The Secretary (Cream, Saku)
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				Title: <strong>The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 07:05:18</strong>
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				"Yes, Mr. Jones, I will make sure that he gets home before the sun comes up." Anne sang towards the Vice President of the company, the only person other than Annette herself and Mr. Jonathon Behm, the seeming Master of the entire company, still left in the Office at this time of night.<br><br>"Thats a good girl, Anne.&nbsp; I am glad he decided to hire you, you are working out just great." Perhaps she had not been as capable of hiding the look of resentment at that term from him behind her smile, because Mr. Jones suddenly looked as though he felt he had made some major mistake.&nbsp; What was it about powerful men that made them all think they could talk to women like they were children?&nbsp; Sure, he had said it in an attempt to be sweet, but it left a rather bitter taste in her mouth.<br><br>"I'm glad you got me the interview." Her words did hide that resentment though, as Mr. Jones gave her one more smile before the elevator doors shut and Anne was finally free of the man, free to go about doing what she had been working up the nerve to do for days now.&nbsp; She should be worried about losing her job, instead, she was simply worried that the dress wouldn't fit.&nbsp; She could damn herself for not having tried the damned thing on before today, when she planned on putting it on for the first time.<br><br>Jonathon looked out towards her through the open door and gave her one of those smiles that could sweep a girl off of her feet before returning his eyes to the computer monitor in front of him, the dim glow coming from it the only light that was on in the mans office.&nbsp; One of the only on in the entire building; it was past 11 now, and places like this tended to shut down somewhere around the Five Oclock hour.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet there they were, alone in that luxurious Office Space, nothing more than his Monitor and the small reading light sitting on her own desk to let anyone know that there was still life in the place.<br><br>Annette watched him for a moment before finally finding her way towards her desk, picking up the oversized purse that she had uncharacteristically brought with her that morning.&nbsp; She slung it over her shoulder and stepped into his doorway, leaning against the frame as her teeth dragged along her lower lip before she decided to speak.&nbsp; And the effect seemed to work; that tuck of her lower lip, something typically synonymous with a girl who has had one too many and is ready for the man who bought them for her to take her home.<br><br>"I was going to run to the ladies room and get myself a cup of coffee.&nbsp; Can I get you anything?"&nbsp; He watched her now, an expression that could be seen as slightly puzzled on his face before he finally answered her.<br><br>"No thank you, Anne." She watched his hand dip beneath the desk and come up with the bottle of Scotch he kept "Hidden" in one of his cupboards. "This is all I'll be having tonight."<br><br>A subservient nod was all that she gave him as she turned around and walked off towards the bathrooms.&nbsp; <br><br>Ten Minutes was how long it took to do something that should have only taken three tops.&nbsp; But the anticipation left her with shaky hands, and even after she managed to inch the black Latex dress onto her body and slip her feet into the oversized five inch heels who's black leather straps wrapped half way up her calf, she spent another five minutes standing in front of the mirror making sure everything was perfect.&nbsp; But it wasn't hard to do in a dress like this; it left her tits all but spilling out of it's halter top, cutting off so short that a backwards view meant you could see the bottom of her ass which didn't quite fit in.&nbsp; But that part was okay; that was all in the design, just enough to show the black lace boy cut panties.&nbsp; Her right hand held something that she had only purchased the night before...A seven foot long bull whip, wrapped precariously around her wrist as a smile appeared upon her face.&nbsp; Now or Never, she told herself, and god be damned if she spent a weeks wages on this outfit only to back out last minute.<br><br>Lost in his work, he sat in that same place with a glass of Scotch in one hand, the other beneath his chin as he stared at whatever numbers were perplexing him.&nbsp; He didn't notice her leave the bathroom, nor the way she walked straight to the door of his office dressed in something that would hardly be acceptable in a Fetish Club, let alone her place of business.&nbsp; But he did notice when she walked through that door, his eyes going wide as she took no time to walk around his desk.&nbsp; Stand there behind him, he never looked back as though being modest, but she didn't need him to.<br><br>Her breast rested against his shoulder as her lips found their way across the stubble of his cheek, until her teeth dug into his earlobe just before she'd speak. "From now on, you call me Mistress."<br><br>Her voice carried the lust that had been building in her for weeks, his eyes fell shut as he felt her arm snake around his body, her fingertips working their way down his chest until they were over his lap.&nbsp; She'd do away with the button and zipper and not wait for his permission to go further; besides he didn't need to speak, because she could feel his approval as her hand wrapped around his cock. <br><br>"Already hard for me, what a good bitch.&nbsp; And so much of it, too." She let her hand slide up and down his dick after pulling it from his boxers, her thumb gliding across it's head as she slickened it with the fluids which were already coming from him.<br><br>"You will do as I say now, or I will let everyone know your dirty little secret.&nbsp; The big bad business man, think of what it'd do for your reputation if it got out that you preferred being the one crawling around on their hands and knees."<br><br>She doubted highly that it would take black mail for her to get what she wanted, but god...It just made the whole thing so much more enticing.&nbsp; Her hand finally pulled away from his cock as she moved around his chair and stood between him and the desk, her eyes never really able to figure out if they wanted to watch the expression on his face...Or the way his cock was twitching with anticipation.<br><br>Anne took a seat upon the edge of his desk, setting the whip off to the side as her heeled foot found the chair between his legs, she pulled him closer as her legs would part enough to show the sheer panties, and a hairless cunt that was already wet.<br><br>Anne leaned down, taking him by the wrist as she lifted his arm and took the glass of scotch from him.&nbsp; She took the liberty of drinking it herself before she set the glass down beside her and brought his hand to her tattooed outer thigh, his fingers laying just where bare flesh met latex.&nbsp; <br><br>"Say 'Yes, Mistress' when I ask you a question.&nbsp; And then I want to hear how long you've been wanting to fuck me.&nbsp; Was it from the moment you interviewed me?&nbsp; Did I only get the job so that you would have a shot at getting in my panties?&nbsp; Because I only took it because I couldn't get the image of your face forced between my thighs out of my head for a week."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:32:47</strong>
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				Of course, his parents had been in the medical field. Both of them were doctors, surgeons actually. As a result, they made quite a lot of money but there were drawbacks.<br><br>The most important one was that due to this particular job, they rarely had time to spend with him.<br><br>So, he had grown up alone for the most part. He'd gone to daycare during the day and got picked up by a babysitter in the early afternoon. That person would take care of him for the rest of the day until evening when they would leave. By that time his parents would be home and would stay with him at night unless they had to go into the hospital for an emergency. Then, he was left by himself since his parents couldn't call up a babysitter and wait around for them to show up. It wasn't possible.<br><br>Therefore, they had taught him how to do certain things to amuse and keep himself out of trouble while they were gone. Needless to say it was pretty hard for him.<br><br>At first. But this sort of upbringing led to his independence at an early age which was rather beneficial for him.<br><br>When most children would be playing and depending on their parents or others for things, Jonathan would be doing things by himself. He quickly grew into a very mature kid for his age and continued to develop in this manner in preschool, middle school, high school and college. His teachers labeled him a boy genius and when he graduated from college at twenty-one he had already started on the path that would lead him to success. Majoring in medical studies and science he had a clear goal in mind.<br><br>Not to be a doctor like his parents, since he had grown up around doctors and didn't want to follow his parents footsteps. At least not in their <em>footsteps</em>.<br><br>However, his chosen field was indeed medical science studies which he had grown up around.<br><br>As a result, he was quite familiar with everything in that particular field. So it made sense that he should want to make some use of that knowledge. Now at twenty-one, Jonathan Behms was going to open up a Medical Supplies company. It would be the first of its kind and he was sure that it would be quite successful. No one else had come up with such an idea and although it sounded somewhat dull, he had a good sense as to what was going to sell and what wouldn't.<br><br>Fifteen years later, he was thirty-six and <span class="bbc_u">Medical Supplies Inc.</span> was the most successful of its kind in the United States of America. Just as he had predicted.<br><br><hr><br>The moment he'd laid eyes on <em>her</em> he had fallen in lust with the woman. He wasn't exactly sure how it happened but unfortunately he couldn't just turn it off.<br><br>She had come with the recommendation of a Rehab Center which hadn't looked too good in his opinion.<br><br>But... there were certain circumstances that didn't allow him to reject her. So that was why he had met with her in the first place and he wasn't sure if it had been a good thing or not. When he was around her, his lust seemed to go out of control and it was all he could do not to try and grab her ass or brush her tits by accident. He couldn't control his libido and as a result he did the only thing he <em>could</em> do. He expressed himself to her vocally instead of physically. It seemed to take the edge off.<br><br>And Anne didn't seem to mind it too much, so for now everything was fine. He didn't know how long that would last for but at least he didn't have to worry right now.<br><br>Stress was not good for a person's health and since he couldn't take it out on Anne... well he had found a solution.<br><br>One that he didn't dare show anyone else, fearing what they might think of him. He ruled this company strictly and did not allow mistakes or laziness. Jonathan knew he was known as the uptight boss but he didn't care, that was the price he paid for owning the company. It was getting rather late tonight and he was looking forward to watching some videos on <em>that site</em> later on. Once everyone had gone home. Or most everyone. He'd been debating on which one to watch since it was a hard decision.<br><br>Should he look at the one between the two men or the one with the woman dominating the man? He'd look at both regardless, it was only a question of which one first.<br><br>Anne interrupted his thought process when she asked if he wanted coffee and he shook his head.<br><br><em>Leave</em> he thought silently to himself. He tried to act as if nothing was wrong and hoped she believed he was his usual suave self. And then she left and he quickly logged onto the site he'd been thinking about all day. He managed to watch the one with the two guys and was just starting the one with the woman dominating the man when he heard footsteps outside the office. Jonathan quickly exited the site - but in his haste he had only minimized it instead - and started to look at documents.<br><br>He tried to appear lost in his work and reached over for the glass of Scotch he'd poured earlier when Anne had left. Jonathan looked up when he heard the door open.<br><br>But he wasn't prepared at all for what he saw. What in the world...?! His eyes widened at the sight.<br><br>She looked similar to the women on the site he had just been to a second ago! He licked his lips, moistening them a bit as she walked towards him and he tried to keep his eyes on the screen instead of on her. What was she up to? It was downright hot as hell but still... this was a workplace and he didn't want to allow this sort of clothing here. He had rules and regulations in this building that he worked incredibly hard to maintain. He even knew people thought him a hardass...<br><br>God, she looked so hot though. He could feel her breast rest against his shoulder and he resisted the urge to turn around and take her right then and there.<br><br>Of course she had to tease him by letting her teeth dig into his earlobe a moment later.<br><br>And those words she said were straight from one of those videos. Could it be a coincidence? His mouth had gone dry when her hand wrapped around his cock and Jonathan cut back a moan. "Come on, give it to me baby..." He murmured under his breath, wanting her to go further and jerk him off. Or better yet, offer herself to him. But her next words made a chill go down his spine. She had somehow found out about his little secret. His lips twitched and he let his eyes seek out her own.<br><br>"Don't be mean, baby. I'll give you exactly what you want and I'm sure you'll be well satisfied!" He said with a light chuckle, figuring she could only want one thing.<br><br>She didn't even need to threaten him but he would take precautions just in case. He didn't like being threatened.<br><br>Not when he was in a position of great power. No one would mess that up for him, not even a hot woman like Anne. Jonathan frowned when she pulled away from him to take a seat on the edge of his desk. She'd better not be cock-teasing him or he might lose control of himself and take her without the foreplay. But then he realized what she was doing and a smirk came to his face again. "That wet for me now, are you? What a slut." Jonathan remarked with a twinkle in his pale blue eyes. Of course he knew what it meant.<br><br>It meant she was ready for him to take her. He raised a brow when Anne grabbed his wrist and lifted his arm, using her hand to take the glass of Scotch away from him.<br><br>"You know, you could have just asked for a glass." Jonathan commented as he watched her for a moment.<br><br>He laughed when she told him to answer with a 'Yes, Mistress' when she asked him a question. "Do you seriously expect me to do that? Although I have to admit it might be fun to play around. How about tonight at my place around an hour from now?" Jonathan asked, totally serious. He wouldn't give up an opportunity to fuck her but not at work. He took work very seriously too and didn't want anything to ruin it. But of course flirting and occasional touching was fine. That didn't matter.<br><br>"Oh how about we play a little game? Every time you make me come you can ask me a question and I'll have to answer it truthfully." He suggested with a smile.<br><br>Of course he intended on controlling his orgasms since he would be the one fucking Anne.<br><br>So it was really a win-win for him. Jonathan paused for a moment and then continued. "But every time I make <em>you</em> climax you'll have to do one thing for me and you can't refuse it, no matter what it is." He said with a chuckle. He blinked when Anne spoke of wanting to see his face forced between her thighs and grinned. "Well I wouldn't say no to that... if you give me what I want first!" He said with a smirk. Yeah, if she managed to get him off a few times, he wouldn't mind letting her get something out of it too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 05:41:21</strong>
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				He sat there, sat there and spoke in that <em>voice</em> that made all the girls wet.&nbsp; The one that even now, rang of authority.&nbsp; Power and Dominance, the type that made most girls go home at night and slip a hand between their legs, beneath their panties as a finger ran along a wet cunt at the thought of him taking them with absolutely no regard.&nbsp; That voice that had caught her attention in the beginning, but one that left a chill running down her spine right now.&nbsp; But not at the thought of being taken with his dominance.<br><br><strong>At the idea of taking it from him</strong><br><br>He spoke, he teased.&nbsp; He offered things, things that she may have at one time taken with pride and simply said 'Yes' without second thought.&nbsp; He offered her a good long fuck, a game that could be fun.&nbsp; She was already playing a game,&nbsp; but unfortunately the deck was stacked and she knew his tell.&nbsp; But she enjoyed it none the less, because her already swollen ego was stroked with every single fucking word.<br><br>The toe of her boot lifted between his legs and found his balls, still beneath clothing, and pressed down just enough to place pressure, but <em>never</em> hurt, not yet at least.&nbsp; Just a warning, as her voice that had perhaps once been shaky...Well it matched his now, pure dominance.<br><br>"No no, My boy.&nbsp; You do not dictate the terms of this game.&nbsp; You do as told.&nbsp; You bend to my every whim-" As she spoke, her hands collected that whip that was at her side.&nbsp; She arranged it as she wished, with a slipknot towards the end, and wrapped it around his neck. "And if I say that you fuck me here on this very desk, than you do as told." She took the handle of the whip and pulled, bringing his face to rest against the part of her breast which latex forgot to cover.<br><br>Her foot removed itself from his crotch as her legs finally spread, the stilettos of her heels digging into his upper thighs.&nbsp; The latex would squeak as it slid up her thighs, her panties now soaking into his shirt.&nbsp; He'd feel the honey leaking from her cunt soaking into his chest within a few seconds.<br><br>"When there are others around us, then I will allow you to treat me as you always have.&nbsp; Do you know how wet I will end up during the day, when you order me around, and I see that look in your eye that lets me know you realize you'll be punished for it later..?" Her free hand reached to her side, she grabbed the straps of her bag((OOC: Sorry, I forgot to put in the last post she placed that on the desk too)) And began to rummage through it until she found what she was looking for.&nbsp; Her hand clenched, and the item was removed from it's cage.<br><br>She had never used one on a man before.&nbsp; Perhaps a few women, yes, but never a man.&nbsp; It was a strap-on, the type that made a girls skin crawl knowing that it was far too much.<br><br>"And besides, who said you would be the one fucking me?&nbsp; I saw all of the sites, little bitch.&nbsp; Delete your history from now on.&nbsp; Now, you will not tell me what to do again, or I promise you I will forget to keep your secret.&nbsp; Instead, you will do as I say.&nbsp; And right now, I am telling you that my tits hurt from being held in, and I think that my nipples would do better in your mouth.&nbsp; And that hand on my thigh...What the fuck are you, a prude?&nbsp; Use it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 00:10:42</strong>
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				Of course his voice inspired power &amp; dominance. He was the owner and couldn't afford not to put forth that kind of impression. It would be detrimental otherwise.<br><br>To both him and his company. And he wouldn't let that happen, not when he'd worked so hard for its success.<br><br>He grimaced as Anne applied some pressure to his balls with the toe of her boot. "You know, that's not the way to make me all hot and bothered..." Jonathan remarked casually but his eyes had taken on a more serious light in case Anne ended up really hurting him. He wanted to be able to move away and avoid a direct hit to the testicles if he could. But he was fairly sure that Anne wouldn't try something so drastic without a reason. Fairly sure. For some reason tonight Anne seemed different.<br><br>It was rather strange since she usually seemed so shy and non-aggressive. But now... well her voice almost matched his when it came to dominance and that surprised him.<br><br>Quite a bit actually. He could feel his cock twitching in the confines of his pants as she picked up the whip.<br><br>God, was he turned on by this? Well naturally! He'd jerked off watching porn of women dominating men and men dominating men. He preferred the former but the latter wasn't that bad. However, just because he had watched videos of such things didn't necessarily mean he wanted to experience it for himself! Then again... Anne looked pretty hot in this outfit and if it meant he had to play along with her games in order to fuck her... well ... he'd do it. After all, he had ways out of this blackmail.<br><br>He could always fire her if things got out of hand and as long as he took care not to leave trails on his computer, she couldn't prove a thing about him visiting the sites.<br><br>A smirk came to his face when Anne coiled the whip around his neck and pulled him forward into her breast.<br><br>Well he certainly didn't mind being here! It smelled so good and he knew that she had showered earlier. He could tell from the scent of the lingering body wash and he wondered what sort she used. Jon winced as her stilettos dug into his upper thighs but didn't make a sound. He wasn't <em>that</em> weak that he would cry out at such an insignificant sort of pain. But it wasn't comfortable, that much was for certain. Jon was also turned on by the fact that Anne was so hot for him.<br><br>It was obvious from the way her juices were soaking through his shirt. His lips twitched as Anne spoke of how things would go from now on but remained silent.<br><br>Let her think what she wanted. If it meant he could fuck that pussy tonight it was worth it. Every minute of this babble.<br><br>Men didn't really care about what a woman was saying, they only wanted to fuck. Jonathan was no different but of course if Anne turned out to be the best he'd had he might not want to let this little game end. He watched as the woman rummaged through her bag for something and waited patiently, wondering what she was going to do now. He had to admit he was quite curious as to how she was going to play this one out. But when he saw what she had in her hand, his eyes widened at the sight.<br><br>A muscle spasmed in his cheek. "Just because I watch things that get me off, doesn't mean I want them done to me!" He remarked, his eyes flickering off to the side.<br><br>It seemed as if his dominance and control had slipped for a brief second, allowing Anne to glimpse the real man.<br><br>Then, the mask was put back in place once more as a smile came to his face at her next words. Jon's hand slid up her thigh and moved around to her butt, fingers wanting to squeeze the plump flesh he might find there. At the same time, he let his lips open and took in the nipple of her left breast. The whip didn't really allow him to move his head freely but it wasn't restricting his movements in this general area so he was fine with it. His tongue played over the nipple and sucked and prodded it back and forth.<br><br>He treated it like a piece of candy in all aspects. With the exception of swallowing it of course since obviously he couldn't very well do that. It was a nipple after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 06:57:48</strong>
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				The Boy in front of her was still pretending to be a Man.&nbsp; It was almost endearing, watching him hold onto those reigns as though she didn't already know the true person behind the facade.&nbsp; It didn't mean that she was going to allow it to go on all night, however, because if he wanted to get what he wanted...Well sacrifices had to be made, and she had done this enough to know when someone was just playing along as opposed to when they really gave in.<br><br>She watched as his eyes widened at the site of the Strap On, that voice cracking and for the first time showing the little bitch inside of him.&nbsp; That turned her on, he would have no issue realizing that because her hips had an involuntary thrust as he spoke.&nbsp; She smeared her fluids over his chest, and released a small sigh of pleasure.<br><br>She let him pretend for a little while longer, but the reasoning had nothing to do with indulging him.&nbsp; He would find out in due time that she could be selfish, and as of this moment she had absolutely no intent on saying something that may make him stop.&nbsp; Watching the way his lips wrapped around her nipple, the sensation of his tongue and teeth glancing around the almost instantly hardening bud left chills running down her spine.&nbsp; Even the feeling of that large, masculine hand moving beneath her thigh and then to her ass seemed to be enough to have her hips grinding again, slow and deliberate sighs escaping with every movement.<br><br>She indulged herself for a good minute before she ached for more, before she ached for those lips elsewhere and that hand to do a bit more than simply touch.<br><br>"Use those big, muscular arms of yours to lift me.&nbsp; Then you will use your teeth to take off my panties."&nbsp; The whip around his neck would slacken so that the man could move as needed, though her heels never left their place in his legs.&nbsp; She needed to maintain control, and if he decided to try and act out and do anything other than what he had been told he'd find them digging so far into his legs that he'd bleed, and more than likely need stitches.<br><br>She was not to be disobeyed.<br><br>"Then you will tell me you want my pussy in your mouth." Her hand lifted from the desk so that she may run her hand across his cheek, the act was tender and utterly humiliating for a man with such power...Because she was petting him like a pet.&nbsp; Her thumb ran across his lips, she watched that with the same vigor she had watched him suck her nipple. "And you will not keep pretending like you want to be in control.&nbsp; You will give into that dark little secret, and submit to me, because otherwise you will not get to touch anything more than you have."<br><br>Her hand left his face as she leaned back, supporting herself with that same hand to allow him easier access in lifting her body.&nbsp; Her natural breast lay on her chest, every single movement causing a rippling effect that she figured he would eat up like candy.<br><br>"And if I have even the slightest suspicions that you plan on firing me...Then little ole Anne is going to go to the cops and tell her her Big Bad Bossman thought he could prey on the recovering addict." Oh and the way she said that was so sweet, so charming, with a bit of a faux southern accent, that she made it clear <em>she</em> would come out the winner<br><br>A wicked, sadistic smile came next.&nbsp; And her voice, it matched in its tone. "Be a good bitch, now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>06-11-2010, 18:55:11</strong>
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				Of course he noticed the way her hips thrust in the air before him. But he thought it was simply because she was turned on by him. Well, what woman wouldn't be?<br><br>Jon knew he was attractive and since he also had power and wealth, what sane woman wouldn't want a piece of him?<br><br>He didn't mind engaging in some foreplay before sex, in fact he welcomed it. Getting himself and Anne turned on before the actual act took place was kind of sexy, especially when Anne was dressed in the manner she was now. It was almost like a dream come true. How would she feel like inside? Perhaps it was time to make the first move if she didn't take the initiative. But just as he was thinking that, he heard her voice once more. He didn't need Anne to tell him to lift her into the air.<br><br>It was what he would have done anyway. What the hell, he'd indulge her little fantasies, he would be getting her anyway later on tonight one way or another.<br><br>Jonathan lifted her into the air as he let his head come in, lips parting as his teeth gently grabbed hold of the fabric.<br><br>Only a few moments later, he had managed to drag her panties down off her waist. It was a bit harder than it looked but he ended up accomplishing it. For some reason even something as small as that was making him hard. His cock was straining against his boxers by now and he grimaced, wanting to give himself some relief. But it wasn't time yet. Not yet. But shortly it would be, whether Anne wanted it or not. Once the panties were off, he buried his face in her pussy almost instantly.<br><br>Not waiting for Anne to give him permission. He certainly wasn't going to waste time with words right now. Not when such an alluring smell was near his face.<br><br>His tongue came out and started to lick her in all the right places. Yes, he'd had experience before and knew what to do.<br><br>It wasn't as if he was a virgin when it came to women. He felt her hand run across his cheek but ignored it, he was too busy right now! If it had happened earlier, before he had decided to take a little taste he might have exploded but as it was he was too occupied at the moment. However, her words and tone were not lost on him and he found himself incredibly turned on by her. It was a rather foreign feeling and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Yes, he'd masturbated to things like this.<br><br>But he'd never seriously thought it would actually happen to him and certainly not from someone like Anne. It was really too good to be true. Was he dreaming?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 04:27:44</strong>
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				Her eyes remained intently upon his face as he felt the cold lace run down her thighs, his teeth clenched in the wetness of her panties.&nbsp; He was being so good, doing as he was told.&nbsp; She watched as her panties came off of those heels, and was about ready to compliment him.&nbsp; Perhaps even reward him.<br><br>Then he broke a rule.<br><br>She let his tongue run along the wet lips of her cunt for a few moments.&nbsp; Truth be told, it felt too damned good to stop him so quickly.&nbsp; The way the tip would flutter from her clit to her opening, lapping up the fluid that had been building for him for weeks now.&nbsp; About a minute, she let him break that rule.&nbsp; Then she felt herself growing close, and knew that once she came…She wouldn’t be able to make him stop.<br><br>The stilettos of her heels dug into his thighs once again, this time the fabric beneath them tore as she used every muscle in her legs to push down, and out, his chair wheeling backwards until her legs were stretch to their full length, and he was now a few feet away from her.<br><br>“I thought I told you not to act unless told to.&nbsp; One more time, and I will leave and let you fuck yourself to images of what I’d gladly do to you.” Her heels remained dug into his thighs, blood trickling from the wounds she had placed, as her hands moved back to her back and she began to shuffle through the contents.&nbsp; It only took her a moment to find what she wanted, a blindfold and a ball gag.<br><br>Her feet lowered from his legs to the ground as she slid from the desk, walking around his chair as her hand found his blonde hair.&nbsp; She grasped a handful and held his head in place.&nbsp; The first thing she put on was the gag, sliding the ball into his mouth before snapping the strap in place behind his head.&nbsp; Next, the blindfold was placed upon him and tied tightly.<br><br>He would feel her hand leave his hair then, and then her warm breath falling across the back of his ear and down his neck.&nbsp; She whispered in a horribly sultry voice. “Keep your hands to yourself.&nbsp; Do as you are told.&nbsp; Nothing else.”<br><br>Her hands found his shoulders before centering on his chest, one by one unbuttoning his shirt until it was completely undone.&nbsp; Then her right hand fell into his lap, her fingernails dragging along the buldge in his pants as she offered a slight moan in his ear.<br><br>“I would hate to not get this tonight.&nbsp; So are you going to be a good boy, or should I leave now?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 05:23:21</strong>
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				He hadn't really expected her to do anything to him. Nothing that might draw blood to the surface of his skin. But he had been wrong and he regretted his mistake.<br><br>It hurt, those small puncture wounds she had made in his thighs only seconds earlier. What the hell was she thinking?<br><br>Jon cursed and attempted to rise from his chair but lost his balance as she pushed his chair backward. He didn't want to give in to her and knew he should simply tell Anne to go home or fuck her into oblivion regardless of her protests. After all, any woman who had been with him never went home unsatisfied. He was sure if given the chance he would be able to make her have an amazing time. The blond gasped as Anne grasped a handful of his hair and held his head in place. He hadn't expected that.<br><br>But it was downright hot as hell, he had to admit. He tried to protest when she forced the ball part of the gag into his mouth. What good would that do him?<br><br>He didn't find this part hot at all, there was so much he could do with his mouth if he had the freedom to use it!<br><br>Then again, Anne said she didn't like it when he did things without permission. Before he knew it, the ball had settled into his mouth, filling it completely, causing him to be relatively helpless. At least when it came to using his mouth. His body tingled and he felt his cock jump at the thought of being tied up and at the mercy of this woman. But he banished that thought instantly. What was he thinking?! He should be trying to figure out how to turn the tables on her, not letting her dominate him like this!<br><br>It wasn't as if he had asked for this and he should simply turn Anne down. Her threat of leaving him without continuing shouldn't be much of a threat at all.<br><br>And yet... he was seriously considering complying with doing whatever she wanted tonight, just so he could fuck her.<br><br>Or was it that he wanted someone to dominate him like this? No, it couldn't be that. What the hell, it was a one time thing, right? He could let her do whatever she wanted with him and if he thought things should go a different way he could always come up with a way to get out of it. After all, he was in charge here. Right when he had reached this particular conclusion his vision darkened. He reached up to figure out what was obscuring his sight when he felt her fingers tying something behind his head.<br><br>She had put a blindfold around his eyes. "Mmmph?" He tried to ask and grimaced when he was reminded of the gag in his mouth. Well this was inconvenient.<br><br>Jon twitched as Anne's hands found his shoulders, running them down to his chest in order to unbutton his shirt.<br><br>Once the buttons had all been undone, he felt a light breeze rush over his body. Had it always been this cool in his office? Jonathan let out a little grunt as he felt her fingernails drag along the bulge in his pants and a warmth rushed throughout his body. He wanted her an his hands came up of their own accord, wanting to touch her and make her hot for him. He couldn't see but his hands could feel around until they found what they were looking for. His mouth was feeling rather stretched by now.<br><br>After all, it wasn't every day that it was held open so wide. He wanted the ball gag out of his mouth! Jon attempted to make her understand by raising his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 02:32:18</strong>
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				The drag of her fingernails over the buldge in his pants was only a one time thing, as she traced her fingers from it’s base until she gave a little rub to the mushroom head.&nbsp; But her hand withdrew then, and she began to pull the shirt from his chest.&nbsp; Completely off of his body, and it was only convenient that he had raised his hand as though he were trying to help her.<br><br>But she knew he wasn’t.<br><br>The shirt was thrown onto the ground and she would no longer feel her body near his own.&nbsp; He would however hear as the contents of that bag were once again being accessed.&nbsp; Then there was silence, just the clicking of her heels coming closer to him.&nbsp; In front of him this time. <br><br>Her hand reached out to take one of his, and she lowered it quite gingerly…The delicacy with which she touched him was simply an attempt to stop him from a fight, because as soon as his arm touched the arm of the chair he felt a silk cloth wrap around his list, and tie it to the arm of that chair.&nbsp; She would quickly collect his second hand, and do the same with it, even if it meant fighting with him to do so.<br><br>She stepped back.&nbsp; He would hear the pull of latex across flesh, and then afterwards, simply silence.&nbsp; She…Watched.&nbsp; Watched this man, this man of such great power, bound blinded and gagged.&nbsp; Hers for the taking.&nbsp; She was dripping by now, and he just hoped that this man would learn his fucking place…because fucking herself this evening, well it just wasn’t going to cut it anymore.<br><br>She bent over, he felt her hand brush across his cheek before he felt the ball gag snap behind his head, coming loose.&nbsp; Next was the blindfold, which fell from his face.&nbsp; He could now talk, and he could now see.<br><br>And he would see Anne there, standing in front of him.&nbsp; She was now entirely naked, the woman standing 6’2 in her heels.&nbsp; Her body looked like a work of art, both because of the fact she was in perfect shape(She was a Yoga addict), and because of the onslaught of ink which covered about every inch of her body.&nbsp; Her breast sat perfectly perked on her chest, natural as any on the planet, yet they seemed as though age had never gotten to them.&nbsp; Her body was toned, and her legs looked like something someone could only sculpt as she stood in the heels.&nbsp; The curve of her pelvis left him with the view of a small, groomed strip of hair which ceased an inch before her cunt; it wouldn’t be hard for him to see that she was wet, because half of her inner thighs were covered.<br><br>“I swear on my life, Jonathon, you have one more chance.&nbsp; One more chance, and I am going to sit on this desk and fuck myself while you watch, then leave.&nbsp; You can listen to me, and you can get what you want…even if means giving in, and accepting being the bitch I know you want to be…Or you can regret this for the rest of your life.” Her hands had sat on her hips until then, when one would lift so that her hand could slide between her thighs, and collect that honey which had been building for him.&nbsp; She lifted her finger, and swiped the fluid across his lips.&nbsp; She let her fingers remain there, as though he were expected to clean them for her.<br><br>“You do not speak, unless it is to beg or compliment me.&nbsp; You do not act, unless you are told to or it is to pleasure me more.&nbsp; You accept that right now, tonight, you are absolutely powerless and I am your fucking Mistress.”<br><br>She took a step forward, her thighs parting as her knees came to rest against the chair in which he sat.&nbsp; The next action was clear, she would straddle him, if only he chose to agree.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 03:49:38</strong>
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				He was disappointed that Anne hadn't tried to touch him more than once. In that particular area, the place all men loved to be touched. But still, it wasn't that bad.<br><br>Not yet at any rate. He was looking forward to finding out what she would do next. In fact, he was anticipating it.<br><br>Something that he hadn't thought possible. Usually he was the one who called the shots and those beneath him would listen and obey him. But now the tables seemed to have turned and he couldn't help but admit he was turned on by the fact. He wouldn't have submitted to just anyone but Anne was someone special, she was hot and he hadn't done her yet. That made all the difference in the world to him. Sitting in his chair, blindfolded and gagged, Jonathan was tempted to remove the blindfold.<br><br>Just to see what she was up to. The suspense was killing him, maybe he could just peek out under the bottom? No, he would play by her rules for tonight.<br><br>Why ruin a good thing? It was only one night. Perhaps Anne would be so embarrassed she wouldn't be able to face him tomorrow.<br><br>After all, it wasn't like her to be this way. But he had to admit he liked her like this. It was really hot. Although his sight and speech were gone, his hearing was not and he could hear her rustle around in that bag she had brought. Not being able to ask what she was up to, Jon remained silent and waited, suspecting that eventually he would find out what Anne was doing. It was probably going to be used on him, whatever it was. That thought made his cock twitch once more.<br><br>He tensed briefly when he felt her hand on his arm but relaxed a second later. When she wrapped a piece of silk cloth around his arm, he instinctively knew.<br><br>She was going to bind him to his chair. Jonathan's body grew sweaty at the thought and he moistened his lips.<br><br>Or tried to, since it was hard to do with the ball gag forcing his mouth open. He didn't struggle, not once as Anne tied his other arm to the chair's armrest. Once it was over, he tried to figure out what was going on since his sight was still gone. Jon jumped instinctively as he felt a hand brush against his cheek and then the ball gag was being removed from around his head. He stretched his jaws, glad that he had relative freedom over his mouth once more. And then his sight returned.<br><br>Now Jonathan thought himself to be a very controlled man for the most part. He could reign in his lust and desire for beautiful women who worked for his company.<br><br>At least for the most part. It usually came out in the form of words and flirtation but he could resist the physical aspect.<br><br>However, the sight that met his eyes <em>now</em> was simply astounding and beyond believable. Anne's body was fantastic. At the moment, he could see no flaws outwardly even though he knew there were some. No person was perfect. But Anne came the closest to perfection that he had ever seen. And she was incredibly wet, he could see that almost instantly which made his cock spring to attention, as hard as a rock. He bit back a groan and closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to gain control of himself.<br><br>His mouth was dry and he knew it wasn't because he was thirsty. Opening his eyes once more, Jon swallowed hard and tried to focus on the beauty before him.<br><br>Jonathan literally could not look away as Anne reached down between her legs and smeared her finger with her juices.<br><br>It seemed as if he were in a dream as the woman came forward and swiped the fluid across his lips. Nothing he had felt or said earlier that night meant anything right now. Jon didn't care about his pride or his reputation or anything else for that matter. He just wanted Anne. "Yes, mistress." He responded almost breathlessly, his voice dripping with desire and lust for her. It was rather sexy the way he said it. Jon wanted to look at Anne but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her dripping pussy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-11-2010, 05:21:52</strong>
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				One of her hands was clenched into a fist as her fingernails dug into her skin.&nbsp; She fully anticipated that he would fuck up again, that she would leave him tied to that chair for people to find him the next morning.&nbsp; She would slap the fucking hell out of him before she left, for simply not giving her what she so desperately wanted.&nbsp; Then, he spoke.&nbsp; Two words, and they were by far the most arousing words she had ever heard in her entire life.<br><br>“That’s a good bitch.” She said as that hand unwound and moved forward to stroke at his cheek, before rapidly pulling back to slap him.&nbsp; Her fingers would leave red marks, and she smiled as she felt her lust build even further.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand moved back between her thighs and she covered three fingers in her fluids before wiping them off on his cheek, covering half of one before she gave him another taste by covering his lips. “Do you like the taste of my pussy?” One of her legs lifted into the air then, her foot sitting beside his leg.&nbsp; This left him with a clear view of her cunt, it’s fold spread from the angle so he could see her swollen clit, and tight opening.<br><br>“Tell me how badly you want this cunt.” Her hands lowered to his shoulders then, and that foot lifted from the chair so that her knee could find it.&nbsp; She crawled into his lap, straddling him as she held onto his shoulders.&nbsp; Her breast were just inches from his face, and she angled her shoulder so that one of her nipples was just touching his lip.<br><br>“You may bite.&nbsp; Mmm, you can be rough with my nipple and cunt.&nbsp; Just make sure I give it to you before you are.” As she spoke her hips lowered, he would feel the way that her pussy began to grind back and forth over the bulge in his pants.&nbsp; It didn’t take long before the fluid had soaked through.&nbsp; Her back arched and her nipple&nbsp; pushed into his mouth, her breast smothering his face so that he wouldn’t be able to breath as she began to moan from the sensation of his covered cock grinding against her clit. <br><br>She let him play with her nipple for a while before she pulled it away and leaned back, sitting upon his knees as her hands lowered to his pants.&nbsp; He would be able to see the way that her hands shook, he would be able to tell that she was just as horny…if not more…than he was.&nbsp; She would unzip and unbutton his pants, lift her hips, and push them off of his body.&nbsp; <br><br>His cock sprung out of them, the rock hard phallus coming between them.&nbsp; She leaned in a bit, her pussy pressing into his balls as she felt the way his cock pushed into her stomach.&nbsp; But she wouldn’t give him more.&nbsp; Not yet, not until he had satisfied her ego…She wanted him to beg, she wanted her fucking knees quivering and her body aching so that every miniscule touch to her pussy would leave her toes curling.<br><br>“Beg, bitch.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 20:52:19</strong>
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				Her name calling made him hot but he warred with himself over it. He shouldn't be turned on by that, he was a powerful man who commanded respect from everyone.<br><br>Why did he find being treated like a dog so arousing? Especially when it came from someone stunning like Anne.<br><br>It didn't make sense to him and yet he couldn't deny what he was feeling. He was unprepared for when she slapped him quite hard and Jonathan let out an exclamation of pain mingled with surprise. His hand tried to rise to his face to massage the burning area but was unable to due to the cloth binding his arms to the chair. She took more of her juices and wiped them across his cheek and he moaned, wanting to be able to either touch it or taste it. He almost spoke and then remembered her warning earlier.<br><br>A muscle spasmed in his cheek as he sought to convey what he wanted through his eyes. She must have realized what he wanted because the fluid came to his lips.<br><br>Once more he tasted her and his tongue came out to lick the sweetness away. "Mmm." He murmured in response to her question.<br><br>It should be obvious that he liked it, why else would he be almost drooling by now? Jonathan swallowed hard when she told him to tell her how badly he wanted her. "I want it so badly I can't begin to express myself. Don't you want it too?" He inquired, straining to remain at least partially in control. But the sight of Anne was making it impossible for him to concentrate on expressing himself or doing anything other than acting. But he couldn't even do that due to the restraints which was annoying as hell.<br><br>"Please... release me! So I can bring you the pleasure you deserve." He managed to get out, his words not in the form of an order but a request. Surely that was acceptable?<br><br>When her breasts were pressed against his face and he heard her words, Jonathan instantly opened his mouth.<br><br>His tongue came out and began to swirl around the nipple itself and then he bit down on it lightly and then toyed with his tongue, alternating all the time. But just when he was getting into it, she pulled away from him once more. He let out a groan of frustration and slight anger at her for toying with him but forced himself not to say a word of protest. But then he realized she was stopping so she could rid him of the clothing he wore down below and he didn't mind quite so much. Not anymore.<br><br>"No..." He said breathlessly as he ground himself against her. Jonathan couldn't beg, he didn't know how to. It was too embarrassing for him to do something like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>17-11-2010, 06:02:54</strong>
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				Her lips were brought to a smile as he told her how badly he wanted her.&nbsp; She would have rather heard vulgarity; heard him spew nothing but filth in her ear, but it was rather flattering that he was so inebriated in her that he couldn’t figure out the right things to say.&nbsp; And he had been such a good boy, too, until he decided to speak out of&nbsp; turn.&nbsp; Sure, he was trying to do what he thought would pleasure her more…But he was entirely wrong if he thought that she actually wanted him to have any sort of control.<br><br>Her nipple in his mouth brought a moan out of her, her back arched before she pulled away and got rid of his pants.&nbsp; All he had to do was beg and he could have gotten what he wanted, but he chose to make things difficult.&nbsp; She would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it.<br><br>“I could have swore I told you not to speak, and to beg.&nbsp; Yet you disobeyed both.” Her delicate, feminine hand lifted and placed itself around his neck.&nbsp; She could feel the scruff against her hand as she began to press her fingers into his throat, choking the man and leaving him incapable of breath.&nbsp; Her hips began to lower then, he would feel her soaking cunt brush along the hard, firm tip of his cock.&nbsp; She would roll her hips, dragging his drooling tip along her lips as she teased.<br><br>“As badly as I want this cock shoved inside of me, I am not going to give that to such a disobedient bitch.&nbsp; You can do as you are told…” Her hand clamped down around his neck as her body began to reposition itself, her ass leaned back so that she could push his cock forward, into his stomach.&nbsp; She smiled down to him before her hand unwrapped from his neck, and she began to lean back.<br><br>“Or I can get my own pleasure without giving you a drop of your own.” Her body was now arched backwards, her hands upon the desk in front of him.&nbsp; Her knees were the only thing touching the chair now, and her cunt was beginning to press into the shaft of his cock.&nbsp; It left her able to grind her clit, sliding up and down his length, without ever bringing him a drop of true satisfaction.&nbsp; Her eyes shut, and she had no shame in screaming out a moan of pleasure.<br><br>“Oh fuck, Jonathon!&nbsp; I want your cock inside of me!” Her hips began to buck viciously against him, slathering his cock and his stomach in her juices as she finally looked down to him, lust filled eyes showing that need to have more.<br><br>“Beg me, god damnit!&nbsp; Drop your fucking ego and BEG!&nbsp; Beg your fucking Mistress!’<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 19:10:20</strong>
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				He gasped when her fingers closed around his throat. What was she doing? Jonathan yanked at the ties that restrained his arms to the chair but she had bound him tightly.<br><br>Trying to get out words he choked on them as her fingers pressed against his windpipe. Did she intend to kill him?!<br><br>Yet despite the fear that lanced through him he was quite turned on by all this. His body responded and grew sweaty as his cock got even harder than before. The blond groaned - the sound slightly strangled - as he felt her pussy brush along the tip of his cock and his own hips moved upward all on their own. He whimpered as she gave herself her own pleasure and ground his teeth together. Fine! She'd get what she wanted but she better deliver on the promise of letting him fuck her into oblivion.<br><br>"Tell me what you <em>really</em> want me to do to you. I'm sure you're a fucking slut when it comes to sex." He shot back. "Just fucking give it to me!" Jonathan exclaimed.<br><br>His eyes heated up as he strained against the ties that bound him as he shifted on the chair to get into a better position.<br><br>If that wasn't enough he didn't know what else to do. He'd never really been the type to talk dirty during sex. And he had only had sex twice in his life, both times having been with women who only made one sound throughout the entire night. Screams of pleasure. Jonathan apparently was good at having sex, at least when it came to the opposite gender. He'd never tried it with men before and wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to. But those videos had been enticing and quite promising.<br><br>Perhaps he'd experiment with it one day. But not anytime soon. He had too much work to do here and of course he had Anne to keep him busy if she'd let him fuck her!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 23:12:18</strong>
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				His words just pissed her off more.&nbsp; It wasn’t that he was doing anything wrong…Quite the opposite, it was that she enjoyed this.&nbsp; She enjoyed the rage that could come with sex, the irritation and the way her skin could crawl when he demanded things of her, demeaned her.&nbsp; It made her hips buck down into him, crashing into his cock and leaving him in a bit of pain.&nbsp; Her hand lifted and she slapped him, hard, before her hand once again found her throat and clenched down on it.<br><br>“Why on earth would I let you have the satisfaction of feeling my cunt when you’ve done nothing to earn it?&nbsp; Mmm, the way you look at me those comments you make, they might get me wet, but,” She wanted to drive him over an edge, so her pause in words came with the readjustment of her body so that her hips raised, and the head of his cock was placed on the folds of her pussy “Are they enough for you to get every inch of me?” She finished and her hips drove downwards, it left every inch of his thick cock inside of her.&nbsp; He could feel the soft head of his dick against the walls of her cervix, she ground down on him for a few moments.&nbsp; <br><br>Her head tipped back and her spine arched, her breast pushing into his face as she used his body for her own little fuck toy.&nbsp; Like she was a cat, and he was nothing more than a post for her to dig her claws into at will.&nbsp; She fucked him like that, bringing him the least satisfaction possible for being inside of her, for thirty seconds before he would feel her pussy clamp down around his cock.&nbsp; Her mouth parted and her body straightened up, an arm wrapping around his head as she pushed his head into the valley between her breast and held him there, her hips jerking up and down as he’d feel his lap become covered in the thick honey of her first orgasm.<br><br>Once that had subsided she simply lifted off of him entirely, standing in front of him.&nbsp; Her legs were slightly parted, just enough for him to be able to see how soaked her lower body was.&nbsp; Her pussy was glistening, while her thighs were absolutely drenched.&nbsp; She took a step back and sat upon the edge of the desk, her feet lifting in the air as she removed the straps of her heels, throwing them to the ground.&nbsp; Her feet then moved until they were in his lap, her soft pedicured toes wrapping around his thick, lubricated cock before she would offer him at least a bit of satisfaction.&nbsp; Whether or not he was okay with the fact it was her feet giving it to him was a moot point; because her hand lowered between her thighs as she would let him watch her fuck herself, she clearly enjoying this either way.<br><br>“How about that, bitch?&nbsp; Are my pretty little feet enough for you?&nbsp; Or are you going to be a greedy whore and ask for more?&nbsp; Maybe I should bend you over your desk and fuck your ass until you bleed down my thighs, would that be better for you?&nbsp; I already know you are nothing more than a submissive, bisexual slut.&nbsp; Just admit it and let me give you want you want.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 01:47:49</strong>
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				He yelped as her hips came crashing down onto his cock. "Bitch! You did that on purpose, didn't you?!" Jonathan exclaimed, his eyes flashing at the woman on his lap.<br><br>Suddenly his cheek was stinging and it took him a moment to realize she had slapped him. How dare she do something like that?<br><br>Doing it for punishment was one thing but Jonathan did not feel as if he had deserved it this time around. But before he could express his outrage, she was choking him once again. Now he had to contend with getting air into his lungs, deal with his stinging cheek and throbbing leg and also bear the pain from his cock. She was really pushing the limits, especially since she hadn't even let him fuck her yet! However, just when he was about to truly fight back, Anne did the unexpected.<br><br>She actually drove herself down straight onto his waiting cock. Jonathan groaned and his arms strained against the armrests of his chair. He wanted to use his hands.<br><br>In more than one way and yet he was denied that pleasure. It was very frustrating but he dealt with it as best he could.<br><br>He could pleasure her without the use of his hands. Jonathan thrust his hips up and down as he tried to give Anne the best pleasure he could in the position he was currently in. After all, he couldn't have her not be impressed by his length and width. Everyone before her had become addicted to his cock and he definitely wanted her to be one of them. The things he could do with her... and he certainly intended on doing everything in his mind... well they just made him horny as hell.<br><br>While Anne used his body, he used hers although not as well as she could. Anne had the best position but it wasn't as if Jonathan wasn't inexperienced at this.<br><br>Somehow he managed to make himself orgasm as well a few seconds before Anne had achieved her own. Panting, he relaxed against the chair until she pushed his head between her breasts and held him there. Unfortunately, it was at such an angle where it was hard to breathe and he started to struggle a few seconds afterward. He felt his lap become covered in hot wet fluids and knew she had come. The thought turned him on but the necessity to breathe was more important.<br><br>"Mmmph!" He exclaimed into her breasts, his arms straining against the ties that bound them to the armrests. Hopefully she understood the situation and released him.<br><br>Otherwise, he would probably injure himself trying to get free. Survival instincts were a funny thing, weren't they?<br><br>Finally she drew back and Jonathan took a deep breath, relieved that he could breathe once more. He didn't have time to look at the beautiful sexy woman before him since he was more interested in breathing at the moment. But when she stretched out her leg and wrapped her toes around his thick cock, he stiffened, not wanting this. He was too sensitive right now. But he didn't want to give her an order to stop, she would probably try and punish him then which he certainly didn't want.<br><br>"Please, don't do that. I'm too sensitive right now." He said, opting for the truth and hoping his tone of voice wasn't too demanding for her. It hadn't been an order.<br><br>No, he had asked her to stop. It was more like a plea than anything else. Or so he hoped Anne would take it.<br><br>He paled a bit when she spoke of fucking his ass. That was not a very inspiring image. He shook his head. "No, mistress. Your feet are fine, I don't need anything else. In fact I managed to relieve myself earlier so please don't waste your time. I wouldn't want you to get tired." Jonathan said with a nod and then addressed the other issue. "And I might be submissive <em>sometimes</em> but not all the time. However, I certainly am <em>not</em> bisexual. Have you ever seen me show any interest in another man?"<br><br>Jonathan knew the answer to that was no. Anne was probably just teasing him or trying to mess his mind up. Due to his current state of mind that was entirely possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>20-12-2010, 08:41:20</strong>
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				She simply watched as her toes wrapped around that thick cock; it was covered in more cum than simply her own, yet she did not seem at all upset in that fact.&nbsp; She had felt his orgasm…She had felt how hot she had grown, how he filled the insides of her pussy and that was one of the main reasons that she had managed to cum so quickly.&nbsp; Her toes worked, though since he had been such a good little bitched and <em>begged</em> her not to toy with that sensitive head, she only ran them along his length and allowed him to regain some normal sense of sensitivity.<br><br>He pretended as though he did not want what she had offered; though she did not seem at all swayed by him.&nbsp; His words neither made her smile nor frown, simply stare down at the act she was committing.&nbsp; He was still offered a perfect view of her cunt, of her the soaking wet curve of her ass as she sat upon that desk.<br><br>“Well then how about I free your hands, and I see how long it will take you to break down in lust and touch me?” Her feet lifted from his cock, one pushing between his legs as she used her toes to pull his chair a bit closer, though the other foot had lifted to force him to lick the cum off of her toes; that or he could simply let her drag her foot across his lips, it really didn’t matter to her.<br><br>“Though I warn you…If you touch me before I tell you you may, you will be punished.” Both of her feet left him then, as her legs dangled to the ground and she slipped to a standing position in front of him.&nbsp; She stood with a certain arrogance to her, as though he should feel privileged to look at her.&nbsp; Her should.<br><br>She shimmied out of her remaining clothing until she was entirely bare, and smiles to him as she slowly slipped down to her knees, her hands lifting to his thighs as she clamped down upon them, and pulled the chair forward.&nbsp; His hard, slick dick was pushing between her breast as she looked up at him.<br><br>“If you touch a part of me that is sexual, then you will not get to fuck me.&nbsp; You may taste my flesh, but nothing above the neck, not my nipples nor my thighs, cunt or ass.&nbsp; You may worship your Mistress, without ever getting to taste what you really wish.” Her hands moved from his thighs to her own breast, she pushed them tightly around his length as she lowered her body, teasing that sensitive head as she looked down upon it, breathing and speaking onto it. “And if you find the right spots…Then I will let you fuck me, with me not controlling.”<br><br>As she finished speaking, her jaw parted and she worked her mouth expertly down the length of his cock.&nbsp; She doubted he’d ever felt something like this…As the fat head of his dick hit her throat, and she kept on going.&nbsp; Lodging him into her tight, clamping throat as she finally kissed his pelvis, her tongue leaking out beneath her lips as she would lap at his balls, finally sliding back upwards as she left him no longer soaked in both of their cum; just the thick saliva that her mouth left behind.&nbsp; She stood then and turned around, displaying that perfect ass as she stepped towards her bag, and removed another item.<br><br>She turned around, and it was as clear a day.&nbsp; A long, six inch blade.&nbsp; She stepped towards him and raised the knife, sliding the tip down his chest…But there was no pressure, simply an idle threat that had no intent, she just loved seeing his skin grow covered in goosbumps.<br><br>Finally the blade found his wrist, and in one easy slice she removed his shackles and took a step back, sitting back upon his desk as her thighs parted.&nbsp; She clutched the knife in one hand, as though a warning, and gave him a view of everything a man could ever wish to see.<br><br>“Prove that you want me badly enough without breaking my rules, and I will let you have it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Secretary (Cream, Saku)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 19:10:56</strong>
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				It took a few moments but he was finally able to recover. Once he wasn't quite so sensitive, the man let himself gaze at the rest of her body. She really <em>was</em> beautiful.<br><br>He had satisfied himself. That much was obvious from the way his cock was covered with white fluids, some of which weren't his own.<br><br>But that didn't mean he had no intention of continuing to feast his gaze upon her. Anne was the sort of woman that a man could never get tired looking at, no matter what mood he was in. Jon might not be interested in fucking her again so soon but give him another five minutes, some refreshments and he would be good to go. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't sure if Anne would ever be in this sort of position in the future. After all, he wasn't particularly inclined to allow this to happen consistently.<br><br>The blond raised a brow as Anne spoke of freeing his hands and the things she implied. He wanted to say something but didn't want to ruin the mood at the moment.<br><br>He smirked when she used her toes to pull his chair closer to her. Yet still remained silent, for hadn't Anne told him not to speak?<br><br>For the most part at any rate. Punished? Jon found the thought somewhat amusing that she believed she could actually do so if he didn't want her to. He might be allowing this but that was only because he was getting something out of it. But he kept those thoughts to himself since Anne wasn't trying to deliver a punishment right now, so there was no need to mess up a good thing. He wasn't particularly inclined to lick cum off a woman's toes because of the cleanliness aspect.<br><br>But Anne was an exception. He could tell that she kept herself in tip-top shape. Every part of her. So, he allowed her to run her toes across his lips for a brief moment.<br><br>If she'd just stepped out of the shower he would have even taken her toe into his mouth and played around with it for a short amount of time.<br><br>However, she had been working with him the entirety of the morning and afternoon and he wasn't particularly inclined to taste the sweat of the day. Another time perhaps. Licking his lips clean of the substance, Jon watched as Anne went down on her knees before him as she pulled the chair forward once more. It was really a lovely sight and was getting him somewhat hard again. Damn the woman! What a rather interesting challenge, he could touch every part of her but the intimate ones.<br><br>Well, he was going to see if he could make her want him just as badly as he had wanted her earlier. A smirk came to his face as he inclined his head to the woman.<br><br>"I'll take you up on that challenge, m'lady." He said, a hint of mocking in his voice but it could have been imagined. This would be rather fun.<br><br>He shivered as she used her breasts to create a sort of suction around his cock. That was quite hot he had to admit and sought to control himself. He stifled a groan when Anne went down on him with her mouth and his body stiffened as he attempted to keep himself from reacting to her warm lips. Thankfully, he had just cum so he wasn't quite as horny as he might have been. His brow furrowed when Anne stood up and moved away from him to pluck a long knife from the contents of her bag.<br><br>What the hell? Jon stiffened as she came towards him but didn't say anything or tried to struggle. There wasn't much of a point unless he knew her intentions.<br><br>She could be trying to scare him or she might be serious. Or she might simply be trying to make a point. He wasn't sure which one.<br><br>But his unspoken question was answered shortly afterward. Anne used the knife to cut his bonds and he regarded her for a few moments. "How'd you get that inside?" He inquired, wanting to know the answer to that particular question. They didn't allow weapons in the building so either Anne must have charmed her way into the place or she had a contact on the inside. He would need to know the answer to that question. But he also knew at this point in time he couldn't demand to know.<br><br>Anne wouldn't tell him of her own accord when he was in this position. Jon flexed his arms and wrists once the bonds were shed and tilted his head to the side.<br><br>Cracks could be heard throughout the room as tension was released. He stood a second later and then went down on all fours on the ground.<br><br>He would play her game for now. After all, he could always stop later if he wanted for he was in control as long as his limbs were freed. Crawling towards her on the floor in a most seductive way - shoulder length blond hair cascading over his shoulders and down his back - he reached the desk and let his fingers caress her left foot. He spent nearly a full three minutes on her foot, stroking the smooth skin and placing soft kisses on the bridge and instep. Then, he paid attention to her right one.<br><br>Making his way up her body, he ran his fingers over her ankle and up her shin, pressing gentle kisses on the skin every step of the way. Both sides included of course.
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