Working late. - Sex Stories

Working late.

... wink gives me the go ahead. Taking hold of her wrist and spinning her in her chair to face me, I pull her closer and press my lips against hers. I push my tongue into her slightly opened mouth, and am welcomed by her tongue. Flittering around we chase each other’s tongue in a game of “catch me if you can”. My hand follows her thigh up under the short red skirt. I move the thin fabric of her panties aside and massage her clit with the tip of my finger. Her legs spread wider and she settles back into the chair, offering her hot cunt to my searching fingers. I open my briefcase and take the hand cuffs from under the folders. I snap them around one wrist. Her eyes open, briefly and her sigh signals approval. The other wrist is quickly added to the cuffs, her hot pussy is now dripping wet. Pulling her clear on the chair I turn her towards the desk. She leans over, presenting a very lovely ass. I pull the red shirt down and expose her rounded cheeks. “Have you been a good girl’, I ask her, while rubbing that wonderful ass with my hands. “No, I have been very naughty and need to be punished” she admits to me. “Bad girls should be punished, and now is a very good time.” Holding her tight against the desk with my hips, I raise my hand. “Smack”, the sound seems loud in the empty office. “Oh, yes, that’s it, I have been very, very, bad” I continue striking her ass cheeks till they are a bright red. Her breathing is rapid, and little moans of pleasure escape her clenched teeth. Lifting ...

... her, I arrange that sweet body on the desk top. Using the stiletto heels she has on, I drop each in a drawer handle, holding her legs wide open. Pushing her back against the computer screen, I loop her cuffed hands over her head. The cubical post works well restraining her hands there. Ripping her blouse open sends two buttons bouncing across the floor. Taking the letter opener laying there on the desk, I saw through her bra. “Now these are quite nice. Are they as sensitive as your ass?” I ask her. “Oh please, don’t hurt them. I can’t stand to have them pulled.” She pleads. “Oh, I won’t pull them” I answer her pleadings. Removing one bull clip from the shelf behind her, I pinch it around one nipple. “OOOOHHHH, stop, that hurts too much.” She complains, arching her back. My reply is to rotate the clip from side to side, adding to the pain. After a few seconds, I stop the movement and let her body deal with the now lessening pain. Taking the other nipple between my fingers, I rotate it slowly until I see her attention again focused on my actions. Grabbing the back of her head, I kiss her brutally. Reaching into my briefcase once again I take the 12 inch giant dildo, its massive 3 inch girth filling my hand. “No, that won’t fit, it’s too big” there is fear in that voice. “Please don’t try, please” The hard rubber ball gag, hidden from her view, cuts off her appeals for mercy as I tighten the straps around her head. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I hold her pussy open and ...