Is there anything as sweet as leaving the office late Friday afternoon, going out to meet the guys for some beers and knowing that the evening, the whole weekend, is just stretched out ahead waiting for you? Friday night, then Saturday sleeping late, maybe some football in the park, tooling around, meeting someone for dinner…
“Mr. Narr, Ms Morzhay said she wanted to see you before you left for the day.”
I stopped, not ten paces away from the door that led from the offices of Morzhay Cosmetics and out to freedom.
“She did? Now? Oh. Thank you Jennifer.” Goddamn it.
With Morzhay’s secretary looking at me with a knowing grin, I couldn’t just make a run for it and disobey the boss’ direct summons. But calling me in for a sudden meeting like this on a Friday afternoon was not a good sign. When they wanted to axe you at Morzhay, they did it on a Friday afternoon, so by the time you realized what had happened, they’d all be safely away from the office.
Still, I’d only been here two months. I couldn’t believe I could have screwed up so badly in that time to warrant the boot, and I certainly hadn’t heard anything through the grapevine. In fact, I thought things had been going rather well. I’d just got Morzhay some choice shelf space in one of the larger local drugstore chains, and sales overall were up 12 per cent since I’d started. What could I have done?
I couldn’t read much in Jennifer’s face. The receptionist was a copy of her boss, cool and distant, haughty, with that same superior stare that could make you feel like crawling under a rock. Jennifer was taller, almost six feet, and she was a blond whereas Lilah’s hair was a dark and rich chestnut. But they both projected the same air of style and sophistication that was everything in this business. Jennifer was more feminine, maybe prettier in a conventional sense. But then, she was the first face visitors to the company saw, so it was only right that she be drop-dead gorgeous.
Not that Jen had anything on Lilah Morzhay. The former model who’d parlayed her career into a multimillion dollar company might have lost some of her ingénue freshness, but she had gained a more womanly beauty, richer and riper than she’d had in her younger days. Her model’s body had filled out, and she knew just when and how to use it to her best advantage, subtly but skillfully. Although Lilah tried to disguise her beauty in her conservative dress, sensible glasses, and a businesslike demeanor, the curves and bulges which showed so obviously through her tailored outfits had caused more than one male to lose track of the subject at a company meeting. Females too, or so I’d heard.
But towards her employees, Lilah was all business, a fact I reminded myself of as I walked through the crowd of people making their happy way to a weekend of freedom. As they passed by me a few shot me curious looks. “Forgot something.” I said with an apologetic grin. “Forgot some work.” No need to tell them that Lilah was calling me on the carpet.
Lilah’s office was at the far corner of the floor, and by the time I got there, just about everyone had left the office. Her door was usually open, unless she was conducting critical business. I found it disconcertingly ajar, as if she was expecting me, as if something important were about to happen. Important and probably bad.
I knocked on the open door. “Ms. Morzhay?”
She was on the phone, her glasses low on her nose, her rich brown hair pinned up atop her head. She glanced up at me and beckoned me in while maintaining her conversation on the phone. “No dear, that’s not enough. That won’t do. Well that’s not my problem, Darling, it’s his, and he knows it. Tell him also that if he doesn’t like it he can shove it. You got that, Darling? I’m not negotiating with that cheap asshole any more. If he doesn’t like it, he can talk to legal!” and with that she cut off the call, pressing the hang-up switch with her fingers but keeping the phone to her ear.
“Come in, Rob.” she said, glancing up over her glasses at me. “Come in. Just taking care of some last minute business. before the weekend.”
Without missing a beat she punched a button in the phone and said. “Jen, hold all calls. Tell them I’ve already left. Yes, he’s here now. See that I’m not disturbed. That’s a dear.”
She hung up the phone. “Now, Rob, how are you? Have a seat, please.”
“Er… Jennifer said you wanted to see me?” I said, sinking into one of the leather chairs that faced her desk.
“Yes.” She stood up from her desk and stretched. I couldn’t help but notice her full breasts pressing against the tight material of her blouse. I quickly tore my eyes away. One of Lilah’s most intimidating weapons was the way she used her body, and it was fascinating to watch her work even when you were the victim. It must have been her model’s training, but it all looked so natural. I suspected that every gesture was well-calculated and that she always knew exactly how she looked and exactly the effect she was having. Lilah was like that.
She gave me a good look, then said. “God, it’s been an absolutely hellacious week. First those assholes at DRG with their asinine ad campaign, trying to sell Morzhay Cosmetics like we’re some sort of hemorrhoid cream, and now the European expansion is running into some sort of Irish mafia who’s trying to stiff me on the contract price.”
Then she suddenly seemed to relax. Her features softened and she said, “Well, that’s what I’m paid for, isn’t it? Listen, would you like a drink? I know I would.”
I was a little surprised. I’d been in her office many times before, but had never noticed a bar, and Lilah wasn’t the type to keep a bottle in her lower left hand drawer. But I said “Sure.” When your boss invites to have a drink, you don’t say no.
She went to a door at the far end of the office. I’d always assumed that it led to a storage room of some sort, but she stepped into it and I heard the clink of ice into glasses.
“What’ll it be?” she called out. “ Scotch okay?”
I could tell just from the way her voice sounded that the space was a lot bigger than a supply pantry.
“Uh, sure. Yeah, that would be fine.”
“Good.” She called out. “Do you like single-malt? I just happen to have some lovely stuff they sent me over from the Glasgow office. It’s the only kind I can drink. Water?”
“A splash, please.”
“Good. Just the way I take it.” she said, coming out with the drinks. She handed one to me and smiled, raising an eyebrow mysteriously. “Here’s to a…successful…relationship between us.”
“Sure.” I said uncertainly and we both drank.
Well, it looked like I wasn’t going to be axed; at least not then. As far as I know, your boss doesn’t have a drink with you before telling your to clean out your desk. But I still didn’t know what I was doing there, and she knew it, and seemed to enjoy it.
“Good scotch.” I said, just to say something.
“You like it? I’ll give you a bottle. They sent me a whole case.”
She leaned against her desk, holding her drink and still looking at me with that bemused smile. I realized with embarrassment and excitement that she was checking me out. Lilah Morzhay was checking me out!
“How long have you been with us now, Rob? About two months, is it?”
“Yes.” I said, trying not to stare at her legs. “Two months this Monday.”
“You’ve put in a lot of hours since you’ve started here, and I thank you for the hard work.. Tell me,” she said with a slight smile, “your wife doesn’t get jealous of your job?”
“No, well… I’m not married.” I said.
“Oh yes, that’s right. How could I have forgotten.” She seemed to find this amusing as she thought it over, still looking at me. “Well, I’m very pleased with your work so far. That deal you swung with Medco has really paid off. We’re up 12 per cent for the quarter. That’s paid for the whole European expansion.”
“Thanks, Ms Morzhay. I think we can do better, too. I’m working on Bettinger’s, and the ads we’re running in Trend have raised our brand rec up to 90 per cent among that demo.”
“Is that right” she said, again raising that eyebrow. But I had the feeling that she wasn’t listening to what I was saying.
“That’s excellent.” She said, then took a sip of her drink and placed the glass on her desk, folding her arms over her chest.
“I’ll tell you why I wanted to speak with you.” she said. “I have plans for you. Carl’s been working awfully hard too, and it looks like he’s gpoing to be retiring soon. Very soon. Wants to spend more time with his wife and kids, that sort of thing.”
WIfe and kids. Right. Carl had two daughters away at school and a wife who hated him.
“Oh?” I said innocently.
“I think you’d be perfect to take his place as manager of the home district. What would you think of that?”
Manager of the home district would mean a big hike in pay, a better office, a lot of perks. “I’d say that would be great, Ms Morzhay! Just great! I’ve got a lot of ideas I’d like to…”
“I’d also like you to consider a more intimate relationship between you and I.” she smiled and I suddenly felt goose bumps run up the back of my neck.
“Are you familiar with my cabinet?” she asked. “I have a few close advisors whom I rely on for help and advice in running the company. We kind of jokingly refer to it as the Cabinet. I’d like to include you. Do you think you could handle that?”
Okay, maybe somewhere deep down I’d expected a promotion, or maybe just wished for it. But this was an invitation beyond my wildest dreams. Morzhay’s cabinet was a circle of maybe five or six of her closest advisers. If Morzhay had gone public they’d be known as the Board of Directors, but since Lilah still owned 66% of the company, they were simply called the Cabinet. Most of these people had been associated with Morzhay from the start, and, frankly, I was shocked to be offered anything so big so soon.
“I…I don’t know what to say, Ms Morzhay.” I stammered.
“Lilah” she corrected. “At least in this office, please call me Lilah. In front of others, I prefer Ms. Morzhay.” “Ms. Morzhay…Lilah…I don’t know what to say!”
She smiled coyly. “Well, why don’t you think it over. You are interested, though?”
“Yes, of course, by all means!”
She got up and came around to the front of her desk and posed herself against it. Again that sly expectant smile. “Of course your acceptance into the cabinet is contingent on certain requirements.”
“Requirements?” I asked.
She cocked her head, “Oh, nothing I think you can’t handle. We look for a certain level of business acumen and intelligence, which I think you’ve demonstrated. Also…compatibility, loyalty, discretion. Mostly it’s a character thing. I look for people who I can get along with, who are willing to work with me. Does that sound like you?”
“Well, sure. I mean, if you’re looking for a team player…”
She reached and picked up her drink and waved it at me to cut me off.
“You can drop that MBA bullshit as of now, Rob.” she said. “I run this company from my gut instincts, and I’ve done pretty well. I’ve been watching you, and my gut tells me that you’re the man I’m looking for, which is someone who’s in tune with me, someone who I don’t have to explain things to fifty times a day, someone who doesn’t deal in bullshit and who can read me like a book and anticipate what I’m thinking and what I want.”
Again the chills flashed up to my scalp. What the hell was she saying to me? And it didn’t help that she had shifted around to sit side-saddle on her desk, letting her skirt ride up her leg to show a very distracting chunk of thigh, which she now began to rub with her hand.
“And I’m not just talking in a business sense.” she said, finishing her drink. “I mean on a personal level, too. You see, running the company is a full time, round-the-clock job, so I don’t have much time for myself. I have to take my recreation where I can find it. Here at the office, often as not. Carl was very good about helping me unwind, but I think he’s about exhausted. Can’t handle it anymore. That’s why I’m offering his position to you. Do you understand?”
I finished my drink too, trying to keep my hand from shaking.
“You see that door over there?” she asked, gesturing to the small door from which she’d brought the drinks. “Know what it is?”
I shook me head, afraid to try my voice.
“It’s my private room. My home away from home. A bedroom. Private, quiet, with a full bath and a wardrobe of clothes; exercise equipment, everything I need. Including a big, comfortable bed. It’s a secret of mine, and I don’t want you to tell anyone else about it. It’s where I like to relax.”
She stood up and stretched, pushing her tits out again so that gaps appeared between the buttons of her blouse where the fabric stretched tight over them. I knew my face was red, and embarrassed as I was, my dick sprang to life within my shorts.
“For instance, right now I have a terrible headache, and my back is just tied in knots.” she said as she sat down in the armchair opposite me, crossing her gorgeous legs and hiking her skirt up slightly to show me her knees. “As my advisor, what would you recommend?”
A good long ride on my stiff pole is what came to mind, but I had the sense not to say that.
“Oh, well, I can get the kinks out. I used to be pretty good at this.” I said as I went over to her and placed myself behind her. She let her head hang down as I began to knead the tight muscles on either side of the neck.
“Mmm.” she moaned softly. “That’s nice. Very nice. You see, I knew I was right about you.”
I bent over and worked at her back until mine began to ache, so I got in my knees behind her and continued the massage as I felt the knots and kinks dissolve beneath my fingers. She was well-muscled, yet had the soft, yielding womanly feel that always drives me nuts. As I continued to rub, I leaned forward to enjoy the smell of her body and her perfume as it wafted through her collar, delicate and rare and enticingly erotic. This was a woman who knew how to take care of herself and gave herself only the very best.
When her neck was fully relaxed I began work on her shoulder, slipping my hands beneath her jacket. There was little room to work, so, I instinctively pushed her jacket down.
“Wait,” she said. “I’ll take it off. And be a dear and hit the dimmer. I don’t like all that light in here.”
I did as she said, dialing the lights down to a comfortable yellowish glow, then came back to her. She’d removed the jacket, and I went to work on her shoulders, loving the feel of her body through the fine silk of her blouse. The sight of her neck, bare except for a thick gold chain, excited me, as did the warmth from her body. I remembered how the Japanese considered a woman’s neck one of her most erotic zones, and understood why.
I was achingly hard now and went so far as to slip my hands through the neck of her blouse to rub her bare skin. My boldness elicited another appreciative moan from her, but that was all. She didn’t tell me to stop or resist me in anyway. She leaned her head on the back of the chair, eyes closed, so I could examine her face. She wore little makeup that I could see, some pearly lipstick, some subtle eye shadow. No, she was a natural beauty, her skin flawless without a hint of powder or perspiration. She appeared to be asleep, her perfect lips just slightly parted. and I had to suppress a sudden urge to clamp my mouth over hers and ram my tongue down that swan-like throat But was this all she wanted? Just a back rub? I couldn’t believe that, but I hesitated before daring to do anything else. It just felt so good to caress her so intimately, this woman who had it all; money, fame, beauty, youth. Not to mention those gorgeous tits and inviting thighs.
I don’t remember consciously deciding. I might have just been so into it that I didn’t think. But I suddenly removed my hands from beneath her blouse and ran them boldly down the outside of her breasts. She arched her back slightly, pushing her tits into my hands, soft and firm and heavy, and I began to knead them gently. They were real, and every bit as gorgeous as the rest of her, soft and firm and heavy in my hands. Her bra was no more than a scrap of lace that perhaps kept her from jiggling too enticingly, and I could clearly feel the nubs of her nipples harden against my palms as I hefted and stroked these delicious orbs.
Again she made no move to stop me. She let her head loll forward, again with a grateful sigh. “Yes. That’s nice. That feels very nice. Don’t stop, Rob.”
I could feel her hot breath on my wrists as I worked, coming faster and deeper. The mindless adolescent in me screamed ‘Second base! A stand-up double! You’re going to score, Robby, you’re going to score!!’ I couldn’t stop myself from taking her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently rolling and pinching them.
She jerked her head up with a sharp intake of breath and covered my hands with her own, soft and cool, encouraging me. “Harder, Baby.” she breathed. “Pinch them harder. It feels good! Come on, let’s see you get me hot! Get me hot, Baby.”
I would have stayed there forever kneading her breasts. Each time I squeezed her nipples she gasped and her hips gave a little coital jerk, until finally they began to slowly gyrate in an unmistakable imitation of sex.
She suddenly roused herself and pulled my hungry hands from her. She looked back at me and grinned. “You’re not half bad. You take your time. I like a man who doesn’t rush. Now come over in front of me. Take off your pants and kneel on the arms of my chair. I want you in my mouth.”
I didn’t lose any time. I kicked out of my shoes, stripped my pants and shorts off, and pulled off my socks. (I’ve always hated the thought of a man naked except for socks. It just looks so ridiculous.)
Lilah Morzhay was so formidable a woman that even in my fantasies (who doesn’t fantasize?) I worried about being able to keep it up in her presence. But I needn’t have worried. My cock was as stiff and as hard as a bar of iron, and I ached to make contact with anything. Kneeling on the arms of her chair brought my unit to within inches of her moist lips, and I could look down and see everything.
She brought her face close to me, and seemed to bask in the heat from my dick for a moment, her eyes heavy-lidded and lips parted. Then her tongue came out and touched me and I suppressed a groan. I wanted to shove it into her like an animal and fuck her face until I shot my wad all over those perfect features, but somehow I held back. And she did not make me wait. Her mouth opened and she took me in with a soft moan. I felt the slippery friction of her lipstick as she took me half-way into her mouth, and then explored me with her skilled and curious tongue. She seemed to be tasting me, getting to know me, seeking out my special pleasure points. And she was very, very good.
I’d like to describe heaven to you, but I can’t. All I can do is describe what I felt next. I saw her hiking her skirt up with her right hand as she held the base of my cock with her left. I could see no further down than the top of her hips, but I saw her hand begin a rhythmic stroking motion, and knew that she was masturbating as she sucked my cock. The realization hit me hard, and I had to concentrate not to spill it right then and there. Instead I started pumping my hips into her face, matching the motions of her head. The vibrations in the chair told me she was now getting rough with herself. Glancing over my shoulder I could just make out her knees opening and closing as she worked.
Finally—too soon for me—she stopped, turning her head to the side so that my pumping prick hit her in the cheek, and said. “Enough. That’s enough. Stop.”
She was still the boss, so I did as she said. I looked down at her and she smiled a wicked smile at me. She seemed very pleased with herself and with me. She slapped my lightly on the ass and said “Down.”
I climbed off the chair and she sat up, reached behind her and unfastened the gold chain from her neck.
“I have particular tastes when it comes to sex,” she said, her lips still glistening from my dick. “Not all men have what it takes to satisfy me. I like a man who is secure in his masculinity. Very secure…”
Sounds good to me, I thought.
“So secure he can surrender it when needed.” she smiled again, dangling the chain from her hand. “I think you’re up to it.”
She got up from the chair and went to her desk, put the chain on top of it and unlocked a drawer and began to rummage around in it, looking for something.
“Take off your clothes and come over here.” she said. “Let’s see if you have what I’m looking for.”
I did as she said, shucking off my remaining clothes and throwing them on a chair.
“Now turn around” she said. “I’m going to handcuff you. Do you have any problems with that?”
I cleared my throat. “No.” I said. What the hell.
“Good.” she took my hands and brought them behind me, and I felt the cold metal of the cuffs as she locked them behind my back. “Don’t worry.” she said. “I won’t hurt you. Not too much. But be good and I think you’ll find it’s worth it.”
With the cuffs attached she pressed her body against mine, her mouth to my ear, her warm hand closed around my cock. “Did you like what I did to you in the chair?” she asked in a low whisper, running her tongue around my ear. “Well that’s just a sample of what I can do for you if you behave. But Lilah must have her way. Can you handle that?”
“Yes.” I said again. Then, suddenly falling into the spirit of the game, I said. “Shall I call you Mistress?”
She stepped back so I could see her face suddenly open into a broad grin as she realized that I knew what she was doing. “Yes, you may.” she said, trying to repress her smile but not entirely succeeding. “Yes you may. But you are only to address me when I give you permission, is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress.” I said.
“Good. I can see that you are a good boy. Your safe word is three short, three long and three short, but use it only when you absolutely must, because that will end our session, perhaps forever. I am not excessively cruel, no more than I have to be. But I will have my way. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress, I do.”
She grinned again. “Good, Rob. Very good. I’ve found that most men have too much of the beast in them for my tastes. They have no control, no finesse. They must be taught to give pleasure, not just to take it. Don’t you agree, Rob?”
“Yes Mistress, I do.”
“One more thing. I may invite my secretary to join us to record our session. I like to record my sessions. It’s a good way to keep track of our training, and I like to watch men make love to me. So she may come in to tape our activities, or perhaps to get involved herself. But you are not to touch her, or even look at her, without my permission, understand?
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jen? Recording our session? The thought hit me like a hammer. If it were humanly possible to get any harder than I already was, I would have. Of course! They were lovers! I knew that Jen was Morzhay’s right-hand girl, always anticipating Lilah’s every whim, and that she was a member of the inner circle, but I’d just assumed she was there in her capacity as secretary. Now I knew there was a lot more to their relationship. Could I be so lucky as to possibly have both of them? Or—almost better—would they make love to each other in front of me? Hell, she can tie my ears to my elbows and whip me fucking raw if I could just get to watch those two gorgeous cunts go at each other!
As I was engaged in these lofty thoughts and trying to keep myself from creaming all over her teakwood desk, Lilah was strolling around me and coolly appraising what she saw. She picked up her chain from her desk and stretched between her hands. “You little fuck!” she said. “I know what you’re thinking, and don’t you fucking dare!”
With that she lashed out, whipping the chain expertly against my chest. It stung like hell, but she didn’t break the skin. I knew she could have had she wanted to.
“Jennifer is my property.” she said coldly. “Everything here is my property. You don’t even think about her with my permission! Or I swear I’ll beat you till you can’t walk! I’ll leave you standing there while I have her suck me off right here in front of you, while you can’t do a fucking thing! How would you like that; us coming in front of you and you couldn’t even grab your little pickle for relief! Male bastard!”
Well, she certainly was in tune with my thoughts.
“You look so ridiculous, all naked with your little boner sticking out.” she said as she slowly wrapped the chain around my cock. She arranged it so that it was like a collar and leash, then she used it to pull me away from her desk. I had no choice but to shuffle after her.
“Now stay there.” she said.
She turned her back to me and unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She wore white silk bikini panties which she’d put on over her garter belt, a sure sign that she’d dressed with sex in mind. The panties molded to the globes of her ass like a second skin, and were in stark contrast to the black stockings and garter belt she wore, decorated with tiny red bows. She unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her arms, letting me see the fawn-colored bra I had only felt before. As she undressed she folded her clothes casually but with attention and draped them over the arm of the chair.
She turned back and gave me a good profile shot, knowing exactly what she was doing as she showed off her long legs, her tight, shapely ass, the curve of her back and proud thrust of her tits, all crowned by that coldly beautiful face. It was easy to see her as the world-class fashion model she once had been. She knew how to show off what she had and obviously liked doing so
I could also see what had driven her from the business: boobs like that were more than a model could afford. She’d just gotten too ripe, too womanly for modeling. But she just perfect for taking a big hard cock between those long legs and riding it to cream town, if you’ll pardon the expression.
She let me see the entire package, even running her hands down her curves, gripping the crotch of her panties and using it to work herself off with, teasing herself, teasing me.
“So do you think you have what it takes, Robby?” she asked, arousing herself more. “You think you have what it takes to please me? Would you like to play with me?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I said, “Very much, Mistress.”
She cat-walked slowly over to me, her hips rolling in the exaggerated sexual gait of a runway model. She ran a hand through my hair, then grabbed it and pulled my head back and pushed me against a book case. She lifted a nylon clad leg and ran the inside of her thigh up and down my legs.
Her chain was still around my cock and starting to dig into the sensitive skin in a painful but not unpleasant way. I could feel myself seeping love lube already, could feel it drooling onto her stockinged leg as she toyed with me. No doubt she felt it too.
“Turn around.” she suddenly ordered, releasing my hair. “Face the wall and don’t look. You’re such a pig! I can’t stand the fucking sight of you!”
I did as she said. If the cost of all this was allowing her to get her rocks off on me, that was okay with me. And what the hell, I’ll admit that the thought of letting a self-assured bitch-goddess use me for her sexual toy wasn’t unappealing. As long as I got to blow my load in her general vicinity when the time came, she could do what she wanted with me.
I heard her leave the room and go back into her little bedroom, the sharp click of her stiletto heels where she crossed the uncarpeted margin of the room. She was gone only a moment before I heard her re-enter. I made sure I didn’t move.
“Hold still.” she said. She slipped a strap around my arms just above my elbows, cinched it tight, and buckled it, further immobilizing my arms.
“Lift your foot up” she commanded, and I raised my right foot, balancing precariously on my left as I felt her attach a leather cuff to my right ankle. Then she did the other ankle. She knelt down briefly and snapped a length of chain to the two ankle cuffs, then stood up.
Her soft hand rubbed my ass and she purred. “Whose ass is this, slave? Who owns this ass?”
“You do, Mistress.” I said.
“You’re damned right I do!” and with that I felt rather than saw her move behind me, and felt the lash of a whip burn across my behind. From the feel of it was some sort of cat. I gasped in surprise.
There is something truly shocking about being whipped. It’s not just the pain, but the violation of one’s body, the denial of respect, as if you’re no more than an animal. For a moment I was shocked and outraged. I knew it was just a sexual game, but I flushed with real anger.
She paused to gauge my reaction, then whipped me three more times, each one a little harder than the one before. It stung—I won’t say it didn’t—but it didn’t hurt as much as I’d anticipated.
Then her hand was back, sliding over my burning butt, stroking, soothing.
“Good little slave.” she said softly. “Do you like it?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I said. “Please may I have another?”
I didn’t have to see her to know she was smiling. I felt her lean back and she hit me 4,5,6 times, vicious strokes that burned and created a strange fire on the inside as well.
I realized then that the whip she was using was simply too soft and supple to really hurt me. It was like she was whipping me with a bunch of ribbons. They sounded ferocious, each stroke whistling through the air, but their effect was less than some birthday spankings I’d had. In some ways I was rather disappointed, though I wouldn’t think of saying so.
What was really thrilling, though, was the way Lilah’s excitement grew with each stroke of the whip. She was actually building herself up into a heated sexual frenzy as she whipped me again, and again, swearing and grunting as she wailed at my ass.
Immediately followed the final lash she pressed those big, firm tits against me, now damp with her hot perspiration, and began to hump my hips with her pelvis. She held the whip in her right hand and began feverishly clutching my ass while with her other hand she grabbed my cock which still was wrapped in her neck chain and began masturbating me. I felt her wetness through her sopping panties as she ground her cunt against me, panting hot in my ear. Her tongue probed me passionately and she moaned, “Such a big, strong man, aren’t we? And your little cock is so big and hard!”
She again stepped away from me and took up with the whip again. This time the strokes were slow, and hard. I could hear her grunt with exertion as each blows fell, and by glancing up and the blackened glass of the bookshelf I could see her reflection in the dim light. She had crazed, intense look on her face, and she reared her arm high behind her before bringing the whip down with all her strength against my ass.
This time it hurt, but the pain, combined with her grunts of effort, and the sight of her, the way her big breasts rolled and quivered on her chest with the exertion of each blow, all were combining to drive me crazy. Occasionally she missed, either intentionally or by accident, and the lashes curled around and bit into the tender flesh of my hip, and that hurt like hell. I let myself go and began to groan and yell with each stroke, and that just seemed to fire her up even more.
Finally she stopped. My ass was on fire now, no denying it. The room was thick with the smell of her perfume from her overheated body and with a feral, sexy funk that that was even more exciting. In the black glass I could see her stripping off her bra and stepping out of her limp panties, leaving only her dressed only in her black stockings and stiletto heels. The tears in my eyes were real, but they didn’t keep me from examining her intriguing mound, neatly trimmed to a small rectangle.
It had to be now, I thought, I can’t take anymore.
“Turn around, slave!” she ordered
I turned to see her smoothing her hair back from her sweaty forehead, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she caught her breath from the exertion of the whipping. In the dim light of her office her skin shone with sweat, making her look all the more feline as she walked to her desk.
She stopped and placed a hand on her desk for balance as she skinned off her panties and dropped them to the floor. Then she reached behind her in that awkward show of elbows women use when they remove their bras, and the filmy garment slid off her arms as well.
She pressed the intercom button. “Jen, get your ass in here now!” she barked.
Then with one sweep of her arm she cleared the top of her teakwood desk, sending everything crashing to the floor, the desk lamp thudded and the bulb exploded in a flash of light, the phone fell and bounced, all her papers, the files she’d been working on, the blotter, her pen and pencil set, all leaded in a heap on the floor, and she kicked them aside with her gleaming black pump.
“Now come here!” she commanded.
I shuffled over to her, my ass aching, and held still as she put a leather collar around my neck, buckled it, and clipped a silver leash to it. She leaned up close to me and I could feel the heat of her body. Her breath was like fire on my lips. She yanked on the chain so that I was forced to look down into her gray eyes, now smoldering with lust and excitement..
“Good slave!” she said. “You’ve passed your first test. You’ve earned your little reward. Isn’t that exciting?”
I groaned again as I felt her fingers at my cock. She backed up towards her desk, pulling along by that chain around my cock. When she reached the desk she released me. She, wriggled her ass up on the desk, took hold of my neck chain, then raised her feet, hooking her heels over the edge of the desk and leaned back on her elbows.
Her ass was now positioned at the very edge of the desk, he knees spread, her heels hooked on either side. In one hand she held my neck chain, and in the other she still brandished the cat. I could see her neat triangle of trimmed pubic hair, and the dark, blood-engorged folds of her pussy before me. I prayed to what gods there might be to let me get my mouth on that exquisite muff, and my prayers were answered.
“I want you to eat me now.” she said. Her features were stern, her nostrils flared. “But I don’t want you to root around down there like a pig, like you men always do. You will caress me with your mouth, tenderly, like the sweet and delicate treasure that I am. Do you understand?”
She jerked my chain and my head lurched forward. “Yes, Mistress.” I said. “I’ll be most respectful.”
“See that you are!” she said.
I lowered my head to the task, extending my tongue but not yet touching her. For a moment I only breathed on her, noticing the way her smooth belly rose and fell with her excited breathing as she watched me.
I made tentative contact with the inside of her thigh, above the top of her stockings, where the flesh was softer than a newborn’s behind, and licked small circles towards her pussy, stopping at the seam where her leg joined her body, and licking softly—very softly—up and then down that seam. I then turned to the other thigh and did the same, and was rewarded as I felt her flesh jump beneath my tongue.
Then, rather than assault that beautiful pussy, I forced my face lower until I found the crease between buttock and back of thigh, and followed that up to her crack. Blowing and softly kissing, wiggling my tongue, I slid up her crack until my tongue reached her asshole, which I teased with my probing tongue.
I must have caught her by surprise, for her hips gave a convulsive jerk and she let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure. I flicked my eyes up to see her staring at me intently, her mouth open in pleasure, her eyes burning into me.
“Yesss!” she hissed. “Do that you little fuck! Suck my asshole! Lick me out!”
Her anus was delicious, dark and secret and feminine, puckered like a rose blossom and smelling faintly of her perfume. She dropped my neck chain and I felt her fingers tangle in my hair, pulled my face tighter into her ass, and grinding her behind hungrily against my face while I tried to get my tongue inside of her.
I heard Jen enter the office at this point, but I was really too far involved with Lilah’s ass to care. Jen approached the desk and stopped some feet away. She seemed to be busy with something, I really didn’t pay it too much attention. Lilah didn’t acknowledge her either. She just let go of my hair and grabbed her ankle, pulling it towards her to expose more of her bottom to my lips and tongue.
Teasing her, I slowly let my tongue wander across her sensitive peritoneal flesh between anus and vagina, stopping to kiss her there. My touch made her frantic, and she groaned loudly, then struck down at me with her whip, catching me across the shoulders.
“Do it, bastard!” she hissed. ”Eat me now! Eat that pussy!”
The whip startled me, but I knew I was getting to her. Her asshole and buttocks were now wet with my saliva, and she had partially rolled to one side, lifting a knee up to her chest to give me free access to her crotch. I tickled my tongue along her vulva, barely touching her while she panted and twisted her hips around, trying to force contact. The smell of her lust was hot in my nostrils and so intoxicating I almost lost it.
It was probably the chain on my dick that kept me from shooting right then and there. I felt the initial spasms of orgasm but the tight constriction of the chain frustrated any attempt to ejaculate, and I fought to regain control.
I couldn’t use my bound arms to spread Lilah’s lips, so I was forced to nuzzle and lick my way inside her, and my efforts seemed to excite her terribly. Despite what she’d said, I was now sucking and licking her exactly like a pig with his face in a bucket of slops, gulping down every mouthful of her steaming nectar as she fucked her cunt up against my working lips. I’m afraid I even might have made grunting, pig like sounds as I ate her out, but by now she was moaning and swearing and hissing between her teeth and didn’t seem to notice.
I finally used my nose to force her open and expose her clit, which I then swiped gently with my tongue, bringing sharp cries from her throat.
The whip crashed down on my back again, and again as I worked that little nubbin and she was obviously on the very verge of losing it when she again grabbed my hair and pulled my head away, crying, “Stop! Stop! You motherfucker! That’s enough! Stop!”
I raised my head. I knew my cheeks were shining with her juice, her tits were heaving with her excited breathing, her fierce eyes had a glassy sheen. They seemed to look at me without really seeing.
I noticed Jen standing about ten feet away. I recognized her coat, a long tan trench coat that she wore to the office most days, and shiny black boots with wicked heels. Her coat was open and I could see her naked flesh within. She seemed to be wearing some elaborate leather or vinyl harness; I could see the black straps and the glimmer of bright silver chains, but I couldn’t make out the entire outfit.
Before her stood a video camera on a tripod, aimed right at the desk, and apparently she had been filming what was going on between Lilah and I.
What really drew my attention, though, was the wild garish makeup Jen was wearing. I was used to seeing her in the subtle and sophisticated colors favored by Morzhay, but now she was made up like a whore, with greenish-silver eye shadow and brilliantly red and glistening lipstick.
Immediately I felt the sting of Lilah’s whip once more.
“Little prick!” she hissed. “I told you not to look! She’s none of your business! You are to keep your eyes and your thoughts focused only on me, do you understand? On me only!”
“Yes, Mistress.” I said apologetically. No sense in trying to explain that it’s kind of instinctive to look up when you hear someone enter a room while you’re engaged in lewd oral congress with someone. This was all some sort of twisted game, but a game I definitely wanted to learn to play, so I obeyed without objection.
Lilah stood up straight on her desk, her chest heaving.
“Now get up here on the desk. On your back. I want to fuck you!”
The desk was huge enough so that she could stand to one side while I scootched up on the top. I butt-walked back on my aching cheeks until I was mostly on the desk, then tried to lie down, but it was impossible with my arms pinioned behind my back.
Lilah draped her whip over her shoulder and reached down to unfasten the strap. My wrists were still tied behind my back, but I could at least lie back. She then unwrapped her gold chain from my cock, studying me carefully as she did so. It was huge, angry red, the veins pulsing, the tip almost purple with hot blood. Precum almost poured from me, and Lilah took a moment to smear it around the head of my cock, almost setting me off again.
“I’d say he’s ready.” Lilah said.
“More than ready.” Jen agreed in a voice smoky with sex.
Lilah straddled me, then got down on one knee, her pussy over my cock. Reaching beneath her, she took my piece and slid it several times up and down her slit, soaking it with her juice and parting her labia. Then, holding it in place, she inhaled sharply through her nose, shut her eyes tight, and lowered herself onto my rampant cock.
Her face was a mask of lust and intense concentration as she focused all her being on the feeling of my rod sliding into her body, parting the engorged tissues of her vagina, flattening out all her internal wrinkles and filling her empty sheath to bursting with male flesh.
“Ohhhhh!” she groaned in disbelieving delight. “Ohhh, that’s so fucking good!”
When I was no more than three-quarters in her she stopped, leaned on her hands and pulled her kneeling leg up to squat on her heels on the hot spear that invaded her cunt. Her eyes remained tightly shut. She put both hands on my chest and began to fuck herself on my joint, raising slowly up, then down, each time taking a little more of me into her, gasping and hissing with pleasure.
I heard Jen at the camera murmur. “Yes, baby! Fuck him! Fuck him good!”
Lilah made no comment. Squatting on her high heels over my cock, her knees against her tits, her head thrown back, mouth open, she gasped out her pleasure as she slowly rode my greasy pole, slowly steered it left and right inside of her with subtle movements of her hips. Her hands turned into claws that clutched painfully at my pecs, but I scarcely felt it.
“Jen!” she hissed, “Jen, get over here! Do my ass! Do my asshole, baby!”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jen shrug off her coat. I could see her big, proud tits thrusting naked out of the black vinyl teddy she wore, wobbling as she quickstepped to the edge of the desk. I felt her cool hands on my shins as she positioned herself between my legs, then the delicious feel of her jugs brushing my knees as she bent to minister to Lilah’s puckered asshole as the brunette leaned forward to give her access.
Lilah’s gorgeous tits now scraped across my chin as she pressed herself down against me. I was dying to suck a tit into my mouth, as they slapped softly against my lips, but Lilah hadn’t given me permission, and I didn’t want to queer the deal now, not when I was so close to blowing that monster load into her clutching, quivering snatch.
Lilah gave a long, keening moan, her teeth clenched together, and started fucking me faster. I could feel Jen’s chin brush against my balls as she tried to plunge her tongue into Lilah’s churning ass, and that nearly was my end. Amazingly, I didn’t come, though I felt the sparks of orgasm rip down from the head of my cock to my asshole, and felt the convulsive spasms of my meat tight in Lilah’s snatch, but nothing came out. It was like I came without ejaculating. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, and I didn’t know what to make of it. Had she bruised me with that chain, had the whipping somehow shorted out my ability to shoot?
I didn’t know. I was blind with fuck lust and wasn’t thinking clearly. I wanted so much to grab Lilah’s soft, muscular ass and pull her tight down on my spike until she screamed, but with my wrists still cuffed together there was nothing I could do. I stopped thinking altogether and just opened my mouth and captured one of those stiff little nipples, sucked on it like a man possessed, bit it and heard Lilah scream long and loud as she rode slick and tight up and down my throbbing pole.
Suddenly she froze, stopped, my cock still in her. I tried to fuck up into her but she held me still with her thighs. Her chest was heaving, her mouth hung open as she panted for breath and her fuck sweat dripped down on me.
“Stop! Stop it!” she said to me. “Darling, stop!”
Darling? That was the first sign of affection she’d given me all evening. She was obviously nearly out of her mind with need, no longer the cruel mistress, just a come hungry bitch determined to milk as much pleasure out of us as she possibly could.
“Jen,” she panted. “Put it on! I want you in my ass when I come!”
Jennifer must have known what she was talking about. I felt her face leave my loins and heard a distinctly mechanical click over the sound of our labored breathing.
“Wait” Lilah said. “Take off his cuffs.”
She sat up straight, still holding my cock inside her, and Jennifer came over to the side of the desk. A slim, black phallus jutted out from her groin, made of rubber or plastic, held in place by a network of black leather straps and bright silver buckles that encircled her hips. It was already greasy with lube.
I managed to roll slightly to my side and present my wrists to Jennifer. I felt her fumbling with the cuffs, then they slipped free and she pulled them away.
My arms were at last free. I brought them to my sides and flexed my fingers, trying to restore circulation.
Shivery little spasms were running through Lilah’s cunt, but by now my cock had reached a strange point of near-numbness. I could still feel her, but it was as if I were over-excited, as if a valve had jammed somewhere. Maybe I should have been concerned, but the hell with that. I was rock hard and hot and I just wanted to fuck all night. Nature would find a way.
Jennifer resumed her place between my legs. “Lie forward, Baby.” I heard her say softly to Lilah, and the brunette did as she said, pressing her tits against my chest, her eyes closed.
“I’m going to grease you up now, Darling.” Jennifer said. “It might be cold.”
Lilah raised her head and looked me in the eye. Her face wasn’t an inch from mine. Her eyes were glazed, pupils dilated. “Hold my ass.” she commanded me. “Don’t let me get away. Hold my ass and spread it wide!”
I did as she said, filling my hands with the creamy richness of her perfect asscheeks, and spreading them wide. My cock inside her could feel her tighten as I spread her ass, and I felt her body tremble as Jennifer applied the lube to her rectum.
Lilah opened her mouth against mine and tangled her fingers in my hair. The whip dangled from a strap around her right wrist.
“Are you ready?” Jennifer asked.
“Yes! Do it!” Lilah hissed against my mouth. I felt her squirm as Jennifer pressed the black phallus against her anus, trying to penetrate. Lilah moaned loudly into my mouth, and pulled at my hair so hard it brought tears to my eyes.”
“Aggghhhh! Unh! Oh!” Lilah cried as Jennifer continued to push forward.
“Ow!” she suddenly screamed as the head of the phallus popped through her anal sphincter muscle. She bit at my lips, drove her tongue down my throat, groaning all the time as Jennifer continued to force the plastic dick into her rectum.
“Ahhh! Ohhhhh! Do it, Jen! Do it to me, Baby! All of it! Fuck! Oh my fucking God!” Her swearing and pleas continued as Jen pressed inexorably forward into Lilah’s ass, that perfect model’s ass which quivered and trembled in my grip as I held her spread open to receive that invading dildo.
Lilah sobbed and gasped, licking and biting at my face and mouth in the desperate passion engendered by the half pain/half-pleasure of the progressing rectal penetration. She was like a madwoman, a woman possessed, completely out of her mind, with an artificial dick up her ass and a real one sunk in her vagina.
I could feel the pressure of the dildo sliding into her on the underside of my cock. I’d never felt anything like it, a delicious compression of my boss-lady’s cunt as Jennifer worked the rubber dick into her. I felt the pressure of Jennifer’s lithe body as she leaned her weight on Lilah, driving the dildo into her to the hilt, and I could feel Jen’s hips between my knees.
I let go of Lilah’s ass and slid my hand down till I could feel where the dildo disappeared into the stretched ring between her buttocks. She was all greasy with lube back there, and hot.
“Oh! You goddamned bitch!” Lilah hissed. “Don’t move! Don’t fucking move! Let me…I’ve got…I’ve got to get used to it! Unhhh!”
Lilah raised herself up on her arms, panting heavily, her face a mask of pain and lust. She looked directly at me, but I knew she wasn’t seeing me at all. She wasn’t seeing anything. She was strung between pain and pleasure, all her attention fixed on the dual invaders in her pussy and her ass. She bit her lip. Her brows furrowed as she worked to relax her stuffed holes, she moaned, cried out, obscenities poured from that perfect mouth in barely audible, breathless pleas.
“Oh fuck, it hurts, it hurts! Oh it hurts so fucking good! Fuck me in my ass! Fuck my pussy! Make me come! I’m going to come! Oh, fuck I’m going to come! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“Are you ready, Darling?” Jennifer asked her softly. “Are you close?”
“Yes, yes!” Lilah whispered hotly. “Yes! Do it to me! I’m close, you goddamned bitch, I’m close!”
I felt the sweet drag as Jennifer pulled the dildo out slightly, making Lilah groan. I reached for Lilah’s tits, but Jennifer’s hands were there first, squeezing gently, tickling Lilah’s nipples with long, red finger nails.
I took one hand and crammed it down to where Lilah’s body met mine at her crotch, right where her clit was. It was awkward, but I held my hand there, probing the hot and oily fold at the top of her pussy lips, where they were mashed and stretched by my rod.
Lilah’s body began a spasmodic twitching or humping, I don’t know whether she was doing it consciously or whether it was just her body responding. From her mouth came a constant keening wail that gave me goose bumps. Her eyes were wide open in disbelief at the overwhelming sensations of this double fucking, her gaze fixed sightlessly into space. Her mouth hung open as well, and saliva dripped from her lower lip and fell on my chest. What the fuck did I care at this point.
I could barely move my hips with the weight of the two women on me, but luckily I didn’t have to. I could clearly feel Jennifer fucking Lilah’s ass with short brutal strokes. A man just doesn’t screw like that. Her fucking was impatient and somehow strangely feminine, but it was apparently just what Lilah wanted.
“Oh yeah, Oh yeah!” Lilah groaned. “Oh, I’m coming, I’m gonna come! Fuck me! Fuck meee!” Without warning, Lilah began laying about her with the whip still in her hand. She lashed viciously at Jennifer, whipping her over her shoulders. She tried to whip me too, but I was too close to her, so she concentrated on Jen. She beat her like a jockey beats his horse as he comes down the home stretch, her hips moving just like she was riding a Derby champion, groaning and cursing, eyes on the orgasmic prize that was so close.
Jennifer shrieked too as the whip found her. She picked up her pace and increased her force, making Lilah’s snatch pull and tug at my aching rod as her body was buffeted up and back. She was so tight that when she moved the skin on my cock moved with her, up and down, up and down, and with the heat of her, the sweet clench of her cunt on me, the feel of her little clit growing and emerging from its hood of skin, I began to lose it.
I couldn’t fight it, didn’t want to fight it. My balls were aching, my dick was sore, my prostate even felt huge. I was just praying for relief, I didn’t care about Lilah, didn’t care about Jen. If I didn’t come now I thought my balls would just explode. I just let it go; lay back and let it happen….
Let it…let…it…
My come raced up through my shaft and blew into her hot and hard and with incredible relief. I splattered the inside of her womb with my burning semen, and Lilah felt the hot discharge jet into her too; a guttural scream ripped from her throat, an animal growl as she pitched forward on me, dropping her whip, clutching at my shoulders and mashing her lips to mine as I felt her sheath spasm around my spurting cock, her body convulsing in my arms as I pressed her to me, shoved up into her, and unleashed another gout of come into her clutching tunnel.
Jen must have felt it to, for I felt her fuck rhythm increase as she slapped into Lilah’s ass, and Jen began to moan in a hot, mindless chant, “Oh yeah, oh yeah! Come in her! Come in the bitch’s cunt, you motherfucker! Fill her up!” I felt her nails dig into my knees for leverage as she punched the phony cock into Lilah’s bottom and held it there, quivering.
As Lilah was overwhelmed by her orgasm she screamed out her pleasure into my open mouth, biting and licking at my lips, clawing at my shoulders. Using all my strength I rammed my unit up into her as far as I could go, mashing her pussy lips against my pubes as I shot gob after gob of white lava up into her throbbing, milking cunt.
I was dimly aware of another sensation, a quivering or vibrating, and through the delicious mist of my orgasm I realized that Jennifer must be coming too, the trembling of her body setting off the tight shaking I felt imbedded in Lilah’s quim. She shouted and cried out in a shaky, breathless wail as her come took her; the dildo communicated her spasms of release through Lilah’s ass to my spurting prick.
All three of us were groaning and wailing now as our juices splashed all over each other in a mix of come, lube, sweat and saliva, and for a moment we were all three joined into a single being, our pleasures connected through the medium of Lilah Morzhay’s incredible body. I didn’t know where I stopped and they began, we were all clenching, sweating, coming, spurting, gasping, and clinging desperately to each other.
Lilah was the first to go, I felt her arms shaking with the strain of supporting her and she collapsed onto my chest as her gasps of ecstasy suddenly tuned into great heaving sobs which squeezed my dick inside her, and served only to milk the last drizzle of juice from my deflating cock. Jen too, I heard gasping atop Lilah’s body. I felt her pull the cock slowly from Lilah’s ass. It made a lewd farting sound as it came out.
The load in Lilah’s cunt was starting to seep out around my shrinking cock, wetting ,y belly and balls, but Lilah continued to sob on top of me, her tears wetting my chest. I was a little concerned; I’d seen women cry after sex, but it wasn’t something I expected from a tough Lady like Lilah. But then again, I had never seen a woman come so fucking hard.
I put my arms around her and tried to comfort her. I had the smarts not to say anything.
Jennifer was the first to untangle. She staggered back a few feet and fell into one of the arm chairs and lay there panting. The back dildo was shiny with lube and juice, and now I could see that there was a stalk underneath the thing that went into her pussy; some sort of subsidiary dildo that allowed her to fuck herself while she fucked Lilah. No wonder she’d come. She carefully pulled it from her pussy, unsnapped the whole device from her harness, and just dropped it on the floor.
Lilah finally got herself under control. She sniffled in the last of her tears, then, to my total surprise, she kissed me on the lips, tenderly and lovingly, the way you’d want to be kissed after something like this.
With visible effort. she managed to roll off me and flop over on her back on the desk, so that we were lying side by side, breathing hard, trying to regain our composure.
Jennifer was the first to stir. She got up, and I heard her walking across the plush carpet, then heard her boots click on bare floor as she entered Lilah’s private room. She came back with two towels and gave them to us without a word.
Lilah patted herself dry, carefully blotting her face and her chest. I wiped the sweat from my face, then the mixed juices of our orgasms from my groin. But I was still sticky, and the lather we’d worked up by our violent churning still clung to my pubic hair.
When we had all caught our breath, Lilah cautiously got down from the desk and tested her legs.
“Shall I start your shower?” Jennifer asked her.
“Not yet.” Lilah said. She walked over to the other arm chair and sat down. Then, looking at me, she drew her feet up beside her on the cushion, displaying her vagina to me.
“So. How do you think Mr.Narr did, Jennifer?” she asked. The blonde secretary looked at me no sign of emotion on her icy face. “All right, I’d say.”
Lilah was staring at me, smiling slightly. She reached down with two fingers and parted herself, and I had to groan as I saw gobs of my come slide out of her pussy and trickle down the crack of her ass. I could see her anus, still distended and red, in the darkness below.
She watched my reaction with that wicked grin again, then she smeared the come around her pussy, finally lifting her finger to her mouth, and slowly licked it off, teasing me.
I started to harden again. I couldn’t help it.
“Yes, I think he did quite all right. For the first time.”
Lilah tried to hide a wicked smile. Then she pulled herself to her feet and headed a bit unsteadily to her room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her high, proud ass, the ass that had just been mine. She glanced back over her shoulder and said, “Be a dear, Jennifer and clean up this mess. And clean off Mr. Narr, as well. He’s earned it. I’m going to shower and lie down for a bit; I’m suddenly quite sleepy.”
She took a few more steps and looked back from her doorway. “She’s all yours, Rob. Just don’t make too much noise?”
I looked over at Jennifer. She didn’t look happy, but she didn’t dare disobey Lilah.
“And Rob?” Lilah said, “You’ll be available this weekend?”
“Er…yes Miss…yes, Lilah.”
“Good. I may be working late again tomorrow night. I might want to call you two in. For business, of course.”
“Of course.”
“Of course.”
To be Continued…
This story was written by user dr_mabeuse
Header picture by SUSAN MEISELAS/MAGNUM PHOTOS
