He had a hard-on. She looked again at the man standing in front of her and almost laughed in his face. Sandy Kramer felt nothing but contempt for this mouse of a man. He hardly merited her attention. But she figured that, since she had caught him embezzling money, she could play it for all it was worth and get her rocks off at the same time.
"You're pathetic," she said, her voice icy with scorn. "I don't know how a human being like you survives. Can you hold your head up at all? Damn it, you dumb cocksucker, answer me!"
"Yes," he said, but his voice was weak. He folded his hands in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on. The more he tried to keep his prick down, the harder it got. He didn't understand why this should happen. Of all the account executives at Marrick, Vickers and Woodward stock brokers, why did it have to be this bitch who found his book-juggling? Sandy Kramer had the reputation of being the coldest, meanest, most nasty-tongued of all the executives.
Still, something about this woman aroused the man sexually. She hadn't reached her high position without being domineering and heartless. He couldn't keep his hard-on a secret from her much longer. If she continued berating him and telling him what a worthless piece of shit he was, he night even come in his pants.
"You're lousy too. You can't even steal and do it right. What good are you? No good!" she raged. She felt her tits begin to rise and fall as she worked herself into a rampaging anger. It felt good. She knew her tits were enticing the man and causing his cock to stiffen.
To torment him further, she leaned forward at her desk to give him a good look at the tops of her creamy tits. She never wore a bra. She had found that it gave her an added advantage when dealing with men. They couldn't take their eyes off her tits long enough to figure out she was fucking them over in whatever business deal they were negotiating.
Sandy was very proud of her tits. She knew that her tits were absolutely splendid and she did anything she could to flaunt them. Bigger than a mouthful, her tits were silky and conical and capped with hard nipples which made some men almost blow their wads just seeing them poking hard against the thin blouses she wore.
The woman shrugged her shoulders, managing to get the top button of her blouse undone. The sides of her tits were clearly visible to the man she and run a hand down her warm and wanton cleavage and to enjoy the female warmth she had to offer.
If only he were man enough to do it.
He stood in front of her, staring, his mouth gaping slightly. He fumbled around at his crotch, frying vainly to hide his erection from her. She would have laughed at him, except she found her breath coming faster and her cunt beginning to feel the sensation of sexual arousal.
"You lousy, stinking piece of shit. You're not good enough to lick my shoes!" She moved slightly so that her shoe could be seen at the edge of the desk. The woman raised her skirt a bit to further torture her victim. Her trim leg, neatly clad in nylon, would have given a hard-on to a statue. The flesh-and-blood man in front of her bit his lower lip.
"Please don't turn me in to Mr. Hunt! He'll fire me. I… I need the job. I have a wife and three kids. What'll they do if I get fired for stealing?"
"You should have thought of that before you took the money." She noticed his furtive glances toward her shoe. She stretched her leg out, thrust her foot toward him and repeated, "You're not good enough to lick my shoes."
He got the message. He turned white, and then dropped to his knees. A cruel smirk appeared on her face as he took her foot in his hand. He didn't want to do this, but he didn't want to get fired, either. He might even end up in jail if they found out exactly how much he had embezzled in the past three years.
The woman thrust her foot toward his face. He gulped and started licking the soft leather uppers of her right shoe. She immediately jerked it from his grasp and snarled, "Not the top, you fool. The sole. I want you to lick the sole of my shoe!"
He swallowed hard again and went back to his degrading task. She put her left foot on his shoulder and leaned back, her legs spreading slightly and giving him a quick glimpse of smoky, nylon-covered thighs and the hint of her pussy. He licked faster, cleaning the sole of her shoe as though his tongue were some sort of brush.
Sandy almost laughed out loud then and there, but that would have broken the mood. She enjoyed this. Men were such bastards that it made her feel good when she could get the upper-hand on one of them. Men had nothing but sex on their minds. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was all they thought of when they looked at a woman.
She would show them. She had brains as well as a voluptuous body. And not one of those pieces of shit would ever stuff his prick into her cunt and fuck her. She would fuck them all over, but none would ever get to her. She was smart and ruthless. She had clawed her way to the top of this brokerage firm. No one knew the stock market better than she, nor was anyone able to invest the millions that flowed through the office very year and turn a better percentage profit. She had only been with the firm for two years and already she had worked her way up to the second highest position in this office. One day, she would have Paul Carmody's job. If she had to lie and steal and cheat and fuck over every man in the office, she would do it.
She turned her attention back to the man at her feet. She took her left foot off his shoulder and presented it to him. "This one has a dirty sole, too." She wiped the sole of her right shoe on his shirt while he licked away, his tongue working like a scrub brush. The woman carefully allowed him another quick look at her pussy. It was clear to him by now that she wore only pantyhose. Panties were a waste of time in her busy, high-pressure world, just as bras were.
"How far will you go to keep your job?" she asked.
"Anything!" he quickly answered, immediately regretting it. This was a cold-hearted cunt that would stop at nothing.
"Kiss my ass," she commanded. She stood, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose. Her gleaming white ass reflected beautifully in the room.
"Wh-what?" he said.
"Kiss my ass, you shit-brained moron. Kiss it!" She felt his trembling fingers stroking the trim curves of her buttocks. His fevered fingers started to pry apart her tightly-clenched ass-cheeks, but a quick twitch of her rear end stopped that. She didn't want his fingers on her ass. She wanted his lips kissing her. "Kiss my ass!" she repeated.
This time he instantly obeyed. She laughed aloud. She felt a great surge of power. Never had she held a man so totally under her thumb as she did this junior executive. He would do anything at all, to keep his job. She loved the feeling of complete dominance.
He kissed her ass again before she could hike up her pantyhose and turn around to face him. The look on his face showed both fear and desire. She knew she had him firmly on the hook and wasn't going to let him off. Not now.
"Pull my panty hose back down with your teeth and lick my cunt. I want you to taste a real woman's pussy."
Even his teeth seemed to tremble. He inched forward and gripped her ass, but she batted his hands away. He got the message. Only his teeth were to touch her pantyhose and only his lips and tongue could caress her flesh. Anything else was not allowed.
She felt his hot breath coming in short spurts. The hot air rippled through the tangled mat of her pussy and made her sigh. This was more exciting than anything she had done in a long time. Knowing she could make this man do anything she wanted sent electric sparks of carnal desire shooting into her belly.
When he finally managed to pull her pantyhose down over the flaring curves of her ass, she was ready for him. Her legs drifted apart to allow him to bury his face in her pussy. She moaned softly as his tongue ran up and down the length of her well-oiled cunt-slit. A man's mouth working against her cunt-lips was nice, but having him do it when he would have preferred to simply leave made it all the more thrilling for her. She was in complete command of him. Her every wish was literally his command!
"Faster, lick my cunt faster!"
His rough, pink tongue moved between her pussy-lips and probed up into her cunt. She spread her legs apart just far enough to allow him to really get his tongue into her. Let him strain awhile. She enjoyed this immensely and didn't care if he ended up with aching jaws. All that mattered was how hot she felt.
Her cunt boiled inside. She propped her ass on her desk and sobbed slightly as the man's tongue began reaming her out. He moved it back and forth in her pussy with some authority, so she felt she could harass him.
"Not there, you Goddamn jackass. Are you more used to sucking cock than eating out a woman? What's the matter with you, fuck-head?"
"N-nothing! Just tell me wh-what you want!"
"Your belt."
"What? I don't understand." His cock was pressing against his pants now. He wanted nothing more than to whip his prick out and stand up, stuffing it into her juicy cunt which was spread so invitingly before his face. But he couldn't do that. She didn't want him fucking her. She wanted him to eat pussy. She had the knowledge that could send him to jail, so he had to obey her every command.
"Give me your fucking belt. Don't even the simplest of words mean a Goddamn thing to you?"
He pulled his broad black leather belt out of his pants and held it up to her, wondering what she intended to do with it. He found out in a hurry.
The first blow was light. She wanted to get the feel of the leather before she really used it on him. "Get back to licking my pussy, shit head. Now, damn you, now!" She used the belt with more authority, like a whip. The belt landed with a stinging slap across his shoulders. As he went back to work on her cunt, she applied the belt with more and more gusto to his broad back.
Watching him cringe was only part of the thrill for her. She felt her pussy chum out its thick oils every time the belt bit into his flesh. His tongue worked with greater speed on her cunt now. He even worked up and down her pussy lips so that she felt warmth growing inside.
The sexual tensions mounting in her body would erupt into orgasm if he kept up his tonguing long enough. She continued to whip him. She moved her blows down and found his ass. The man's flabby buttocks rocked every time she landed a hard enough blow. She guessed that ugly red marks were appearing on his buttocks. Perhaps she had even bruised his flesh with her whipping.
The idea that she was so completely in control excited her even more than the tongue-fucking he was giving her pussy. His rough, pink tongue reamed her out deeply enough to excite her, but nothing made her gasp and moan in pleasure like the knowledge of her supremacy.
She was "only a woman", they'd said. Only a woman, but she could dominate any man. She whipped him harder and screamed, "Use your Goddamn tongue on my clit, you ignorant scumbag. Haven't you ever had a woman before? Are all your lovers queers? Or do you have any lovers at all? Do you beat your meat to some sleazy magazine? I bet you can't even get a woman to look at you, you son of a bitch."
His tongue exploded in a wild frenzy of licking. Then he moved so that he could apply his mouth to her pussy and suck. When he did, she thought her guts would flow out of her cunt. The sucking was like heaven to her. She had become more and more horny sitting behind her huge desk making decisions, spending millions of dollars, doing all the things a high-powered executive at a brokerage firm had to do.
"Faster, lick me faster!" She beat him with his belt until she knew his back must look like a piece of chopped meat. It didn't matter any more. All she cared about was the wondrous way he applied his mouth to her cunt-lips and tongued the puffy ridges. Her blood-engorged cunt-lips pulsed mightily now.
His tongue lightly flicked across her clit. The tiny organ had finally poked its sensitive head up. The man's tongue dashed around her clit a few times, then stroked with feathery touches all the way to the pointy tip. That set off her orgasm.
Her climax rocked her hard and she couldn't keep from shrieking. Sandy vaguely worried that her secretary might look in and see what was going on, but it didn't really matter. The woman could keep her mouth shut. She had worked with the male executives in the company for a long time. She was used to them knocking off a piece during their lunch hour. She was probably glad it wasn't her ass they were after now that she had Sandy for a boss.
She shivered and moaned louder. "My poor little clittie. Give it a good tongue-lashing!" As she mouthed the last word, she renewed her beating with the harsh leather belt. Whipping him stoked her own passions. The feel of his tongue all over her pussy was nice, but the muscular exertion of beating him with his belt really set her off. She came several times in quick succession.
She would have staggered and fallen if it hadn't been for the desk pressing into her ass. She perched herself on the edge of the desk and spread her legs a bit wider. This tightened the skin around her cunt and made the sensations of the man licking and kissing her more intense. She came again. This time she couldn't keep beating him with the belt. Her muscular control was shot to hell by the power and suddenness of her orgasm.
The woman realized the man was getting the upper-hand on her. As long as he thought he controlled her with his tongue, he wouldn't feel put down. He might even learn to ignore the pain she inflicted as she beat him with the broad leather strap.
She couldn't tolerate the thought. His tongue felt good as it licked at her cunt. When his hot breath made the fleecy fur of her pussy-mound stir, it pushed her passions almost to the breaking point. And the light caresses and kisses of his soft lips against her throbbing clitoris would send her into a sexual high again and again. She must put a stop to this at once.
Lifting her foot, she kicked him away from her. The cool air of the air-conditioned room blew across her super-hot pussy. She shivered from the coldness and momentarily wondered if she'd done the right thing. His mouth had felt so damned good.
Too damned good. She was beginning to forget that she was the one in control. She couldn't permit him even the slightest hint that he could dominate her by using sex. Sex was her weapon, the weapon she employed so well to get to the top of the heap.
"You disgust me. You're no good even when it comes to something simple like eating pussy. Maybe you can jerk off. That should be something you can handle." She laughed at his shocked expression. He had her thick, cunt-oils on his lips and the slight froth was only starting to dry up. But his shocked-look was the most precious of all for her.
She commanded, he obeyed. That was the way she wanted it and that was the way she got it. He stood up. His knees were as shaky as hers felt. He looked down at his thick bulging prick and asked in disbelief, "You want me to beat off?"
"Yes, yes," she said, impatiently. "Do it. Now!"
He rushed to take out his prick. He had felt his cock tenting his trousers ever since the woman had begun to taunt him from stealing all that money. He pulled his cock out and held it firmly in his hand. For a moment, he thought she might come over, take his prick into her mouth and give him head.
Instead, she turned and moved the thick leather belt so that it went between her legs. She held the belt so that she could pull it across her cunt. He watched as she began to move the belt. The black leather was soon coated with her cunt-juices.
"Damn it, jerk off!" she screamed.
His hand started moving slowly up and down his cock. She licked her lips as she watched. His cock wasn't the tiny one she'd imagined this zero of a man might have. It was a good seven inches long. He was well hung for being such a mousy accountant. The thick bulb at his cock-tip pulsed visibly above his hand. She felt her arousal returning, speeding up her heartbeat.
The veins on his prick pulsated. The big vein on top appeared ready to explode as he moved his hand faster and faster. The expression on his face was on that she would cherish for a long, long time. He was as confused, scared and horny as she was.
She moved the belt between her legs with greater authority now. It felt good rubbing against her cunt-lips. The love-juices seeping from her pussy made it slippery. The friction of the belt against her flesh warmed her snatch. She found just the right angle to draw it over her pussy-mound so that it rubbed and stimulated her clit.
Every trip back and forth made her gasp in joy. She got off on this more than she had thought. The sight of the man's hard, thick prick jerking around in front of his body was delightful enough, but knowing she forced him to beat off was great.
"Faster!" she yelled. "I want to see that ugly cock of yours spurting onto the rug!"
He moved his hand faster. She quickened the tempo by pulling the belt back and forth across her cunt even faster. It was almost as though he were fucking with a cock ten feet long. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the wonderful sensations in her body.
The smooth black leather belt rubbing all over her cunt-lips made her tremble with excitement. The sight of his prick bulging so big and hard in the man's hand did something to her that she couldn't define. She loved her dominance of the entire situation. She had power, real power, and she enjoyed using it.
She gulped and moaned as she came again. The woman pushed a strand of her jet-black hair from her eyes focused on the man's prick just as it erupted. The white gob of jism shot into the air and spattered onto the floor in front of her desk. She stroked the belt back and forth over her cunt a couple more times to get the maximum sensation out of it. Then she stopped.
Sandy pulled up her pantyhose and smoothed her skirt. She settled back into her big executive chair and looked at the white spot on her rug where he had come.
"Lick it up before it stains," she commanded. The horrified look on the man's face sent an electric-like surge into her pussy again. She loved being the dominant one!
Silently, he dropped to his hands and knees and licked up his come from the floor. She smiled, then sneered at him as he rose to face her again.
"It's all done. Can I go?"
"Here's your belt. And you're fired. I can't afford to have thieving accountants on my staff."
"But you said…"
"I said nothing," she cut him off. "I promised you nothing. You are so Goddamned stupid you didn't realize what you were agreeing to."
"I'll get you for this," he snarled, putting his belt back through the loops of his pants.
"How? Will you tell the cops that you licked my shoes and let me beat you with your own belt. Tat I forced you to jerk off? So what? Even if they believe you, it's you who's the crook. I didn't steal a Goddamned cent from this company. If anything, I've made them millions. Now get the hell out of my sight! You disgust me."
He turned and stormed out. Sandy Kramer smiled as he left. She leaned back in her leather chair and put her feet up on her desk, smiling lazily as she stroked her wet cunt. It had been a good day so far.