"God, even my tongue gets hard when I watch her walk," said Paul Carmody. His eyes fastened on the provocative sway of Sandy's ass as she walked to the water cooler. "Just once I'd like to get into her pants and fuck the living hell out of her."
"Fat chance, old man," said Del McDonald, Carmody's chief assistant. "The word is that she's a cold fish. She doesn't put out for anybody. And you haven't even been giving her the old routine. I think you know she's a lost cause."
Paul couldn't take his eyes off the woman as she leaned forward to fill her tiny paper cup. Everything about her made his prick stir and twitch. The luscious globes of her ass pushed firmly against her tight knit dress. The way her big firm tits stuck up made his mouth water. He could see her nipples pressing hard against her blouse. He wondered whether she was always sexually aroused or if she used ice cubes on those tiny nipples. No woman could have nipples so erect and hard all the lime without either thinking sexy thoughts or playing with herself.
"She's an iceberg, Paul. Give up and go fuck your secretary or something. Angela's one hell of a fine-looking broad. You can't tell me you don't knock a little off on the side there, huh?"
"Sure, sure, Del. You know how it is with us big-time executives. All the time fucking. When do you think we get our work done?"
"Uh, during lunch?" the man laughed. "Got to run, Paul. I've got a big deal coming up with one of the mutual funds. They're talking about dropping ten-million dollars if I find the right bond fund for them."
"The tax-free municipals are a good bet for them," said Paul. "Not much return, but they don't have to pay all those Goddamned federal taxes."
"Yeah, I know. I wish I had ten-million to invest. Shit, for that matter, I wish I had a ten-million!"
"Me too." Paul dismissed his assistant and went back to eyeing Sandy.
She knew that he was watching her. Sandy always swung her ass in a sexy way whenever there were men around to admire her. She liked to see them drool and get hot looking at her.
Paul's mind drifted away. He thought of how great it would be to grab Sandy and bend her forward. Her legs would spread tide enough for him to poke his prick into her cunt. At first, she would fight. The more she struggled, the more turned on they both would become. She couldn't possibly hope to fight him off. He was too strong. Besides, his iron-hard prick would already be up her seething hot cunt.
His cock would steal come of her desire to struggle. He would fuck her hard, using long, brutal strokes. She would beg for more, and he would give it to her.
Paul felt sweat break out on his forehead. His mouth became dry and his hands trembled slightly. Damn! Why did he let that iceberg of a woman get to him? She had shut down every guy in the office. She was a cold bitch.
She sure didn't fuck around with any of the staff. She was an aggressive woman, but, he couldn't figure out what made her tick. Getting ahead was one thing, but she seemed to want to do it without having any fun along the way.
Paul sighed and turned as Sandy returned to her private office. He hadn't been able to fuck her the entire time she'd been in the office. He didn't really know why. He wasn't that much afraid she'd shut him down. Her chilly manner made her a prize worth more than any of the others. He wanted to make his pitch at just the right time and fuck the hell out of her.
She was a lot like him in some ways that he couldn't quite put into words. Maybe that was why he bided his time. When everything was just right, he'd know it. And he didn't want to fuck things up before them.
Paul went into his office and sat down in a chair only slightly larger than the one Sandy occupied in her office. He was the branch manager, but she was the head of his most important division. Together they handled all the major accounts and racked up millions a year in sales for Marrick, Vickers and Woodward. Paul had to hand it to Sandy Kramer. She knew how to flaunt her tits and ass to the right men. She always sold more than any of his other salespeople.
He tried to work, but found his mind drifting back to the seductive sway of her perky ass. He couldn't get her ass out of his mind. All he could think about was Sandy's tight ass, tasty-looking tits, and well-fleshed thighs.
"Shit," he sighed as he pressed his intercom button. "Angie, get that sweet ass of yours in here."
"Right away, Mr. Carmody? I have a lot of typing to do." He cursed under his breath. She knew he was hornier than hell. She probably was too, but Angela enjoyed playing these little mind games. He'd show her but good.
"I said move that ass of yours. Now!" He took his finger off the button to find Angela already inside his office door.
He studied her as if for the first time. She wasn't a bad-looking chick, he had to admit. He couldn't really get a knockout for a secretary or his wife would bitch, but Angela seemed just right for a compromise.
She was a little plain, but that was mostly due to the way she dressed and wore her hair. He had seen her really fixed up and looking great. Her face had a classical beauty and her pale complexion turned him on. Her pouting lips promised more than he was likely to get, but the bold thrust of her tits pleased him immensely. The womanly flare of her hips and her meaty ass always set his prick to jerking around inside of his pants.
"You rang, master?" Her voice was small. She sounded frightened.
He noticed the term she had used. In their business dealings, he demanded that she call him Mr. Carmody. When they were fooling around in his office, she enjoyed a dominance trip. She was willing to play when she addressed him as "master".
"Shut up, slut!" he snapped. He stood and came around the desk and stared at her for a moment. Then he said, "Well, why aren't you taking off your pantyhose? Do I have to tell you everything?"
"Yes, master," she said meekly, but she was already bending forward to slip her fingers under the elastic band and work the filmy stockings over the bulge pf her ass. She knew better than to try sitting down when she did this. He enjoyed seeing her move and turn.
He yanked the pantyhose from her fingers the instant she had gotten them off her feet. Without a word, he took a handful of her red hair and brutally pulled her head back.
"You'll have to be taught to obey me faster."
"Please, master, don't punish me. I'll do better in the future. I promise that I will!" Her voice trembled slightly in anticipation of what he would do to her. All her pleas meant nothing if he truly wanted to discipline her.
"I'll do any damned thing I want to you, you dumb cunt!" he shouted. Looking at the woman's green eyes, he quickly wrapped her pantyhose around her hands, tying them together. He released his grip on her hair and she fell to her knees, sobbing.
"Please! I'll do anything you want. Anything at all!"
"Of course you will. You'll dolt because I order you to!"
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire. She licked her lips and panted, "How can I please you, master?"
"Suck my prick until it's hard."
She fumbled with his zipper. Her tied hands made it difficult for her to run it down the metallic track, but she succeeded. She had to. Her master had commanded her.
The cock snapped out of his pants, already erect. She hastily took it into her mouth and began giving the best head she could. With her breath coming in short, quick gasps, Angela was hardly able to restrain her rampaging emotions.
The man sighed at the wet feel of her soft, ruby lips all over the thick knobby head of his prick. She was giving him a good blow-job. She always did. Angela was one of the best cocksuckers he'd ever gotten as a secretary. But she had to be persuaded to do it right. She simply didn't drop down and stuff prick into her mouth whenever he wanted. The only way she seemed to get hot was when he bossed her around, tied her up and abused her verbally.
The words he used were designed to make her even hotter. "You stupid slut. You call that sucking? I want you to give me head. Really suck on my cock. None of this half-assed stuff you're doing now. Suck, suck damn you, suck!"
She sucked, harder now, with more insistence. He found the sensations ripping away at his control. His balls tightened. His jism demanded release. He held it back. It wouldn't do to come in the woman's sucking, hot mouth. Not yet. First, he wanted to convince her he was the master and she was only a willing slave to his desires.
He took a step back. His prick slipped from between her soft lips and she almost fell on her face. She had to support herself with her stocking-bound hands. Angela looked up, questions in her eyes.
"Not good enough," he told her in a tightly-controlled, level voice. He marveled at how well he did it. Inside, he was churning and dancing with lust. Her wet, sucking mouth on his prick had done it to him. But he didn't want to show it. Not until he was ready to come.
"Wh-what do you want me to do?"
"Suck it harder. Damn it! If I have to show you everything, I'll be forced to whip your naked ass. Do you want that?"
She did. But she obediently inched forward and took his balls in her cupped hands. She kissed and brushed her lips over his balls. When she fluttered her eyelashes against his cock, he almost came. The fluttery sensation was very arousing.
Then she moved back down the shaft of his cock. She licked and lightly nipped at his flesh, arousing his cock to the point where he would explode if she continued.
"How disgusting," he announced, his voice dripping with scorn. "I thought my slave could give better head than that. Any twelve-year-old virgin could suck cock better."
"But, master," she pleaded, "give me another chance!" Her tied hands and sad look really turned him on. If he didn't get into her cunt and start fucking her soon, he was going to come, spurting into her hair and face.
For a second, he considered doing just that. Then his desires got the better of him. He had to get on her and ride.
"On your feet," he snapped, his voice brooking no disobedience. She hastened to do his biding. As soon as she was erect, he shoved her forward. She was barely able to catch herself as she fell. Her hands landed with a resounding smack on his oak desk, her feet were placed well behind her body. Her stomach muscles strained to keep her from collapsing on the floor.
"Stay like that," he said. He looked at his bound secretary and smiled. She presented such a beautiful figure, tied up as she was. He felt his prick stir with new lust for her.
"Please, master, my arms are shaking. Can't I move my feet in closer to the desk?"
"No." He moved behind her and hiked up her tight skirt until it was rolled around her waist. The woman wore frilly panties. He hated to do this to such sexy undies, but his need was too great to wait for her to pull them down. He moved between her well-spread legs and aimed his prick directly for the panty-hidden cunt-hole.
His prick smashed into her soft, sexy panties. He felt the wetness that had already oozed from her pussy. She was wet and ready for him to fuck her. He drove his prick upward again, struggling against the thin fabric that kept him from driving all the way up into her cunt. He wanted his prick fucking hard into that cunt. Nothing less would do.
She groaned every time he battered against her panties. She felt the strain in her belly muscles from her unnatural position. But she wouldn't have moved even if her life depended on it. What he was doing to her pussy was too delightful.
Even if she wanted to stop him, she couldn't have done so. With her hands bound and in her awkward position, she was totally helpless. Moreover, she felt a surge of desire blasting through her body with every thrust of his prick.
Her panties prevented his cock from entering her pussy. But the way her clit struggled to rise made her pleasures soar. The material of the lacy panties stretched tightly over her cunt, rubbing against it, stimulating it. Every fucking stroke sent new tremors of desire through her body. She heard the cunt-juice-soaked material begin to rip. She didn't care in the least.
All she wanted was more prick.
As her panties gave way and the blunt head of his prick touched her blood-engorged pussy-lips, she came. The woman's clit got a full dose of the rubbing, driving stimulation as her cunt tightened.
She moaned and shook. Her arms and legs went weak. She started to sink to the floor, but she found a hard, rigid shaft of cock inside her, supporting her, making her stay in place.
"Shit," he groaned. "What a cunt!" Then, as if realizing this were not the role he should be playing, he added, "It's floppy. Does every guy in this fucking place stick his cock up your drippy cunt?"
"N-no, master," she stuttered. The effects of his hot prick inside her cunt was beginning to make her tremble again. Again she wanted to feel the friction of his cockhead against her pussy-walls. She wanted – needed him to fuck her.
"You lie. I'll have to punish you for lying to me!" He ran his hands between their bodies. His fingers gripped harshly at the smooth curves of her ass-cheeks. She groaned and drove her ass backwards under the pressure, trying to get more of her flesh into his hands. The way her skin tightened around her clit and cunt made his prick feel gigantic.
"Fuck me, fuck me haaaaaard!"
He grunted. He felt her cunt begin to tense up around his cock. The woman's cunt-walls became tighter and tighter. All along the length of his swollen cock, he felt rippling sensations. As he pulled his prick out, a sucking noise filled the room.
The woman heard the sound. The noise turned her on, but the exit of his prick wade her hornier than ever. She wanted his prick back inside her hot pussy.
She felt his hands brutally twisting her buttocks. He seemed to be trying to rip the fleshy mounds of ass-cheek from her body. She went crazy with lust as he tightened the skin around her clit by pulling on her firmly-fleshed ass.
She came again.
His prick waited to enter her deep cunt. The froth of cunt-juices boiling from within her convinced him to drive his cock back into her cunt. He drove back in with a hard stroke that rattled the woman's teeth. He ground his prick into her pussy, feeling his long, hard cock push deep inside her hot, juicy cunt. When he would hardly keep his come back, he pulled out with a quick stroke.
Her passionate climax ripped all of her sensations apart and put them back together in a crazy-quilt of desire. She hardly knew what was happening. She pulled hard at the stockings holding her wrists together. They didn't give. This increased her joy tenfold. She fought as hard as she could but still he controlled her.
He began to drive into her again, his cock stretching her tight cuntal walls to the breaking point. Deep inside, he rotated his prick around, then drove into her with great speed. The fucking pace picked up and soon he was giving it to her full bore.
She felt the friction of his prick along her cunt. The feel of his body so close to her ass added to her arousal. His hands pulling hard at her ass-flesh made her weak, but filled with desire. When he reached around her body and began lightly stroking across the tip of her erect clit, she blew apart in a fantastic climax.
The man grunted as he felt the velvety walls of her pussy crush down along his cock. Convulsed with her orgasm, he found it required all his strength to pull back out.
"Never felt a cunt so Goddamned tight," he moaned. He moved his hands restlessly all over her buttocks. His fingers sought out her clit and teased it until it pulsed and throbbed mightily against the tips of his fingers. Then he drove his prick back into the seething depths of her cunt.
His prick moved way up into fret pussy. His balls banged against her cunt-lips. For the first time, the man wished the woman's hands were free. Then she would be able to reach back between her legs and fondle his balls. But he knew it wasn't possible to release her now. The fucking had started with her as his bound slave and that was the way it would have to end.
He felt his balls tighten as another come tightened her pussy. He let go of her slippery little clit and moved his hands until they were under the woman's body. He picked her up bodily so that her feet left the floor and her legs were firmly caught under his arms. Her only other support was her bound hands pressed into the top of his desk.
He began fucking her from this position. He felt the heat and tension all along his throbbing cock. He fucked faster, letting her body dip and then pulling it back toward his crotch.
She came. Once… twice… three times in succession. One come had barely died when another smashed through her body. She cried and moaned and begged him to stop. He fucked her even harder.
"Oh, no, please, no mooooore! My body's worn out! You can't fuck me any more! Please! Aaaaieeeee!"
He paid no attention to her pleading. It didn't matter to him one way or the other. She'd already gotten off more times than he could count. His own desires mattered the most now. He drove his meaty prick in and out of her cunt at a fantastic pace.
He felt her cunt squeeze down hard on his cock again and that was it. He couldn't hold back the fiery, passionate tide of his jism any longer. His come exploded into her cunt. He whitewashed the walls of her coming pussy until they were both struggling in the throes of orgasm.
He continued fucking her – longer than ever before. The sight of her arching back, her widespread cunt, the legs trapped under his arms, the pantyhose-tied wrists, her heavy tits under her body all got to him and kept his prick stiff for several more minutes. Then his cock simply quit. It slipped from her pussy amid a flow of her cunt juice and his come.
Paul dropped his secretary so that her feet were firmly planted on the rug again. Then he took a tissue from a box on a shelf and wiped off the come dribbling down the front of his pants. Angela turned around and saw what he was doing.
She fell to her knees again and took his prick in her hands and started licking. She licked all over his prick and balls until the last traces of his come were gone.
Then she stood up. He silently undid her hands and tossed the pantyhose into the trash.
She started to protest. "But."
He cut her off. "Just put your skirt down. No, wait." He grabbed the elastic band of her sexy panties and jerked hard. The first motion didn't rip them from her hips. The second did. He tossed the frilly, delicate panties into the trash along with her pantyhose. "Now put your skirt down," he commanded.
She obeyed.
"I want you to go out and get back to work. I don't want you to let anyone else see that you don't have any panties on. And I don't want you wiping off the come caking the insides of your thighs. I'll examine them later in the day. If my come isn't there, I'll severely punish you. Now get out of my sight."
She left.
He did check her later that day. He dropped into the knee-well of her desk and buried his head under her skirt while she sat and tried to carry on her regular business. They both got off on it in a big way.