Over The Boss' Knee Page 5

  "Oh yes. Way. Pet." He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and he tapped the head of his cock against her stubborn and very closed lips. His heavy thighs threw warmth like an electric blanket over her breasts that squeezed between the muscles she could feel beneath his black jeans. "I see you need convincing," he said darkly.

  She shook her head. No way was she going to gag, sucking on his thick cock. "You can just stop this whole thing right now!" she exclaimed, turning her lips away from the smooth, hot head. "You've got nothing to blackmail me with anymore. And I don't think sucking your big cock is arousing at all," she added for emphasis.

  He laughed, letting go of her hair and grabbing her chin to pull her lips back to his cock. "You think my dick is big, pet?"

  "Quit calling me that," she mumbled around the hot skin of his cock pressed to her lips. Then he pushed forward when she opened her mouth to speak and it acted as if she'd just given the slit on his cock a kiss. She tried to push back with her teeth and tongue, but the unyielding knob stayed just past the surface of her mutinous lips.

  "But you are my pet," he said in a silky voice above her.

  No way was she going to answer and have him push his stiff penis further inside her mouth. So she just made a negative sound in her throat. He shifted above her, and then all at once she felt a pinch and accompanying sting on the tip of her nipple, on her right breast. She squealed and his invading cock pushed further into her mouth. It was so hot and big.

  Her wide eyes shot darts up at him. The thought taunted her that she should bite him. Something must have shown in her gaze about her thoughts of retaliation.

  "It seems we have a standoff, pet."

  Then he hissed and she realized he was making the sound because of the intense pleasure he’d felt having her lips pressed around the head of his cock. Or it could be the little lick she’d taken with her tongue. Well ... where else was her tongue supposed to go, there wasn't much room.

  And, yes, her pussy was throbbing.

  "Trust," he uttered, and it seemed hard for him to form the word as his green eyes slashed down on her with intense lust.

  She knew what he meant. Trust she would not bite him, but also the immense trust involved when he dominated her, which got her so hot. She pouted inwardly. Blow jobs sucked. Ha, ha. But the rest of it, just thinking what he might do to her. Maybe come back again. Maybe fuck her like she so ached to be fucked again.

  "Mm-okay-mm," she mumbled around the head of his cock. She'd suck his stupid big cock.

  "Just lick the head." His voice was growled as he pulled the width out of her mouth. But not taking it very far.

  Her lips burned a little as she tasted the musky taste of him on her tongue. She was surprised he hadn't pushed it further inside her mouth. Tentatively she lapped her tongue outward, licking him. She visibly saw him tremor and suck his breath inward. The head of his cock was kind of nice, she decided, when it wasn't all shoved up inside her mouth. The fact she was tied up and sort of forced to lick her tongue around the warm head of his cock was playing aroused tango inside her sex. The beating aches made her hips squirm.

  "So you don't like sucking cock then?" he asked in a voice strained with desire. He held the base of his shaft moving it around with her tongue.

  She loved the way each lick seemed to affect his body or eyes, though she could not see his entire face with the ski mask on. She could only see his mouth and his intense green irises. She paused her licking.

  "It is so big and my mouth is so tiny," she tried, very pleased with herself. She would stroke his ego now, and then maybe she'd get out of this ...

  "Pet, that is a terrible excuse and an outright fib," he declared, with gruff censure in his voice. "How am I going to trust you?"

  Tess frowned as he pushed the hot head of his dick against her lips, obviously demanding she continue to lap her tongue over the head with some type of slavish worship. That thought made a tingle race through her body, straight into her needy pussy. She licked around the deep ridges and veins. She was tied up and naked, while forced to do his bidding. She'd never tell him how hot it was. She purred her lips against the head.

  "Okay," she admitted, moving her lips against the hot skin. "No one likes to gag and I don't know what to do with it all up inside my mouth." She batted her eyelashes at him and his handsome lips drew into a side sneer.

  "Better," he uttered, squinting his eyes on a particularly long and slow slide of her tongue. "I want you to learn." He pushed his hips forward, pressing inside her mouth. She didn’t try to stop him this time. "Every little pet should know how to lick her man's cock," he groaned.

  Her man? He seemed unaware of the slip, but those words slid through her with growing potency. At the very least he was coming back to play. Did she mind that? He withdrew his cock-head and gave her a bit of space, and then he pushed forward again. Mmm, he was training her. Out of nowhere, she felt his fingers playing with her nipple. This time twirling, not pinching, and she moaned with desire spiking from the tip straight into her horny sex.

  He must have been reaching behind him, because his fingers played deeper; groping her breast as he slowly pulled the head of his cock in and out of her mouth. The more he played with her breasts, at the same time his shaft pushed over her lips, the more she got into the entire captive play.

  "That's it, pet. Suck on it." Her muscular, masked intruder groaned. Tess sucked deeper. His cock was so hot and big in her mouth, she imagined it stuffing her pussy and stretching her deep. She moaned and slurped his cock more. Leaving her mark.

  He would come back after this.

  "If you take my cum in your mouth, and swallow it ... I will come back, pet."

  Her eyes widened in complete surprise. Her mouth formed an o, and just that shape allowed his cock to slide further inward. His chuckle was sexual and dark ... and promising. If she didn't do it, he wouldn’t come back. If she did do it, she would be succumbing to his dominance. Showing him that she ...

  She didn't think it through, she just knew — her body knew what it wanted, and she craned her head upward to suck him deep into her mouth. He was bigger than any other cock she'd been introduced too, however the accompanying yucky gag feelings she might have expected never came.

  "Oh yeah, pet," he groaned. "You’re mine."

  She worked his cock in her mouth, hurting her neck some, but she didn’t give up. Just hearing him declare she was his did something to her sexual arousal. It made it soar and heat up with deep molten throbs inside her sex. Oh God, she wanted him to fuck her and fuck her hard.

  Mike crimped his eyes in ecstasy. Man the woman could suck cock, when she put her mind to it. Little Miss Prim and Proper Secretary, Tess Brown, tied up and sucking his cock like a Hoover Agent, just so he'd come back and diddle her some more. It was the lottery of all lotteries. And he braced his palms on the wall behind the bed, angling his hips forward so Tess' hot and wet mouth could suck his cock deep, while he tried not to squeal like a girl having a climax. He failed. But not a squeal, more like a Hillbilly yell crammed down his throat.

  Then his jissom was bucking free, ejaculating down Tess’ throat as he held his shaft planted deep into her mouth. Just knowing she hadn't wanted too, but did it anyway, made it so much better. He might have been a fool, but he ripped his ski mask off and he stared down at her with her mouth full of his softening cock. Her pretty eyes widened.

  He got the impression that it took her a moment of trying to focus on him to figure out who he was. Then he saw the dawning of recognition and of all things an accompanying blush as he pulled his dick free from her lips. They both paused ... suspended. He was probably waiting for her to reject his nerdy self, but then her lips parted.

  "Did your pet do it right, sir? I loved your big hard cock," she purred.

  The End. I found my story naturally ended there ... But!

  Being the hedonist I am, I had to HAVE the rest of that sex scene. So...

  You will find it below.

  Tes
s looked up at the crimped dark waves framing Benchcroft Media's head of security, Mike (something.) She wasn't certain she knew his last name. But boy, did she know him: six foot of nice build below a handsome face. This was Mr. Blackmailer!

  She knew her blush turned her face red. Anonymity was one thing, but looking at coworker right in his good-looking face, while tied up bare-ass naked beneath him was, well ...

  Hot.

  "You did fair, for your first time," he said with his voice sounding hoarse. "As my pet I will expect you to practice often."

  She felt kind of proud of herself as she peered up at him, wondering where they would go now. "You took your mask off," she whispered.

  "Trust," he uttered once, lowering one hand to stroke the side of her cheek. Then he rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip and asked as if the subject had been changed, "You want to play?"

  "I'm so horny." She moaned with as much meaning as she could.

  "Who are you horny for?" he asked, beginning to move from his crouch over her.

  She watched him toss the ski mask into the corner of her bedroom, and then he began to pull his dark tee shirt off. Defined six-pack abs greeted her appreciative gaze as the muscles in his arms bulged, then relaxed, as he got the tee shirt over his head. She was instantly attracted to his workout build, but the part that drew her gaze was his abdomen muscles following a v-shape down into his low-slung jeans.

  "You," she rasped, wetting her lips. "I'm horny for you."

  She’d seen him around work, but she'd never imagined he had that body under his work clothes. Excitement tingled through her as he pulled his jeans open. Her hips rolled as she watched him free his cock, which was hard again. The stiff erection promised her relief and she felt more dampness wet her pussy lips as she twisted her bound wrists with the need to touch herself. Such sweet and agonizing torture.

  Her hips humped toward the promise of that hard cock. "Fuckme," she pleaded, blurring her words with need.

  "Do that some more," he said, grabbing his cock and stroking it a few times as though taunting her with it. "Beg me some more, pet."

  She opened her legs wider, showing him the prize. "Please, please fuck me." He reached down and he began groping her breast and her eyes crimped with pleasure. "Please, Mike," she panted. "Fuck me with your big hard cock." She'd used his name, maybe that would entice him too ...

  "You know my name," his voice uttered in surprise.

  He plucked her nipple and she tried to look up at him. "Yes, I know it." He looked intense, but not in a happy or turned on way. Maybe she shouldn't have used his name. But she could barely think why not. She thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend stuff by now.

  "Damn." His lips compressed as his hand left her breast.

  He knelt on the side of the bed, grabbing her hip and pushing her over as far as her bound wrists would allow.

  "Mike!" she squealed. "What's wrong?"

  Something hard and unbendable slapped against her ass. "Ow!"

  Slap!Slap!

  It was a ...

  Slap! Slap!

  "Ow, ow!"

  A hair brush! Her hair brush.

  Slap!Slap!

  "Mike! Ow!Ow!"

  "You're not going to fucking tell anyone," he demanded in a suppressed shout. "I didn't think you'd know my fucking name."

  Slap!Slap!

  "I won't, I won't," she squealed.

  Slap!Slap!Slap!

  "I won't! I swear!" Mr. Carlson had never slapped her ass this hard. It stung and burned. "Please! I won't, I won't ever tell anyone!"

  The brush stopped swatting as she gasped through her tears, while her pussy shuddered for release. What was it about her sex getting hot over spanking? That hurt! But the curling aches in her sex said otherwise as Mike's hand rubbed her ass.

  "You swear." His voice was growly and petulant.

  "I'm your pet," she tried. "I would never tell!" His finger touched the back lips of her pussy. "Oh, Mike," she moaned.

  "You wanted it that bad?" His finger prodded inside her, stroking the ache.

  She moaned, feeling his finger inside her, looking over her shoulder at him with her tears drying on her cheeks. "Yes I want it. I want you." She willed him to believe.

  "Fuck, you're hot," he said, pushing two delicious fingers inside her, and she gasp, pushing back on them.

  Mike loved the red spots on Tess soft ass as he fucked three fingers inside her creaming sheath. She'd freaked him out for a minute. The illicitness of what he was doing had caught up to him for a second, because he'd never thought Tess knew his name. Yeah, he’d expected her to recognize him as the working grunt she saw around sometimes. But something about her knowing his name had seemed more revealing.

  But now with his fingers in her pussy as she humped back on them like a needy slut, he decided to be flattered, instead of freaked out. He still had her where he wanted her even after he'd taken his mask off in the heat of passion. He'd been hot alright and he couldn’t remember the last time he'd gotten hard again, this fast, after shooting his wad. He just needed to keep remembering, though he was not completely used to it, that Tess was under his control. And she pretty much liked it.

  He watched her pussy lips puffing outward and reddening as he worked his fingers inside her. Her pink ass hole peeked at him with every hump she pushed back on his fingers. Inside she was tight and wet. Just where his cock wanted to be and he rose on his knees. It was nearly the perfect height to side fuck her.

  "You want this, pet?" He pushed the head of his cock against her pussy lips.

  "Put it in me," she pleaded. "Fuck me hard. Fuckme."

  Mike liked the sound of that. Most women acted to dainty and he couldn’t say he'd ever rammed his cock the way he'd like too. He grabbed her round ass and he thrust forward. The moan she made urged him on. Her pussy gave way to his thicker cock, then closed around it with a drag that was gut-clenching.

  "Oh, babe," he groaned, forgetting the game.

  "Fuck me!" she mewled wiggling on his cock.

  Then they were lost in the fucking. He drove into her cunt, while she pushed back. The bed bounced as his thighs slapped her sideways turned ass with each plunge he took. He watched her plump breasts bouncing as her hot pussy squeezed around his thrusting cock.

  They were both grunting at the same time, with each inward thrust. He humped her hard, right up against her red spanked ass cheeks, until she was panting and squealing at the same moment. He wasn't sure if she was cumming. He didn't care. All he cared about was the plunge, and then drag on his hard shaft, driving him higher, making his hips go faster as he pushed down on her thighs making her pussy even tighter.

  The grip squeezed up his shaft, so tight and molten hot, and then the pressure tugged at the head of his cock. Over and over as he rocked his little secretary's tight ass. The slapping against his thighs pounded with his heartbeat as the burn started up his shaft.

  "Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned, ejaculating hard, while holding his spurting cock deep in Tess' pussy.

  Now really it is: The End.