Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... favorable comments.’ ‘You have? Why does that amaze me?’ Her eyes are back on my shriveled dick, which has shrunk into the confines of my fly. Is she referring to my size? ‘It’s… you can’t tell like this. I’ve been told I’m pretty big.’ ‘You are? I don’t see how I can believe that.’ ‘But it’s true. It’s just… right now… this is so embarrassing.’ ‘Are you going to sit there whining, or are you going to show me how big it is?’ ‘B-but I can’t just…’ ‘What? You can’t get it up? Why? Do you not find me attractive?’ What I meant was that I can’t just start jerking my dick in front of her, right here in the office. ‘No. Yes. I do. I find you very attractive. I often think of you.’ I overdid it. The hand comes down again and cuts across my face, sending my head swaying in the direction of the slap. ‘That’s what I am to you? A dirty fantasy?’ ‘N-no, I didn’t mean it like that.’ ‘You mean you don’t fantasize with me? You don’t think I’m sexy then?’ Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. The woman is driving me nuts. What does she want? ‘No. Yes. I don’t know. I… it’s complicated. I don’t know if I can explain it. You might not understand.’ ‘Try me.’ It is true. I have often fantasized with Ms Saunders. It’s not just the rumors. It’s her intensity, her stance, her overpowering attitude and how she imposes her will. Her dominant character. She has the subtlety of a rhinoceros and the empathy of a shark. I dream of being possessed by a cold woman like her. To be used and abused by her, ...

... to be mangled and mauled to the shape of her irate desires, succumbing in her cold creases, suffocating in the marshlands of her womanhood, to be sucked dry only to be discarded like an empty shell and still be ready and willing to give ever more if such should be her will. Ever at her disposal for whatever she should desire. But how do I explain this to her? ‘I… you are more woman than I could ever aspire. I have always admired you, the way you run your department, how you inspire respect. You never waver. You always know exactly what you want and how to get it. There is such strength in you. Even if I don’t have the privilege of working under you, it is my most ardent desire to serve you in any way possible without restriction of any sort or kind, and to do so in more than satisfactory manner.’ There. Was that subtle or what? She can take that any way she likes and still be right and wrong at the same time. She’s looking down at me, immersed in thought. But something is happening in her crotch, a thin wet patch is darkening the white fabric of her tights where it forms a bulging V between the insides of her thick thighs. I knew it! ‘You are good with words, Peterson, but your dick is calling you a liar.’ I look down. The thin role of wrinkled skin has not budged. ‘I do not wish to disrespect you.’ ‘Bullshit! A moment ago you seemed to believe you could impress me with the size of your dick. Yet all you do is talk. I think I’ll have you sorry ass fired after all.’ ‘No, wait. ...