Chasing the Horizon 3
Chasing the Horizon 3 [M/F] [orgasm control] from eroticliterature
Chasing the Horizon 2
Chasing the Horizon 1
She woke up this morning wondering what was in the black box… she couldn’t get it out of her mind. The curiosity that kills the cat, was making her very interested in the black box… the path not yet chosen, and wondering if he would be willing to share that with her today.
She walks into the office disappointed to see that he was not in yet. So she settled at her desk going about her morning routine, and waiting for him to arrive. She was turned in her chair facing away from his office on the phone. When she turned back around her heart filled with glee to see his office light on. Just as she was about to get up to go say good morning, she noticed the small black box on her desk. It wasn’t there a few minutes ago. “He was standing right next to my desk and I didn’t even notice?! He didn’t even say good morning!” she huffed in thoughts of disappointment. In her frustration with him, she failed to read the note attached the box.
“Black is back… or should I say for the back”
Bring the box to my office – Sir
She rose from her seat with the box in hand and a quizzical look on her face of apprehension. What does “for the back?” mean, she thought to herself. “I guess I’m about to find out,” she sighed under her breath. Walking to his office doorway, always open, and knocked on the doorframe. He looked up and his face split in two with the broadest smile that crinkled around his eyes. She loved that smile, she adored that smile, and it made her heart melt to know she brought that much pleasure to him just by her presence. She had dressed for him today… well, she dresses for him everyday. She may not always be able to accommodate his requests, but she has him in mind every morning in her routine to get ready for work. She enter his office and waits to be told to sit. “Sit, please,” he says to her gently.
She sits nervously, fidgeting with the little box in her hand. He just sits there and watches her. She squirms under his gaze, unable to hold his eye contact very long without looking away. The intensity in his eyes, the hunger, the mischievous grin on his lips… make her feel like the little bunny being watched and stalked by a ferocious tiger who is just about to pounce. “Hand me the box, please,” he says with a cool authority that demands obedience. She leans forward reaches out to give it to him, and he sits back in his desk chair away from her. She pauses. He holds out his right hand palm up with his forearm resting on the arm of the chair. She sits back, with the box in hand, and thinks to her self, “good girls get rewards, bad girls get punishments.” So rather than assume what he wants, she asks, “sir, how would you like me to give you the box?” in her most submissive obedient tone dripping with sexual desire.
He smiles broadly and says, “you, sweetheart, know how to make me very very happy. I am proud of you, for assessing the situation and asking for direction. Please, come and kneel beside me, knees as wide as possible and offer the gift you are about to receive to me.” Her eyes grew wider with every word he spoke. She was pleased to know how much she pleased him, and that he was proud of her. She was a bit perplexed at the instruction on kneeling. While she likes the idea, he was very specific on how she should do it. She has learned that when he is specific, he expects directions to be followed exactly as specified. She hesitates, unsure of herself. He sits and waits, watching the internal struggle being displayed on her face with twitching corners of her lips and clenching jaw. Then she gets the impish grin when she settles her mind on how to complete this task, by following directions her way, her very special, sensual, sexual way that she knows he will appreciate. Instead of rising from the chair, she slides forward onto her knees, and then onto her hands. She takes a deep breath, tucks one side of her hair behind her ear, locks eyes with him, and begins a very slow and deliberate sexy crawl toward him, making sure her hips sway with every step. He feels all the blood in his body rush to his cock, as he watches the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, make the most beautiful submissive offer of herself to him as she crawls to him. The few shorts steps she takes, is enough to make him rock hard, and she is rewarded with seeing the erection tenting the front of his pants.
When she is directly next to his chair, she sits back on her heels and spreads her knees as wide as they will go. Her pussy is soaking wet, and she does not care. All she wants is him. And she can clearly see he wants her return. She can feel her juices begin to trickle down the inside of her thighs. She lifts the little black box up to him and places it in his hand. “Tha… thank… (he clears his throat)… thank you Little One. You are a very, very good girl,” he says, as he reaches out and cups her cheek. She closes her eyes while she nuzzles into his hand and reaches up with her own hand to covers his, and gives him a small squeeze. She opens her eyes in surprise and mewls quietly in his mouth that has descended on her lips in a soft, gentle full kiss. She feels herself drawing up off the floor as he pulls away from her lips. She sighs and she settles back down onto her heels and waits for him.
He turns his attention to the little black box, and opens it. He removes a small silver object… her eyes flash wide open! “Is that what I think it is?” she says in disbelief. “Depends on what you think it is,” he says with a grin. Damn! He going to make her say it. He always makes her say it. Whatever “it” is at the moment. He can’t just go along with the conversation like a normal person. He pushes for clarity, and sometimes it’s infuriating, like right now. Although he did not actually push for clarity, his answer to her question indicated his unwillingness to just tell her what it is. “It looks like a… a butt plug?” she says hesitantly. His lips twitch and stretch into a wicked grin. Her heart skips a beat, when she sees that devilish grin spreads across his face. “Yes ma’am, it is. ‘Black. Is. For. The. Back,’” he annunciates each word of his note for effect. And it works. She feels her anus tighten with every word. She has never used a plug. She enjoys his finger rimming her anus, he has not done more than that. She looks at the silver object he held up in front of her. One end is a tapered silver bulb and has a heart shaped jewel at the other end.
Her pussy quivers with a nervous heat as she looks at the size of the plug. How is she supposed to do this? She wants so much to please him, to make him happy, but she is not sure she can follow through with this. Sensing her apprehension, he leans over to her and says, “straighten up, reach back, grab your heels, and hold them until I say otherwise.” Her eyes focus on his mouth and every word he says. She can do that… that is easy to do if it will make him happy. She straightens up and reaches back to grab her heel part of her shoes. This form of command is like bondage, but without the rope or cuffs. She is being bound only by his words… his words… she loves his words… she obeys his words. As soon as she is in position she realizes why he likes this pose… straightening up accentuates her form and reaching back pushes her breasts out at attention to him and gives anyone who might walk by a damn good look at her profile. Oh shit!… anyone who walks by could see everything going on!… well everything she is doing anyway, he’s sitting behind his desk, so his junk standing at full attention is not on display… just her. She feels her wild flower begin to pool even more with delicious nectar for him to drink… she can feel it dripping directly onto his office carpet… damn! Dressing for him has its perks, as it pleases him, but he prefers a proper skirt to be worn without panties, and today she dressed for him per his preferences to please him. He hasn’t even asked and she hasn’t told him, but she imagined somehow he knew.
He loved that green dress she wears. The one that hugs her form and flares out off her hips. The way it hangs off her ass indicates if she is wearing anything underneath or not. The way it creases her ass when it’s bare is a delightful look that one would only notice if they knew what they were looking for. Today she had dressed for him, and he knew it. He loves the way she remembers his preferences, and gives herself to him through those small ways that are just for him… and no one else. He could smell the musky scent of her sex in overdrive. The simple instructions clicked something in her brain and he could see the internal conversation being displayed in her body, with a small tremble… fear? Excitement? Desire? Nervousness? He couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter at the moment. She was obeying so wonderfully that he was just pleased with her and her efforts.
He leaned forward and reaches down with the plug in his right hand. He slides it across her left knee that is peeking out from under her skirt. The metal plug feels cool to her skin. Her entire body is on fire with every nerve electrified in anticipation of his touch. She shivers just a bit at the first touch of that “thing.” He glides it on her skin moving it slowly, very slowly up the inside of her left thigh. Her breathing quickens, as she struggles to hold the position he ordered to hold. “Are you ok, little one?” he asks gently. She nodded her head. “I need you to answer me,” he says. “Ye…yes, sir,” she exhales, realizing she has been holding her breath and needed oxygen. She was getting lightheaded holding her breath, either from the carnal knowledge of what was in store for her or from excitement, she wasn’t sure, probably a little of both.
He continued the slow torturing glide of the plug up the inside of her left thigh. She was dripping like a leaky faucet on his carpet. Damn! He better reward her good today, she thought. She knew better than demand such a thing. She had done that before when they first started this endeavor of dominance and submission, and she had paid for it. He called it being “bratty,” and “bratty girls might get another chance to be a good girl” he said then. And it cost her edging a few more times before she was given permission to finish. And oh… what a finish it was! She soaked her bed with one of the strongest orgasms she has had by herself, after an intense… very intense… deliciously intense scene of obeying his orders that her tormented her pussy for 2 hours for the final two edgings. The mind fuck she had experienced with him was beyond anything she had experienced before, and gave her a craving for more… more of him, more of his words… and now more of his touch.
She let out a low guttural moan as he reached the apex of her legs and slid the plug over her soaking wet slit. She was breathing harder now. She was fighting everything she had to hold her position and not just fuck that plug herself she was so needy with desire. He loved to torment her. To make her skin crawl with desire that electrified every minute touch. He slid the tip of the plug along her slit. She shivered as he moved it up and down, back and forth. He could feel her juices begin to coat the tip of the plug and begin to coat the rest of it. He could feel her breathe with excitement as he rubbed it around her clit. He could see her struggle to hold her position and trying to rock her hips forward for more pressure… more contact… but he wouldn’t give into her coaxing, as much as he wanted to. He was building toward something more, and he didn’t want to shortcut the payoff.
He could feel her tighten every muscle in her pussy as he moved the plug along her slit toward her asshole. Her eyes would get wide and she would hold her breath. He was loving every moment. He continued this torturous sliding back and forth for a few more strokes. Her pussy was trembling with need, she needed to cum, but she did not have permission. She moaned every time he teased her clit, she sighed every time he moved it away from her clit. She tensed with any movement toward her ass.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, she lowered her head to rest on his should and she rocked her hips hard when he inserted the plug fully into her love canal. She moaned into his ear, and reached up to grab his shoulders for support to ride that plug with her dripping pussy. He reached up and around her to grab a fistful of hair and jerk head back “ah!” she gasped, and he looked directly into her eyes with a primal heat she had not seen in his gaze before… she actually cowered and goosebumps flushed all over her body revealing themselves across her chest.
His teeth were clenched together and she heard him carefully articulate, “did I tell you to move?!” “N..no sir,” she managed to whisper. “Ah!” She gasped again as he tightened his grip on her hair, and her eyes actually started to water. She could feel the power that he had in his hands… in his gaze… in his words. She melted. She craved the powerful man holding her in place. She has never felt more submissive than in this moment under his authoritative presence and direct control. She melted in heart, mind, and body for him. Why did he have such an effect on her like this?
“Then why did you think it was ok to move, sweetheart?” he said with a evenness that lacked anger, maybe it was more disappointment. She couldn’t tell. All she knew is that his words stung her heart. She loved to be called sweetheart by him, but the way he said it without any warmth, caused pain in heart that she had somehow disappointed him. And that hurt more than the hair he was pulling or the spanking he had given her before. Disappointing him hurt more than any physical pain he could ever inflict on her. “I… I… I don’t know,” she stumbled out trying to shake her head, but couldn’t since he had such a grip and was looking her directly in the eye. Her eyes began to water from fear of having disobeyed. “What do good girls get?” He asked. “Rewards,” she answered. “What do bad girls get?” he asked. “Punishments,” she answered. “Which one are you?” he asked evenly. She felt defeated. She felt ashamed. She tried to close her eyes and shake her head, because she didn’t want to answer. But his grip tightened again in her hair and he held her in place looking at him. “I need an answer, sweetheart,” he said cooly. “A ba… a bad… a bad girl,” she whispered defeatedly. She could feel a single tear trickle down her cheek from the corner of her eyes.
He released her hair, removed the plug from her pussy, and sat back in his chair away from her in one swift motion. “NOOOO!!!!” she cried, trying to hold on to him, to keep him close. Her pussy was soooo needy, she was getting slow close hoping to be rewarded with permission to cum for following all his instructions. And she slumped back on her feet. She was empty… completely empty… and she hung her head crying quietly kneeling on the floor. She reached back to hold her heels, but could not straighten up. She just knelt, slumped, and letting the emotions of disappointment flow out of her through her tears trickling down her face.
He sat there quietly, thinking, and watching. His heart was aching for her, to rescue her. This was hard for him too. He loved her, he loved her submission, and she as being incredibly good for him up until that last moment. He had pushed her, and pushed her, and pushed her to her limit driving her sexual arousal to newer heights. How could he truly expect her to hold out? How could he expect her not to feel for him, long for him, and not move toward him, wanting him after all that he was doing to her body? He knew she was a highly sexual woman, it one of the things he loved about her. How could he punisher her for his actions?! She was becoming more upset with him, with every breath she took… alone. She was feeling very alone.
All of a sudden she felt a warm hand under her chin, lifting her head, and his thumb gently glide across her lips. She kissed his thumb. He smiled down at her. She sniffled as her eyes raise to meet his. “I’m sorr….mmm” she’s cut off as his lips descend on hers in a warm full kiss. His mouth covers her lips, owning hers, as his tongue dances with hers. He is a passionate kisser, not too hard or wet, and not soft and timid, but just right: strong, passionate, claiming her lips for himself. She moves her hands to reach up and hold him, but then remembers to keep her position and hold her heels. She is internally lifted to joy by the kiss and frustrated she cannot touch him. And she is intoxicated by him. She feels drunk with emotional and physical highs and lows she has just been experiencing. He takes her to heights she has never known and then brings her crashing down. She can’t determine if the lows are a new low to her or just more devastating due to the heights he takes her. Either way it’s a roller coaster ride: she is in heaven one minute and hell the next. His twisted mind. She loves that twisted mind and the mind fucks he plays with her. She relishes in them, and reminiscing in the afterglow, but in the midst of them she wants to cuss him like a sailor. Only to refrain for fear of “bad girl” behavior.
He pulls away from her ending the kiss with an inhale that sucks the life breath out of her so much that she actually rises a bit following his lips. “Ssshhhh, little one,” he quiets her “You have been such a wonderfully good girl. I am so proud of you.” he grinned devilishly. “Now rise and let’s give you the present you are here to receive this morning,” Her eyes widened as her mind processes his words. Now was the moment to run or submit. She tried not to, but the edges of her lips began to curl with that impish grin that reveals her decision to submit to him and give him the access to her forbidden hole. She rose…
Standing beside him, she flattened her skirt around her. “I love that green skirt. I love the way it fits you. You made an excellent choice today. I am very pleased,” he says smiling broadly. “Thank you, sir,” she says quietly proud of herself. She smiles at him genuinely grateful for his compliment. He looks up at her lovingly, and said, “now, bend over my desk facing away from me. Elbows and palms on the desk, straight back, ass in the air.” She steps in between his chair and the desk and bends forward. He takes a long look at her luscious legs… he loved the way her legs felt in his hands. “Open. Legs wider,” he instructed. Her face blushed as she debased herself for him and moved her feet to a little wider than her shoulders. “Wider,” he orders, as he taps the inside of her thigh. She spreads her feet further apart. She can feel her wetness leaking down the inside of her thighs.
He reaches out and flips the skirt up onto her back, exposing her ass to the cool air in his office. He could see the goosebumps instantly spread across her ass as the cool air made contact with her bare ass and freshly shaved pussy. She felt the warm rush between her legs. He leaned forward and got a spectacular closeup view of her pussy, and could see her gushing.
And he reaches out with the plug and quickly finds her honey pot as he inserts the plug deftly inside her. She gasps and moans as she felt the small plug enter her. It was thicker than one of his fingers, but not as thick as two fingers. So it slid right into her easily, considering she was still so wet, making the sound of sloppy wet sex. His thumb flicked her clit as he works the plug in and out of her. “Ooohhhh,” she exhaled. She was so close, but the plug wasn’t large enough or long enough to give her the full satisfaction she was craving, to push her over the edge. Instead, it just keeps her on the edge.
“Aaaaahhhh!” she whines as he removes the plug from her completely coated and dripping with her own juices. “Are you ready for your present, sweetheart?” he asked. She paused… moment of truth…. she nervously nodded her head. “I need an answer,” he said exasperatedly. “Yes sir,” she answered nervously. He touched the tip of the plug to her anus, she inhaled quickly and went tense all over no moving or breathing. “Relax, Little One,” he cooed, trying to get her to relax. Although he’s been told telling a woman to “relax” or “calm down” has the opposite effect, but he needed her to relax for this to be less painful for her. Since she was such a tactile person, he decided to do what he had seen her do with her kids… he began to gently rub her all over… her back, her ass, her legs, just letting his finger tips of his free hand graze ever so gently across her skin. He could see the goosebumps raise on her bare skin with the new sensation of his touch. His fingers ran down the back of her thighs and glided up the inside of her thigh to her already over stimulated pussy. He inserted one finger and she moaned in pleasure at the familiar feeling of him inside of her. He worked his finger in and out slowly, methodically, and diligently not too fast to escalate her, but enough to keep her humming. He slipped in a second finger and she let out a low, guttural, primal, female in heat, moan with her head down to let her hair cover her face so she could close her eyes to close out the surrounding office space and just focus on his touch.
“Aaaaaa….. OOOOHHHH!!!” she moaned again as the tip of the plug was beginning to work its way into her ass. She could feel the wet metal sliding in, and her sphincter tightening to push it out. She felt him push deeper with his two fingers into her pussy, and a thumb begin to play with her clit. He was kicking her sexual appetite into overdrive, and she was opening up to him beginning to rock back onto his hand riding his fingers. With every rock back, he was slowly working the plug into her, and she could feel her ass accepting more of it with each thrust of her hips on his fingers. She needed to cum, and she wanted to cum now! Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions and sexual thoughts conflicting over the pleasure she was experiencing from her pussy and her ass, and the appall that she felt for liking what she was feeling since her back door was a forbidden entrance. Slowly but surely he worked in the plug coated in her own honey into her own ass. She felt the last bit of it enter as her sphincter closed around the tapered part leaving just the heart-shaped jewel exposed for him to see. “Aaaaaahhhhh!” she cried through her teeth with a mixture of pleasure and pain. More uncomfortable than painful, but how she was overwhelmed with the filling of two holes at one time. She could feel his fingers rubbing against the plug from the inside and it was a new sensation for her. She was in the verge of ecstasy… “aaaaarrggggghhhhh….. noooo!” she cried as he removed his fingers.
She was having a hard time breathing. “Breathe, sweetheart, breathe,” he coaxed, as he rubbed her back some more. He could feel her breathing begin to steady out into more even breathes. She was clenching his desk in frustration and her need to claw at something, to fidget with her fingers… she was on edge, so close, and now she had a fullness sensation in her ass that wasn’t going away. She stayed in position until told otherwise. She felt him lower her skirt down over her bare ass and pull her back to him. She rose and almost fell into him, but he steadied her and just held her against him. For a quiet intimate moment he just held her and kissed the back of her neck. She loved this, and wanted it to last longer than it did.
He let go and turned her around to face him. He cupped her face as she looked at him. She loved to look at him. And he kissed her. She mewled into his mouth. It was a soft, gentle, yet firm kiss. It was pleasant and intimate. He reached around to cup her ass and poked the plug, she jumped! He chuckled to himself, and smiled broadly, pleased with himself. She scrunched her face, at faux appall and disgruntlement. Although it was a bit uncomfortable. “Now, darling, you return to your desk, and get to work. I’ve got some things to take care of. I’ll check on you later. And we’ll remove your toy later today,” he explained. “Yes sir,” she said a little deflated she couldn’t stay with him all day in her current state. How was she supposed to work with this “thing” stuck up her butt?!
She turned to walk out of the office, and JUMPED! when he swatted her on the ass. Her right ass cheek was instantly on fire and the plug jolted inside of her. She had to grab the open door to keep from falling, as she realized walking with the plug inside her was not going to be easy. She had to concentrate to walk normal… whatever “normal” is with a plug up your ass! She smirked to herself. Today was going to be very interesting. She took every step deliberately to her desk trying to appear normal, and she grimaced internally when someone stopped her to ask her a question. She smiled at them, and talked briefly, all the while thinking about the plug and the recent scene in Sir’s office as her mind wandered…
What?! What was that?! “What are you smiling at?” They asked. “Oh, uuuumm… nothing, just about something earlier today… sorry,” she stammered. Shit! She’s got to focus. “Ok, well, then, I guess I’ll talk to you later. Whatever it is, it must be good. I’ve not seen you this happy in a while,” they said, and moved on to another part of the office. “Really?!” she thought to herself. Have I been that unhappy at work? She didn’t consider herself an unhappy person. Or maybe, it was this goofy grin she gets from being with him, around him, near him, and the things he does to her body and her heart that gets her all giggly on the inside. How she does love him… all of him, especially that twisted mind of his.
She made it a point to gently sit in her desk chair, as she wasn’t sure how much pain she would feel if she just plopped down. Better to be safe than sorry. But she was feeling “it” all the time. She got more comfortable as the morning went on and work became her focus… mostly. Every time she moved, barely turning or shifting her ass would ingnite a spark that shot straight to her pussy and she would cream herself. She was hoping against all hope that she wasn’t going to make a mess in her chair, or on her skirt. Just before lunch, she received a text from Sir:
“Cum in my office for lunch”
She blushed deeply and goosebumps across her chest, causing a warm rush below to stir the plug and make her shiver all over. She grabbed her lunch, and rose to go to his office. She took every step measured, and feeling the plug in her ass with every step. She knocked, and waited. He looked up and smiled broadly, and his eyes crinkled to see her standing there. “Hello, Little one, lunch time already?” he asked. He had been so involved in his task that he failed to keep a check on the clock. “Yes sir!” She chirped, with excitement. “Come in, come in, and sit down. Please,” he said gesturing to large black chair across from his desk. She sashayed into his office and gingerly sat in the chair. He watched her movements and smiled. “Go ahead and eat while I finish this,” he said plainly, and turned back to his computer. She pulled out her lunch and began to eat. The silence in the office was deafening and comforting at the same time. They both just enjoyed being in the presence of one another… no other person in his life has ever made him feel that way… just content to be with. He prayed that never changed with them.
She jumped!
He finished and shut his laptop. The click startled her, realizing her mind had wandered off in the midst of the quietness, eating, and watching him. She loved to just look at him. She hoped she never got over that feeling of just enjoying him and his presence. He smiled realizing in the moment what just happened. “Dreaming and creaming, are you?” he asked with a knowing smile. “Yes sir,” she said quietly, because she was caught red faced and blushing. “Show me,” he said coolly. His gaze intensifying as he looked her directly in the eye and then down her dress to her skirt. She squirmed, and her lips twisted in pleasure and pain as the plug moved inside her ass with each squirm. She decided to embrace the command and be brave this time… she lifted the front of her skirt to show him the top of her thighs and the bare skin of her mound. Since her legs were together he couldn’t see much else. “Open,” he said evenly. She blushed and parted her legs. The chair did not allow much of a parting since she was sitting upright with her back against the chair, rather than sitting forward to give her more room to spread. She was teasing the hell out of him and she knew it, and she relished in it. “More,” he said. “What sir?” She asked in somewhat disbelief. “More. I want to see more. In fact, since you and I both know how you’re teasing me, I want you to show me fully what it’s been like for you today…” he spoke clearly. She swallowed nervously, because all of a sudden her mouth was dry as all the moisture in her body was pooling between her legs. “…I want you to bring your knees to your chest, open them as far as I can, and let’s your legs hang over the arms of the chair you’re sitting in. I want you to masturbate right here, right now, in my office while I watch,” he commanded. Her face got redder with every word and the goosebumps raised to new heights across her chest. Her entire body was on fire, and his office suddenly became hotter. “I’m… I’m not sure I can do that, sir” she spoke nervously. “Then we are done for lunch and you can return to your desk,” he said dryly.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Just like that?!” She thought, “He can just dismiss me like that, like I’m some piece of ass here to do his bidding?! Fuck him!” She was hurt… but she didn’t speak any of this out loud. She just sat there sulking and irritated. He watched all this display on her face, and waited. She watched him watch her. He didn’t move. She waited to see if he would change his mind… what if?… how bad would it be to?… her mind began to fill with questions, and lessen her irritation. She was needy, hungry for more than her lunch could provide… he was offering her some relief… wasn’t he? She looked at her phone and reread his text: “Cum in my office for lunch.” Shit! Was he going to let her cum in his office during lunch? Is that what he meant? Damn! Why did she do this? Why did she let her emotions ruin a perfectly good opportunity to cum… for him? Fuck me! She thought, with a giggle… she really did want him to fuck her thoroughly, soundly, fully, until she couldn’t take anymore. So… here she sat… in his chair… and…
She began to feel herself move her knees to her chest. His eyes widened with interest and desire as she began to move… in obedience. She spread her knees apart as far as she could revealing her buried treasure box to him, and she rested her legs on the arms of the chair with feet hanging off each side. She was rubbing her fingers along her legs and lightly scratching them to fidget with her body as she was nervous as hell about this, but also so very turned on by the humiliating act of being on such display for him. He cleared his throat, she locked eyes with him. Her hand lightly touching the inside of her thigh near the knee began to work its way to her treasure box. Slowly, deliberately her hand glided up her leg until it was lightly touching around her pussy. He moved to adjust himself as he was getting rock hard and uncomfortable. She smirked at his adjustment, and chose that moment to slide a finger up and down her slit. “Aaahh!” she sighed pleasantly. She knew how to make herself cum and quickly. She started sliding a finger up and down, then working it in and out. She played with her clit, and she was getting sooooo close… almost… there… her breathing was quickening and she could feel the dam building up and getting ready to explode… she was so fucking wet and she didn’t care now if anyone walked in… she was so.. so… soooo…. “OOOOOHHHH!!!!” She moaned, it was so good, and she could feel every movement of her wiggling and rocking intensified by the plug in her ass, it was making her want more than her hand, but she was going with what she had… she could feel the plug from inside her pussy and she was beginning to love that damn thing! She was sooooo close… so fucking close…. “aah… aah… aah… ooh… NOOOOO!!!!” She cried out, as she felt her hand snatched away from her treasure box! “What the fuuuuuck?!” She cried more than irritated on the edge of the most delicious orgasm she was about to experience and she was fighting to get her hand in contact with her clit to finish what HE started.
“STOP!” he growled at her! She stopped immediately, startled by his tone, and looked up at him. When did he get up and move around his desk? She thought. Her eyes were glazed over with need, she couldn’t focus to form a coherent thought. She was out of breath. “W… why? Why did you stop me?!” she whined. “You didn’t have permission to finish,” he growled. “What?! What do you mean?” she asked frustratingly. “You did not have permission, sweetheart. You did not ask,” he stated authoritatively. He moved back around his desk to sit in his desk chair. She sighed, disappointed in herself for forgetting to ask, and still frustrated with him for not letting her finish… this whole thing was supposed to be fun for both of them… couldn’t he let her enjoy herself just this once?! She sighed again… she agreed to this… to him… owning her orgasms.
“Sir, may I please have permission to cum?” she asked as politely as she could muster in the moment. “No,” he answered. “Pleeeaasee, Sir?” she cooed as her hand glided back to her pussy and she began to rub herself seductively for him to watch. He paused as he watched her, mesmerized by her seductiveness… she rubbing faster and focusing on her clit was getting her back to where she left off…. “aaaahhhh…. oooohhh” she moaned. “Stop!” He said. She paused… “Are you sure, Sir?” she tried to coax him with her musings. “Yes… I’m sure… stop,” he said. She relented, defeated, and pouting. He chuckled to himself. “If she only knew how cute she was when she gets frustrated and pouty,” he thought to himself.
“Come here.” He commanded, as he patted his lap. She looked at him in surprise and nervous excitement. She closed her legs and rose from her chair. She sashayed over to him and sat curling up in his lap with her nose nuzzling his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “I love you,” he said. “I know,” she responded quietly. She jumped! As his hand cupped her ass and began to play with the plug moving it around a bit. “Aaaaagghh!” she cried as she clenched a fist grabbing the chest of his shirt. She nibbled his neck, and her mouth popped open as he pushed on the plug a little deeper. “Get up” he ordered. She caught her breath, after he released the plug, and her to allow her to stand up. She needed a moment to steady herself. He smacked her in the ass, and she jumped! She has such a smackable ass!
“Now bend over my desk like you did this morning, sweetheart. Elbows down, palms flat, and ass in the air,” he order with a smile. She wagged her ass in his face as she bent forward to tease him for all the torture he’s put through today. He flipped her skirt up to reveal the heart shaped jewel nestled in between her cheeks. It rested there beautifully, waiting to be played with. He reached out and grabbed the jewel and began to tug on the plug a bit. She closed her eyes with the new sensation and feeling like her insides were being pulled out with it. Then he pushed it in. She gritted her teeth trying to adjust to the new found pain and pleasure as he started to fuck her ass with the plug. He was enjoying the closeup view of her twisting, turning, swaying, and rocking to adjust to the new sensation. Her pussy was spasming and a tiny trickle began to coat the inside of her legs.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!” Her eyes flew open, she clawed his desk as she moaned soooo loud that she was sure everyone heard it! Oh Fuck! He grabbed her ass and dove into her running his tongue right up the inside of her leg and up the slit of her pussy! She never expected him to ever do something like this. And she wasn’t going to stop him. She wanted him, all of him. She rocked back toward him trying to ride his face as he drove his tongue deeply into her and curled it licking the nectar out of her like licking dippin’ dots out of a cup. She tasted sooo fucking good! Sweet, musky, sex. She wrapped her fingers around the front of the desk to hold on for as long as this ride would last. “IIIIIEEEEEE!!!” she practically screamed, when his tongue found her clit and she exploded! The dam rushing over its edge and she was cumming so hard she about broke his nose when she jerked back onto his face. He grabbed a hold of her hips and helped her stay steady as he felt the ripples of her orgasm rushing over her. He doubled his efforts as he continued to lick, suck, and drink her in while he was working the plug in and out of her ass. She was writhing in pleasure and pain, she needed more. “Moooore! Pleeeaasee moooore,” she grunted. As she could feel the next orgasm about to overtake her… he ran his tongue as deep in her as he could get… in and out… in and out. He reached up with his free hand and grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled snapping her head back with a moan of primal animalistic desire… his tongue flicked her clit and she wailed “YEEEEESSS SIIIIR….. AAAAAHHH…. OOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!” she collapsed on his desk. She was done, she came undone, and had nothing left.. her pussy was slightly quivering in post orgasmic spasms as she was coming down. They laid there for just a few minutes.
He reached up and slowly, gently, but firmly pulled and removed the plug. Her head came up off the desk as the largest part of the plug was dislodged from her ass. And she collapsed again in exhaustion. He put the toy aside. And began rubbing her legs, ass, and back trying to soothe her and console her. “Good girl. You have been the most wonderful good girl I could ever ask for,” he said soothingly as he continued to rub her back. “I am so very proud of you!” he said praising her as he pulled her off the desk and into his lap. She curled up in his arms and snuzzled into his neck. She cooed in her euphoric blissful afterglow as he held her close… close to him… close to his heart. He never wanted to let her go….ever. She could feel how pleased he was with her as his hard cock was poking at her her through his pants. She lazily reached down and began to stroke him. “Mmmmm…” he hummed. “I love you, sweetheart. I love you more than my words can express,” he said to her. “Me too,” she said quietly, as they held each other.
One more step towards the horizon…
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