoy the feel of her body slide over his rigid cock. Her body pushed against his; Michael joined them. Kristen’s little five-foot body was trapped by two six-foot men. Brandon continued to kiss her, his other hand slid up to cup one of her full breasts. His fingers sought out a nipple, two fingers pinched the hard bud that pushed out the front of her blouse.

Hands ran indiscriminately over her body, her nipple pinched by a powerful hand, Kristen not sure whose hand it was. And she really didn’t care; her nipple responded to the touch, in spite of the harshness or maybe because of it. Another set of hands were on her hips to make her dance on the cocks that were pushed against her front and back. Her pussy got wetter from the cock that pushed against it, her anus went into a series of spasms each time Michael’s hard cock managed to slip between her cheeks; Kristen fought to keep her cheeks relaxed, Michael always demanded her surrender.

Brandon was the first to pull back from Kristen, her lips wet with his saliva, her nipples were hard and pointed on the front of her blouse, the material wrinkled where his hand had openly fondled her. Michael held her ass against him, his hands made her hips move from side to side in masturbatory pleasure. Brandon’s hands went to the front of her blouse, and Kristen looked at him as he began to unbutton her blouse. She looked at the open curtain, all of the windows of the nearby skyscrapers able to see inside their brightly lit condo. “We’re going to pleasure the voyeurs that are up this late at night, Kristen. They’ll be able to see your lovely naked body being violated by two men at once.” Brandon pulled her blouse from her skirt to push it aside. Michael’s hands left her hips and slid up to cup her tits from beneath to offer them up to Brandon.

They were going to let others watch her being taken; Kristen knew that many gazed out their windows at night, seeking out the open windows and bright lights with their powerful telescopes and cameras. There were always voyeurs and exhibitionist looking for each other any night of the week. She felt Michael’s familiar hands cup her breasts, her nipples hard as rocks in anticipation of his touch on her naked flesh. He always lavished much attention on her breasts as he enjoyed her large breasts. His touch was both gentle and harsh until Kristen could barely distinguish between them or cared. It all felt good.

Kristen filled out her lacey bra, an abundant amount of naked cleavage revealed to Brandon eyes, Michael’s hands clenched on her breasts to push them up high. Brandon’s hands went to the side of her skirt to carefully undo the button and slide the zipper down with ease. He kneeled down in front of her as he pulled the short skirt down her legs, his eyes level with the lovely pussy that was slowly revealed to him. She wore a black thong, pulled tightly over her vulva to reveal the gentle split of her lips. The pronounced wet spot that stained the front of the thong was testament to her arousal. He lifted her feet, one at a time, his eyes glued to her pussy as she stepped out of the skirt. His hands went to her hips and then slid back farther making his cock jump when he felt the naked flesh of her ass cheeks, her muscles grew taut when his fingers explored the lovely globes of her ass.

She was half naked, down to her bra and panties, her tits and ass being fondled openly. And she was dripping wet. She could feel Brandon’s breath on the front of her panties, wishing he would blow on her naked pussy instead. Michael’s hands went to the back of her bra as his expert fingers undid her bra with the ease of many conquests. His hands slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He released the bra and the flimsy garment fell onto Brandon’s head.

Brandon looked up just in time to see the bra fall on his face. “I love clothes falling on me. That means a lovely female is getting naked for me.” Brandon laughed as he got up and bent over so one hand could cup her generous tit as his mouth moved down until he was only an inch from a hard nipple. What lovely tits, small areolas, but large nipples that begged to be sucked. And bitten from what Michael said. Michael told him that she didn’t mind a bit of roughness. And she has a desire to be taken forcefully. They would both accommodate her pleasures tonight. All while she accommodated their perverse pleasures.

The bra that slid over her naked breasts only inflamed her lust; the material rubbed her nipples as it passed over them. Brandon stood up, his head bent down; Kristen felt his hot breath blow on her hardened nipple. She braced herself for the first touch, not disappointed when his wet mouth gripped her nipple tightly to suck it deep into his mouth until his teeth tightened on the nipple just beneath the areola and trapped it as his tongue began to snap back and forth over it. The thrill raced from her nipple through her breast to her brain as Kristen arched her back to try to feed more of her tit into his hot, demanding mouth.

Michael knelt down behind her as Brandon sucked her tit. He placed tiny, soft kisses on her ass cheeks. He felt her begin to tighten her cheeks. He slapped her ass hard. Her cheeks instantly relaxed, Kristen learned quickly to obey. He went back to kissing her ass cheeks as his tongue caressed her naked cheeks to leave them wet with his saliva. His tongue licked in her crack and felt Kristen struggle to stay open for him in spite of the perverse pleasure of his tongue in such a place. His hands slid to her waist to draw the thong down over her bush and pull the band from between her cheeks and slide the thong down her legs. He pulled it off her feet, Kristen now naked except for a pair of high heels. His hands went between her legs and slid up past her knees, between her thighs to urge them out on the silky flesh until she shuffled her legs wider for his oral assault.

Brandon bit her nipple as his other hand lightly caressed the other nipple, her body confused by the conflicting touch. And now, Michael joined in when she felt his hot breath on her naked ass, his kisses on her ass cheeks shamed her. She tried to clench her cheeks, but he spanked her ass until Kristen obeyed without question in spite of her reservations. She was afraid of taking a cock up her ass. First, there would be a kiss then a finger; finally, he would force a cock up her backside, in spite of the pain it would inflict on her. She didn’t know if she could take it. His tongue wet her ass cheeks as Kristen fought the urge to clench her cheeks when his tongue slid up and down her crack. At least she still had on her thong, but Michael soon made short work of that to slide it down over her hips; Kristen felt it pull from her pussy lips and ass cheeks. He pushed it down and made her lift her legs while he stripped it from her body. His hands slid between her thighs until she spread her legs for him. She braced herself for the return of his tongue.

Michael stood up suddenly. “I think Kristen needs to get more comfortable.” Brandon stood out of the way while Michael led Kristen over to the modern reclining bench. He pushed her down until she sat on it, a whoosh from her lips as her warm ass hit the cold leather. “Lay back and I’ll take good care of you.” She lay back as Michael took off her heels. Michael stood up and took off his clothes as Brandon did the same.

Kristen never took her eyes off the two men as they stripped naked. Her tongue came out by instinct to lick her lips as they both freed their hard cocks. Brandon’s cock rivaled Michael’s in length, though not as thick. She’d soon feel both of them inside her. Now that they were all naked, it would begin as Kristen’s mind tried to fathom how she’d take on the two lovers inside her at once.

Michael spread her legs and bent them back and out until her pussy flowered open. She was wet and her pussy lips glistened as they pulled back from the obscene spread of her legs. He stroked his cock with one hand while the other held her legs open. Brandon helped him when he pulled her legs back until they were almost over her head until her ass rose up and her tiny anus was open and available in addition to her slick pussy.

Four hands spread her naked body open, and her legs ached as they pulled them over her head. She felt the cold air blow on her heated pussy, and she felt her ass hole throb. She felt the chill of the eyes that peeked at her through the telescopes that she was sure invaded her intimate privacy. “AAAAAHHH.” She cried out in pleasure. She should have expected it, but it caught her by surprise. Michael’s tongue snaked along her slit as his fingers pulled back her pussy lips when his tongue lapped at the soft inner folds of her pussy to lick her juices that flowed freely. Hands held her tight as Michael began to eat her pussy and suck on her puffy pussy lips while his tongue raced up and down her slit. He teased so close to her clit until Kristen felt the swollen bud throb in sync with her heartbeat, eager to feel the pleasure of his mouth and tongue on her pleasure button. Fingers kept her ass cheeks spread apart, the thought always in the back of her mind that his tongue might explore her backside and that there was nothing Kristen could do to stop him from that perverse task. All she could do now was lay back and enjoy the pleasure of Michael’s expert cunninglus.

Kristen was lost in the world of Michael’s tongue while Brandon kept her legs up and spread wide. Her head was thrown back in pleasure as tiny mewing sounds emanated from her slightly spread lips to entice Brandon. “Hold your legs, Kristen.” She was so caught up in her pleasure that she accommodated him without thought, her arms linked behind her knees to draw them up. He made her push them down a bit; he had more plans for her. He kneeled next to her head as one hand fisted his cock; the other gently pulled her head to the side.

She felt Brandon next to her, but she didn’t think anything about it, Michael brought too much pleasure for her to interfere. She felt Brandon’s hand on her head turn her sideways as Kristen came face to face with Brandon’s cock, only inches from her mouth. She couldn’t do anything as Brandon stuck a finger in the corner of her mouth to force her to open her lips. She felt the hot, rubbery flesh of the head of his cock on her lips, and it felt like it burned her silky flesh. She had no choice but to open her mouth wider as she came face to face with the steely hardness of his prick. “AAAAGGHHH.” She cried out in shock. Michael’s tongue had slid down, farther than before. It slid over her perineum and attacked her ass hole with a suddenness that shocked her. It felt like a tiny cock beat at her backside, the wet tongue tried to force entry inside her anus. It was too slippery for her to stop it from advancing, and she found her anal ring forced open by the slippery tongue to press inside her rectum like a snake. It took her mind off of Brandon for too long; Kristen found her mouth breached by his cock. She felt her lips split as the thick head of his cock sought entrance to the insides of her hot mouth. Michael had taken her mouth before but always when he forced her to take his cum in her mouth and swallow it. But he’d never fucked her mouth; sure that was what Brandon had in mind. His hands held her head tight to make sure that she didn’t move away. Now, the two of them began to work on her; a tongue wiggled salaciously in and out her rectum and a thick cock began to fuck in and out of her lips as Brandon forced her to tighten her lips on the shaft as it slid in and out to give him the pleasure he wanted.

Michael enjoyed the tart taste of her ass hole, but he loved the delightful clenching of her muscles more as his tongue dug deep into her rectum. Michael heard the muffled gasps of Kristen as he saw Brandon fuck her mouth. Brandon’s hands held her head submissively, so his giant cock could spear her lovely lips. He fed half of his cock inside her mouth, muffled gasps from her when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Michael couldn’t wait any longer as he kneeled up and fisted his cock so he could rub the head up and down her slit to coat it with the luster of her juices. He pressed the head against her pussy and felt her tight muscles resist as he sought to fuck her. He pressed in, another gasp from Kristen’s lips as he buried half of his cock into her hot, wet hole and felt her swallow up his cock as he bore into her. He watched Brandon enjoy the action as he fucked his cock deeper into her mouth as she struggled to contain it in her mouth. It was impossible, her mouth too small, Brandon’s cock too long. It only had one place to go and that was down her throat.

Brandon timed his thrusts with Michael’s to feed more of his cock into Kristen’s mouth as he held her head tighter when she fought the sudden intrusion of his cock at the back of her mouth. He pressed deeper as Michael did; both of them pierced her with their cocks; Michael was deep inside her pussy while Brandon found the opening of her throat and breached it with a sudden shove of his cock. Her body struggled, but the two of them were too strong for her. Kristen’s eyes opened wide as she pleaded with Brandon, but he cared little except the desire to feed his cock into her tight, clenching throat.

She never had a cock down her throat, but she knew that it didn’t matter to Brandon. His cock was hard and demanding, his hands held her head submissively, Kristen unable to do anything but accept the hot flesh of his cock in her mouth and down her throat. Now, she had Michael to contend with. He moved between her legs and took her with a swiftness that took her breath away, if she could breathe. She found her wet pussy suddenly filled with the thick shaft of Michael’s cock. It only took four strokes until he was all the way in, Kristen’s naked body bent in two and a perfect target for his cock. They began to fuck her, both of them slowly drew out their cocks; Kristen’s tongue and pussy gripped the hot flesh as it pulled out. And then, they thrust back in powerfully, her mouth and pussy went from empty to full in seconds. She never felt so full; two men took her breath away with their cocks. They got into a rhythm as they thrust in and out; their hands held Kristen as their cocks tore into her body. And she loved it.

Michael and Brandon couldn’t hold out long, the pleasure of Kristen’s mouth and pussy too delectable to resist. They pounded into her; Kristen’s small, naked body bounced on the bench from their thrusts, her muffled cries of pleasure slipped out from around the cock that split her lips. Michael rotated his hips to drag his cock along the soft walls of her pussy as he fucked while his hand reached up to explore her clit. He pulled back her clit hood to expose her pleasure button, red and swollen in lust. He pinched it, far down to push the blood to the tip. His finger snapped over the sensitive top as her pussy gripped his cock so tight he couldn’t pull out.

“EEEGGG,” the thick head of his cock pushed into the tight opening of her throat and made her stomach turn as it was forced brutally into her throat. It burned as it slid in and Brandon tightened his hands on her head as he forced his cock into her throat. “AAHHHHH,” she gasped, the sudden shock of her clit being attacked by Michael’s fingers made her body shudder. She knew she wouldn’t last long, the men made her body respond to their ravishment. She never felt so much cock invade her body at one time. And the thought of the men or women that watched her be taken only inflamed her lust. Their thrusts inside her became more urgent; Kristen did as much as she could to satisfy the two men and grip their cocks with her body. Brandon was the first to pull his cock from her throat, Kristen tried to grab as much air as she could when she felt his cock swell in her mouth, and she knew that he was going to cum. She couldn’t do anything but accept it; his hips pushed his cock between her tightly clenched lips urgently as he came. The first load shot to the back of her throat as Kristen fought to keep from choking on it as it bathed her tongue with the hot, salty fluid. It was all that she needed, Michael’s fingers expertly played her body until an orgasm ripped through it as his cock plunged in and out of her pussy as she climaxed. Her pussy went into tremors to ripple up and down on his cock and extract the pleasure from him. He shoved in hard to bury his cock deep inside her, a second shudder raced through her body as she felt him cum inside her to bathe her insides with his hot juices. She swallowed when her mouth filled with cum, but Brandon continued to dump another load of cum into her mouth. Michael followed until Kristen swam in their juices as she came with them.

Brandon never took a woman in the mouth as he did with Kristen to use her as a receptacle for his lust as he shot his cum deep into her mouth until she swallowed repeatedly to keep up with his abundant sperm. He looked down at her face, her lips wrapped so tight around the shaft of his cock, her eyes closed as she came. It only incited his lust further, and he shot another load of cum to fill her mouth until she swallowed again.

Michael fucked her so hard that his cock banged hard against her cervix with each thrust, but that did little to deter her pleasure. Her pussy gripped his cock lovingly, her soft insides clenched on his shaft as he pulled out only to shoot back in and spew his cum into her hot pussy as he came. His balls slapped against her ass hard and ached from the powerful slap. But it did little to deter his lust as he finally shot a final load of cum into her body.

They got off of her slowly as cum dribbled down her chin, a torrent of cum dripped from her pussy when Michael pulled out. Her body ached, bent obscenely for too long, her muscles ached as she stretched her legs. She looked at Michael and Brandon, a look of satisfaction on their faces.

“Come on, Kristen. You can sleep between us tonight. I’m sure that you’ll find yourself welcoming a cock or two sometime during the night or morning.” Michael, Brandon and Kristen got into the large bed, Kristen in the middle, four hands held her as she fell into a deep slumber.

Michael woke up surprised, his cock hard as a hot mouth engulfed it to bring it back to hardness by the time he woke up. Kristen nibbled away at it; Michael had no idea how long she had been at it. By the time he was fully awake, she had mounted him to bounce up and down on his cock until she made him cum again, and Kristen joined in as she clenched her muscles on his cock. They both fell asleep when the clock read 4 A.M.

Brandon turned her limp body over onto her stomach as his hands spread her legs wide. He got on top of her as his hand pushed his cock between her thighs until he found her hot, wet pussy. He shoved in, a sleepy gasp came from her lips, but she barely moved as he impaled her. He rode her for a couple of minutes before she woke up. Brandon put her on her knees and pushed down on her back, her head submissively rested on the pillow to look back at him. He spread her legs wider and began to pound his rejuvenated cock inside her as his hands on her hips guided her movements as he fucked her. He pounded away inside her for twenty minutes while his hands played over her body until he inflamed her lust again and both of them came again. Brandon never realized that Kristen had fucked Michael an hour ago and had cum.

Kristen never felt as satisfied as she did when she finally left their condo. She had kneeled on the floor in front of them to suck each one off until they came on her face before she left, her stomach filled with their cum, not breakfast.





Chapter: 6





Three Years Later and a Partner




It had been a whirlwind three years, Michael’s successes followed one after another. Melissa Lassiter had no choice, she was afraid to lose her star player so she made Michael a partner in the firm at a banquet that rivaled none other. Brandon also moved up, though not as fast as Michael. He was a Senior Account Executive and took the place of Bill Jenkins.

Alexis was still an enigma to Michael. No matter what he did or how hard he tried, he couldn’t bed her down. His power at the firm translated to sexual power, able to have any woman he wanted, except for Alexis. He remembered that night of the banquet when Alexis congratulated him, one of the few times that Michael felt her body pressed up against his.

“How come we never hooked up, Alexis?” She had done well at the firm and became the Chief Information Officer. And Kristen was under her, the two of them inseparable, though not as much as Kristen was under Brandon.

Alexis brushed her hand along the front of his pants; she always looked to tease him as she felt his cock swell from just the briefest touch of her hand. “It’s never going to happen, Michael. No matter how much power you have.” She left him speechless, a difficult feat for Michael. She swayed her hips exaggeratedly as she walked away, though she rarely flaunted her sexuality, but with Michael, it was a special occasion.

* * * *

Michael had worked late due to an important client coming in the next week for their yearly review, one of the largest accounts in the firm. He went to the dining room to have dinner with Melissa Lassiter, their relationship strictly business now, though Michael still remembered their night together in detail. The building was almost empty, only the truly dedicated were left. After dinner, he went back to his office and sat down at his desk as he stared at the floor to ceiling windows that covered the outside walls of the corner office. The lights of the city shone bright. It grew cold again, snow would fall soon enough. Michael got used to it now and didn’t miss L.A. any longer. He found the Hamptons in the summer were much better than Venice Beach. He thought about buying a place there next year after he’d bought his own condo in the city; Brandon bought in the same building, but a few floors down, but Michael took the penthouse. Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer paid well, in excess of a million dollars a year, though Michael brought in that much business one hundred fold. He swiveled around to take one last look at the final review when he spied it on the corner of his desk, propped up against the lamp.

Michael picked up the light brown envelope, the paper almost felt like parchment. He looked around to see who put it there, but the floor was empty as far as he could see. He smelled it and the distinctive perfume fanned his interest. He opened the envelope, a blank front on the card. He opened the card, and on the inside the words were written with a pen in a bold script, definitely the hand of a female. It was short.

“I’ve been a naughty girl.”

No signature, nothing else. He took another sniff of the fragrance and tried to match it to anyone he knew, but no one came to mind. His hand went to his pants, his cock hardened as his mind raced with this provocative message and what the sender tried to tell him.

For the next week, Michael took particular interest in every female he ran into. He first inhaled deeply to try to catch the familiar scent that was etched in his brain in spite of the fact that it was almost gone from the card. There were so many women that perked his interest, short skirts, high heels and long legs continually passed in front of him. He looked for someone special, sure that he’d know her when he saw her, a woman that wanted to be naughty with Michael. His mind conjured up multiple scenarios of her being naughty. Every woman that dressed provocatively caught his attention.

He was sure that it was her. She was an intern from Germany, though she was Polish. Monika, even her name rolled off his tongue so sexily. He watched her for a few days from his office. Monika worked in the bull pen with the other interns. She wore a black skirt today that clung to her perfect ass, cut short so her long legs teased him as they slid under the skirt to hide where they ended. She’d taken off her jacket, the white silk blouse clung to her breasts, Michael’s cock hardened as he watched her stretch, her back arched, her full breasts stuck almost straight up into the air. But what excited him most was her mouth, full lips that drove his imagination.

He saw her get up, lunch time. He followed her into the cafeteria, not the dining room that Michael usually ate in. He got into the line behind her so he could inhale her perfume, his mind no longer sure what the scent was, but he was positive that he’d know it if he smelled it again. She was by herself as the line moved slowly.

“Monika, isn’t it?” He broke the ice as Monika turned to face him.

She knew exactly who he was. Not only was he a partner, but he was also one of the most handsome men in the company. She was surprised that he knew her name, flattered that someone of his stature would know an intern. “Yes, Mr. Hauser.” She felt her legs wobble.

“How do you like working at the company?” Even Michael was a bit nervous, not sure how to proceed.

“I love it. It’s such an opportunity to work for a company that has the brightest and most creative minds in advertising, especially you, sir.” Monika was so nervous, not sure why he even talked to her.

“Thank you for the compliment.” The line started moving along as Michael grabbed a cup of coffee, and Monika got her lunch. They moved down, almost to the cash register. It was now or never. “Are you a naughty girl, Monika?” He held his breath and waited for a response.

“Niegrzeczna?” Monika was unprepared so the words came out in Polish. Michael looked at her, not understanding. “Naughty?” This time she said it in English.

Michael tried to hold his composure, but he failed to see the recognition in her eyes, though he did see a glint of excitement.

“I could if you’d like.” She smiled at him, her pussy got wet at the thought of being naughty for him.

They moved through the cash register and Michael paid for Monika’s lunch. He excused himself as gracefully as possible but saw a hint of disappointment in Monika’s eyes. She would’ve been fun, but that wasn’t what he looked for. He wanted to meet the mystery woman that aroused him so much.

The next week, he met at least ten women that he thought was her and another twenty that he didn’t. There was a wide range, from his secretary, Delyssa, which was a no. She was a graduate of Wellesley College, very staid and all business. Then, there was Lara de Chazal, her name even made Michael’s cock hard, a maybe. Criona was always coming into his office, one of Alexis’s staff that always answered Michael’s numerous questions. But she was a no, a very conservative dresser with skirts down to her knees and loose-fitting blouses. Michael looked twice at her, maybe three times and noticed that in spite of her longer skirts than most, she did have a lovely ass. And he thought he could notice the gentle sway of her breasts as she walked, but she was still a no.

Michael wasn’t sure if he should look for a new employee, one of the lovely recent graduates that would do anything to get ahead. Or would it be someone that had been here a long time and found that they seemed to get left behind and looked for some excitement?

* * * *

It was almost two weeks to the day when Michael walked into his office the first thing in the morning. He noticed it right away, the light brown envelope propped up against his lamp. He didn’t rush over to it, but instead, he took a deep breath as his cock grew hard when he inhaled the sweet perfume that became familiar again. It was her as his heart raced, but he still did not open it. He sat down in his chair to pick it up, his hand caressed it sensuously. He teased himself with it. He loved the growing pleasure he felt from his erection. Delyssa, his secretary, got off the elevator and took off her coat and hung it up. She got his coffee and brought it in to him.

“Good morning, Michael.” She handed him his coffee. “Anything you need?”

“Good morning, Delyssa. It’s a great day.” He took a sip of his coffee, the unopened envelope still in his hand.

She left him. He acted a bit strange today, cheerier than usual. He must have gotten laid, Delyssa thought to herself. She closed his door as she left.

Michael opened the envelope with such care to make sure that he didn’t tear it, almost as if he undressed her for the first time. It was the same blank card inside, folded neatly in half. Michael’s heart raced a mile a minute as he slowly opened the card to peer inside. The bold script stood out to him, excited, for the message now had two lines.

“I’ve been a naughty Girl.”

“I need to be punished.”

He noticed it right away. Girl was capitalized. Was there a particular reason she did that? And the new line set his cock to such hardness. She needed to be punished. There was only one reason she told Michael this. She wanted him to punish her. He had to find her. He had to punish her.

Michael could hardly work, the smell of her perfume from the card always drew him back to it so he could open it up, to re-read it so many times. He finally put it in his desk, a folder held the other one, now two of them in it.

Every two weeks, the days differed as if she was afraid that Michael would set a trap for her, a new card would appear on his desk mysteriously. It hadn’t changed since the second one and it always proclaimed her naughtiness and her desire to be punished. It had been six months now, Michael’s folder bulged with her cards, but Michael was no closer to finding her than when he got the first card. A new card would still excite Michael, but he grew desperate. Will she ever get enough nerve to face me?

She hid around the corner and watched Michael from far off as he opened her card. She had written twelve of them, ten more then she planned to. But she had lost her nerve. She’d planned to proclaim to him after the second one, but the reality of the situation was too extreme. She knew exactly what she’d do with Michael; she even bought all the necessary “toys” to try them out on herself as she masturbated late at night in her bed. She’d close her eyes and imagine that it was Michael that punished her, and she never failed to have an explosive orgasm. But she lost her nerve and hoped that after the next card she would regain it. She saw him put the card away, and she turned her back to him as she walked off, disappointed again that she didn’t have the nerve.

* * * *

One Year Later

Michael continue to receive the cards every two weeks or so, but the message never changed. He wasn’t any closer to finding his mystery woman. He’d examine every woman he met to try to determine if she was the one, but he never got as bold as he did with Monika, not wanting the disappointment again. Monika had left the company and went back to the university, yet the cards continued.

His sex life was excellent. Kristen was now exclusively with Brandon, but there was always a bevy of female employees that were flattered by his attention, none ever turned down an invitation to his bed except for Alexis. And there was the occasional night with Heather, though she flew more international now. But his thoughts always came back to the night with Melissa Lassiter when she tied him up and his thoughts would shift to punishing a naughty girl. What would it be like to have a girl completely under my power, not just mentally but physically overpower her? She’d be bound tight and sexually available to him in whatever manner he wanted. He’d extract not only pleasure from her but pain.

The phone call was unexpected. He had talked to her once or twice when she came to the city but always with Melissa Lassiter. Michael felt that this was different; her secretary called and said that she’d like Michael to join her for drinks at her hotel suite that night. What did Professor Cynthia Thompson have in mind?

* * * *

He took the elevator up to the penthouse, not surprised that she stayed there. His mind had conjured up millions of scenarios, all of them made his cock hard. He hoped that he wouldn’t be disappointed, but he still couldn’t put his finger on it. He was sure that Cynthia was similar to Melissa, both of them sexually dominant. Even Melissa had admitted to Michael months ago that they were no longer sexually compatible, Michael’s prominence in the company matched by his dominance in the bedroom. Michael was surprised that Melissa had known so much about his sexual conquests.

He hugged Cynthia as though they had been lovers and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She ushered him into the living room. Michael looked as surprised as Cynthia’s guest was. She sat on the couch and looked sexier than he had ever seen her. She didn’t wear the usual loose-fitting clothes, but a short skirt with her legs crossed sexily to expose how long her legs were. The silk blouse clung to her breasts as Michael enjoyed a lovely view through the almost transparent fabric, a lacey bra underneath did little to hide the generous cleavage.

Alexis wondered why the doorbell rang, but Cynthia brushed aside her comment and went to answer it. The voice sounded too familiar, but Alexis was still stunned when Michael entered the room, his eyes lustily gazed at her. What did Cynthia have in mind?

Alexis had met Cynthia at least five times in the last three years; Melissa Lassiter introduced them and she somehow knew that they would hit it off. Alexis remembered the first time as though it happened yesterday. The three of them had dinner, but Melissa took a phone call during dinner and then disappeared, something had come up that made her leave. Alexis barely realized she was gone as Cynthia mesmerized her. Dinner became drinks, and before Alexis knew it, she found herself in bed with a woman for the first time. Alexis had some experience with men, but she tended to devote too much to work, though it always gratified her that men like Michael were always after her. She never thought of herself as that attractive or sexy. She thought it was more that she turned them down that made her attractive, but it was the elusive catch that men wanted to conquer. It turned out that a female was the most successful in conquering her as Cynthia took her pleasure with Alexis. And take it she did, Alexis found herself dominated by Cynthia. The last time they were together, Alexis found her naked body tied down on the bed while Cynthia took her with a strap-on. Alexis had never come so hard in her life. She trembled in fear and longing when Cynthia said she would be in town again; Alexis afraid but excited by what was in store for her.

Michael’s presence was never in her mind. What does Cynthia have in store? Alexis knew she couldn’t deny Cynthia anything. She managed to stammer a few words. “Hello, Michael.”

Michael recovered quickly as his heart pounded and his heart raced. There sat a woman that he had desired for many years, yet Alexis always turned him down. She was dressed for sex, though he was sure that she dressed that way for Cynthia, not him, the surprised look on her face similar to what he probably had also. Will I have her tonight? With Cynthia? “Good evening, Alexis. I must say, I have never seen you look so delicious before.” Michael quickly regained his composure. Cynthia handed him a drink; Michael took a sip, scotch and soda. Cynthia, like Melissa, never left anything to chance and knew his favorite drink. She took her drink and sat down on the couch next to Alexis as Michael sat across from them. Cynthia didn’t bring a drink to Alexis.

Michael watched as they kissed, the scene slowly unfolded in front of him as if he were in the movies. Cynthia put down her drink and turned toward Alexis. Her hand lifted up Alexis’s chin as she moved close until their lips were only inches from each other but still didn’t touch.

Alexis’s heart raced so hard that she could barely breathe. Cynthia’s touch always inflamed her, but she caught Michael out of the corner of her eye as Cynthia turned her head toward her and demanded her undivided attention as always. She felt Cynthia’s hot breath as Alexis licked her lips in anticipation of the kiss. Cynthia finally moved closer and electricity shot through their lips as Alexis felt the silky touch of Cynthia’s lips on hers. She uncrossed her legs as Cynthia pulled her sideways as their tongues barely touched when they kissed passionately. Alexis felt Cynthia’s hand on her breast, and Alex responded and arched her back to shove her breast eagerly into the fondling fingers that sought out her hard nipple. She almost forgot about Michael. Cynthia had inflamed such desire in her.

Michael’s hand went down to his pants to openly stroke his cock that rose to prominence as the scene exploded before him. Alexis tried to maintain her composure, but her uncrossed legs gave Michael a perfect view between her legs, the darkness of what lay beneath inflamed his lust more than if she were grossly exposed. The two women kissing passionately as their tongues darted in and out of their mouths, Cynthia’s hand explored Alexis’s breast with impunity as Michael had long sought to do. Was I here only to watch? Or did Cynthia have a more active role for me?

Cynthia pulled back from Alexis to stare at her lovely face, her lips still wet from their kiss. “Let’s go into the bedroom.” It was a statement, not a question. Michael didn’t hesitate as he picked up his drink.

Alexis wasn’t sure that she heard her correct or was it just that she didn’t want to hear what she said. As Michael got up, Alexis realized quickly what Cynthia had planned for her or, at least, part of it. Cynthia would make love to her while Michael watched. That was bad enough. Alexis had strung Michael along for so many years as she sexually teased him; now, he’d watch as Cynthia made love to her and strip her naked for Michael to see all that she had hidden from him. But would Cynthia allow Michael to join in? Or would Cynthia let him have me while she watched? She looked nervously at Cynthia and hoped for some compassion, but Cynthia only smiled back at her, and her eyes demanded that Alexis obey. Alexis could never refuse her anything.

Michael sat in the chair that faced the large bed as Alexis stood nervously by the bed and bit her lip as she waited for Cynthia. Michael’s cock grew harder when Cynthia turned around. She’d taken off her skirt, and her long legs were now naked, but his eyes followed up until they almost popped out of his head. She wore a strap-on, a very formidable dildo stuck menacingly out the front, the leather straps held it in place to frame Cynthia’s lovely naked skin. Her blouse was unbuttoned half the way down and pulled to the side so that her bra-encased breasts were visible. Michael never dreamed he’d see Cynthia this way; his vivid imagination never went that far. His hand went down to his cock to shift it in his pants as he watched them.

Alexis saw what Cynthia put on and her pussy grew wet as she recalled the last time Cynthia took her with it when she was bound and spread on the bed. Cynthia kneeled on the bed next to Alexis as her hand reached up to brush Alexis’s hair from her face. Alexis felt Cynthia take her hand, and she knew exactly where it would go. She wasn’t surprised when her fingers curled around the thick shaft of the dildo. It felt thicker than the last one. It was black, shaped just like a cock, the head thicker with curled veins that ran up the side of it. She began to stroke it, no need to be told what to do. Alexis wanted to please Cynthia. And if that meant that Michael would watch, Alexis would try to put him out of her mind.

“Feel that lovely cock, Alexis.” Alexis stroked the cock just as she would a man, as her fingers ran up and down the shaft, and the movement of the dildo rubbed against Cynthia as the inside of the strap-on lined with tiny rubber ticklers that pushed between her lips. It had a small vibrating egg that provided the necessary tingling as it hummed away silently against her clit. Cynthia rubbed her hand along Alexis’s face to see the shame she caused as Michael watched them. Cynthia’s fingers moved down the front of Alexis’s blouse to unbutton it as Alexis’s body grew tense at the thought of being stripped naked in front of Michael. “You have a lovely body, Alexis. It’s about time you allowed Michael to see it. I’m going to display you for him. Look, he already strokes his cock in anticipation of seeing your lovely body.” Cynthia made short work of the blouse and pulled it open to show Michael the thin bra that did little to hide the lush breasts beneath with hard nipples that pointed out of the bra. Alexis’s face was flushed red in shame and Cynthia enjoyed her discomfort. “Lift up your skirt, high up, above your waist. You’re wearing those lovely tight panties, aren’t you?”

Alexis’s hands worked without thinking as she stood there in front of Michael and lifted her skirt up until it was above her waist. She couldn’t look into his eyes as she knew that they pierced her sex. She held it high up until she felt Cynthia’s hands on the skirt and felt it loosen as the zipper slid down noisily. “No, please,” she begged, but she felt the skirt slide down over her naked legs to fall at her feet. She kicked her feet out of it. Cynthia turned her body to the side so Michael had an unobstructed view of it.

“Isn’t she lovely, Michael? I know you waited a long time for this moment.” Cynthia went back to her task. She stood up on the bed until she towered over Alexis, the dildo bounced in front of Alexis’s face. Cynthia bent down to strip the blouse off Alexis until it fell at her feet. Alexis stood there in her bra and panties for Michael to admire. Cynthia’s hands cupped Alexis’s bra cups to squeeze the firm flesh beneath them. Alexis’s body squirmed but didn’t move away when Cynthia rubbed the dildo against her flesh.

Cynthia squeezed her breasts, hard like she always did and that made her nipples grow erect from the harsh treatment. Alexis felt the dildo rub along her naked skin, a reminder of what it would feel like when it was inside her. Cynthia turned Alexis’s head toward it. Alexis had no choice, so her mouth opened when Cynthia moved her hips gently forward until Alexis felt the rubber dildo slide over her lips. She obeyed without question as her hand moved to grip the dildo around the thick shaft as her tongue moved out of her mouth to lick all around the thick head of the dildo that sat just inside her lips. Cynthia put her hand on the back of Alexis’s head as Alexis began to move her head up and down and suck the dildo as she would a real cock. Cynthia kept the pressure on her head to make her take the dildo deeper and deeper into her mouth, just like a man would do when his arousal increased. Alexis could see Michael watch her and knew he imagined it was his cock that she sucked.

“Do you like sucking my cock in front of Michael?” Cynthia teased Alexis wanting to humiliate her in front of Michael. “Get on the bed,” Cynthia pulled Alexis up onto the bed and made her kneel with her back to Michael. “Look at that lovely ass, Michael. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? It’s built for spanking.”

Alexis turned around to see Michael look at her as Cynthia’s hands held her still so they could slide around to grip her almost-naked ass cheeks. Alexis put her hands around Cynthia’s neck to hold her close. Cynthia’s hands fondled her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, Alexis at least thankful that she still had her panties on.

“Stand up on the bed,” Cynthia pulled Alexis up until she stood. Cynthia’s hands went back to her ass to grip the twin hemispheres hard as she felt Alexis revolt and try to clench her cheeks. Cynthia slapped both of her hands on Alexis’s ass cheeks, and the noise reverberated throughout the room. Her hands slid up and down Alexis’ legs, back up to cup her ass cheeks again, another spank to both cheeks to make them dance erotically beneath the tight panties. Cynthia didn’t give Alexis any time to think; her hands slid down; this time, they came up between Alexis’s legs to push out on her tender inner thighs until Alexis had no choice but to spread her legs.

Alexis was balanced precariously on the bed as Cynthia held her to keep her from falling; all the while, Cynthia’s hands played over her body. Alexis’s ass cheeks stung from the spanking she received. It hurt and felt good at the same time as Cynthia had indoctrinated Alexis into sexual spankings when she warmed her up before sex. It made her wetter in spite of the pain. Alexis didn’t fully understand why it made her more aroused, but many things Cynthia did to her couldn’t be explained. Alexis spread her legs slightly when suddenly she felt Cynthia strip her panties off in a single pull that yanked them down to her ankles before Alexis knew what happened. She felt her legs picked up one at a time until the panties were pulled off and thrown on the floor. Cynthia’s hands returned, this time to her naked ass cheeks as Alexis tried to clench them tightly, but Cynthia pulled them apart until Alexis felt the night air blow between her cheeks. Each time Alexis tried to clench her cheeks tight, Cynthia’s hands moved lower, down to where her cheeks met her thighs to rub and spank so close to Alexis’s pussy that it made her wetter in anticipation. The slapping rang out in the room. Alexis’s cheeks felt as if they burned where they were struck harshly. Alexis knew that Michael could see her naked ass cheeks, but Cynthia was more demanding.

Cynthia kissed Alexis’s naked stomach as her hands slid behind her and played with her naked ass flesh, as she alternated between rubbing the flesh sensuously and then spanking her hard. She yanked her ass cheeks apart and knew that Michael got a lovely view of her ass hole and pussy from behind. Cynthia’s hands rose up Alexis’s naked back until she found the bra strap and unsnapped it with little effort. She pulled it from her to yank it down over her arms as Cynthia’s hands returned to the naked breasts revealed and grip them tight in her hands. “Show Michael your lovely naked body, Alexis.” She turned Alexis around until she faced Michael.

Michael looked at her and saw Alexis naked for the first time. She had firm, ripe breasts, just as he had felt beneath her clothes. Her nipples were swollen and hard, surrounded by an areola the size of a half dollar to make her nipples look like targets. His eyes went down to her neatly trimmed bush, her thighs clenched tightly together, but she couldn’t do anything to hide her full mound hidden beneath the neatly cropped hair.

Cynthia reached around and caressed Alexis’s body as she cupped Alexis’s breasts as if she offered them up to Michael with nipples stiffened to hard points. Her hands slid down over the flat plain of her body as she felt Alexis suck in her stomach while Cynthia’s fingers toyed with her bush to send vibrations through the follicles. “Isn’t she lovely naked, Michael? But I’m sure you want to see more. Sit down on the bed and face Michael, Alexis.”

Alexis couldn’t withstand the pleasure that Cynthia’s hand excited in her, her pussy grew wet as Cynthia’s fingers danced over her bush. Her legs shook as she was posed nude in front of Michael while his hand openly stroked his cock through his pants as he gazed lewdly at her. She sat down on the bed and faced Michael with her feet and thighs clenched tightly together. How long can I resist Cynthia?

Now, this is what Michael had dreamed of, at least part of it. Alexis sat on the bed as Cynthia made her bring her knees up until they were bent. Michael’s eyes were glued between her legs as Cynthia forced her to spread her legs. Alexis leaned back onto her hands as her legs continued to open as Cynthia urged them to part wider and wider until her feet were spread over three feet. Her pussy flowered open when her lips pulled back until her juices glistened in the bright lights of the room. The part that he never imagined was with Cynthia as she towered over Alexis while her dildo bounced in front of Alexis’s mouth.

Alexis got wetter when she spread herself open so grossly in front of Michael. It was humiliating but it also aroused her. And now, she opened her mouth to receive Cynthia’s dildo in it as Cynthia’s hand guided her head back and forth on it as she sucked it. Alexis grabbed the thick shaft as her tongue licked over the head of it until her mouth closed over it to take it deep into her mouth. She began to suck it vigorously. Cynthia moved in front of her so her hips could drive the dildo in and out of her mouth, Cynthia’s hands now held her head still to prevent her from moving away as the dildo drove deeper into her mouth. “EEEEGGG,” Alexis’s muffled cry rang out when one of Cynthia’s hands slid down to grip tightly onto one of Alexis’s nipples, and it felt like it was trapped in a tight vise. The fingers twisted and turned the crushed tip as the dildo banged against the back of her mouth to make her gasp when she tried to keep it from her throat.

Cynthia pulled the dildo from Alexis’s mouth. Cynthia sat down to hook one of Alexis’s legs behind her to trap it and keep her from closing them. “Stroke my dildo, Alexis.” Cynthia picked up a vibrator. “Keep your legs spread for Michael and me. I’m going to show him how well you cum on command.” She turned on the vibrator, and the hum grew louder as she switched up the speed. She turned on the vibrating egg inside the strap-on; her pussy came to life as her clit was vibrated by the tiny egg inside. They would both cum for Michael. But it wouldn’t be the last time.

Alexis’s ass rose up as the vibrator ran up and down her slit and teased along her slick lips. God, it felt so good. Alexis continued to stroke the dildo as she felt the vibrations through the shaft from the egg in the strap-on. “AAAAWWWW,” the vibrator slid all the way to the top of her slit to attack her defenseless clit vigorously. Cynthia followed Alexis’s every movement. Alexis spread her other leg wider, and she knew where the vibrator would go next as she hoped to accommodate the vibrating shaft. She wasn’t disappointed; Alexis’s ass rose up when Cynthia shoved the vibrator into her slick passage with ease until her pussy swallowed it up, the noise muted as Alexis’s pussy muscles clamped lovingly on the shaft. Cynthia began to fuck her with it as Alexis’s hips rocked in rhythm as it was pushed in and out of her.

Michael watched the masturbation, Alexis’s head thrown back in ecstasy as Cynthia fucked her with the vibrator, and Alexis didn’t miss a stroke as she jerked off the dildo as if it were a real cock. Cynthia fucked her for ten minutes before Alexis and she came hard.

“Show Michael how you cum, Alexis.” She rocked the vibrator in and out faster when she knew Alexis was on the edge. She breathed fast, her chest rose up and down rapidly. Her thighs quivered as she was fucked by the plastic vibrator, as the buzz sounded loud when it pulled out, muted as it shoved deep into her tight hole.

Alexis looked at Michael watch her like a voyeur, his cock out of his pants now as his hand stroked his naked flesh. She had only touched it through his clothes, but it was much more formidable in the bright lights. The head glistened with its juices, and Alexis imagined that it was Michael’s cock that she stroked, not a dildo. “AAAWWWWWW.” She screamed as she came and her pussy clenched tightly on the vibrating shaft deep inside her. Her hand raced up and down the dildo as she came all over the vibrator and the plastic shaft glistened from her juices. The orgasm swept over her body as she came in front of Michael. It lasted for long minutes, Alexis unable to breathe, the orgasm was so intense. Finally, she closed her legs to trap the vibrator inside her.

“Did you like that, Michael?” Cynthia pulled the vibrator from Alexis’s pussy but made her spread her legs for Michael again. Her fingers gently teased the wet flesh of her pussy to peel back one pussy lip to allow Michael to gaze at her slick inner lips.

“Very nice, Alexis. You came very nicely. Did you enjoy performing for me?” Michael stood up and walked over to the bed. It was his turn now. He nodded to Cynthia.

Cynthia laid Alexis down on the bed onto her back. She brushed her hair from her damp forehead. “Relax, Alexis. Just let it happen.” Cynthia got off the bed but not before she handed Michael a leather strap.

Michael stood over Alexis, her head turned away from him to the side. She looked back at him. “Cynthia tells me you get off on being tied up. We’ll see. Give me your hands.” He stroked the leather strap in his hand as she looked at him, her eyes puzzled.

She didn’t know why she surrendered so easily. One minute she was lying naked on the bed as Michael stood over her and he eyed her naked body with pleasure. And then, she felt him grab both of her wrists to put them together, the smooth leather straps quickly encircled her small wrists three times before she felt the pressure when he tied the knot. She tried to pull them apart, but the leather was unyielding and held her tight. She felt her arms pulled up over her head, and Alexis looked above her head as Michael walked behind the bed to drag the other end of the leather straps through the headboard. She saw him tie the other end to the bedrails. She looked at him as he walked around the bed again. Alexis tugged on the straps to test them and found her arms bound tight.

Michael sat down on the bed next to her to admire her naked body, her arms pulled over her head made her firm breasts pull up high. “I’ve waited a long time to see you naked, Alexis. And now, bound for me, you’re such a delectable treat.” Alexis’s thighs were clenched tightly together as if she could somehow defend her honor while bound. “Stick out your tongue,” he ordered her. She looked back at him with a look of surrender in her eyes. Her tongue began to peek out from between her lips. Michael bent over her as his tongue lashed out at hers. As her tongue retreated into her mouth, his followed to attack it as he drove deeper into her mouth while he French kissed her.

“MMMM,” she moaned as Michael kissed her hard as his tongue danced into her mouth when his lips crushed hers. She couldn’t do anything as his tongue lanced in and out of her mouth before it finally sucked her tongue into his mouth so hard that Alexis was sure he would suck it out of her mouth, it became painful when it stretched too far. He broke the kiss with her as his hands moved down to clench onto her naked breasts to attack them with a harshness that took Alexis’s breathe away. She tried to turn away, but his hands pinched her breasts harder when he grasped her firm flesh until it ached. She moaned in pain but that only inflamed his lust, his fingers now attacked her nipples, the brown nipples snapped by his fingertips as they played over the erect tips.

Michael couldn’t get enough of her tits; the long years of denial by Alexis made it so much better as his hands fondled her roughly and enjoyed the way her bound body bounced on the bed. Alexis’s moans only inflamed his lust. “Do you like your tits played with hard, Alexis?” His fingers grabbed both of her nipples to pull on them as the flesh stretched as Alexis begged for him to stop. He released them, only to yank them again harder and stretch the nipples until Alexis had to arch her back to relieve some of the pressure. He released them, and he enjoyed the way they were now red from the abuse. “Turn over.” He pushed her body until she rolled over on the bed.

She half knelt on the bed, glad at least her breasts were hidden from his hands. Michael’s strong hands manipulated her body to push her flat on the bed, a hand on her back pinned her down on her belly. She didn’t have any fears until she felt him spread her legs as one hand on her back kept her pinned.

Michael wet his finger when he saw his target as he spread her legs until her cheeks parted, her tiny ass hole revealed. She still hadn’t fully realized what he did until he pressed his wet finger on the wrinkled little hole and pushed.

“NNOOO!” She protested when she felt the unfamiliar touch between her cheeks. Michael pressed something against her anus, something wet. She tried to buck it off as she cried out in protest.

Michael pulled his finger away as she bucked her ass but returned; this time, his finger was more insistent when he felt the resistance as her anus fought his rude intrusion.

Cynthia got up from the chair, almost naked, her panties on the floor as she rubbed her pussy when Michael tied Alexis up and began to play with her body. Alexis needed some help or maybe Michael did. She walked over to the bed. “Can I help you, Michael?”

Michael looked at her, almost naked, his whole college career he imagined what she looked like under her skirts, now she stood unashamed in front of him, her bush barely more than a tiny triangle, full lips hid the treasures beneath them. “Do I get you both?”

“Anything you want, Michael.” Cynthia sat on the bed next to Alexis and leaned over her. She kissed her, and Alexis responded with her tongue as they kissed passionately. She was still half on her side and stomach while Michael’s hands slid up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples.

Michael rolled Alexis over onto her back as his hands slid up to her naked belly to cup her tits so his fingers could play with the hard nipples.

Alexis watched as Michael pulled her over onto her back, her arms still pulled tightly over her head and bound. He grabbed one of her legs, Alexis unable to do anything as he spread her leg, first one then the other and then pushed them up and back until Alexis found her pussy opened up and spread wide. Michael stared down at her naked sex. Cynthia kissed her neck to tease her as Michael spread her.

Michael put one hand on her stomach to hold her down while the other hand went to work to masturbate her. His fingers found her slit wet and slid up and down as her hips jumped from his unexpected touch. Alexis cried out, but this time, it was in pleasure. Michael picked up one of Alexis’s legs and pushed it back until Cynthia grabbed it and pinned it down. Cynthia’s mouth wasn’t idle as she sucked on one of Alexis’s nipples so that her tongue could slap at it until it grew harder so her teeth could lightly bite the aroused flesh. All the while, Michael continued to masturbate Alexis.

Alexis gasped as a thick finger entered her pussy and found her wet and receptive as it slid in without any resistance. His finger slid in and out to finger fuck her as her nipple was chewed by Cynthia. She couldn’t believe it, after all of these years she denied Michael, here she was bound and naked, his finger shoved deep inside her as he finger fucked her while she bucked around on the bed in lust.

“You have a nice, tight pussy, Alexis. Hot and tight.” One finger became two as he felt her muscles grip his fingers when he dug them deep inside her. Cynthia French kissed Alexis as he finger fucked her. He looked over at Cynthia; her naked body kneeled on the bed with her lovely ass that beckoned him. “Cynthia, get your ass over here. I have another hand for you.”

Cynthia didn’t protest; instead, she knelt to face backward, her legs spread as her pussy yearned for Michael’s touch. “OOOOHHH,” she moaned as Michael impaled her pussy with his fingers as he fucked both of the women.

Both of them rocked back and forth on his fingers and moaned in pleasure as they kissed each other. Cynthia’s hands kneaded Alexis’s breasts as they were both brought to the brink of pleasure. Then, Michael stopped. He didn’t want them to cum yet. He had more plans. “Let her eat you,” he instructed Cynthia.

Cynthia didn’t need any more reason, having taught Alexis the pleasure of orally satisfying another woman. And Alexis was good at it. She took her time as her tongue danced all over her pussy and never pulled away even when Cynthia came on her. Cynthia put her legs on each side of Alexis’s head, and Alexis looked up, and she knew what she’d have to do. By the time that Cynthia kneeled over Alexis’s face, her tongue was out and waited impatiently for Cynthia’s pussy. Cynthia’s fingers spread her pussy lips apart as she pushed her hips forward until Alexis’s tongue touched her hot flesh. Cynthia moaned loudly as Alexis’s tongue went to work on her.

Alexis loved to lick her pussy, but she hadn’t expected Michael to do the same thing when she felt his tongue lick her pussy while his hands held her legs back up and out until she was open wide for him. “AAHHHH,” she cried out in pleasure, but her scream of pleasure was muffled by Cynthia’s pussy that was shoved into her face.

Michael ate her pussy for five minutes, Alexis already overly aroused, and she didn’t protest when Michael’s tongue slid low down her cheeks and licked her tart, little ass hole, feeling the tiny hole go into tremors from the unexpected touch. Her hips bucked up and down, but Michael’s hands kept her pinned, as his tongue invaded all the intimate parts of her body. Both women finally came, Alexis was a shooter as she sprayed Michael’s lips with her cum when her orgasm overtook her body. Cynthia bounced up and down on Alexis’s face to rub her pussy back and forth until she came and smeared her slick fluids onto Alexis’s silky skin.

Alexis was exhausted as the orgasm sapped her strength from her body. Michael stood up from the bed, but Cynthia replaced him between Alexis’s legs as her fingers lightly played up and down Alexis’s slit. In spite of just cumming, it still felt good; Cynthia knew what to do to keep Alexis’s body aroused.

Michael came back over to the bed, stripped naked and ready to enjoy the charms of the two girls. He slid behind Cynthia and yanked her bra off to strip her naked. He fondled her body openly as Cynthia began to eat Alexis’s pussy; Alexis’s cries grew louder as the tongue sought out her pussy. He left Cynthia to walk around to the side of the bed and knelt next to Alexis. “Such lovely tits, Alexis. You shouldn’t have denied me so long.” Michael engulfed one tit in his mouth and swallowed the nipple and areola as he drew them deep into his mouth so his tongue could attack the hardened tip. His other hand harshly squeezed her other tit.

Alexis couldn’t believe the pleasure that raced through her body in spite of just cumming. To be taken by two at once and one of them Michael, the man she had fought off so long. Now, she wondered why as his mouth and hands attacked her breasts with a vengeance. Suddenly, Michael left her as she felt him get off the bed. She felt his strong hand on her face that turned her head until she stared at his erect cock.

Michael stroked his cock; the thick shaft seemed to grow longer as his hand slid up and down. He turned Alexis until she faced his cock; Michael pumped his hand up and down the shaft. “Open your mouth, Alexis. I always dreamed of your lips wrapped around my cock.” He moved close until he felt her hot breath on his cock.

She’d never sucked a cock before, but she was sure that wouldn’t deter Michael. She couldn’t do anything but open her mouth wide. His cock felt like it burned her skin as the hot head of his cock slid over her silky lips. She heard him moan as he slid his hips forward until Alexis found her mouth filled with the head of Michael’s cock. Her mouth was instantly filled with the salty taste of his cum, a taste that wasn’t completely distasteful. She did worry about lots of it in her mouth.

Michael enjoyed the way Alexis whimpered when he put the head of his cock in her mouth, but her lips closed around the head as his hand pumped up and down the shaft.

“Did you ever suck a cock before, Alexis?” Cynthia looked up from between Alexis’s legs, her lips covered with her juices.

Alexis could only shake her head no, her response muffled by the thick cock in her mouth. She spit his cock out as she coughed and tried to suck in air to fill her lungs again.

“How about you, Cynthia? Show her how to suck a cock.” Michael watched her get up and come over to the side of the bed. Her soft hand curled around his shaft and held it still as her head ducked down. “Oh, God, you don’t know how many days in class I imagined you doing this to me,” Michael confessed as her hot mouth engulfed his cock.

“Like this,” she instructed Alexis. “Take it deep and keep your lips tight. Let your tongue play over the head.” Cynthia took Michael’s cock into her mouth to suck it deep inside, over half engulfed in her mouth. Her tongue raced over the shaft as Michael’s hands guided her head up and down on his cock. The only sounds were the sounds of Cynthia as she sucked Michael’s cock and his heavy breathing as he fought the desire to cum in her mouth. Cynthia spit his cock out of her mouth. “That’s how to do it, Alexis.”

Michael took the head of his cock, still slick with Cynthia’s saliva. “Open again, Alexis. Suck my cock like Cynthia did.”

She opened her mouth willingly as Michael stuck the head of his cock inside her lips. She tightened her lips on the shaft as Michael pressed it deeper inside her mouth. Her tongue attacked it as Michael’s hip began to shove his cock in and out of her mouth as if it were her pussy. Cynthia’s hands went to Alexis’s face to move her head around to stimulate Michael’s cock. Alexis couldn’t believe what she’d done; she was sucking Michael’s cock. And by the sounds from him, she was doing a good job. That excited her more than anything else. His hips pressed his cock deeper into her mouth, so Alexis opened wider in hopes she could accommodate him. Her mouth began to fill with the taste of his cum as her tongue did too good of a job and made his cock leak into her mouth. Cynthia encouraged her as her fingers teased her nipples and pinched them until the pain felt good.

Cynthia kneeled up to kiss Michael as he continued to feed his cock into Alexis’s willing mouth. Alexis sucked him with vigor. Cynthia was surprised with her enthusiasm. She kissed Michael as his tongue shoved deep in her mouth and her hard nipples rubbed against his chest. Melissa was right about Michael. Cynthia regretted she didn’t have a chance at Michael before he found his power. She would’ve loved to tie him up and have her way with him. Now; she would have to be content to be taken by him. Both Alexis and Cynthia would be taken by him today.

“Turn over.” Cynthia helped Alexis until she was on her belly again. “On your knees,” her hands pushed under Alexis’s stomach until she got to her knees. Cynthia put her hand between her thighs until she began to spread her legs, Alexis was so obedient. “Stick that lovely ass in the air, Alexis.” Cynthia’s hands roamed freely over Alexis’s ass cheeks as she stroked the lovely flesh. “Michael’s going to fuck you from behind, doggy style.”

Alexis felt humiliated to be in such a position, her legs spread, her ass raised up as if she were offering her pussy and ass up to Michael like an animal ready to be mated. She could only imagine what she looked like from behind as Michael stood behind her. She felt the stubble of his beard on her ass cheeks; and then; the sudden shock as his tongue slid up and down her ass crack, all the way from her pussy to high up to race over her anus before she realized what he had done.

Michael slapped her ass cheeks, unable to resist spanking the unprotected flesh. Her body jerked, a small cry from her lips, but she maintained the position. Her pussy dripped with her arousal as he took his cock and rubbed it up and down her wet slit, even going as far as pulling his cock until it pressed against her tiny wrinkled ass hole. He held it there, feeling the heat of her body as she trembled. He would love to drive his cock up her ass, but he wanted to fuck her first. He moved his cock down to her pussy to press it in the soft folds as he felt her pussy engulf the head of his cock.

His cock jerked against her as he slid it up and down her slit. No, he wouldn’t do such a thing, would he? His throbbing cock pushed against her anus, the head massive compared to her tiny hole. Her body tensed as she waited, relieved when he slid his cock down. She felt the pressure as his cock began to push inside her; Alexis was lucky that she was wet. Or should she say soaked, Cynthia and Michael took her as she had never been taken before, Michael’s salty cum still in her mouth. Cynthia lay beneath her, Alexis on her hands and knees. Cynthia kissed her just as Michael took her, her scream muffled by Cynthia’s kiss as Alexis felt her pussy speared by Michael’s massive cock. It shoved in hard to push aside all her resistance, his hands held her hips still as he forced her to take his hard cock. It was huge inside her, much bigger than the dildo that Cynthia used on her. And it was throbbing flesh that filled her.

Her pussy gripped his cock tightly as he grunted when he shoved into her. All of the years of Alexis’s denial disappeared as his cock enjoyed her pussy for the first time. She was tight and wet as his cock slid in until he was three-quarters of the way in when her muscles stopped him. He pulled out only to shove back in with another powerful thrust that rewarded him with a grunt from Alexis. He began to fuck her hard. She’d make up for her years of denial of him.

Alexis was sure that Michael split her up the middle as Cynthia hugged her to try to soothe her, but Michael’s cock was demanding as he shoved in and out hard. Alexis’s body shook as her breasts danced beneath her while Cynthia’s hands pinched her flesh as Michael held her hips too tight. She felt so full as Michael’s cock was relentless when he shoved in and out vigorously. “OOOOWW,” she cried out when Michael spanked one cheek, but his cock never stopping fucking her. Another spanking to the other cheek made the skin burn while her insides were rubbed raw by his thick cock in spite of being wet. He continued to spank her ass as he fucked her, and Alexis found the pain of the spanking made her tighten her pussy, sure that she brought so much pleasure to Michael and that encouraged him to spank her harder.

“Unite her,” he told Cynthia. He continued to pound away inside Alexis until Cynthia untied her wrists. Michael sat back and pulled Alexis with him. He positioned her over his cock. “Sit on it and fuck me.” She lowered herself on his cock as her silky hand held it up straight until her pussy slowly engulfed it deep inside her hot, tight passage.

It felt bigger when he forced her to sit on it. It felt as if it would come out her mouth if it went any deeper. His hands were still around her waist, but his hips weren’t idle. He began to fuck her and bounce her up and down on his cock as he speared it in and out. Cynthia pressed up against Alexis until their tits rubbed against each other as Cynthia’s hand slid down to masturbate Alexis as Michael fucked her. Cynthia’s fingers worked their magic on Alexis to tease up and down her slit, all while Michael fucked her hard as Alexis’s body jerked up and down on his cock. Michael joined in as his hands came around to cup her breasts; his fingers easily found her hard nipples so his powerful fingers could pinch them until the pain shot through her breasts. Her body was a mixed bag of emotions, pain, pleasure, all mixed together as her body was fucked hard.

Michael bounced her on his cock, but her insides clutched so delightfully on his cock, even as his fingers pinched her nipples to make her body shake even more. Michael was in heaven, two naked girls kissed and rubbed against each other as he fucked one of them. But he wanted more. He stopped fucking Alexis so he could sit up and pull the two girls against him. He kissed Cynthia and found her mouth responsive as they trapped Alexis between them; Michael was still inside her as her insides nipped so delightfully on the head of his cock. He broke the kiss. “Lay down, Cynthia. I’m going to fuck you now.”

Cynthia did as he said, her arousal brought to a fever pitch, but Alexis had got all of the action. She lay back and spread her legs wide for Michael. “Climb on me, Alexis. Make love to me as Michael fucks me.” Alexis pushed up against Cynthia’s upper body until their tits brushed up against each other and their lips meshed when they kissed passionately.

Michael got into position between Cynthia’s legs. The girls were lost in each other, but Michael grabbed Cynthia’s legs and pulled them up high, up against Alexis’s beautiful, naked ass that was pushed back. He took his cock and shoved it into Cynthia to impale her with a single thrust. Her body jerked, but Michael only pulled out long enough to shove back in again. It was all that he imagined in college when he felt her pussy grip his cock so possessively so Michael fucked her hard. He couldn’t resist the naked ass before him, Alexis’s legs spread wide to push on the outside of Cynthia’s hips that left her open and vulnerable. Michael took advantage of the position and two fingers thrust into her hot, inviting pussy to finger fuck her when he twisted and turned them inside her.

Alexis was surprised when Michael’s fingers took her and shoved ruthlessly into her pussy. She’d expected that fucking Cynthia would be enough for Michael, but he wanted more, so Alexis twisted her ass as Michael finger fucked her. And Cynthia wasn’t idle; her hands slipped around to clench on Alexis’s cheeks, a sudden shock as she hit Alexis’s ass cheeks that made her body shake. All three of their bodies shook in ecstasy, the slap of flesh and the groans of pleasure rang out in the room.

Michael pounded away at her pussy, but Cynthia took his powerful thrusts. Her body was pinned beneath Alexis’s and Michael’s, unable to do anything but take it. He fucked her for five minutes before he finally slowed down. He would pull out until her pussy gripped the head of his cock, but then, he’d impale her with a single thrust that drove his hard cock to bang painfully into her cervix. He’d pull out, but Cynthia’s body grew tense as she waited for the next thrust. Michael didn’t disappoint her, his cock powered into her as Cynthia gasped from the pain. Her pussy tightened each time in anticipation of the pain but that inflamed Michael’s lust even more. After ten powerful thrusts, Cynthia felt a different feeling between her legs. The pain turned to pleasure as Alexis bounced up and down on her when Michael continued to finger fuck her. And Alexis’s pussy seemed to welcome the hard thrusts of the demanding fingers.

Michael couldn’t believe how tight Cynthia was, in spite of the powerful thrusts of his demanding cock. And now, she seemed to draw his cock in deeper, and Michael knew that she was ready to cum. Michael speeded up his thrusts with the same intensity to bang away deep inside her until she came.

Alexis hugged Cynthia as Michael took her hard. Alexis’s hand reached down between them to find Cynthia’s clit and rub it as Michael fucked her. Cynthia shook and trembled until she came from the duel ravishment, her body jerked up and down as she drowned Michael’s cock with her juices. Michael took his fingers out of Alexis, but she knew he didn’t cum yet. She’d have to take his cock next. Michael threw her body on the bed with ease to flip her over onto her back as Cynthia moved out of the way, her pleasure received. Alexis was on her back with her legs spread as Michael’s hands pulled her legs back and to the sides until her pussy opened up like a flower. He wasted no time, no preliminaries, just a thrust of his cock into her wet pussy with the same powerful thrusts he used before. “EEEEAAA,” she screamed as she was filled again. Cynthia tried to comfort her, but Alexis was already lost in the hard cock that demanded so much from her body.

Michael needed to cum, and his balls ached for release. He shoved into Alexis to pound away in her, and he enjoyed the way her lovely tits bounced up and down as he fucked her hard. She responded when she squeezed his cock as he pulled out but relaxed her muscles as his cock thrust so hard into her that he pushed her body deep into the bed. It only took a couple of minutes for Michael before he was ready to cum, but first, he played with her clit as he snapped at the hardened bud to make her body jerk from the harshness of the touch. He pinched and pulled at her pleasure button until she responded, and her hips moved with his every thrust. Her head was thrown back in pleasure.

She was ready to cum. Michael’s cock took possession of her pussy as his fingers teased her clit to force it out until it stood out, hard like a little cock. His fingers attacked it, not gently, but like his cock that pounded away inside her. He pinched and prodded it until all the feelings mixed together in Alexis’s body until she came. And she came hard as she shot her cum onto Michael’s pounding cock. She was in the throes of her orgasm when Michael pulled his cock out and moved over to their faces. She looked at him as his hand between her legs rubbed her clit in the final throes of her orgasm. Michael pumped his cock only inches from Cynthia’s and her face. She watched it as it shot out a stream of ropey, white cum; the first load landed on Cynthia’s face and the rest fell on Alexis’s neck. Another load of cum landed on Cynthia as the thick crème ran down her cheek slowly. Michael took his cock and aimed it for Cynthia’s mouth as her lips parted willingly with her tongue out. He shot his final load of cum on Cynthia’s tongue. He pushed his wet cock into her mouth but not before he scooped the cum on her cheek and lips and shoved them into her mouth. Cynthia’s tongue licked his cockhead.

Cynthia turned toward Alexis. She kissed her and forced her tongue into Alexis’s mouth until she spit Michael’s cum into her mouth. Cynthia held her head tight until she received all of it. She pulled back from her lips. “Swallow it, Alexis.”

It took her by surprise, but she found her lips trapped by Cynthia as her mouth was forced open until a flood of Michael’s cum invaded her virgin mouth. It filled every nook and corner of her mouth with the thick, salty crème. She didn’t think she could take it all. Cynthia finally pulled away as Michael and Cynthia looked at her as she obeyed the last command without question. She swallowed as the thick crème slid down her throat slowly.

Alexis worried about Michael in the future. He’d gotten what he wanted from her. But would he want more? Alexis would be powerless to stop him if he wanted her again. And she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to stop him. It wasn’t that she preferred woman. It was the dominance she craved. And Michael had learned quickly that his domination in business moved to the bedroom.





Chapter: 7





Author Revealed




Another month had passed with two more notes in his folder, but Michael wasn’t any closer to finding the mystery woman that made his heart race each time he received a new card. He had dinner with Alexis one night since their night together with Cynthia, but Michael didn’t push her for anything beyond good conversation. She’d reluctantly agreed to have dinner with him, and when he pushed the subject, she admitted that she enjoyed the night with him and Cynthia. It was only after a bottle of wine did she open up more, finally admitting that it wasn’t that she preferred woman over men. She just preferred more aggressive sexual partners. And as soon as she said it, she blushed a deep red.

He took her home but not without leaving her a reminder. At her door, he pushed her against the wall as his lips found hers and his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth. He pressed his body up against hers so he could rub his cock blatantly against her pussy. One hand slid around to grab her ass and pull her up against him; the other hand slid up and fondled one of her lovely tits with impunity. He felt her body surrender and kiss him back. He finally broke the kiss. Her lips were wet, and her mouth was open wide as she tried to breathe. His hands slid down between her legs, and Alexis made no effort to stop him as he rubbed her pussy. Her legs spread wider as her ass shoved forward to push her pussy into his hand.

Michael took her without warning. One minute, he walked her to her door and Alexis wondered if she should give him a peck on his cheek. The next, she was pinned against the wall as Michael’s hands roamed all of her body. Even when he broke the kiss, he still did not stop when his hand went between her legs and touched her pussy. And she allowed him, as if she couldn’t stop him.

“Not tonight, Alexis, but soon. You can go to bed tonight and masturbate and think of what I’ll do to that lovely body.” Michael took her hand and made her fingers curl around his bulging cock. “And this will be for you.” She didn’t hesitate as her hand rubbed up and down his shaft.

She smiled at him as she turned away when her hand left his cock. “And remember what my hand felt like and my pussy while you masturbate tonight.” She laughed as she closed the door behind her.

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Michael worked late to finish the final budget for the newest ad campaign for Microsoft. It would counteract the Apple campaign that had the PC computers always losing to the MAC. It had been a massive undertaking, but they had completed it in six months, the campaign was to begin the first of the month. He wasn’t sure why he worked, he didn’t need to. But it had been two weeks since the last card and it was as if he hoped to catch her put a card on his desk.

Criona leaned against the wall, the floor so quiet. She shook. She had another card in her hand that she carefully wrote. Criona made sure that she capitalized the G in Girl. This time she’d do it. She’d hoped that by capitalizing the G, it would give her that last bit of confidence needed to meet Michael face to face and confess. Tonight was the night. She had dressed specifically for him and nothing would stop her. She watched his office for any sign that Michael was ready to leave for the night. After ten more minutes she saw his desk light turn off. It was the same lamp that always held her card. She got ready.

Michael turned off the light on his desk and was disappointed that it didn’t have his usual card. He always hoped that the newest one would reveal something new of his mysterious woman. He grabbed his briefcase and made his way down the empty corridor for the bank of elevators around the corner. Michael was surprised when he rounded the corner and he struggled not to trip over her. “Whhaat ttthe!” He stumbled and almost fell before he grabbed the wall.

She kneeled on all fours on the floor, a wet cloth in her hand. Her legs were spread and her long skirt was hiked up high on her ass, to make sure that it revealed her naked legs almost to her thong. She wore a pair of nylons, not panty hose, but nylons, thigh-high nylons. The white nylons contrasted sharply with the black thong against her white alabaster skin. She turned when she heard him and cringed as he came around so fast that she was sure he’d trip over her. That wasn’t what she had planned. He stumbled but managed to regain his composure.

There was a lovely creature on the floor in front of him, but Michael didn’t recognize her right away. It wasn’t that she was unfamiliar, but his eyes couldn’t tear away from staring at her lovely naked legs. Her long skirt had ridden high up on her ass to leave her delightful legs naked to him with just a peek of black panties revealed. When he finally was able to move his eyes away, he saw that it was Criona. Plain, ordinary Criona had a different side to her that she kept hidden beneath her skirts. He looked at her face, her glasses gone, a pair of blue eyes sparkled back at him. Even her lips were different, a red lipstick made them so provocative.

“I’m sorry,” she managed to spit out. She didn’t make any attempt to move away or get up. “I spilled my coffee and I tried to clean it up.”

“I don’t think you had to do that. The cleaning crew would have gotten it in the morning. Criona isn’t it?” But his eyes wouldn’t leave her. And then, the scent hit his nose at the same time her voice said those words.

“I’m a naughty girl for spilling it.” She waited, her heart pounded so loud that she was sure Michael could hear it.

Michael’s face broke out into a big grin. He inhaled the smell of the perfume that had perked his senses for so long. He answered her. “Naughty girls need to be punished.”

She looked up at him. “Yes, Sir.” She paused for a moment. “In your office?”

Michael reached down to offer his hand to her. “Yes, in my office.” He helped her up, disappointed that her skirt slid down over those lovely naked legs. But he was sure that it was only temporary. “Let me help you.” He felt the sparks fly when their fingers touched. It might have only been the static electricity from the rug, but Michael hoped that it was more.

He walked so close to her as her perfume lingered in his nose, his cock hard from the smell. He opened his door, and they both entered. She released his hand, and she seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do. He waited in anticipation.

Criona walked over to the desk she had touched so many times when she dropped off the cards. She stood in front of it until the edge of the desk pushed against her upper legs. She bent over until she was lying on the top of it. She reached back to grab the end of her skirt and pull it up until she felt the cool air of the room blow on her naked ass cheeks. She put her head on the desk and turned her head so she could see Michael. His hand touched his cock as his eyes stared at her naked ass.

He had never seen such delicious buns. Her thong hid her pussy beneath the snug black fabric, but her ass was naked except for the thin black strap that disappeared between her ass cheeks to hide her treasures from his eyes. Her cheeks were white with a generous crack that divided them. He looked at her lovely legs, the white thigh highs she wore enhanced them more. Michael was enamored with her after she’d teased him so long. He walked up to her, and he enjoyed the look on her face as he approached. Her hands reached out to grab the other end of the desk in preparation. His hand reached over and touched her ass cheek so softly as if he were afraid she would catch him.

She gasped when he touched her even though she’d fantasized about this night for months and months. She felt his large hand rub her ass cheek softly, but this isn’t what she wanted. Maybe later but not now. “Spank the naughty girl.”

Michael rubbed her ass cheek and almost forgot why she was in this position. Her words startled him back to the reality of the situation. His hand went back and then forward, the whoosh of air broke the silence when it finally met the firm, naked flesh pushed back with a loud thump. His cock jumped when he felt the impact on his hand, a gentle stinging on his palm, but he knew that was little compared to what Criona felt. He was rewarded with her cry of pain as the skin turned pink beneath the blow.

“AAAAWWW,” she didn’t try to contain the shock of the pain on her ass cheek. No matter how much she asked for it or expected it, the initial pain still shocked her system. Michael’s hand paused only for seconds on her ass cheek as Criona felt the skin grow hot beneath his touch. She felt the hand leave her and looked at the excited look on Michael’s face as he swung his hand again; this time, her other cheek received the brunt of the punishment. “Eeeekkk,” she whimpered in pain as he struck her other cheek, Criona sure that he struck harder. Both cheeks were ablaze in pain. And her pussy was drenched. Michael’s hand didn’t linger this time but rose back up and Criona felt the rush of air on her ass cheek before she felt the blow. There was the loud smack of flesh as it met flesh. And then the unmistakable pain shot through her ass when Michael’s hand found the same spot, the skin already tender to the touch. “Seeethhh,” she sucked in her breath and bit her lip in pain as Michael began to rhythmically spank her ass cheeks with his powerful hand.

Her skin turned red now as Michael’s cock grew harder as he spanked her ass. He looked down between her legs and saw the wet spot on the black thong grow with each time he hit her. She enjoyed this too much and that only inspired Michael to spank her ass harder; each time, he was rewarded with the cry from her lips that grew louder. Her legs seemed to spread wider when Michael spanked lower down her cheeks to find the tender area where her cheeks met the sensitive skin of her thighs. Two sharp slaps made her body jerk in pain. Her hips moved as if she made love to his hand that spanked her. She pushed her ass out for him as his hand spanked her lovely flesh, her body bent over the desk after he struck her.

Michael didn’t slow down; in fact, his hand roamed all over her ass, from the top of her cheeks, all the way down to slap against her tender thighs. The spanking made her pussy even hotter as she felt his hand slap her only inches from her pussy. What would it feel like if he struck me on my pussy? It only made her wetter as her hips moved urgently. Criona wished that Michael would touch her between her legs, sure that she’d cum almost instantly. She’d waited too long for this. The blows to her ass became harder, and her skin grew tender with each blow that he struck. Her skin burned, as if it were on fire. And it made her more aroused as she lay bent submissively over the desk, her ass naked perched up high for Michael as he spanked her like a naughty little girl.

Michael paused for a moment so he could slide up against her. He felt her body jerk in pain as he pushed his cock against her so his rough pants could rub on her bright red ass cheeks. His hands held her hips as he slowly masturbated his erection on her ass. He pulled back so his hand could swing out to strike her ass cheeks again. Her body jerked with each blow and her cries grew louder when his hand rained down on her ass cheeks in rapid succession. He finally stopped. He heard Criona breathe heavily, and her beautiful blue eyes were now clouded with tears.

Michael caressed her ass cheeks, but the light touch was still painful on her blistered skin. He had exceeded her expectations and took her ruthlessly. Her thong was soaked, and Michael’s cock was hard when he pressed it against her ass cheeks once again. “I’m sorry I left you in such a state,” her voice barely above a murmur. “I can offer you my mouth to satisfy your lust.”

Michael’s cock needed relief. His balls ached, since Criona had left him aroused for too long. It was only fitting that she satisfy his lust and her mouth would be a good start. “Get up and kneel on the floor.” He helped her up, but his hands pushed down on her shoulders until she kneeled submissively in front of him. He felt like the king as his faithful servant kneeled before him willing to do anything for her king. Her hands started to move up to his pants, but Michael stopped her quickly. “Put your hands behind your back as if they were tied together. I’ll guide your head until you satisfy me.” She obeyed without question. Michael looked down as her breasts pushed out as her hands went behind her back and were folded submissively behind her. What would it be like if I tied her like I did to Alexis?

She drooled as he took out his cock and his pants slid down to his knees with his shorts that followed them. His cock stood out majestically in front of her face. It was bigger than she had fantasized about, with the head of his cock already shiny with the cum that leaked out. She licked her lips in anticipation of pleasing Michael with her mouth. He grabbed his cock in one hand to slide the head over her cheeks and around her lips, as if he painted her lips with lipstick. But, this lipstick was milky white and thick. She felt his cock jerk when she blew her hot breath on the head of his cock before he pushed it against her closed lips.

“Lick it.”

She didn’t hesitate, and her tongue instantly reached out to touch it. Michael pulled back from her to tease her and make her scoot forward until she could reach his cock with her tongue. He held it still as her tongue curled around the head. The tip of her tongue traced around the ridge on the thick head as she felt Michael struggle to contain his cock. She opened her mouth wide so Michael could take his cock and place it on her bottom lip until Criona slowly closed her lips around the swollen head to trap it. Her tongue snaked over the head of his cock as it teased at the hole in the end until she tasted the thick cum leak into her mouth. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned in lust. She felt Michael’s hands clasp tighter onto the sides of her head. She was in his hands now with her mouth just a receptacle for his lust. Just the way she desired it.

Michael couldn’t contain his arousal any longer. He’d lost it when her silky lips tightened on his cock and her tongue attacked his cock that jerked in her hot, tight mouth. He struggled to hold back the orgasm that threatened to release and tightened his muscles. He kept her still as he held her head submissively. He lifted her head up until he saw those baby-blue eyes gaze up at him, her red lips wrapped so erotically around the shaft of his cock. He couldn’t wait any longer, his balls ached for release. He began to feed his cock between those lovely lips and held her head still as his hips began to do all the work. It was such a sight as the shaft of his cock slid between those ruby-red lips. He began to take deeper thrusts in her mouth and struggled to hold her head tight as the head of his cock pushed to the back of her mouth. Her tongue worked its magic on his cock as it tirelessly raced around the head of his cock and down the shaft. She did everything to please him, and she did a good job at it. The pent-up lust from months of wondering who the mystery woman was made his cum boil in his balls.

She kept her lips so tight on his cock that he had a hard time shoving it in and out of her mouth. If it wasn’t for her tongue that bathed his shaft with her saliva, she was sure he wouldn’t even be able to get it into her mouth. She wanted so hard to please him, her tongue ached as she kept up the constant bathing of his cock. Michael was getting close, Criona was able to feel it in his unrestrained thrusts into her mouth, and his hands got tighter on her head to keep her pinned as he fucked her lips. Her wrists were crossed behind her back, just as Michael ordered her. It was as if she were bound. She only hoped that he’d do that for real in the future. The head of his cock banged against the back of her mouth, threatening to breach her throat. She braced herself for it, but Michael couldn’t last any longer. She felt his cock swell larger in her mouth.

It was time and Michael was unable to stop it from happening any longer. He pulled his cock out of her mouth until the head sat on her bottom lip. “Keep your mouth open.” Her tongue came out of her mouth until his cock sat on it. His hand stroked the shaft as the cum rushed up from his balls. He took one more look as her eyes stared at him before he pumped his cock harder until the first load of cum raced from his balls and out the head of his cock. He saw the white, ropey cum shoot out onto her tongue, and Michael held her head as it shot into her mouth. She surprised him, her head moved forward and her lips encased the head of his cock in such a tight grip. She didn’t do anything, her head still as he continued to pump his cock into her willing mouth. It looked so sexy as her red lips gripped his cock as he shot his cum into her mouth. He pumped his cock until a second load of cum shot out and heard her anguished cry as her mouth filled with his abundant cum. She gurgled and made strange noises as he continued to cum in her mouth, but she never backed off. He saw her throat move urgently as she tried to swallow his thick crème, but each time she did, he shot another load into her mouth. He continued to pump his cock until his balls were drained by her mouth.

She felt it fill her mouth as the thick crème sat heavily on her tongue as Michael shot ropey loads of cum in her mouth. She boldly leaned forward to take the big head in her mouth and her tongue began to lick it as he spewed his cum. It was Michael’s cum. She had to contend with so much cum, choking when it shot out too far and slammed into the opening of her throat, but she never backed off, gulping and swallow the thick crème until her belly was full. It was only when he finished that her tongue bathed it for long minutes until it was clean of his cum. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and Criona licked her lips one last time before she swallowed the last mouthful. She gulped as the thick crème slid down into her gullet so slowly.

Michael felt the relief as his orgasm subsided. Like an obedient little girl, she licked him clean. It wasn’t fair that she was left in such a condition, but he wouldn’t fuck her yet. That would be for another night. “Stand up and hold your skirt above your waist.”

She got an excited look on her face. She pulled her skirt up so high that he could see all of her black thong. She spread her legs and hoped Michael would satisfy her lust now.

Michael looked down at her wet thong, the black material soaked in her juices. There was a clear outline of her pronounced slit. “You did a very good job sucking my cock. You obey well.” His hand slid down to the front of her thong, to grip her vulva in his hand in spite of her wetness and squeezed together the two puffy lips. “I love a girl with full, puffy lips. There are so many things I can do with them or to them.” He squeezed tighter as he felt Criona’s legs shuffle farther apart. He released them only long enough to slip one finger between the sharp divide and push her thong deep inside while his other fingers squeezed her mound again. She shuddered in pleasure.

He’d barely touched her, and she struggled not to cum so quickly. Her mind raced from his words, imagining what he’d do to her pussy. His fingers began to saw up and down her slit as the finger between her lips pressed so deep. He slid his finger up and down as Michael used his other hand to squeeze her mound tight. It was when his finger banged hard against her clit that she came, unable to control it, not wanting to. She let her body go as Michael’s finger slid up and down as she came on it, her legs barely able to hold up her body as the pleasure raced through her. She was cumming for Michael. It was a fantasy only days before. His eyes stared into hers as the throes of ecstasy raced through her body, Criona unashamed of her violent orgasm. She fell against the desk, her body ravished by her orgasm. And then, Michael surprised her. He kissed her as his tongue reached into her mouth just as his cock did only minutes before. It was a passionate kiss. He pulled away from her. “I think I’m going to be a very naughty girl.”

Michael smiled at her. “I hope so. Really bad.” He walked her out of the building but neither one said anything, but they both knew that they’d soon meet again.

* * * *

It was two days since that night with Criona. Michael looked for her around the office but never found her. How come I saw her so much before I knew that she was my mystery girl, and now that I know, she is nowhere in sight? His workload was slow; it always got that way once one project was finished and the next had yet to start. He was ready to leave and planned a night at home, when he looked up as the door to his office closed. His heart raced when he saw it was Criona; tonight all of a sudden became more interesting.

She leaned against the closed door, and Michael noticed that she’d locked it. She had a bag in her hand, and she put it carefully down on the credenza near the door. His cock grew hard as he saw her, her dress still covered her body too much, but Michael imagined what lay beneath the white dress. He didn’t have to wait long as his eyes stared at her hands as they undid the wrap-around dress. She tossed it aside to stand before him in the sheerest of bra and panties. The pink sheer bra did little to hide anything from his imagination. Her nipples, hard and swollen, pushed out the holes cut in the bra; the fabric circled them like targets. The low-rise cheeky panties clung to her body as Michael’s cock throbbed to get loose of his tight-fitting pants. She looked so delicious perched high atop her heels that accented her long, naked legs.

Criona reached for the bag to take out the riding crop and saw the surprised look on Michael’s face. She enjoyed that she could surprise him so easily, and she hoped that he had a surprise for her. “I’ve been a really naughty girl.” She could barely breathe as she said it. “And need to be punished severely.” She turned to the side so he could see a profile of her body, from her almost-naked breasts, to her firm cheeks that pushed out the panties so provocatively.

Michael walked over to her. “Is that for me?” He pointed at the riding crop in her hand.

“Yes.” She handed him the riding crop.

Michael never handled a riding crop before, and he was surprised that it was so light. He looked at it and held it in front of Criona’s face as his hand ran down the shaft. There were leather laces that were wound tightly around the shaft to make it rough. The end flap, a two-inch wide leather flap was meant for extra action. Michael’s hand fit tightly into the loop at the other end as if it were made especially for him. “Stand in the center of the room.” He wanted to be able to visit any part of her body or all of it.

She stood in the center of the room with her legs spread apart, waiting. She didn’t know what to expect from Michael. They were moving far from a simple spanking. She watched as Michael pushed the riding crop between her legs and moved it up her thighs as Criona felt the rough surface of the laces that were wound from the top to the bottom of the shaft on her soft inner thighs. “EEEEHH,” she couldn’t contain the pleasure she felt when he touched it between her legs, and Criona shivered as it touched her intimately.

“Close your legs,” Michael ordered her, the riding crop still between them. She obeyed without question to trap the crop between her thighs. “Keep them nice and tight.” He began to pull the crop back and forth and pulled it up as he did to make it ride against her pussy. He pulled it up until he saw it push between her lips and her panties were shoved deep into her slit by the crop. He began to move it back and forth as the rough surface slid noisily against her panties. Her eyes were closed with a look of pleasure on her face. And her panties grew wet as the crop masturbated her.

She couldn’t believe the feeling when the crop dragged through her lips; Criona wished she was naked, wished she could feel the rough leather laces pass through her naked lips. She didn’t expect this from Michael. He began to move it faster to press harder between her lips until her panties were jammed tightly into her mound. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.

She’d cum soon if he didn’t stop, and he had so much more he wanted to do to her first. There would be pain before she received the pleasure she wanted. He stopped. “Release it.” She opened her legs and eyes, a look of disappointment on her face. He pulled the crop from between her legs, her panties now soaked in her juices. She grew wet easily. He walked behind her as Criona’s head turned to follow him, a look of fear and anticipation in her eyes. He looked down at her ass, the cheeky panties pulled tight over her taut cheeks so that her crack was pronounced. The crop swung as if he had done it before to slash sideways, the flap attacked one cheek with a loud thud. He was rewarded with a shrill cry from Criona. He yanked the crop back to swing it forward until it visited her other cheek with equal gusto, her cry not as loud since the surprise was gone. Not to be denied the pleasure of her cries of pain, Michael swung the crop harder this time, delighted by a shrill cry from Criona as it caught her lower down on her cheek. He began to get into a tempo to strike a new spot each time. He waited for the cry before he moved onto the next spot and varied the severity of the blow to the loudness of her cries of pain.

The first blow was a shock. It wasn’t that she didn’t expect him to hit her; it was just the sting of the crop when it slapped her flesh, her muscles taut as she braced for the slap. He hit her again then again, harder, Criona unable to contain her cries of pain. Michael worked the crop over her ass, from the top, all the way down to the bottom as her cries grew louder when the crop slapped the sensitive skin of her thighs. It hurt but it hurt good. She spread her legs wider and hoped that Michael would understand. He did; the next time the flap hit her flesh, it was naked flesh, down on her naked thigh, so close to her pussy she was sure that she could feel the air blow through her panties. Maybe it was her imagination, maybe it was just a wish.

Michael began to rhythmically work the crop on her thighs as the white skin turned pink, which inspired Michael to hit her harder. Her feet began to dance as she shuffled back and forth, but she never closed her legs. She always left herself vulnerable. His aim got better, and he was able to slap her flesh so close to her pussy without touching it, though Michael was sure that she wanted him to do it. She’d have to wait; there was so much more flesh to avail himself of first. He stopped as Criona breathed hard and her chest rose and fell as she tried to fill her lungs. He looked over her shoulder at her lovely breasts and the hard nipples that pushed out the peek-a-boo bra. It did nothing to hide her treasures so his fingers deftly unsnapped the bra as his hands slid it off her shoulders. It fell down her arms and slid to the floor. Her milky-white breasts stood out so proudly capped with big brown nipples. They begged for the intimate touch of the riding crop.

She was half naked now, stripped to the waist by Michael, the crop still in his hand. He walked around in front as her hands hung uselessly at her sides, her fists clenched as she waited. Even though she wore conservative clothes, she was still proud of her body, especially her breasts. There wasn’t a bit of sag in them and her nipples were quite responsive and hardened at the merest touch, even from her fingers. Now, she’d allowed herself to be in this unfathomable position of Michael, a riding crop and her naked breasts all together. There was only one outcome, and Criona feared and craved it.

“Now hold very still. I’m going to make those lovely tits dance for me.” The crop swung up from the floor as if had a mind of its own; the harsh leather flap caught Criona on the soft underbelly of one firm breast. He was delighted as the flesh bounced up by the sudden shock of the blow, but nothing delighted him more than her cry of pain. It sounded as if no one had ever whipped her breasts before; her eyes opened so wide when the crop hit her as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

She couldn’t have fathomed such a thing, the crop slapped so hard on her breast that it bounced up and down, at the same time the pain laced through her breast flesh to shoot to her brain. It was much worse than on her ass, her breasts were tender and Michael sought out the delicate flesh on the underside, the power of the blow made her scream in pain. “OOOOWWW,” her hands clenched, fighting the urge to soothe the pain on her right breast. She looked down at her breast and expected to see blood. She was surprised, unable to tell where it was struck. But she had little time to contemplate the situation, because Michael began to go to work on her breasts. He moved to the other one to make it jerk up and down as the crop visited the underside. The next blow moved up, high on her breast, Criona’s eyes opened wide in terror as it looked like it would strike her nipple, but at the last moment, it passed by to strike her bosom.

Michael made her tits dance as the riding crop slapped one then the other, the flesh never rested as it was struck again. Her cries weren’t as loud, but her alabaster flesh was now pink with tiny welts that appeared when Michael struck the tender flesh too hard. He learned to accurately hit where he aimed, and he took his time to play the crop all around her nipples without touching them. “Arch your back and stick those lovely tits out for me.” He wanted good targets.

She shivered in fear but did as he ordered to arch her back provocatively, her breasts shoved out, her nipples pointed up to the ceiling. She braced for the next blow, but nothing could’ve prepared her for it. She fought to stand erect, but she wanted so badly to clutch her hands to her breast and sooth away the pain that laced through her nipple. Michael had struck it, and the flap hit it dead center so that her swollen nipple took the full force of the leather flap. The pain shot to her brain, her shrill cry so loud that she was afraid someone had heard it. “EEEEWWW.” She kept the position he wanted, but her body shook as she tried to brace herself for it again. Michael smiled as he swung the riding crop again, her other nipple bore the full brunt of the blow, this time even harder and the pain was more intense. “EEEGGGHH.” She cried out, but Michael began to slap her breasts with the crop to race all over the globes. Criona never knew when he would strike her nipple, and the intense pain would cloud her eyes with tears.

Michael whipped her breasts for five minutes, and he enjoyed the power he had, especially when he sought out her nipples and attacked them with a vengeance. Her big, beautiful blue eyes were filled with tears, but that did little to dampen his enthusiasm. She stood in position, even though her body shook. He finally stopped. Her proud breasts were now a dark red, her nipples swollen and twice their normal size. He couldn’t resist as his hand reached out and grabbed both of the battered tips. He squeezed them tight as Criona’s mouth clenched in pain though she bore the pain in silence.

In spite of the pain in her breasts, her panties were drenched, and Michael quickly found her shameful secret. His hand slid down over her mound to grip her pussy lips just as he did before. She almost came from the touch.

“Such a shameless slut,” he teased her when he found her wet with desire in spite of whipping her breasts. It only inspired him more as his hand slid into the top of her panties to slowly pull them down her legs. The thin, wet material clung to her slit as he yanked them off her. He kneeled down as Criona put her legs together so he could lift each foot until her panties were gone. He stood up but not before he planted a few kisses on her thighs and one on her mound as he inhaled the scent of her arousal. He stood back up and stepped back so he could admire her naked body. “Spread your legs again for me, Criona.” She obeyed without question. Her wet pussy lips were pulled back to reveal the glistening juices that coated her inner lips.

She was ashamed, aroused and scared, all at the same time. She stood naked in his office. Though it was late and there were few left in the building, there was always the chance that someone would burst into the door unexpectedly. And Michael stood in front of her with a riding crop in his hand that she had given to him, her breasts already a testament to his increasing skill in using it. His eyes feasted on her naked lower flesh now, at her neatly trimmed bush that could do little to hide her mound, flesh untouched so far with the crop though Criona knew that wouldn’t last. He walked around in back of her as Criona shut her eyes as if she could somehow shut it all out of her mind. She shivered as goose bumps appeared on her flesh as he lightly traced the flap at the end of the crop along her ass cheeks and over the flesh he had already whipped once.

He saw her ass cheeks quiver and then clench tight when he touched the crop over her flesh to trace the red marks that marred her white flesh. He took the end of the crop and trailed it up and down her crack as her firm globes grew taut when she flexed her muscles to try to keep the end of the crop from the dark crevice that split the lovely white cheeks. He drew it back quickly and then forward; the sharp crack of the leather as it hit her flesh made his cock jerk in pleasure. She yelped quietly from the pain. “Relax your cheeks.” The end of the crop returned to explore her crack; this time, he pushed it in deeper and saw Criona struggle to comply and leave her ass open to his harsh fondling. He pushed the crop up and down her crack so the leather passed over her tiny, wrinkled ass hole, just a tiny pucker in a sea of white flesh.

She felt the fiery touch of the leather over her anus, and Criona struggled to allow him to fondle such a place. She hadn’t even thought of him doing that, yet she felt the crop pass back and forth over her anus to make the tiny hole quiver from the unexpected touch; Criona was barely able to control the muscles. “AAAAAWWW.” She jerked on her feet as Michael swung the crop and hit her between her cheeks. The blow struck so close to her anus that she froze in fear. It stung something fierce; the skin was tender and the crop so harsh. She braced herself but no amount of preparation helped. Michael swung the crop; this time, the cruel leather flap struck her squarely on her vulnerable anus. It felt like he tried to drive it into her body. She couldn’t believe the pain that radiated from her backside, her muscles clenched uncontrollably from fiery pain that laced around her hole. “EEEEEEEH.” She screamed in pain, but Michael cared little. Another swat on her anus sent her hips forward as Criona fought to keep the position. She was sure that he had cut her back there. Her cheeks fought to protect her tiny hole even as the muscles were ablaze in pain.

Michael smiled from ear to ear as he enjoyed her cries of surprise when he struck her on her ass hole; the loud splat almost made him cum. The excitement as he hit a woman on her ass hole was too exciting, yet she kept the position with her cheeks relaxed as Michael wielded the crop to strike it again. “Bad girls get whipped on their ass hole and elsewhere.” He swung the crop; this time, up from the floor to slap on the inside of her thigh, high up where her legs met, only millimeters from her pussy. He didn’t pause as he slapped the other side to see the flesh turn red from the blow. Michael didn’t fail to notice the trickle of her juices that ran down her thigh.

He walked in front of her and saw the single tear run down her cheek. The crop slid between her legs; this time, there were no panties to protect her as he slid it between her lips. He began to ride the shaft of the crop up and down her slit so that the rough leather laces could slide unevenly along her sensitive inner flesh of her pussy lips. He drew it all the way back and forward and noticed the thin coat of juices on it.

“Eeeekkk,” she cried as she stood on her toes when the crop sawed up and down her slit. The laces felt like rough rope as they slid along her silky inner lips. Criona almost regretted buying a crop that didn’t have the smooth shaft. She looked down and noticed that her hips still moved. She rode the crop for pleasure, and the shaft was wet with her juices.

He pulled the crop back. Criona’s eyes were open wide, but she looked down between her legs. She didn’t see the crop until it was too late. Michael hit one of puffy pussy lips with a sharp snap. She looked up at him, a look of amazement in her eyes, and then, she screamed and bit her lip as she tried to muffle the scream. Her breathing was ragged as Criona huffed and puffed; her lovely breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to fill her lungs. He struck again; this time, he caught her on the other lip, another delightful scream torn from her mouth.

It stung terribly, her lips felt like they swelled up, but what scared her most was where he’d hit next. Her legs were spread with her lips already parted to leave, her pussy open and vulnerable. It was just like her ass hole, and Michael took full advantage of that. “SSSCCRREECCHH!” The pain was terrible as Michael swung the crop up from the floor; his aim was too accurate as it sliced her right up the middle. The leather flap on the crop pushed aside her puffy lips to attack deep inside. She heard the wet splat as the leather hit her soft inner lips, wet with her desires as the crop smashed into the flesh harshly. It drove her up onto her toes, the pain too intense as it shot from between her legs through her body to her brain. As soon as she settled back down on the balls of her feet, the crop slid back up between her legs, this time harder as Criona bit her lip to try to squelch her cry leaving a taste of blood in her mouth. But nothing could compare to the ache between her legs; Michael aim was too perfect as it attacked her pussy with a vengeance. She took three more blows to her pussy before he stopped as tears ran down her cheeks. Her eyes begged him to stop. She could barely breathe as she gasped for air as her crotch was ablaze in pain.

Michael enjoyed whipping her pussy, much more than he had ever fathomed. He loved the power he had when he had the whip in his hand. And to have a lovely girl submit her naked body to him, spread and open to do as he pleased was more than he could’ve imagined. But he needed relief now. “Lay on the desk, Criona. Draw your legs back to your chest but hang your ass on the edge. You’ve ignited the lust in me, so you’ll have to extinguish it with your pussy. Give me a good fuck, or I’ll whip your ass again.”

He shouldn’t have said that, the thought of him whipping her ass only excited her more; her arousal already peaked at the thought of being fucked by Michael. She climbed onto the desk and lowered her ass onto the hard, cold mahogany. She scooted to the edge to draw her legs back and open until her hands hooked behind her knees. She laid her head back and waited for Michael to mount her. “EEEEMMM,” she moaned when he moved in front of her, naked, as his hand rubbed his hard cock up and down her slit to ignite the pain and pleasure from her whipped flesh. Nothing could contain her lust as Criona raised her hips up to accommodate him. She felt him push the thick head of his cock into her tight hole. Her pussy was spread her open, and his cock pushed aside all resistance as he took her.

Her pussy lips folded over the head of his cock to envelope it in a hot blanket of womanly flesh. He pushed down until he found her hot, tight hole. He pressed his cock inside her and felt her muscles shoved aside as he breached her for the first time. He found her wet and responsive. And then, he shoved his hips forward hard to impale her slick pussy with over three-quarters of his cock in the first thrust. He jerked her body back onto his cock as his hands held her hips so he could impale her on his cock. Her insides clung to his cock as he pushed in, and he felt her muscles ripple up and down his shaft when he took her.

She went from empty to full with a powerful thrust. Criona met the thrust as she drew her ass up and began to rotate her hips so her insides could cling to his cock as he began to fuck her. It felt so good. It was worth all the pain of the whipping for him to take her so hard, just the way she liked it. He began to pound into her, and he made her take the full measure of his cock; her wet insides made it easy for him to fuck her with his powerful thrusts. The only sound from Criona’s lips was her gasps as he shoved inside and her whimpers when he pulled out. He fucked her fast and hard, but she wanted more. “Whip my naughty ass,” she begged him.

Her insides clung to his cock when he pulled out as she took him with each powerful thrust. Her pussy pleasured him beyond belief. Her words made it only better as Michael picked up the riding crop and slid her body so her ass hung in midair. He took the crop and swung it up to strike her ass cheeks as hard as he could. He felt her pussy clench so tight on his cock with each painful slap of the crop. With her legs spread so wide, she was defenseless and Michael’s aim took advantage of her. He was rewarded with the painful clenching of her muscles as he beat her ass hole into submission.

That was all she needed; in fact, it was more than she needed. Michael exceeded her expectations as he whipped her between her cheeks to attack her ass hole with a vengeance, all while he fucked her hard. She came like a twenty-dollar whore. Her arms were tucked behind her legs to keep her up and spread while Michael fucked her so hard that her tits bounced. The head of his cock banged hard against her cervix with each thrust. All the while he rhythmically beat her ass and ass hole with the crop as she came all over him as she screamed in joy when she felt his cock swell. Then, she felt the powerful jet of hot cum bathe her insides as his cock continued to fuck her and spew his cum inside her pussy. She tightened her muscles onto his cock to cling on it as her orgasm raced through her body.

Michael felt his cock swell as he fought it as long as he could until he finally emptied his balls of his cum so deep in her body that he was sure that it would come out her mouth. He fucked her hard and fast as he came. His cock rode easily on the sea of cum that he filled her with. He continued to pump away with his cock until his balls were empty of cum. He clutched her ass cheeks as his fingers found her sweat-drenched crack and his finger explored it until he found it. He snapped the tip of his finger into her ass hole before she could even fight the rude intrusion to send her loins high up into the air as he fingered her ass hole. He pressed his finger deep inside her rectum as the hot, tight hole tried to fight his finger off. He twisted his finger when her orgasm waned. “Maybe next time it’s your ass hole that I’ll take for my pleasure.” He twisted his finger harshly one more time before he pulled it out.

She dressed slowly as her body ached, but she was satisfied. Michael kissed her, but his hands still roamed over her body as he French kissed her. When she was ready to leave, she turned to tell him. “Why don’t you come over to my condo tomorrow? We can have more privacy. And I have a much better collection of toys that might interest you.” She smiled at him as she already felt her arousal return.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Eight o’clock. And dress lightly. I have plans for you.” Michael rubbed his cock.

* * * *

Alexis popped into Michael’s office the next morning. “You certainly have a big smile on your face.”

Michael looked up. She was right, things were doing well. “It’s a nice day.”

“I understand. I was going to stop by to see you last night, but your door was closed. And by the screams I heard, you must have enjoyed yourself.” Alexis was jealous. She had seen Criona go into his office. Alexis returned later and knew that she was still there. She obviously made Michael happy; Alexis never saw such a big shit-eating grin on his face. And that made her jealous. Ever since that night with Cynthia and Michael, she wanted him again. And from the way he took her in the hallway, it set her heart on fire.

“It was a very enjoyable night. I do have a date tonight, but you’re welcome to join me.” Michael already began to think of so many things.

“I would hate to intrude, three’s company.”

“No, three’s a threesome, just like with Cynthia. And you didn’t seem to mind that too much. I’ll pick you up at 7:30.” He went back to work without looking up at Alexis.

He excused her with a flick of his hand and didn’t give her a choice. And it made her pussy wet. She walked off, barely able to work as her mind raced to imagine what Michael would do to her tonight. Or to Criona.





Chapter: 8





Another Threesome




Alexis was dressed in a short skirt with the accent on short. It clung to her hips and ass and left a wide expanse of naked leg. Her blouse was open almost to her waist, and by the gentle sway of her breasts, she was naked beneath it. Michael began to see a much different Alexis. Maybe a bit of jealousy had reared its head. She smiled at him as she got into the limo as she ducked her head and looked into Michael’s eyes as he stared into the open blouse to see her naked breasts.

“You certainly are a lovely creature tonight.” Michael’s cock was hard even before he saw her, and the thought of another threesome excited him. The bag of toys he purchased after work also added to his excitement. He didn’t know what Criona would have, but he didn’t want to be disappointed.

“Am I as nice as Criona?” Alexis sat back into the seat as she crossed her legs to make sure that her short skirt hid very little. It was just enough to tease his imagination, though she wasn’t sure if that needed any help.

“Yes. We’ll just have to see if you are as accommodating as she is.” Michael smiled back at her.

Alexis wasn’t sure what he meant, but she’d already submitted to his demands with Cynthia. What more could he want? “Are you looking for a sex slave?” She kidded back at him.

“Are you applying for the position?” He paused for a moment as he saw the look on her face. “Or would you like to train for it?”

She kidded him, but she wasn’t sure if Michael was serious. She didn’t answer; she didn’t know how to. Maybe she got in deeper than she wanted. Yet, Michael had opened up something in her that she couldn’t put back. She’d see it to the end, though she wasn’t sure what the end would look like. They drove the rest of the way in silence, and the trip only took five minutes, so the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. The driver opened the door as he eyed Alexis when she got out. Alexis did nothing to hide her naked, dangling breasts from his view. And she was sure that Michael got a good glimpse of her ass as her thong did little to hide anything.

Michael looked up at the building, and it wasn’t what he’d expected. It was a very modern building, over twenty stories tall, a black and glass façade. The doorman opened the door for them and pressed the elevator call button for him after he gave his name. The doorman recognized him immediately.

Alexis was puzzled, Criona made a lot less money than she did, yet Alexis couldn’t afford a place like this.

He turned to Alexis. “She must have a ton of roommates to afford a place in this building.” The elevator opened, and Michael held it open so Alexis could get in. Michael looked at the panel, the doorman had pressed nineteen. At least it wasn’t the penthouse but damn close. The elevator rose so rapidly that they were there before they realized it. The door opened, only two condos in the hallway, one at each end. Michael saw Criona stand in the open door. This must be a very private building, because she stood there in bra and panties, perched on high heels. And the bra and panties were diaphanous.

Alexis suddenly felt overdressed and jealous. Criona had a nice body and wasn’t afraid of showing it. Her nipples poked out of the thin bra and her mound was bald as a little girl. Does Michael like that?

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing a friend, Michael?” Criona looked her up and down. This was not the Alexis that she knew in the office. Her boss Alexis! The night just got more interesting. She let them in, and she noticed the way Alexis looked at her. Criona was unashamed to stand there in her bra and panties. Criona had never been with another girl, but she figured that was about to change. With two pussies and only one cock, there weren’t a lot of combinations that didn’t involve girl sex.

“I didn’t think you would mind. And I never thought of asking.” Michael looked around the condo. This was nicer than his. “You must have a ton of roommates to afford such a place.”

“Actually, I live alone.”

“Hell, I think I must pay you way too much.” Alexis couldn’t afford anything like this, not even sure Michael could.

“I work because I enjoy it, not because I have to. My parents are wealthy and so am I.”

“I’d like to see the bedroom.” Michael knew why he was here and so did Criona.

“I thought you might. This way.” Criona ushered them into her bedroom. It was almost bigger than her living room; after all, this is where Criona spent most of her time. Or she hoped to. She had always been submissive sexually, but lately, her mind had gone far beyond her experiences. Her cryptic cards to Michael were her way of immersing herself into a sexual lifestyle. And she knew that once she drew Michael in, she’d have no choice in the matter and that is what she wanted.

The bed took up the center of the room, and the high posts in each corner went to the ceiling. Alexis looked at them, large carved pineapples graced the top, but what scared Alexis were the black leather straps that were secured to the bottom, the shiny metal buckles open, and they beckoned for an arm or leg to be secured in them. There was a small sitting room to the side, a couch and chair looked comfortable except for the table in front of it. It was piled high with an assortment of menacing ropes, handcuffs, chains and wide collection of dildos and vibrators. This was more of a playroom than a bedroom. With Cynthia, it was child’s play compared to what would transpire here.

Criona had never tried most of the toys except for when she was by herself. And by the look of fear on Alexis’s face, neither did she. Criona hoped that Michael was up to the challenge.

Michael smiled when he saw the room and the assortment of paraphernalia. This is what he had in mind. He took the small bag he had and placed it on the table. It was his contribution. “Sit down, girls, next to each other. I think you should become more familiar with each other.” Alexis sat down next to Criona with Michael on the other side. He turned Alexis’s head until she faced him as he kissed her. His hands searched out the front of her blouse. He slipped his hand inside to find a bare tit, the nipple already hard in anticipation. He fondled the firm flesh and squeezed it hard as Alexis gasped. His fingers sought out one nipple and pinched it tight while his other hand was on her back to make her arch her back to force her to press her tit into his hand.

Michael’s hand felt good in spite of the harshness. She was aroused. Michael was able to do that to her. Then, she felt a soft hand slip into her blouse, this one gentler to tease her other nipple. Michael broke the kiss and left Alexis’s lips wet. A pair of silky lips touched hers as a tongue probed into her mouth as Criona took Michael’s place to kiss her. Alexis responded back to the kiss as her tongue sought out the one in her mouth. The lips were soft and gentle, not like a man. Michael’s hands deserted her breast, but she felt her blouse pulled from her body with such ease. Michael slipped it off her shoulders and down her back until she was naked to the waist. She could feel Michael move off the couch, but Criona’s passionate kiss kept her preoccupied until she felt it. A pair of naked breasts pushed up against hers, twin hard tips pressed into her flesh as her hardened nipples pressed back. Alexis moved her upper body against Criona’s, to enjoy the feel of her naked flesh, bringing back memories of Cynthia’s lovemaking.

Criona never kissed a woman, but she knew that Michael wanted it to happen, so Criona was willing to do it to please him. She found it arousing. Alexis was more than willing and their kiss was passionate, but she missed the power of Michael when he took her. Michael unsnapped her bra and Criona eagerly helped him slip it off her shoulders and arms after he did the same to Alexis’s blouse. Criona pressed her naked breasts against Alexis and enjoyed the feeling as their nipples meshed.

Michael enjoyed the sight of the two women half naked; girl sex always excited him, but with all the toys in the room, he wanted more. He picked up a set of handcuffs and was surprised that they were so heavy. They weren’t toy handcuffs but police handcuffs, meant to secure even the most dangerous criminals. “Put your hands behind your back, Criona.”

Criona had put the handcuffs on herself and snapped them in front of her without securing them tight as she feared not being able to get out of them. This would be different. Really different. She twisted around and put her wrists together behind her, side by side as she waited. She felt the cold metal on her wrists as goose bumps appeared on her body when Michael snapped them deftly onto her wrists with a loud click, and then, he tightened them until she felt them snuggled up against her slim wrists. She tugged on them and found them secured, the clatter of the chain that connected them sounded so loud and final.

Michael turned her around and loved the sight of her with her bound arms behind her that made her naked tits stick out, sure that her nipples were bigger and harder. That was better for what he had in mind. “It’s your turn now, Alexis.” He picked up a pair of red leather cuffs, red leather with shiny, new metal rings in them. She turned around with her back to him to allow him to put the cuffs on each wrist. He tightened them until the red leather was pulled tight on her wrists. He took a two-way tie with shiny metal swivel snaps to link the two cuffs together. He’d try out a four-way hog tie later once Alexis was naked. He turned her around, and his cock strained to get out of his pants as he eyed the two half-naked girls, bound and vulnerable to him.

Alexis and Criona watched as Michael opened the small bag he brought with him. They leaned back on the couch with their arms bound tightly behind them. Their pussies were soaked. Criona’s thighs clenched and unclench. She wanted so much to rub her pussy. Alexis never expected it, but Criona suspected it when they saw what Michael had. In fact, she had ones like it, though she had been too scared to try them. She knew she wouldn’t have any choice, and that is what she wanted. To be taken.

Michael pulled out the shiny new nipple clamps with the silvery chain that connected the two clover clamps. They weren’t the usual clamps. These were clover clamps and they aren’t adjustable. The clamps pinch the flesh when attached, and if you tug on them, it causes them to tighten and pull even harder. Criona looked at Michael’s hands as he teased one of her nipples to greater hardness to pinch and pull it until it sprang to life. He saw her hold her breath as he opened one clamp. The gleaming metal clamp looked formidable as he pushed the two sides over her nipple and poised to close them. He paused to enjoy the look of terror on her face and knew that she couldn’t do anything to stop him.

It was as though it happened in slow motion. Michael had teased her nipple in spite of the fact that Criona fought the arousal. She grew scared when she saw the clamp. The shiny metal looked painful when the sheer weight of the large clamp would tug painfully on her nipple. “OWWWWWWWW!” She couldn’t believe it, the metal dug into her nipple harshly to pinch it until it felt like it was flattened between the twin clamps. She felt the blood pushed out of the tip. She held her breath as she waited for the intense pain to pass. Her eyes pleaded with Michael to release it, but the bulge in his pants said he enjoyed her suffering too much.

Alexis could see the pain etched in Criona’s face. The clamp looked so cruel as it dug into her nipple and crushed it between the two metal clamps. She felt Michael’s hand reach over and pinch her nipple to twist it and turn it. His powerful fingers felt like the clamps that bit into Criona’s nipples. His fingers hurt badly enough, but she couldn’t stop her nipple as it grew erect. Michael tugged on the chain to make Criona push closer to Alexis as Michael opened the other clamp to aim for Alexis’s breast. “Pleassse!” She didn’t even know if he heard her. He was so intent as he pressed the clamp around her nipple. He released it as the powerful jaw of the clamp bit into her nipple flesh with a vengeance. “WWWHOOOSSSH!” The air blew out of her lungs as Alexis felt the sudden pain lace through her breast. She looked down, sure that it was crushed and bleeding, surprised as the shiny clamp stood out straight. She felt a deep throbbing in her crushed nipple in rhythm with her heartbeat. She was at least glad that Criona had the other one on her nipple so that both of her nipples weren’t crushed.

Michael stood back from them with the chain in one hand. He began to pull on the chain. “Don’t move,” he warned them both as he began to tug on the chain as the clover clamp did its magic to grip the trapped nipples tighter and pinch hard into the crushed flesh. He enjoyed the tears in Alexis’s eyes and the pain-clenched lips of Criona as he tugged until both of their nipples were yanked harshly out of shape.

At least the sharp pain had diminished and was replaced with a dull pain that laced through her breast. Alexis took a deep breath as her chest rose and fell to make the pain worse, but she needed to fill her lungs with air. So this is what it was like to be bound and helpless. Michael finally grew tired of playing with them. Alexis was positive that her nipple would never be the same as it felt like it was rubbed raw. His hand slid under her skirt as he grew impatient when he fought to get beneath the tight-fitting skirt. He yanked the button open on the side as he yanked the zipper down hard. Michael grabbed the end of the skirt and tugged it off until Alexis was almost on her back on the seat of the couch with her legs high up into the air until Michael finally pulled the skirt off her ankles. Her thong was next, and Michael tore it off, eager to get her naked.

Criona was next, and Michael yanked off her panties until they fell to the floor, just a pile of rags now. Michael looked at both of them, naked, and they waited his pleasure. “You stay still, Criona. I’ll be back for you.”

He took the clover clamp off of Alexis’s nipple and enjoyed her loud scream when the blood rushed to the tip. He rubbed it until he saw the pain vanish from her face. “Yes, it hurts as much coming off as going on, if not more.” He picked up Alexis as though she didn’t weigh a pound to carry her over to the bed to place her face down with her hands still bound behind her. He picked up the other two cuffs, larger, built for the ankles. He attached each one securely to Alexis’s ankles and yanked them tight until they dug into her flesh. He took off the two-way tie and a four-way hog tie. He attached each of her wrists to the top part of the big “X” and bent her arms behind her until they were high up her back. Next, he went to her ankles to bend her knees and bring her ankles back up until her legs were bent in two and snapped the ankle cuff onto the bottom of the hog tie. When he finished with the last one, her lovely, naked body was contorted into a pretzel and her limbs were strained. The blanket beneath her pussy was drenched in her juices.

She couldn’t move, and her arms and legs began to ache. Her legs were spread, and she could do nothing but breathe and that was difficult. What she feared the most was that her ass was naked and vulnerable with her cheeks pulled apart and her pussy lips pulled back and open.

Michael moved back to Criona. “It’s your turn.” He opened the bag and took out the last thing he’d bought; sure that Criona wouldn’t have one. It was a double dildo gag. The black leather gag had a four inch dildo pushed through the hole in the center of it that would be forced into her mouth, more than enough to provide discomfort especially if she were forced to gag on it. Six inches of dildo stuck out the other end, and Alexis’s spread body on the bed would receive it. “Open up,” Michael ordered, and Criona accepted the inevitable, bound and unable to do anything as Michael tightened the gag around her head and pushed the rubber dildo into her mouth deeper and deeper.

“MMGG,” her choking was muffled as the rubber dildo pushed into the breach of her throat when Michael tied the gag tight. She tried to breathe, but her mouth filled with saliva, and she continued to gag on the dildo in her mouth. Michael helped her up until she kneeled between Alexis’s bound legs. Michael pushed down on her head until Criona saw the spread open cheeks of Alexis’s ass with her tiny ass hole revealed. He pushed lower until the six inches of dildo that stuck out her mouth touched Alexis’s pussy.

Alexis felt it, familiar with a rubber dildo. Cynthia had used it on her often when she came to town. She felt the pressure, and then, the head pushed inside her. Her pussy accepted it with pleasure, already slick inside. Criona’s head pushed forward to impale Alexis with the wonderful feeling of being filled with cock, even though it wasn’t real. She could only moan as Criona began to ride it in and out of her pussy as Alexis accepted the inevitable and let the pleasure wash over her body.

Criona began to fuck her with the mouth dildo, but it made her gag worse now when she pushed the other end inside Alexis and it forced the opposite end to shove down her throat and make her choke on it. But she felt the pressure of Michael’s cock between her legs as Criona kneeled up to accommodate him when his hands spread her thighs. She cried out into the gag as his thick cock speared her to sink half of his prick into her soaking-wet pussy while Criona fucked Alexis.

They both were ridden for ten minutes while Michael fucked Criona and Criona reciprocated by fucking Alexis. Michael enjoyed the way Criona tightened up so tight each time she choked. Michael helped when he pressed down on her head to impale more of the rubber cock into her throat. In spite of it all, the women came beneath him. Alexis was the first as she cried out as she came all over the rubber dildo that fucked her hard and fast. Criona was next when Michael shoved her head down onto the rubber dildo until he was sure it penetrated her throat and held her pinned as she gagged and choked on the rubber dildo. His cock was relentless as he fucked her.

Criona came, in spite of taking the rubber dildo in her throat, the forced bondage, girl sex and the thick cock of Michael that fucked her set her body afire until her orgasm ripped through her body. She came a second time when Michael blasted his cum deep inside her as he unleashed his cum into her waiting pussy.

Alexis could do little except accept the inevitable and let the orgasm wash over her bound and impaled body as she succumbed to the submission she felt as she was taken. She cried out into the blanket as she came.

* * * *

It was a long, pleasurable night as Michael indulged in all of his fantasies with two lovely, naked women at his disposal and neither of them denied him anything he wanted.

Alexis was the first to be spread on the bed as she looked over her shoulders at her bound wrists, spread wide to each corner of the bed. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed heavily while Michael’s hand on one ankle ignited the lust in her. He pulled her leg wide to one side, and Alexis moved her other leg to keep her thighs clenched tight. She felt him bind her ankle to the corner post, and then, he moved to the other side of the bed and grabbed her free ankle in his hand. His eyes stared at her naked crotch when he spread her open. She was sure that he’d split her up the middle when he yanked her legs open wide. Alexis tugged on the bondage that kept her body spread in a large “X”. Michael stared between her legs with her pussy exposed to his eyes and her lips were pulled back until her dark hole opened to the bright lights in the room. He climbed on the bed at her waist and lay down the blue vibrator next to her. His hand caressed her inner thigh and slowly moved up and down her thigh. Each time he got closer to her pussy, her pussy grew wetter.

Michael’s large hand covered her sex as he closed his hand onto her mound to squeeze it tight. He felt her pussy get wet. He looked into her eyes when he pulled his hand away. He saw the shocked look on her face even before she cried out. He swung his hand to slap hard into her mound, the palm of his hand as it slapped against her wet pussy with a resounding wet smack rang out in the room. Even Criona gasped.

Alexis couldn’t believe it, but the pain was too real. Michael had slapped her pussy. No one had ever touched her that way before. But Michael wasn’t anyone. He took his pleasure any way he wanted. She didn’t have time to contemplate it any longer as Michael’s hand swung again, this time up underneath her so his hand could strike between her parted lips to attack her inner lips like the sting of a bee. He swung again, five times before he stopped, each time harder than the last, each time Alexis unable to comprehend why her pussy became drenched in her juices. In spite of the tingling of her lips, the flesh swelled beneath his slapping hand. But he wasn’t finished with her yet. He undid each ankle to pull her leg up and back until he tied them to the posts over her head. When he was finished, Alexis’s naked body was bent in two, her legs spread so wide that the crack in her ass had disappeared. It left her anus exposed and vulnerable, just the way Michael wanted it. He began to spank her ass and paid special attention to her anus. If felt like he drove his fingers deep inside her with each crack of his hand on her anus. He did this twenty times and made Alexis count them out and ask for another. By the time he finished, she felt a fiery feeling deep inside her ass. Her ass hole throbbed.

Criona joined Michael on the bed and picked up the vibrator and turned the switch until it roared to life. She handed Michael an anal probe. The long, slim shaft was over six inches long and was curved about half the way down. Michael turned in on, the vibrator and the curved probe began to make oblong circles.

Alexis felt the first vibrator go inside her, Criona gentle as she eased it in her slick pussy. She began to fuck her with it, but Alexis found her body grow taut when she saw what Michael had in his hand. She couldn’t do anything when Michael pressed the tip of the probe against her anus. He had oiled it well, and it slipped easily into her rectum but not without discomfort. Michael held it there as he pressed the button. It sprang to life as the vibrations laced through her anal ring. Alexis never realized that she was so sensitive back there. Then, the probe began to spin in an oblong circle, and the slim probe felt as large as the vibrator in her pussy when it made a wide arc in her tight ass hole. If that wasn’t bad enough, he began to fuck her in the ass with it. The probe went deep into her colon to press hard against the soft walls, but he always drove deeper into the depths of her bowels.

Michael and Criona worked Alexis over; one drove in while the other pulled out, her twin passages reamed by the vibrating toys. Neither hole was ever vacant, the vibrators always hummed away inside her. The one in her ass hole was worse. Michael drove it in so deep that she was sure that it would come out her mouth. All the while it spun wide inside her to stretch her from the inside. It took twenty minutes, but they finally made her cum. She came while dually ravished, her ass hole fucked for the first time, even if it was only a slim probe and not a cock. She came as she tugged on the bondage that kept her bent in half and spread, enjoying the feeling of helplessness. Criona took the tip of the vibrator and ran it over Alexis’s clit until her body shuddered in pleasure.

Michael found it in the closet. He had seen them online. He pulled it out into the center of the room. Criona untied Alexis from the bed, and she knew that it was her turn next. Michael’s hand fondled it as he imagined the pleasure it would bring him. It stood over four feet high, a perfect replica of the stocks they used in the olden days, complete with leg locks. Criona surrendered without a fight; after all, she had bought it. She put her head into the center circle, her two wrists into the ones on the outside. Michael closed the stocks over them and the small padlock that held the two pieces together snapped loudly and proclaimed her secure.

She gulped as she felt the wood stocks trap her head and wrists. She hadn’t tried the stocks, too scared of it when it arrived. Michael pulled her legs wide to place each of them into the round hole, and he secured each one until her legs were spread wide. The stocks made her bend over to leave her ass pushed back, her legs spread wide that opened up her pussy and ass crack. She was sure this wasn’t lost on Michael. He still hadn’t received relief since they masturbated Alexis, and Criona was scared which hole he would use. He seemed fascinated when he played with Alexis’s ass hole, afraid hers would be sodomized for his pleasure.

Michael stood in back of her, admiring the view. Alexis handed him a paddle, the leather paddle lined with metal studs. He swung it against her ass with a resounding thud. Criona bit her lip as she bore the pain. Michael swung again as her cheek grew red; tiny, deep indents in her tender skin revealed where the studs had taken their toll on her soft flesh. Twenty hits with the paddle and her ass cheeks were bright red with large dots from the studs graced her. A rubber slapper was next. Michael took careful aim to drive it up from the ground to hit her between her legs. The stock shook and rattled on the floor as Criona’s body shook from the sudden impact of the rubber slapper as it struck her pussy, her pulled-back pussy lips allowed the slapper to attack her most sensitive flesh. By the time Michael finished hitting her pussy with the slapper, the black rubber glistened with a coat of her juices; the pain became pleasure as Criona took all of the pain of punishment and turned it into pleasure.

Alexis got on her knees in front of Michael to suck his cock and he held her head as her tongue ran over the head and the shaft to make it slick. He’d fuck Criona in the ass, and only Alexis’s spit would help to make it easier. Michael made her gag as he shoved it into her throat, but Alexis did nothing but take it, her hands clenched at her sides as Michael began to fuck her face. She almost forgot why she did this.

Michael’s balls ached for relief. He began to fuck Alexis’s mouth as her tongue did such a good job on his cock with her lips so tight as they slid up and down his shaft. He saw Criona’s tiny ass hole beckon him, and he remembered why Alexis sucked his cock. He pushed her away now that his cock was slick with her spit. He moved behind Criona to push the slick head of his cock against her ass hole. “Relax and take it. It’ll make it less painful.” He shoved hard, and the head of his cock popped into her rectum while she screamed from the sudden shock of being speared in such a tight hole.

She thought he’d torn her when the head of his cock stretched her anal ring until it gripped the head of his cock just beneath the thick ridge that ran around it. She couldn’t stop her muscles as they clenched uncontrollably. She couldn’t move and she was forced to take his cock as Michael slowly and methodically shoved it into her ass hole. The thick head shoved her muscles aside to plunge deep into the hot, dark depths of her bowels. It felt like an iron bar was shoved up her ass, and Michael was relentless when he pulled it back, only to shove it back in deeper and harder. It went on for ten minutes until Criona felt his cock twitch deep inside her guts. The thick shaft felt like a baseball bat stretch her open. And then, Michael began to fuck her hard. He pulled out until her anal ring gripped the head of his cock, but then, he’d shove back in to make Criona take the full measure of his cock as it plunged into the darkest depths of her ass hole.

Michael couldn’t believe the pleasure he felt. Her soft insides gripped his cock with such tenderness to squeeze and clench uncontrollably on his cock as Michael sodomized her with hard strokes. He buried his cock inside her and made Criona gasp when she went from empty to full in seconds, speared in the ass by his cock. He pumped her for ten minutes and made Alexis get down under Criona to eat her pussy as he reamed out her ass hole. Alexis’s fingers tickled his cock as he fucked Criona’s ass hole.

Criona began to feel the pleasure of another girl’s tongue on her pussy. Alexis did a much better job than a man would as she knew exactly where to lick to bring out the lust in her body. Criona’s body surrendered when Alexis sucked her clit into her mouth and tongued it as the pleasure raced through her body. She tightened her ass hole onto Michael’s cock to make him cum so she could feel him shoot his cum in powerful jets in such a shameful place.

Michael couldn’t prolong the orgasm in him any longer, her ass muscles rippled up and down his cock as he fucked her. Alexis did a good job as she incited her lust with her tongue. Michael fucked her hard with three powerful thrusts until he finally buried his cock so deep inside her that he could almost feel it in her stomach. His cock twitched and jerked, and then, he let loose to dump his cum into her colon with a powerful blast.

Criona came when he did when her insides were rubbed raw by his constant pounding and bathed with his hot, salty cum to fill her bowels with his seed. It felt like gallons filled her. Michael pulled back and then shoved back in to spew more cum in her as he did. She came all over Alexis’s tongue, but Alexis didn’t seem to mind and lapped at Corina’s pussy and clit.

Criona could barely stand as Michael let her out of the stocks. The cum dribbled out of her ass hole and the white, milky fluid ran down her thigh.

The girls were exhausted. Michael took Alexis home, her legs barely able to carry her to her door. He kissed her good night, and Michael went home, content for now.





Chapter: 9





Michael Learned Well




Three months had passed, and Michael relished his new role with more women than he knew what to do with. Well, maybe he did know what to do with them; it just took lots of his time. But he enjoyed it, though he had to keep them separate. Alexis had grown more jealous of Criona, so he never mentioned her to Alexis. And Alexis acted like she didn’t know that Michael still played with Criona. But just to make sure that Alexis knew who was boss, he would invite Criona and Alexis over for a delicious threesome that Michael enjoyed, and Alexis never failed to cum in spite of her jealousy. In fact, she did more to make sure that Michael was pleased. He got anything that he desired. And his sexual appetite increased with each passing month.

The girls were different. Criona, who’d taught Michael so much and had introduced him to domination, enjoyed the pain, while Alexis was introduced to the lifestyle by Cynthia that enjoyed the bondage. Michael gave them both what they looked for, the girls always came back for more.

* * * *

Criona

Michael’s condo began to have more and more furniture in his “play” room. That night, Criona visited, and she was in the other room. Michael had a drink and looked out the window while Criona contemplated her position. Michael peeked into the room and enjoyed the sight.

Criona sweated, not so much from the heat, but the exertion of the constant shifting of her body. She was naked. Michael enjoyed her that way. Her arms were high above her head with her wrists tied tightly together with the harsh white rope, pulled up to the hook that Michael installed in the ceiling. It was one of the many hooks that he used for bondage. Her legs were pulled up and tied behind her until Criona was unable to put her feet on the ground. And that was the problem and the reason for all her exertion. She continued to squirm, not to try to get comfortable but to stop the pain. For Michael had mounted her on a board, the top edge shaped almost into a point that was situated between two saw horses. Her thighs straddled the board, and it split her trembling thighs. Michael made sure her pussy lips were parted before he lowered her down onto the board. It cut her like a knife, but Criona continually moved to try to alleviate even a small part of the pain. But the edge wasn’t only sharp, it had ridges and notches cut into it, and Michael had made sure that there were slivers of wood still along the edge. One of them stuck in the side of one of her inner pussy lips. Each movement along the board only made it worse, but if she stayed still, it was too painful to stay that way for more than long seconds. So for the last half hour, Criona rode the board, the wood now slick with her juices and mixed with some blood from the sharp splinters that pierced her inner pussy lips.

Michael went in after fifteen minutes to pull Criona’s arms forward and force her body on an angle along the board until her clit now rode the ridge. He left her grunting in pain as she continued to rock back and forth on the board.

She came once, unable to stop her body from reacting, pain as much as pleasure raced through her body as her clit was tortured by the board. But it only made it worse, her pussy and clit now sensitive after her orgasm, tenderer as her hips involuntarily moved back and forth to make her pussy ride the harsh wood. She was relieved when Michael opened the door and he was naked as his hand stroked his cock when he gazed at her. She knew he’d want his pleasure from her.

“By the look of how wet the board is, Criona, you must have cum at least once. How do you like riding the board?” He stroked his cock as he watched her sweat-drenched body balance precariously on the sharp ridge.

She could never lie to Michael, and he knew more of what turned her body on than she did. He always thought of imaginative ways to give her the combination of pain and pleasure that she craved. “It hurts,” she cried as tears ran down her face. “It hurts good,” she admitted.

“I think you can cum once more for me while you’re riding it.” Michael took the ginger root that he had carved in the kitchen. It was shaped like a long cock, a ridge cut into the shaft about an inch from of the end. He had left some of the bumps on it. “Do you know what this is?” He showed her the ginger root.

“NNNNOO,” but she suspected where it would go. Michael was very anal and not in a psychological way but a physical way. She had learned that well when Michael took her in the ass when she was trapped in the stocks. By the shape of the root, he was going to put it inside her ass.

“It’s ginger root. As you can see from the shape, it’s going up your ass. The little ridge is to make sure that it stays in place. Your sphincter will tighten on the ridge to keep it in place. After a minute or two, you’ll feel the burning. It’s going to stay inside you for ten minutes, and I’m sure during that time you will have trouble staying still. I’ve been told that it also makes you horny, though I don’t think that has ever been your problem, but it should help you to ride the board for another orgasm.” Michael dipped the ginger root in a glass of water. It would allow it to slip inside her without too much trouble, but the water would quickly dissipate, so she would feel the full effects of the ginger on her sensitive anal passage.

Criona couldn’t protest and groaned as she felt Michael’s wet finger on her anus. She felt the uncomfortable pressure on her backside and then moaned as his finger shoved inside her anal ring and entered her as it squirmed back and forth until his finger pushed inside her rectum and pressed on her muscles. It didn’t hurt but just felt unnatural to have something shoved in that hole instead of out. He only kept his finger in her for a few moments, just to get her accustom to having something inside her. She almost felt empty when he took his finger out, but it didn’t last long when she felt something harder and larger press to gain entrance to her rectum.

Michael watched as her anal ring fought the intrusion, but he was relentless and pushed harder until the ginger root popped inside her ass hole. Her body jerked when it entered her so suddenly and the root forced her forward until her pussy rubbed on the board.

It was much larger than his finger and harder as it pushed aside all of her clenching muscles to pop into her rectum. She couldn’t do anything as he pressed it deeper inside her until Criona felt it stretch her from the inside as Michael’s forced the root so deep. She could feel the ridges on the root as they passed through her anal ring to stretch her out then her ring shrank to grip the shaft of the root almost lovingly until it received the next ring. It took Michael five minutes. Criona was sure that he did it on purpose as Criona’s body was on edge as he filled her ass hole with the root. “EEEGG.” Her sphincter suddenly shrunk down to grip the ridge on the root to trap it in her body. She wouldn’t be able to force it out. Then, she felt the burning sensation. It grew gradually and became quite uncomfortable, especially since it was new and unexpected. The thickest part of the root was trapped inside her to stretch her guts open. “It burns,” but she knew Michael wouldn’t stop it as he enjoyed her discomfort too much.

Michael watched Criona as the ginger root went to work on her. Her hips began to dance as her gasps of pain grew louder when her pussy and clit were rubbed raw as her ass hole burned. When she slowed down, he would tap the end of the ginger root to snap it painfully inside her guts until she began to move her hips again for him. To keep her moving, he began to spank her ass. That was all that was needed. “It’s called figging, Criona. And you do it so lovely.”

She hated that he was right, but the combination of the burning in her guts, the spanking on her ass and her hips masturbating her raw pussy on the sharp board made her hornier than she had ever been. It was hard to believe that she had just cum only a half hour ago. She rocked back and forth on the board, her clit in constant contact with the rough wood, her inner pussy lips pierced by one sharp splinter that felt like it was going in and out of her each time she moved, but she came for Michael, just as he planned for her. Her pussy gushed juices all over the board when Michael snapped at the ginger root so it pushed painfully in her bowels, but it didn’t dampen her orgasm. She rode the board through her orgasm and came unashamedly for Michael until she slumped down on the board, sexually and physically exhausted. Michael pulled out the ginger root but did it slowly to make her feel every ridge and bump on it when it pulled through her swollen anal ring. Even when it was gone, the lingering effects were still felt in her guts for long minutes.

Michael finally took her off the board and had to hold her body up as he released her from the tight bondage. He carried her body over to the bed to lay her in the center of it. She didn’t try to stop him as he tied her arms behind her back. He straddled her hips with his knees and took his hard cock and pressed it between her cheeks.

She felt the hot head of his cock between her cheeks and expected to feel his cock in her ass hole. Instead, he pushed it lower to find her wet and sore pussy. With a powerful shove, he forced half of his cock into her. He kept her legs together, her sore pussy even tighter as he fucked her for fifteen minutes. She kept her pussy muscles tight for him as he grunted on top of her. He finally dumped his cum inside her, the hot, salty cum burned as it soaked into her abraded flesh.

* * * *

Alexis

She stood next to Michael, clad only in sheer black panties just the way Michael liked them, tight and clinging to her ass cheeks and mound. The curtains were open to the city skyline, the buildings across the way all ablaze with lights in their windows. Alexis wondered how many voyeurs watched her through telescopes and how many of them were perverts. Michael sat on a stool next to her as his hands slid over her ass cheeks so provocatively and made her pussy get wet as his fingertips played so near to her crotch. Michael never failed to excite and surprise her and took her sexually to places she’d never been before or even fathomed. He had found her weakness, bondage. Every time Michael tied her up, it excited her beyond imagination to be so vulnerable. And Michael took advantage of it each time to drive unbelievable orgasms from her body. She looked over at the bed and the pile of ropes on the corner of it. Thank God that it was cold and she could wear long sleeves tomorrow and hide the marks that the rope would make and slacks to cover her ankles.

“Spread your legs.” Michael said it so calmly, as if every girl should instantly obey and spread her legs for him. And they did, Alexis far from the exception. In fact, she obeyed the quickest, eager to please Michael. He ran his hands up one thigh to tease along her crotch and back down the other. He reached back up to her crotch; this time, his large hand gripped her sex like a bowling ball as his fingers found her panties damp with her desire. She began to rock back and forth on his hand as her hips moved without Alexis even realizing it when her body took over. He released her pussy and his hands moved up to the waist band of her panties to hook into it and slowly draw them down her body. He watched as the sheer material pulled from her pussy lips and her juices left a wet spot on the inside. He drew them down her legs until they dangled on her ankles.

She felt the cool air blow on her sex, a reminder of the cold air on the other side of the large windows. She stood naked before him as he inspected her intimately as he always did. Her pussy was shorn of hairs. Michael made her do it in front of him. She looked down, still uncomfortable with being shorn. It made her mound so much more pronounced and her slit always seemed to glisten with her juices.

“Lie on the bed.” He watched as she walked over to the bed as the gentle sway of her naked ass cheeks almost hypnotized him. She climbed on the bed, no shame as her legs spread, a perfect view of her pussy from behind and the dark treasure that lay between her parted cheeks. She started to turn over, but Michael stopped her. “No. On your stomach tonight.”

She looked at him as a shiver ran through her body. Will tonight be the night that he would take my anal virginity? He had often teased her with the way his fingers sought out her backside to probe her with long fingers and anal probes as if he prepared her for something much bigger, his cock. She still obeyed without question, willing to sacrifice anything to him. While Michael might only be in lust with her, she was in love with him. She felt the cool sheets on her nipples as she flattened out. She waited for his orders; Michael didn’t like it when she tried to anticipate his demands.

“Put your arms to the corners of the bed.”

She did as he said and stretched out to the two top corners. Michael got up and moved over to the bed. His hands ran over her ass cheeks before she felt him secure the ropes around her slim wrists to pull them tight until they dug into her flesh. She felt the tug on the rope as he secured them to the bedpost on each corner of the bed. She pulled on them and found her arms spread wide and secure.

Michael moved to the foot of the bed, but his eyes never left her naked ass cheeks as his cock throbbed for release from his pants. He wouldn’t strip naked until he’d tied her tight to tease himself. He grabbed one ankle and felt her leg going limp as she surrendered to him. His eyes stared up between her legs as he parted them and pulled her open wide until her one leg touched the edge of the bed. He twisted the rope around her ankle to pull the other end of the rope around the corner bedpost and pulled until her leg stretched taut. He tied the rope tight. Her pussy was spread open; her hairless mound revealed the juices that flowed from her spread lips.

She looked back at him as he moved to the other side of the bed, his large hand easily encircled her other ankle. And then, he spread her, wider and wider until her pussy lips pulled back, the crack in her ass almost disappeared by the time he had her leg spread to the other side of the bed. Her crotch ached, but she didn’t complain. She wanted it as much as he did. She almost came when she felt the rope on her other leg and Michael pulled it out as he tied it to the other bedpost. She couldn’t move if she had to. And that is how she liked it. She watched him as he undressed and carefully stroked his naked cock when he saw her look at him. His thick cock grew under his masturbating hand.

Michael got naked and made sure Alexis watched when he took out the oil and ran it over his cock until it was slick and shiny. He sat down on the bed next to her hip and rubbed oil over her ass cheeks and down her barely visible crack. His hands reached over and began to massage the taut flesh and paid special attention to slide a finger up and down her crack. His finger would pass over her anus but would move away to leave her tiny anus quiver with expectation. She knew what was coming.

His finger pressed hard against her anus. It was slick with oil. Alexis felt his finger sucked into her rectum before she could even gasp. It didn’t hurt; Michael had done this often. It was more the fear that she knew that he prepared her for something bigger, much bigger. The finger pressed deep inside her as Michael twisted and turned it as Alexis felt the ridges of his knuckles press against the soft insides of her ass hole. One finger became two and her anal ring was forced to spread wider as the large part of his knuckles passed through. Bound and spread as she was, there wasn’t anything she could do except take the finger that probed her. After long minutes of two fingers that fucked in and out of her ass hole, a third finger joined the other two. “MMMM,” she moaned in pain as her anal ring stretched wide to accommodate the thick fingers. Michael dug them deep into her bowels to twist and turn them as her muscles fought to keep them out as much even though she tried to relax them.

She was so tight, luckily his fingers were slick. He felt her muscles ripple up and down his fingers as he pressed deep into her hot, tight bowels. He had three fingers in her before he finally took them out, her tiny anus now red from the probing. Michael was ready and so was Alexis.

Alexis felt the bed sag as Michael got on it to kneel between her spread legs. She felt his body press along hers, the unmistakable presence of his hot cock on her ass cheeks made her tremble in fear. She felt his hand between their bodies, and then, she felt it. The thick head of his cock slid up and down the crack of her ass before it settled against her anus. It felt huge compared to even three fingers, unsure that he would be able to get it inside her without tearing her and that made her more fearful.

“Relax, Alexis, and try to accommodate me.” Michael pressed his body down on hers as his hips forced his cock to batter at the gates of her ass hole. He felt his cock bend, so his hand slipped between them to fist it to keep it rigid. He pushed with his hips again; this time, he was more successful.

“SEEETTTHH,” Alexis cried as she sucked in air through her tightly clenched lips when she felt the thick head of his cock stretch her so wide that she felt her anus burn. “SSSCRRECCHH,” she stuffed her head into the mattress to try to quell the scream from her mouth, the pain almost too much to bear as the thick head of his cock popped into her rectum. She felt her anal ring stretched tight around the shaft of his cock to trap it as it jerked in her tight ass hole. God, it felt huge and that was just the head of it.

Her muscles rippled around the head of his cock to feel like a tight band as they clenched and unclenched uncontrollably from the penetration. He began to probe deeper, and a groan from Alexis showed he succeeded to push another inch of cock inside her as he fought her muscles when he took her virgin hole. He pulled out and then pushed back in, two inches forced inside her. He would retreat then shove back in; each time, he penetrated her deeper. He visited places in her guts that were never meant to be touched from the outside. He had over three-quarters of his cock inside her guts as the hot, tight hole gripped his cock in a hot blanket.

She almost felt like gulping as her ass hole was forced to swallow over six inches of thick, unyielding cock. It hurt as much coming out as it did going in, each time he went deeper into her guts until she felt the cramps in her stomach as his rigid cock straightened out her intestines. She’d never felt such a thing. If felt like a giant log was shoved up her ass, and it sawed in and out to take her as she lay there spread and bound. Michael began to fuck her and made her take the full measure of his cock, as he buried the head of his cock deep in her bowels and gave her punishing cramps when the thick head jerked in the hot confines of her guts. It felt like he pulled her guts out when he withdrew and paused as her anal ring clutched to the thick head. Then, he would thrust back in with such power that it took Alexis’s breath away.

Michel couldn’t believe how much pleasure her ass hole brought him. He pulled back, so he could watch the way her anal ring clung to his shaft as it pulled out only to shove back in as her ass hole swallowed up the full measure of his cock until his balls slapped against her pussy from behind. He couldn’t contain his lust any longer and fucked her ass hard. His balls ached, and he needed release. His hands slid under her body to find her pussy, not surprised to feel the bed beneath her soaked in her juices. His fingers began to stroke her and enjoyed the way her insides tightened on his cock to increase his pleasure and send him closer to cumming. He pumped harder and harder as his stomach slapped nosily against her naked flesh as he sodomized her with deep, punishing strokes. And she took each one with her ass shoved up submissively as much as the bondage would allow whiles he played her clit like a fine musical instrument.

They came together. Michael blasted her bowels with jets of ropey cum deep inside to send her over the edge. He continued to fuck her, her ass hole. She was slick now that he’d cum when he shoved inside to bury his cockhead deep inside her and fill her with a sperm enema. She came on his hand to soak it as the pleasure raced through her body. Alexis was surprised that she could cum while being sodomized.

Michael kept his cock in her for long minutes as he fought her muscles natural instincts to push him out. Alexis’s ass muscles finally won as his semi-limp cock popped out of her ass hole nosily. His milky white cum followed to run down her thighs to soak the bed and mix with her juices.

* * * *

“I hear you’re making all of the ladies happy?” Melissa Lassiter sat down next to Michael in the company’s dining room for lunch.

Michael looked up as his cock grew hard at the thought of her. “Now who told you that?” Michael smiled.

“Even Professor Thompson sings your praise. And I hear you keep Criona and Alexis happy beyond their wildest expectations.”

“I only did what was natural as if I always had the power.”

“I saw that in you when I hired you. It didn’t take long for you to realize it.” Melissa changed the conversation. There was no more to be said.


