So there I was, sitting naked on my boss’ desk at seven o’clock on a Friday evening in March, having just emptied my balls into the glorious body of my boss, Lilah Morxay, president and CEO of Morxay Cosmetics (that ‘x’ is, of course, pronounced as an “szh”-- but everyone knows that) while her stunning secretary-slash-lesbian-lover screwed her ass with a strap-on. The same secretary who now sat not twelve feet away from me, regarding me coldly, naked except for the tight, black leather boots that clung to her legs and the black vinyl S&M teddy outfit.
The vinyl teddy stopped just below Jennifer's magnificent breasts, which appeared to be supported somewhat by a small, shelf-type built-in bra. Leather straps from this bra ran around and between her breasts and attached to a black slave collar that circled her long, model’s neck. Her breasts were large and perfect, erect and proud, showing a shadowy and inviting cleavage between their swollen fullness. The effect of the teddy was to make it appear as though she were serving her tits up to me on a platter, the brown nipples begging for my lips, the ripe and engorged flesh waiting for my fingers.
Jennifer was a classic statuesque blonde of intimidating beauty, perfect in every detail, from her magazine-cover face to her long, deliciously curved legs. Her hands were smooth, aristocratic, her nails just the right length. Even the beauty mark above her lip was placed perfectly. The only jarring note was the loud and garish makeup she wore, but the contrast between her perfection and the exaggerated, silver-blue eye shadow and bright crimson and wet-looking lipstick was arousing, as it showed how willing she was to betray her own classic beauty for cheap, whorish sexual pleasure.
The only bad thing about Jennifer was that, well, she was gay. She was Lilah Morxay’s toy, and as Lilah herself had told me earlier, I was not to so much as look at Jennifer without Lilah’s permission. But Lilah, temporarily fucked out, had just given me that permission. Had, in fact, ordered Jennifer to “clean me up”, and both Jennifer and I knew that Lilah hadn’t meant a sponge bath..
Now Lilah was either in the shower next door, or already in bed. And Jennifer and I were sitting alone in Lilah’s office, the remnants of our recent sex session scattered around us, checking each other out, and not, it was obvious, with mutual admiration.
“Well,” I said, a bit too brightly, “you heard Lilah’s orders.” I tried to make it sound like I wasn't for it either, but that an order was an order, so what could I do? Acvtually I was dying to feel Jenn's long, lexxy tongue curl around my rod, still dripping with Lilah's love-juice.
Jennifer’s blue-green eyes were icy. Without answering she bent over and picked up her trench coat off the floor, where she’d dropped it in the heat of our sex with Lilah. Reaching into a pocket, she withdrew a package of cigarettes and a lighter. She took one of these fashionably long and slim smokes from the pack, placed it between her lips and casually lit it, then exhaled a cloud of blue-gray smoke right at me.
I was surprised. She didn’t seem like the smoking type. As she took the cigarette from her lips, I noticed the bright red blot of lipstick on the filter. It turned me on. I’m weird that way.
“Is that what she said?” she asked coolly, cocking an eyebrow at me.
You’ve got to understand that my relationship with Jennifer was a little more complicated than my relationship with Lilah. Lilah was my boss, and up till then had been way up the ladder and remote from me. I knew next to nothing about her before she’d had climbed on top of me. But Jen I saw most every day. I was one of a long line of male employees who’d tried to talk her up or get some response from her; men were always finding an excuse to go over and talk to Jen and she always shot them down with no more than one of her stony glances or a frosty silence. But still they came back. She was the kind of woman you just liked to look at, just wanted to be around, in case some miracle occurred.
As I say, I’d made my share of clumsy advances towards Jennifer, and had held my share of one-way conversations, all without making a dent. But all that had changed now. I’d had my cock up Lilah’s pussy while Jennifer was screwing her ass. We’d all come together. I’d seen Jennifer lose it in orgasmic ecstasy. That had changed everything. She couldn’t hide behind her intimidating beauty any more. She could sit there in her boots and teddy, tits hanging out, smoking and looking down her nose at me, but now I knew her as she really was. Everything had changed.
“You don’t like me much, do you Jennifer?” I asked her.
She took a drag, exhaled another plume of smoke. “It’s nothing personal.” she said. “I just don’t care much for men.”
“Well, that puts you in an awkward position, doesn’t it. “ I said. “I mean, Lilah told you…”
“I know what Lilah said.” Jennifer looked at me sharply, then she smiled. “Really, I have nothing against men in general. They can be useful. If they know their place.”
“And what is their place?” I asked her.
She didn’t answer me immediately. Instead she crossed her legs, placing knee over knee, and sat up straighter in the chair, regaining her imperious attitude. Her nipples were pale brown and the size of half-dollars, and I wondered if they’d ever felt a man’s lips on them.
“Lilah and I are a lot alike.” she said. “On the same wavelength. That’s why we work so well together. We have the same attitude towards life, towards men, towards sex.”
It took me a moment to understand what she meant. When I did, I had to smile.
“Even when it comes to whips?” I asked.
Jennifer took another drag and dropped the cigarette casually into the drink Lilah had poured me, it seemed like ages ago.
“It’s not about whips, Mr. Narr.” she said. Strange. around the office she called me Rob, like everyone else. Now I was Mr. Narr.
“It’s not the whips. It’s the control.” she said.
“I don’t get you.”
“The whips, that’s just Lilah. She likes that…that symbolism. But me, I just like the control.” She folded her hands in her lap and looked at me from beneath the fall of golden hair. I recognized the look. It was the one Jen used when important clients came to visit. Important male clients.
“I like a man I can control. A man who’ll do what I tell him to.”
Before I could reply, Jennifer brushed her hair back and leaned forward. Her breasts hardly changed shape. She seemed remarkably at ease for a woman dressed in nothing but boots and a breast-exposing teddy, talking to a man whose privates she was expected to lick clean.
“See” she said, “Lilah’s right about men. Men don’t know how to make love. They’re slobs. They’re selfish. All they want is to get their rocks off on you. They’re like those little dogs that grab your leg and start humping you, ridiculous and disgusting. Apes. They think because they have a pole hanging between their legs that their God’s gift. They don’t have a clue!”
I found myself nodding along to her litany of grievances. I was half hypnotized by her, and half in sympathy of what she was saying. My dick was telling me now that he was fully recovered from the previous session and ready for more, and it was all I could do to try and keep him down as I listened to Jennifer and thought about what was about to transpire between us. I had no doubt that I was about to fuck this gorgeous piece of ass, was going to have the privilege of being the first man to touch her in what I guessed was a long, long time.
But I had to be careful, had to be patient. For some reason, this woman-loving woman was giving me a chance with her, a chance to give her pleasure. Maybe it was Lilah’s orders, maybe Jen just wanted to boss someone around for a change and didn’t care if it was a man or a woman. I had no qualms about letting her do that. I knew now that by just giving a lady what she wanted, you’d get paid back ten times over. And if that was the price for seeing Jennifer come with my dick crammed up between those gorgeous legs, I was perfectly willing to pay it.
My pride? Hey, forget it. I had more important things in mind.
But I wasn’t about to let Jennifer treat me as Lilah had done. I mean, it’s one thing if your boss ties you up and whips your ass for her amusement. I mean, she’s your boss. But I’d be damned if I was going to let my boss’ secretary treat me that way. It was a status thing. I outranked Jennifer. If anything, I should tie her ass up and pay her back for what Lilah’d done to me.
Still, I didn’t want to lose this fuck. I was aware that Jennifer hadn’t experienced the same mind-melting release that Lilah and I had. Her orgasm had been kind of second-hand, so I figured that she was still horny and hot for relief. And the way she looked, and looked at me, told me that the flames were still eating at her. My problem was how to give her what she wanted (control) while getting what I wanted (a good dickful of Jennifer) and at the same time not coming off looking like her puppy.
“Okay, Jennifer.” I said. “So you want control. Nice. I appreciate that. But I’m not going to let you make a toy out of me. You’re not Lilah. You’re Lilah’s secretary.”
A look of disgust crossed her face, and I could see the fury building in her eyes.
“But I can see where you’re coming from.” I added hastily. “And I think we can work this out.”
She sneered. “Is that right?” she asked. “How?”
“You can be the boss." I said. "I’ll let you tell me what to do, you call all the shots. All you have to do is wear the cuffs.”
I expected her to protest, or sneer again, but instead she looked at me. Her leg, encased in the tight leather boot, began to swing slightly as she thought this over, the slightest smile on her full lips.
“The cuffs?” she sniffed. “I don’t think so. How do I know you’d keep your word?”
“Are you afraid of the cuffs?” I asked her.
“Don’t be silly.” she huffed. “With Lilah, I live in them. I just don’t know if I can trust you is all.”
I scootched down the desk until I could get my feet on the floor and stand up. I kept the desk between myself and Jennifer so she wouldn’t see how hard I was.
“Look, Jennifer,” I said, “I’m going to be working with you and Lilah for a long time. At least I hope so. I want us all to get along. I want to get along with you. I want to give you what you want. What Lilah said, about your cleaning me off, hell, forget it. But if I’m any judge I’d say you’re still dying to get off, and I am too. So why don’t we just cut the crap and give each other what we want? There’s no reason we can’t both get off. And isn’t that what matters?”
“I don’t know.” she said. “Is it?” She thought about this. I was getting impatient. Those big jugs were staring at me like two eyes as she thought.
“Okay.” I said. “Tell me what you want to do.”
”What?”
“Just tell me what you want me to do.” I said. “I’ll give you a demonstration in good faith. What do you want me to do? Kiss you? Eat you out? Lick your ass? Just tell me. Try me out.”
For the first time Jennifer smiled, an amused and slightly embarrassed smile. “No.” she said.
“Come on. Control me, tell me what to do. Your wish is my fucking command. Just say what you want. I’m your dog.” I asked. “Should I crawl over there and lick your boots?”
“Don’t be sick.” she said.
“Then what? What? Just tell me.”
She looked at me to see if I was serious. Then she said with only the slightest sneer, “Okay. Yeah. Crawl over here and lick my boots. Let me see you lick my boots. On your knees.”
Without hesitating I got down on the carpet on my hands and knees and crawled over to Jennifer like a dog. She giggled self-consciously as I did, but she stopped when I actually began to lick the toe of her shiny black leather boot, running my tongue from the toe up over her instep to her ankle.
She got very quiet as I continued to kiss and lick the black leather boot, and on the occasions I flicked my eyes up to see how she was talking it I saw her staring at me intently with more than curiosity in her blue-gray eyes.
I licked my way up to the top of the boot, just below her knee, then back down. I crawled around so I could get to the back of her leg, and felt her jump as I softly bit at her calf. She sucked her breath in with a sharp hiss. Something was getting to her.
The boot tasted like leather and polish; it was very clean. I’m sure Jennifer wore them only for sex. They were too tight and the heels were too high for them to be worn on the street. They weren’t patent leather, but they were highly polished, and the one boot was soon gleaming with the trail of my saliva. Knowing that Jennifer’s sensitive flesh was a fraction on an inch from my tongue kept me going, and the little twitches I felt when I bit at her in a sensitive spot were getting me very hard.
After awhile I stopped, but remained on my hands and knees. I looked up at her face and was happy with what I saw. Her eyes were half closed, nostrils flared somewhat. Without a word she uncrossed her legs and presented me with the other boot.
“Now this one.” she whispered.
I sat back on my heels. “Wait a minute.” I said. “That was a free sample. A try out. You know what I said.”
She sighed impatiently, reluctant to break the sensual spell. “Do you really have to?”
“That was the deal, Jennifer.”
She didn’t say anything.
I got up and got the cuffs off the floor, where Jen had dropped them after taking them off me earlier. The key was still in them.
It was impossible to hide my stiff cock, so I didn’t try. I liked the look on her face when she stared at it. Women always take a certain pride in the size of the erection they cause, and Jen was looking proud.
I walked over to her and she offered her hands to me, wrists together.
“Un-unh.” I said. “Behind the back.”
She looked like she was going to protest, and her eyes searched mine in a sudden seizure of doubt. But then she slid forward in the chair and half-turning, put her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists. I saw by the way she presented her hands that she was familiar with the routine. No doubt Lilah had used them on her many times before.
I slid the cuffs around her wrists and locked them in place.
“So help me God, if you fuck around with me…”
I smiled. Having locked her wrists behind her back, I immediately got down on all fours again, lay my face against the carpet and began licking at her other boot, kissing it, sweeping it with broad licks of my tongue, showing her she had nothing to fear.
Jennifer slumped back in the chair, her imprisoned wrists forcing her tits out invitingly. She slid down until her ass was at the very edge of the chair. She lifted her boot higher, holding it straight out in front of her, offering it to me.
I held her boot in front of my face as if it were a rare and delicate piece of art, I licked along the length, tasting it, kissing it, dragging my lips along it, doing the best I could to be her obedient puppy, giving her what she wanted.
I suppose there might be a some thrill to seeing someone lick your boot, but I’ll be the first to admit I don’t quite get it. I mean, I don’t think I’d be so aroused if the boot were on the other foot, so to speak, and if it was Jennifer kneeling at my feet and licking my footwear. I could think of a lot better things she could do with her tongue than give me a spit shine. But it was having some effect on her. She was just hypnotized watching me, eyes half closed, lips slack, her breath coming hot and deepand making her heavy tits rise and fall faster and faster.
“Do the heel” she said. Her voice was low and thick.
I was playing my part by instinct, groveling at Jennifer’s feet, licking her boots, but all the time I was dying to get my mouth on her honey pot and drive my tongue into her where she’d feel it most. I wanted to hear her moan as her sweet love juice ran over my cheeks and down my throat. I wanted her to beg when I fucked my tongue up into her and softly sucked that slick clit between my hungry lips. I wanted to hear her gasp as I held those trembling ass cheeks apart with my hands while I wormed my honey dipper up into her butt hole as far as I could, I wanted to eat her up and swallow her down, pure peaches and cream, butter and honey.
She especially seemed to like it when I had to contort my body to reach the back of her boots, or bridge under her legs to reach the inside, where the black zipper was. As I lifted her boot to my mouth, I slid my fingers up her leg till I touched the bare flesh behind her knee. Involved as she was in watching me, she didn’t seem to notice. She ceded control of her legs to me, allowing me to push and pull them this way and that as I tongue-washed her boots, until, under the pretext of trying to reach the sole of her boot, I pushed her knee back against her chest. Looking down I could see the trimmed shock of blonde pubic hair, the puffy lips of her labia, the dark, blood-engorged and gleaming lips of her sex just visible between them. I was aware of the hot smell wafting off her aroused pussy, at the same time fresh and funky, her secret, hungry smell.
I’d had about enough of this game. I was hard as a rock now and ready to feel something soft and tight around my dick, and Jennifer looked like she was ready too. She wasn’t watching me anymore. She’d slid all the way down in the chair so that her hips were suspended over the edge, and they were humping instinctively in the air, looking for a cock that wasn’t there. Her eyes were closed, her lips apart, and her chin was tucked into her shoulder which rolled as she worked her hands behind her, trying unconsciously to free herself from the cuffs. If I hadn’t cuffed her hands behind her, she might now be fingering herself right in front of me, she was that hot. I would have loved to see those long fingers and elegantly manicured nails dipping into her snatch, emerging trailing strings of her lubricious oils, but I wasn’t going to unlock her now.
“That’s enough!” she breathed suddenly. “That’s enough! Stop!”
I looked up to see her eyes gazing hotly at me. They had lost their grayness, and were an intense blue
With the slightest sneer she said. “Kiss my tits now. Come up here and kiss my tits. Suck my nipples. Not hard. But suck them! Suck them! Now!”
I suppressed a grin. She was in no shape to be calling the shots now, not with her hands cuffed behind her back. I could grab those legs and spread them and be inside her before she even knew what was happening, and there’s not a thing she could do about it. But that’s not what I wanted to do. Not yet.
I was already on my knees between her legs. It was natural to just lean over to take her tits into my mouth. She must have known this,. She spread her legs to give me access.
Taking care not to so much as touch her with my cock, I leaned over her body. I gathered up the two hot and heavy globes of meat and filled my hands with them, so soft and turgid, almost swollen. I often think that hands were made especially for appreciating a woman’s tits, their heft, their warmth, their heavy resilience. It just drives me fucking wild.
I closed my hands on her flesh, squeezed tenderly, rubbed my thumbs over the sensitive aureoles, making her gasp, then held her jugs together and lowered my head to them, licking gentle circles around the nipples as my thumbs continued to rub over the margins of the sensitive brown circles.
She groaned raggedly and her face reddened. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Not to brag, but I pride myself on my titwork, knowing just when to attack, just when to back off, taking my cues from a woman’s face and her body language. Some women are very sensitive, some ticklish, some need strong stimulation, even to the point of pain. You pay attention, and she’ll let you know where and how hard to kiss, suck, when to drag a rough tongue across an aroused and turgid nipple, when to pinch, even when to bite.
I could tell right away that Jennifer liked it rough. Not surprising considering she was Lilah’s preferred playmate. I squeezed her big jugs, and that only made her make a little moue with her lips, as if blowing a kiss to the air. I pressed my thumbs into her soft nipples, and felt those sensitive buds harden like little dicks. Finally I sucked one into my mouth, flailing at it with my tongue, and her body began to hum. I bit gently on the stiffening little peak and that forced a hot groan from her throat and set her to vibrating like a plucked fiddle string.
Soon Jennifer was moaning desperately and making lewd, lunging motions with her hips. She knew my cock was down there somewhere, and she was trying her damndest to find it. She was beside herself with need.
“Rub it against me!” she hissed. “I want to feel it! Touch me!”
She was still nominally in control, as per our agreement, but with her hands cuffed together and clawing at the cushion of the chair in frustration, there was not much she could do to relieve the terrible itch she was now feeling. I kept my drooling cock away from her pussy, even though I could feel actual heat from her vagina radiating on my lower belly.
“Come on!” she insisted, her eyes flashing at me. “Do it! Do it!”
“I don’t know, Jennifer.” I said. “I don’t know if you’re ready.”
“You cheap lying motherfucker!” she spat. She knew what the deal was now, but she was too far gone to do anything about it. She was hot for dick, and I had this beautiful, haughty cunt right where I wanted her.
“Beg for it.” I told her, pressing her big tits together and squeezing her hardened nipples. “Beg me for my cock.”
She twisted and writhed on the chair. Without the use of her arms there was nothing she could do but twist and kick feebly, and since I was kneeling between her thighs, her kicks were futile. I held her pinned to the chair by digging my fingers into her meaty jugs.
“Come on, Jen.” I hissed at her, “Tell me what you want! Tell me!”
Despite her need, she was still too proud to beg, so I inched forward and just brushed her pussy with the tip of my cock. She jumped like I’d put a cattle prod to her, her hips lurching hungrily in reflex action to my touch. She was soft and spread and incredibly wet; I could feel her juice as it cooled on the head of my dick. I wanted so much to plunge into her right then, it was all I could do to resist.
A strangled growl of anger and frustration ripped from her throat. “Cocksucker!” she hissed through those beautiful lips. “I won’t beg you for shit!”
I could feel her fingers trying to reach up to the burning ache between her legs, Her arms squeaked against the soft leather of the chair as she writhed and twisted, trying to escape or trying to get her hands on me, I didn’t know which.
I loved watching her face as she tried to maintain composure, tried not to show the raging lust that coursed through her body. Her face was red and flushed, beads of perspiration visible at her hairline, and the sinews stood out in her neck as she turned her face from me, burying her chin in her shoulder. I removed my hands from her tits and dug them into the sweet, tight cheeks of her ass, hard, and felt her muscles tighten in response. I pulled at her, trying to pull those globes apart to spread her wider. Her entire crack was soaked with her overflow, the juicy bitch! In response her thighs flopped open, then closed on me. She might be fighting me, but her body had a mind of its own, and from the waist down she’d already surrendered.
“When’s the last time you had a man inside you, huh?” I asked her, inches from her face. “When’s the last time you had some real, hot, cock between your legs, huh, Jennifer? Is that all you do is women now? Or have you always been a lezzy?”
Her face reddened even farther. “Fuck you, bastard!” she hissed through clenched teeth.
I leaned my head down and captured a nipple between my teeth, biting down just hard enough. She screamed. A real scream of pain and surprise and frustration, loud enough for Lilah to hear.
This caught me off guard for a moment, just long enough for her to raise her knees in front of her and push them against my chest, trying to shove me off. But she wasn’t strong enough, and I pushed her knees away to either side of me, shoved her legs apart, and with one hard thrust I slid into that hot and juicing pussy, skewering her to the root.
“Aaaagghhhh! Bastard! Son of a fucking bitch! Aggghhh!”” she let out a keening wail as my cock sank into that sweet cunt, hot and tight. Her head flailed from side to side in denial and she tried again to raise her knees to protect herself. This time I just grabbed her ankles, though, and pushed them back over her head, exposing her pussy even further to my hungry cock.
I could look down and see where we were joined, see the juice leaking from her swollen lips and wetting my intruding shaft. With her ankles held together over her face, her twat was incredibly tight, grabbing me like a silken fist, and her puffy vulva pooched out in two creamy rolls of hot female flesh that trapped my prick between them, while I felt quaky spasms deep in her womb fluttering on the head of my piece.
“Eeeeeehh! No! Motherfucker! Stop! Stop! You’re killing me!” she howled.
I did as she said and held still, my lust-driven pulse pounding in my ears. After all, I didn’t want to hurt the lady. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to need me. I wanted to make her come so I could feel her orgasmic spasms milk the cream from my dick as I poured my molten seed into her.
She bit her lower lip as she tried to accommodate me. Obviously she had been dildo-fucked by a unit smaller than mine, if indeed she’d been fucked at all since she’d been Lilah’s toy. I was touching places in her that hadn’t been touched for a long, long time, and I could watch the emotions sweep across her face as she explored the feeling of having a real man’s dick inside her. This was no piece of plastic, but a hot, hard, twitching piece of meat, loaded with come and as real as it gets.
“I…I can’t breath.” she finally gasped out.
I realized I was pushing too hard on her legs, doubling her up. Knowing now that my dick was deeply ensconced within her, and that she couldn’t easily wiggle away, I released her ankles, and her boot-encased legs opened generously to me.
The struggle was over. King Cock had won.
I again filled my hands with the delicious meat of her ass, pressing one little finger up to feel the juncture where my cock entered her stretched pussy lips, exploring the ridge of her distended flesh. She groaned, opening her legs wider. She was one of those women who lubricate like crazy, and her ass was wet from the flood of discharge that had run shamelessly down her crack.
Now that she had grown accustomed to my cock, her hips had begun a slow revolving as she stirred me around like a spoon in her honey pot, forcing me against all her most sensitive and receptive spots. Here mouth was open, her tongue lolling behind her white teeth, her brows furrowed in rapt concentration. Her meaty tits wobbled slightly on her chest as her hips fucked me with a mind and will of their own. It was something to see. From the waist up she was still a lady, bare-chested, but still demure, while from her waist down she was all whore, fucking herself on my cock like some come-hungry slut who didn’t give a damn.
I just hovered over her with my cock in her socket, enjoying the creamy clench of her hot, buttery twat, basking in the little sighs and gasps that bubbled from her slack lips. There’s nothing like satisfying a haughty piece of ass like Jennifer with a stiff joint shoved up her quim, watching her work herself off against you.
“Ohhh! Aahhh! Yes! That’s good, That’s good!” she breathed, almost to herself. There was no need to make her beg now; she was a believer, and so was I.
I pulled out of her slick grip slightly and shoved back in, bottoming out against her puffy labia, mashing them flat as a gush of her juice squeezed out around my cock and ran down her ass, over my fingers.
“Uuuugh!” she groaned. She looked at me, unsure of how she felt about my taking some initiative, and, as I pulled out again and gave her another stroke, our eyes met. What I saw there made a sudden thrill grip my balls, and I thought I’d lose it then and there.
Jennifer’s eyes were glazed with lust, but beneath that film of hunger she was looking at me with a kind of curious wonder, as if reappraising me, or seeing me for the first time. Before when she looked at me, she’d seen only a male, an enemy, or, at best, a nuisance, perhaps a rival for Lilah’s attention. But now, as she took her pleasure of my tool, she was looking at me with something else in her eye, It wasn’t the way a woman looks at a lover, but it was with a certain admiration and gratitude and wonder for what I was giving her. She looked at me like I was a human being. A human being who happened to have his cock stuffed to the root in her body, and whose hot meat was giving her thrills and pleasure that none of her dildos or artificial cocks could touch.
For a while we fucked like that, staring intently into one another’s eyes as my dick slid in and out of her hot hole. I felt her long fingers straining to reach up from her cuffed hands and make contact with my scrotum. For a second I panicked, knowing that she could easily grab me and give me a squeeze that would end my lovemaking right then and there. But to my relief she seemed only to want to explore me with her fingers, and I felt her long, manicured nails tenderly scratching at my balls, and exploring the juncture where my thick meat plugged into the tight ring of her pussy, adding another source of delicious friction to my unit as it pistoned in and out of her.
That must have set her off, for I suddenly felt the last shreds of resistance drain from her body. Her legs feel entirely open, presenting her pussy to me, offering it to me to plunder and abuse as I wished. Her head fell back helplessly against the chair, eyes closed, as she gave herself up to the hot fuck lust I was inciting in her body.
“Ugh! Oh! Ungh! Ahh! Yes!” she grunted as I pummeled into her limp and accepting body. Her big, over-ripe jugs shook and quaked each time I banged into her, so tight it was if she had another hand down there which gripped me fiercely, skinning my dick up and back as I fucked her.
I tore into her now, crazy to come myself. Her legs closed feebly around me, the spike heels of her boots digging painfully into my working ass as I fed the meat to her, again and again. Her crack was bathed in her juice; it matted our pubic hair and dripped from my cock. Each outstroke of my cock caused another gob of her love cream to sluice out of her stuffed cunt, wetting her crack and the chair beneath her flexing ass.
She was frantic now, and mindless sounds poured from her lips as she rode my dick to come-town, climbing higher and higher to that hot and slippery peak of pleasure. She grabbed at the chair with her fingers, trying to gain some leverage to fuck me back, as my thrusts drove her backwards in the chair, forcing her head to twist to the side. My balls were wedged deep in her soaking wet ass crack and nestled tight against her exposed asshole as I thrust so hard and brutally that her enflamed clit was exposed every time I smashed into her, and my pubes tickled that sensitive organ, making her scream with excitement.
“I’m close!” She screamed, “I’m close…close! Fuck me! Oh my God, Fuck me!”
And that was it for me. Hearing her scream out those obscenities opened the floodgates of my balls. I shoved into her to the very root, and held there quivering as I felt the lava boil up from my prostate, burn into my cock, and burst streaming from the tip, plastering the inside of her cunt with my essence.
“Yeah! Bitch! Whore! Fuck! Take it! Take it all! Hunh Hunh! Unghhhh!” I grunted like an animal as my balls unloaded into her. All the hot erotic tension shot from my cock in mind-shattering bursts of ecstasy. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her up tight against my shooting dick, pouring the gism into her defenseless and spasming pussy.
At the first feel of my come splashing into her, she lost it. A wild, feral snarl ripped from her throat, the sound of a she-bitch being impregnated by a wild jungle dog, a sound so primal and filled with sex that it raised the hairs on my scalp even as I was pouring the fruit of my balls into her. Her hips jerked against me with a furious savagery and strength I would not have thought her capable of as her body arched in a rictus of orgasm, lifting me up on top of her with only her feet and head supporting me. I felt the rich, hungry spasms of her convulsing vagina squeezing my dick in delicious peristaltic waves, squeezing the come out of me like toothpaste from a tube, and I dug my fingers harder into her ass to hold her close while I finished dumping my fuck sauce deep into her womb.
Her legs quivered against me, her ass clenched mindlessly, her eyes rolled up into her head in a way that made my blood run cold. I looked at her face and felt like I was fucking a corpse. Every muscle in her body went rigid, quivering with tension as orgasm burned through every nerve. A thin, quavering wail came from her mouth as she rode her orgasm to the limits of consciousness, saliva dripping from the corner of her red lips, her hips hunching out of control against my loins as she poured her come out around my joint, quivering, suspended in a flood of pleasure.
Then she jerked sharply, as if she’d been punched in the stomach. She jerked again, and I knew her senses had overloaded, it was all too much. She was about to pass out. She jerked again, and a fourth time, then just collapsed, every muscle going slack. She collapsed back into the chair.
I lay on top of her flaccid body like a sack of mud, utterly spent, the last dregs of semen sputtering into her from the very bottom of my balls as I gave her every last drop I had in me.
Something happened then that I’d heard about but never experienced, never even thought was real. Her pussy had clamped down on my deflating member and refused to let it go. I felt her shake and tremble with the aftershocks of her come, but the tight ring of muscle in her vagina had closed like a sphincter on my dick, and pulling back only made me wince as my hyper-sensitive cock remained stuck in the tight clench of her come-soaked pussy.
“Relax.” I said to her. “Relax. I can’t get it out.”
She tried to focus her eyes on me, but they were still glazed. Her breath came hot through her lips, lips swollen from where she had bitten them when she came. “I…I…can’t! I…” she stammered
I took hold on her knees, forced them up against her tits, and slid my hips down. My cock stretched briefly, then snapped out of her with an audible ‘pop’.
Immediately a thick stream of come oozed from her pussy and dripped down between her ass cheeks.
“Oh, Godddd.” she sighed, and turned her head to the side in shame and embarrassment.
I watched in amazement. I couldn’t believe I had given her that much, but gob after come slid out of her pussy and rolled down the cheeks of her ass.
She let her legs flop helplessly down to her sides, she had no control over her muscles, and I watched as her vagina spasmed once again, sending another pearly white gob of my come rolling down her ass. It looked like a baby spitting up its formula. It was a fascinating sight.
“My arms.” she said. “Please!”
I had forgotten she was still handcuffed.
“Oh, sure.” I said. I hunted around on the floor for the keys, found them, and knee-walked over to her.
“Can you roll over?” I asked.
“I…I… My god! I can’t move!” she said. “I’m just like jelly!”
That was music to my ears. I rolled her trembling body to one side and unlocked the cuffs, took them off.
She rolled back and shot a glance at me. The first time she’d looked me in the eye since we’d come. I waited for her to say something. She seemed to be searching for words.
“You two could wake the fucking dead!” someone said from behind me.
I turned, and saw Lilah standing there in a black terry robe. Her hair was still wet from her shower, and she had a bath towel draped over her neck. She cat-walked over and sat casually on the arm of Jennifer’s chair and inspected her protégé with approval.
“Well, how was it?” Lilah asked Jennifer.
Jennifer, still panting, trying to regain her composure, didn’t answer. Lilah casually leaned over, reached down, and scooped up a gob of my come from Jennifer’s crack on one manicured nail. She held it before Jennifer’s lips.
Jennifer closed her eye, reached her face forward and opened her mouth as Lilah fed the cum to her, running her finger around Jen’s mouth to get it all off. Without a word Jennifer closed her mouth and swallowed.
“He’s good, isn’t he, baby?” Lilah asked her.
Jen nodded weakly.
Lilah fixed her eyes on me, and I recognized that look in her eye. Oh no, I thought. No more. Not now. There’s no way!
Reading my thoughts, Lilah suddenly laughed. “Don’t worry, Rob” she said. “Twice in one night is all we expect. For now. So why don’t we call it a night?”
With that she got up and slowly walked back to the door to her bedroom. She stopped and looked back at me.
“I will expect to see you here on Sunday.” she said. “There’s some things we have to go over. I like working Sundays. Because I know I won’t be disturbed. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head.
“Good” she said, “Then I’ll see you on Sunday.”
And she left the room.
This story was written by user dr_mabeuse
Header picture by SUSAN MEISELAS/MAGNUM PHOTOS
