The Vice President (closed)

[save_marla]

I started here a week ago, and I’ve seen him only twice, since my first day - he’s a very busy man. But that first day, he took me to lunch with the Office Manager, and he was so handsome and charming - a bit aloof, but - you’d expect that, he is the Vice President. I’m just a filing clerk, temping at his office.

I know it’s awful, but I’ve got a bit of a crush on him. I caught myself blushing when he surprised me in the kitchen yesterday, and I could only stammer in reply to his polite “good morning” - he must think I’m such an idiot.

To top it off, he’s happily married - I don’t have any right to be thinking of him. That’s why I blush, because I feel guilty, and I’m sure he’s going to notice. God, I’d die if he ever confronted me on it!

He just came in from a meeting, and walked right by my desk without so much as a second glance. I’m just going to stay out of his way, as much as possible - so as not to make any more of an ass of myself.

 

[Rockingham]

The business day had just begun and already he was three hours behind. In his mind things were always working against him, each and every step. That is how one plans the day, ready to attack, eager to find each and every weakness to exploit it.

He had changed into his meeting attire, which was a nice white t shirt and tennis shorts. He was going to play some tennis with a would be client, hoping to bring in a hefty new account to the office.

But, out the door he was stopped by his secretary, telling him that Mr. Freeman was on the line. Freeman was furious, he'd been watching the stockmarket and saw a huge dip in Crestfell enterprises.

"Go," He covered the phone, whispering to his secretary, "Go and find out all you can about Crestfell, why it's falling, what in the hell's going on."

Freeman was furious, wanted to come into the office by this afternoon, talk about his investments.

"Jenny!" His secretary was gone though, like a good girl she was all over his assignment about Crestfell.

He turned, eyeing someone, trying to find a willing body. There... that shy new girl in the corner.

"I want you in my office right now. Bring Freeman's file, and some paper. We've got a lot of work to do..."

He watched her, frozen, caught like a deer in headlights. Were he closer he probably could have seen that effect maybe even something else. But, he was all the way on the other side of the room.

"I didn't stutter did I? Hurry it up, will you?"

He was already in his office, his mind reeling over a strategy. Always think three steps ahead.

 

[save_marla]

Her mouth worked silently as she stood staring at him - feeling frozen to the spot, suddenly, unable to move or speak - she's had nightmares much like this. His first few words had stopped her heart. Even after she realized he just needed her for some business emergency, she couldn't shake the fear of being alone with him - he'd see that she was acting strangely, and want to know why.

At his brusque impatience, she jumped a little, and hurried into his assistant's office to find the file he wanted. It was a thick folding file - obviously months old, or more. She had no idea who the client was or why they were so important, but she'd do her best.

She rushed down the hall and into his office, swiping a sheaf of papers from her desk along the way, and - just as she got through the doorway, tripped on a telephone cord and fell flat on her face. The file went flying - papers fell everywhere.

"Oh my God..." she blurted as she scrambled to her knees. "I'm so sorry, sir - I'll pick them up -"

 

[Rockingham]

"Well, aren't we having a nice start?" He closed the door behind her, standing right next to her. She wore something nice, professional to the office. It didn't look flattering on her as she sprawled out on the floor though. He imagined it wouldn't though...

With the short shorts he was wearing, he would probably look a little weird down there as well, might even pop out.

"I can't go to my meeting where we could land a multi million dollar account, and now one of my largest clients is about to fire me because I have no fucking clue what the hell Crestfell is, and to top it all off I hire the only temp in town with two left feet?"

He bent down, looking at her legs.

"Well, here's the problem," He grabbed her leg, scooping it off the ground. On her hands and knees now, it felt awkward as he picked on leg straight out, examining it... he looked as if he were examining some proud racing horse.

"Nice well defined legs, you know how to use them... I assume. The problem isn't there," His hand moved a little, running up her leg, to her knee, "No... the problem is in shoes. Heels to be more exact. You have at least a two inch heel here."

He carefully moved his hands down, letting her shoe fall so gently off of her heel. It fell to the floor. He set her one leg down, picked up to the other and did the same thing. He was calm while he did this, professional. His touch was light, delicate.

"There," He said, looking down at her, "Well, what is wrong now? Pick up the file. I need the spreadsheets on his account, I need the last quarter turnouts and I need you to act like a professional."

 

[save_marla]

She blushed terribly as he closed the door - the office seemed suddenly smaller, with the door closed - and reached for as many of the papers as she could, keeping her eyes down. She winced at his little insult, and murmured again, "I'm really sorry..."

She felt him grab her ankle and pull one leg straight, and she looked up at him in wide-eyed confusion. What on earth was he doing?? As she watched, his hand slid up her bare leg, and she realized that he could probably see up her skirt, like this. She didn't want to be rude and pull away from him, but she felt her cheeks getting hotter as she tried to think of what panties she'd put on this morning.

He slid her shoe off and let it drop to the floor, and - before she could react, took her other ankle and did the same. She'd never felt so bewildered - I mean, of course - he didn't want to waste any more time - but...he could've just asked her to take her shoes off.

His comment on her professionalism stung, and she hurried to gather the rest of the papers and put them into some kind of order - hoping desperately that they had not been sorted by date. She thumbed through the batch as she got up from the floor, conscious of her bare feet against the carpet, looking for something that resembled a spreadsheet. Last....quarter....she didn't even know what he was talking about, but she nodded her head quickly and kept flipping through the file. Her face felt cooler now - as long as she wasn't looking at him, she was okay.

 

[Rockingham]

He actually had to wait. How annoying was this. He hadn't waited since he was in college, and only then was it for a fine piece of ass who was a little reluctant to try anal. He'd wined and dined his way into the darkest of holes, and eventually got her to marry him.

On one condition, they never did that again.

Still, he didn't wait for anyone.

"You do know what a spreadsheet is, don't you? They gave you some training at this temp agency we got you from. I would hate to think they just strapped heels on some bimbo and passed her off as some sort of secretary. Come here."

He helped sit her down right next to his desk. He was close to her, very close, leaning over her. For a moment he paused, unsure if something was wrong with her. She blinked, shying away from his touch, her head down. Were her cheeks red?

He let his hand come down on one... yes, it felt warm.

"Are you sick?" He paused, kneeling down, looking at her, examining her. Now his eyes were all over here, searching every curve, placing her under a microscope in his office.

"What is wrong?" He guided her chin to look at him, his eyes bore into hers, "You're forehead's not hot... you aren't coughing... what is it?"

 

[save_marla]

She could sense his impatience - he didn't bother to hide it very well. Tears stung her eyes as she fumbled through the papers, and she blurted plaintively, "I - do - know what spreadsheets are...I-I -" His hands on her shoulders pushed her down into a chair and she nearly dropped the file again, at his touch. He was so close, she could feel the heat from his body in the air against her cheeks, and they warmed again in response. She blinked so that he wouldn't her eyes filmed with tears - in spite of every guilty fantasy she'd had about this man, being here with him - only to disappoint him - was unbearably miserable.

The back of his hand brushed her cheek - by accident, she thought - but then at once he was crouching low to meet her at eye level. She turned her face away, but he took her chin and brought it back, to face him. Oh God.. She couldn't hold his gaze, her lashes fluttered as she glanced away in agony.

Her voice was strained when she answered, "I'm - I'm not sick, sir. I'm fine - nothing's wrong." Trying to jerk her chin away, but he held her firmly and watched her intently. She opened her mouth to say more, but was too nervous about saying something wrong, so she closed it again and chewed her lower lip, waiting for him to speak.

 

[Rockingham]

"You won't even look at me?" He felt her want to jerk away... trying to fumble in the chair. The first thought came to him about how cruel this was turning out to be, how devilish he was acting. She was just a frightened little girl, and he was being mean to her.

She deserved it though.

That thought hit him, cold and hard as ice. She deserved it. She was fucking with his system, she was fucking with his day. He was supposed to be halfway through with solving Freeman's problem and on his way to make the meeting with his tennis partner, but no... he was here babysitting some temp.

"Ok... calm down, will you do that for me?" She deserved to be teased just a little bit more. It was better than firing her, and would gather up a bit of fun for him as well. Why not?

He grabbed the muddled up Freeman folder in her arms and put it on his desk. Then he moved in front of her, his hands on both of her thighs. He didn't know why, just yet, but it bothered her so much to have him touch, to have him so close to her, and to make her look at him.

"Look at me," He ordered. When he let go of her chin it fell, like a wilting flower, "Look at me."

His voice, stern and cold, but quiet as well, drew her slender neck up. She looked at him, forcing herself too... it reminded him of someone forcing themselves to stare at the sun.

"Tell me what is wrong right now," He said, shooting daggers at her through his eyes, "I don't want any more little excuses from you, or any little secretary games. You look your boss straight in the eye and tell me the truth."

He was breathing hard now, his hot breath on her neck. Did that do something to her? Was she intimidated? He didn't know yet... he wasn't sure. Something, there was definitely something.

 

[save_marla]

She took a deep breath and exhaled shakily, trying to obey him, and calm down. His voice - he sounded almost angry at her. She looked up briefly when he took the file from her lap and put it on the desk - she hadn't realized how oddly comforted she'd been, just having the file with her - she felt more confident being here when she had work to do. Now she could feel her heart beating loudly in trepidation.

His fingers rested lightly on her thighs, and she fought the urge to squirm. At his command, she hesitated only a moment, then lifted her head slowly, though it was the hardest thing in the world.

His next question was the one she dreaded most, and she felt her heart drop into her stomach as her body went cold. He wasn't fooling around, he wanted the truth from her - she wanted to die on the spot, this was horrible!

It was several long seconds before she could find her voice again. Without thinking, she let her eyes drop - but then remembered his instructions and raised them to meet his, again. "I - I just...I'm - attracted to you," she whispered haltingly, and hurried to add, "I know it's wrong - you're married, and I'm just - the office girl...it's a stupid crush, sir, but it makes me nervous around you. I'm sorry."

 

[Rockingham]

"A crush?"

A stupid little office crush from a stupid little office girl? Is that all it was? She was ruining his business because she had butterflies in her little stomach every time he walked by?

She single handedly ruined his morning for a school girl crush? He wanted to hit her, to slap her, to fire her... to make her life a living hell, the way she had made his own.

Yes... make her life a living hell. Now, how interesting would that be. If things were ruined now, he might as well make the best of it.

His secretary clicked on the com, "Crestfell is a company of Johnson and Johnson, they make toothpaste. They fell because there's been a..."

He pressed the button, "Yes fine... call Freeman and tell him to reschedule, we're all on his account. He will not lose a dime because of it. Then cancel my tennis meeting. I have a much more important client here today."

There was a hesitation, small silence in the intercom before it clicked off.

"You have some sort of attraction to me? This is why you've been tripping and staring and gawking all day? You couldn't get it passed you just to do your job? Well, it must be a very big crush then. How silly is that?"

He got up, laughter on his lips, in his eyes. It wouldn't be right to laugh in her face... no, but to have her see it. To know that is what he was thinking.

"What makes you think I would go for someone like you? Stand up..."

When she didn't move, he grabbed her arm and forced her to rise, "The least you can do at this point is what I ask. I am not asking for much, am I? Stand when I say stand, come when I say come. You can understand simple commands, can't you?"

He moved back, sitting on his desk, admiring her. He looked at her, again, with that stare of studying a racing horse, eyeing the curves, the muscles, the lines.

"You're about twenty pounds overweight. Your breasts are too small, your ass is too big, and why on earth would any man like me want a woman like you if you can't even come out and say you want me. I don't want some little school girl, I want a woman... someone who at least wears normal panties."

He saw that look in her eyes, "Yes... when you were sprawled out over my office floor I got a good enough look. Purple... very 1980's. Are they even cotton? A woman wear's satin, silk, a thong. She knows how to feel good, to want something soft comfortable cradled up touching her, or beyond that she wants to impress. Your little granny panty doesn't impress anyone."

He held out his hand, flat. He saw her look down at it, and then back at him.

"Take them off," How clever of him. Yes. God, he wanted to humiliate her even more, make her go running out of this office, too scared and turned on to tell anyone about it.

"You will not wear purple panties in my office, do you understand? Now take them off right now and give them to me."

 

[save_marla]

The tension in the air between them was palpable - she could feel it pressing against her chest, making it hard to breathe. She jumped when his assistant's voice came through the intercom - very loud in the silent room. He was all business when he responded to the page, but she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling she still felt. When he was finished speaking, he looked at her again, and she squirmed slightly in the chair.

His eyes were amused - and something else - it wasn't a friendly, reassuring expression on his face. They weren't going to laugh about it together good-naturedly, that was obvious - he looked - annoyed. His tone when he spoke to her made her crush sound ridiculous - even insulting.

She was about to protest - she didn't think he would ever go for her - but he pulled her out of the chair, to her feet in front of him. She blushed again as she felt his eyes raking over her body, assessing her worth. His frank observations were like knives stabbing into her, and she hugged her arms around herself, as if she could protect herself from his words. She wanted to crawl under the carpet and hide, anything but stand here and take this. Mortified as he described her panties in detail - this was too awful, a nightmare.

She moaned, then quickly covered her mouth when he demanded her panties, and stared at his open hand in disbelief. In spite of herself, she felt a confused arousal, a twinge of excitement between her legs - but she pushed it violently away. This was a horrible situation - she couldn't believe he'd be so awful...

"Sir, I - " she began hesitantly, trying to form some kind of protest. Her mind swam - she didn't know where to begin protesting. He repeated his request, more impatiently, and she found herself silently hurrying to comply. Pulling the ugly purple panties down under her skirt, she stepped out of them awkwardly, and - before she could think too long about it, dropped them in his waiting hand. Feeling a gingery sensation settling over her shoulders - not altogether uncomfortable - as her face burned in humiliation.

 

[Rockingham]

"Sir... yes, that sounds good, doesn't it? I think that is what you will say from now on. I am Sir... you are not good enough to call me by my name. You say Sir, you keep it formal, because that is all you should know."

He held the underwear in his hand, almost surprised to see them. To watch her skimp out of them, to feel the heat blaring from her skin. She turned the brightest shade of pink as she dropped them into his hand.

She would do whatever he asked, however he wanted her to do it.

"good girl," He said with the same enthusiasm he would give a loyal dog that had just performed a trick.

"Just as I thought," he brought them up to his nose, sniffing them smelling them, "You were wet. You were leaking like some fucking whore on the street. Is that it? Just being next to me turns you on so, can't help yourself?"

He smelled them again, such wonderful scent and musk of her.

"At least you smell good. You do have that."

He leaned in closer, "So, tell me then, what was it you were thinking of that caused such a dirty little accident in my office? Why is your cunt dripping in anticipation, you really think I'm just going to throw you down and fuck you?"

 

[save_marla]

Her cheeks felt swollen in her face, red with her shame as he spoke to her so condescendingly - it made her feel slightly ill, to try to imagine what he must think of her. In her mind's eye, she saw herself bursting into tears and running out of the room - but she did neither. Only stood there, feeling the dull ache in her chest, and a strange excitement churning in her belly.

His praise made her twitch with discomfort - and yet some tiny part of her blossomed like a rose at his approval.

She closed her eyes and turned away in mortification when he brought them to his nose for a sniff. How could he be so cruel - it was as if he was taking every single opportunity to insult her and humiliate her.

She writhed miserably as he questioned her in a sympathetic croon, mocking her pathetic lust, and she began to shake her head violently in denial, whining, "I didn't - I didn't think you would, I just...I-I just fantasized about it - that's all!"

 

[Rockingham]

"No... you tell me. Do you see this, can you smell it?"

He grabbed her hair, a tuft of it inside of his palm as he stepped off from his desk. He pushed the panties on his desk, and then made her bend over, letting her face smash right up against those dark passioned panties.

"Do you smell that? That is a wet fucking cunt smell. That is the smell you get when you need a cock inside of you ungrateful little hole. You were thinking something, you had some dirty little fantasy going around inside of your head, and you were thinking about me. What was it? I want to know... you don't want to tell me?"

He moved behind her, pushing himself up against her, slowly catching her between his desk and himself. His cock was rock hard from all of this excitement, and when it got to feel real flesh between their clothing it sprang to life, rubbing against one of her ass cheeks.

"You better tell me," He said, "I do not like it when subordinate little fucks like you do not do as you are told. They need to be taught a lesson. You... you need to be taught a lesson."

His hand went down to her ass, the true meat of it, cupping it in his hand. It felt good, very good. He smiled, before raising his hand and slapping her. One time on the cheek, hard. It made a snapping sound, even through clothing, hard and sharp in the room.

He could just imagine the redness, the swelling, his hand print almost perfectly outlined on her ass. She would have to learn how to obey... the little cunt.

 

[save_marla]

She let out a little shriek when he grabbed her by the hair and forced her off balance, so that she could not resist if she'd wanted to as he pushed her face-down into her panties on his desk. She felt tears stinging her eyes again as she breathed her own animal scent and his torrent of ugly words rained down on her. Every word, every disgusted thought he expressed was like a blow, pushing her down, until she gripped the edge of the desk to keep from slipping to her knees.

But at the same time, a wild lust reared up inside her, feeling his hands on her, positioning her to his liking, and she could feel the slow ooze of wetness between her bare pussy lips. She wanted this. Whatever - anything he wanted to do to her - she didn't expect that he would fuck her, and she wanted his intimate abuse - the strain of effort in his voice as berated her.

As he taunted her, she was forced to remember her shameful little fantasies, and she flattened her warm face against the polished surface of the desk, mashing her panties into her nose and lips. She could never tell him - insult him by telling him how she'd imagined him, in those hot and sweaty fingering sessions, alone in the dark. But - he wanted her to tell him - she gasped at the surge of sweet agony, at the thought.

Before she could catch her breath, he was behind her, pinning her against the desk, and she felt her wetness spreading against the fabric of his expensive suit. When she felt the warm, hard flesh of his cock against her bare bum, she groaned her desire and arched her back, offering herself to him. Terribly afraid he wouldn't take her - would tease her and then deny her his cock - she couldn't bear it.

His harsh words, his warning about teaching her a lesson, did not prepare her for his hand on her ass, firmly caressing it, as if it belonged to him - and then the hard slap, a stinging shock that made her yelp. But, almost immediately after the pain began to subside, she arched her back again, ready to take another. If this was what he wanted to do to her, she would accept it gratefully - she had been dreaming of his touch.

He paused after the slap, and she stammered as she remembered his question - stalling slightly as her mind spun, trying to think of how to answer him. "I - um...Sir, I w-would fantasize about being raped by you," she murmured quietly. "Not because you wanted me, but just because I was there - and - you knew you could."

 

[Rockingham]

"Rape... because you are a hole, and I need it," He paused for a moment, testing out the fantasy, mulling it over inside of his brain like a fine wine. The idea had merit. He did enjoy it. He would never do it, because one could never rape the willing, and if he ripped her little skirt off right now she'd probably spread her legs for him, anticipating every stroke.

No, she didn't deserve that.

"You have good taste, My little cunt," He pulled her head up just enough so he could grab her panties and shove them deep inside of her mouth. He stuffed her.

"Very good taste..." He smiled at that, pushing her back down onto the desk.

His hands trailed down the length of her body. First her neck, and then her back, touching here and there, inspecting. He had done this several times before with his eyes, but hadn't dared just to touch. All the way back to her ass.

"I would never rape you. I don't know where you've been. You could be some fucking whore down the street. Is that it? You give it out freely to all those little boys you run around with... and that's why you want me. You want a real man to give you a fucking ride. You're not worth it, whore."

That ass, that nice round ass in his hands. He kneaded it, his cock still pressing against her. He had moved it somewhere more comfortable, slipping between her crack.

"You still need to be punished though. When I ask you something you answer right away, do you understand? That is how this office works. When I give you an order, you do it. No questions, no hesitations. Otherwise you get punished."

His fingers reached under her skirt, pushing it up. That little business skirt, gray and perfect, running up her soft thighs, filling out before it ran over her ass.

Just as he pictured it, yes... perfect, that mark on her ass. He had marked her, she was his cunt for only a few minutes and he'd already marked her. His fingers trailed over the red welt. It turned him on so, his cock running between her crack, stroking it over and over again.

"This is who you are.... this is what you are," He urged, reaching back and striking her other cheek. The palm on full skin now, the perfect snap of flesh against flesh, the sharp full sound of her ass. He even saw it jiggle, as the red welt appeared, just like the other one.

"And even just this is getting you off, isn't it? Just having me punish your undeserving ass, isn't it?"

He reached down, his fingers running between her soft cunt lips. The droplets fell down on his fingers, they practically begged him to come inside. The hot warmth almost unbearable.

"You fucking cunt..."

 

[save_marla]

She lowered her face against the desk again, as he repeated her tawdry little fantasy back to her, considering it - her heart pounded so hard in her chest that she couldn't breathe. She felt him lean over her, and writhed under the heat of him, burning in shame at how quickly she had degenerated into a little animal for him.

She offered no resistance when he lifted her head, and only closed her eyes tightly when he pushed her panties into her mouth. She fought to keep from choking on the dry, balled fabric, tried not to taste anything - but her tongue ultimately found the wetness it sought.

His light fingers drifting across her bare and clothed skin was enough to make her moan softly - but he didn't caress her, so much as he let his fingers absently explore her body.

He answered her simple desires with the contempt they deserved, and she kept her head lowered, not daring to move. She wanted to protest that she wasn't a whore - but she sensed that it wouldn't matter to him. It was a fitting explanation for her worthlessness - if she denied it, he would find another.

Feeling his hands kneading the flesh of her ass made her weak in the knees, and she was glad to have the desk under her. His warm stiff cock teased the crack of her ass - feeling it, she could imagine how it would feel inside her, driving up into her in frenzied lust... But it just rested there, tormenting her.

Her mouth was beginning to water around the wad of panties, but she knew if she swallowed she would taste more of herself than she cared to. She preferred to let herself drool onto the desk, nodding eagerly as he laid out the rules - she was ready to do anything he said.

She held perfectly still as he lifted her skirt, exposing her bare ass and running his fingers gently over the mark he'd left with that first hard slap. His cock twitched between her bum cheeks, and she could feel her cunt clenching in sympathy. The second slap surprised her, and she grunted, gritting her teeth to keep from expelling the panties with the force of her cry. She nodded silently, catching her breath as he spoke to her spitefully, his tone disgusted - but also somewhat curious. Yes, this is what she was...anything he wanted.

She arched her back like a cat in heat when she felt his fingers suddenly teasing her slick cunt, and uttered a cry choked with lust. Thrusting her hips back, shoving his cock even more firmly into the crack of her ass, trying to take him in. Knowing that her eagerness revolted him, fully expecting to be denied, humiliated, punished - but not caring. She wanted him inside her, and that craving drowned all sense.

 

[Rockingham]

"Oh... is that it?" He let his fingers trail where they were, softly upon her pussy lips. It seemed to send electrical currents throughout her body, dropping here and there. She would push against them, trying to push against him as well. As if somehow a single push could lodge his cock into her filthy little hole of a cunt.

"You still want me, I know... I know my little pet. As undeserving as you are, I understand what you want."

His hand left her moistened lips, but then his cock replaced it. He guided it to her opening, to feel such heat bearing down on him, juices nearly dripping onto him. When his cock first touched against her he wondered if she would just melt away right here on his fucking desk.

"Is that it?" He teased her. How good it felt to tease her, to run his cock slowly along her pussy lips. Each time he did, her cunt opened only slightly. Juice and heat and that pink flesh fell down onto his hard shaft, begging him inside. Her entire body begged.

He loved watching her do that.

"You want this, do you?" He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. It threatened to move inside, threatened to invade her, for a moment there was full force, dawning, prepaping. A moment of being taken, but then he pulled away.

Each time she tried to impale herself, pushing down, wanting to grip his cock with her cunt he pulled away. He only pulled away enough for her to be unsuccessful, not enough to lose touch. His cock never left her cunt, always teasing the outer layers, always threatening.

"You see now how you must obey me at all times? This punishment hurts me as much as you..."

 

[save_marla]

“Plee-eeease,” she wailed, gagging on her panties - but did not insult him by articulating her cravings - he knew well what she wanted from him. She tried to keep still, exhibit some control, but his touch animated her, she twitched and trembled under his fingers, then groaned miserably as she felt the tip of his cock replace them, resting just inside her pussy lips. She had never felt desire this strongly in her life - feeling him so close, but denied the full length of his cock - feeling his restraint, in contrast with her raw need - it was agony.

She rocked her hips back very gently, trying to take him deeper without being impertinent - but her office etiquette was wasted, as he never allowed her any further than he wished her. His control awed her, and she felt a revulsion for her own unmitigated lust, even as she felt the thick tip of his cock probing her wetness deliciously, again. She couldn’t keep on, this way. Her sweaty fingers slipped against the smooth surface of the desk as she gripped it more fiercely, chewing anxiously on the panties, and twitched her hips again. Through clenched teeth and wet satin, she whispered, “Sir, please....I want you in me - please, I’ll do anything you say...”

 

[Rockingham]

"You'll do anything I say?"

Now those were interesting words. Words of desperation perhaps, but more importantly words of promise. She promised a lot more than her cunt to him now, she promised her entire body. Everything for him to do as he wished, just so she could have his cock inside of her.

"Prove it." He moved away from her. His cock strained when it left those soft velvety lips, warm and wet, just waiting for him to push inside. He had to stroke it, tell it there would be better things to come.

He moved now to his desk, sitting down at his throne of a chair. He lounged in it, enough so that his cock pointed straight at the sky.

"You will follow simple direction, do you understand me? We'll see how good you are, then we can go from there. You are to take off your clothing, every stitch. Place it in the chair right there next to you. Then, you get down on your hands and knees and you crawl all the way over to me. If you be a good girl, and beg real nice I might let you suck my cock..."

His eyes twinkled with delight, watching that submissive side of hers yearn in both frustration and satisfaction.

"Go on, little girl, I'm waiting," He was stroking his cock. It yearned against his hand, wanting to find something to fuck.