Mark Shows His True Colours: Part 3 - Sex Stories

Mark Shows His True Colours: Part 3

... and he actually blushed. I don't think he realized yet that I actually owned the joint -- mostly because I worked the coffee machine and the register, which was fun for me, and took the load off my staff. I brought him a very nice Americano, on the house, and told him I expected him for the weekend. I could see he was very happy to hear that.

"How's work?" I asked.

"Not bad."

"Your new look is great, Mark, you're making me hard."

He laughed.

"Well, the troops at the office think I'm going gay. Not that I care what they think."

"It might enhance your reputation and keep those pesky girls away from you... though the guys might start hitting on you instead!"

"I like the way you hit," he said.

"See you Saturday," I replied, before lowering my voice and adding, "bitch."

I greeted Mark on Saturday with a kiss. He was laden with a huge mixed bouquet of seasonal flowers, and I noted his clogs and eyes, which made me lick my lips. I served a quick lunch with wine and we settled down in my lounge. I had a pretty skimpy outfit on: short shorts, a sports bra and bare feet. Mark was licking his lips when I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly unzipped them.

"On your knees, my good little slut, slide them off."

Mark dropped and brought my shorts down to my feet. My hard cock was at eye level, bulging through my black panties.

"Take it, you bitch."

He moved the panties aside and wrapped his mouth around my hard member. I grabbed a fistful of hair and ...

... pressed his head against me until his lips touched my balls. He gagged but I didn't relent. After a few more deep sucks he was taking me in rhythmically all the way. I slapped my wet cock against his cheeks and told him to rise and led him to my bedroom.

I had a free-standing bed in the middle of the room -- I didn't like to be hemmed in. At each corner I had tied a long black silk scarf.

"Take your fucking clothes off and then get on your back, my slut, spread yourself."

Mark hastened to obey. I kicked his jeans and shirt to a corner and then I fastened his wrists and ankles with the scarves so that he lay spread-eagled, facing up, and taut. The bed was a King, nice and big, perfect for my purposes.

I gazed down at my sexy and willing bitch. His 8 inch cock was swollen with excitement. I gazed down at his sexy bod too, the nice six-pack, the solid chest, his slender but strong legs. And it gave me an idea which I parked for later, smiling.

I went to Mark's jeans and fished out his cell phone.

"What's your code, bitch?"

"What are you doing, Robin?"

"Whatever I want. Now, answer me, what's your code."

He sighed a long sigh and told me. I used it to open his camera app and snapped a shot.

"What was your girlfriend's name?" I asked. "The redhead with the long hair."

Mark squirmed and blushed.

"Please don't, Robin."

I stripped and moved over to him, gently resting my cock on his face.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes,"

"Say it."

"I want your ...