“I’m guessing you enjoyed listening to us?”
Chrissy froze, her hand on the mouse. Her face instantly turned bright red. She thought she might faint. The room spun. She was afraid to turn. She wasn’t even sure whether the voice was male or female — Paul or Marcia.
But then a strong hand — a man’s hand — gripped her shoulder and slowly turned her chair around. She found herself facing Paul’s grinning face. She lowered her violently blushing face — only for her gaze to catch on his crotch — and the substantial bulge she could see forming in it. She covered her face with her hands.
“I’m sorry,” she blurted.
Paul gently took her hands in his and pulled them away from her face. He waited until she turned her hot face up to him, tears now beginning to leak from her eyes. “Did you enjoy listening to it?” he said with a grin.
She crossed her legs, but couldn’t break the gaze of his green eyes. “Well?” She cast her head down.
“Come with me,” he said and, with frightening ease, yanked her up to her feet. In a daze, she walked as he directed. It took her a moment to realize he was taking her into Mrs. Kelly’s office. She stopped and tried to back up, like a frightened cat. But he pushed her forward.
She went through the door and let him push her onto the soft leather couch. He took the seat opposite Mrs. Kelly, who looked up in astonishment. “What is it, Paul?”
He glared at her. “I told you that fucking thing would get you in trouble.”
“What thing?”
“Your toy. That computer transcription thing.”
“What about it?”
“You left it on.”
“So?”
“And it recorded everything.”
She shook her head. “So?”
“Last night,” Paul emphasized. Suddenly, Mrs. Kelly went still as a stone. “You mean?”
“I mean that little Chrissy here got to hear our entire . . . episode.”
Mrs. Kelly’s jaw dropped. it worked up and down for a moment. She whirled to face Chrissy.
“You mean . . . she heard . . . ”
“She even masturbated to it. And came.” Paul said with a grin. Chrissy blushed furiously once more and fixed her gaze on her shoes.
Mrs. Kelly then did something that shocked Chrissy. She laughed.
“I see. Our little volunteer is maybe a bit . . . deprived? Or depraved?”
“Both I reckon,” said Paul. Chrissy looked up. And the looks the two lovers were giving her scared her. There was very little shame. It was almost like . .
Chrissy quickly returned to contemplating her shoes. But she could feel her legs beginning to shake as she wondered what they planned to do with her. There was a long silence.
“So what do you think we should do with her?” Marcia asked Paul.
Chrissy looked up to see Paul giving her an appraising look. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch and widened slightly at the bulge she could see extending down his pants legs. She realized he had seen the look by the grin that took over his face.
“I think . . . she’s been a bad little voyeur.”
Marcia took offer her glasses — suddenly looking years younger. “Yes she has. Perhaps she should be punished?”
Paul looked Chrissy up and down. And she felt very naked under that gaze. Her face flushed brightly. She tried to control her breathing, aware of how it was making her breasts move up and down. But she was far too nervous under the gaze of Marcia’s office stud. She looked
away again.
“I think so,” said Paul confidently. “She needs a spanking.”
Chrissy’s reaction surprised her. A tremor ran through her body. Her eyes locked back onto Paul’s. Her face flushed. Her legs trembled. And her nipples popped up. She felt an immediate desire to cover her breasts or to run out of the room. But instead her legs parted slightly and her breathing deepened. Paul stood and strode across the room to her. He put his hand on her face and turned it up to look at him. And looking into his face, she saw reassurance. There was no cruelty in his face — there was amusement, affection, tenderness . . . and unmistakable lust. Suddenly, it wasn’t so surprising that he had seduced her boss — or was it the other way around?
“Yes,” he said. “Naughty girls like her definitely need discipline.”
Her nervousness bled out under his openly lustful gaze, leaving only a slowly growing arousal. Her eyes flicked down to the crotch that was inches from her face. Surely that couldn’t all be him? The idea that she was turning him on aroused her further.
“What do you think, Chrissy?” he asked.
She looked up at him and grinned. A voice that didn’t sound like her own responded.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
She tilted her head and lightly bit one of his fingers. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Maybe it was the lingering affects of her powerful orgasm. She’d never acted wantonly in her life. Yet here she was deliberately provoking him. “Yes, I’m a bad girl.”
“What should I do about it?”
Chrissy hesitated a moment, blushing again. The answer was obvious and she wanted to say it. But it took great courage for her to utter the next words. “You should spank me.”
Paul’s eyes lit up and the sizeable log in his pants shifted in excitement. Chrissy licked her lips, relishing the power she had to stir his lust. “Are you sure?”
Chrissy had never been more sure of anything in her life. She couldn’t explain it — couldn’t believe the words were coming out of her mouth. It was like she watching someone else. “Yes. I’m a bad girl. And I need a spanking.”
Paul sat down next to her on the couch. He gently put his hand on her shoulder and pushed. Chrissy gracefully slid into his lap and rolled until she was laying across it.
“My word, Chrissy,” said Mrs. Kelly. “I am surprised. Here I was, thinking of you as this demure innocent girl.”
Chrissy didn’t answer. She closed her eyes and let her excitement level rise as Paul’s hands began to stroke her ass through her skirt. She gasped as he pulled her skirt up, exposing her pink cotton panties. He gently stroked his fingers over the material stretched tightly over her taught ass. She sighed happily as his fingers trailed over the curve of her 37″ hips, pulled at the bikini string that cut into the delightful flesh and gripped her 26″ waist.
“You have a beautiful ass, Chrissy,” he said as his fingers continued to thrill her with tracing out patterns on it. She blushed. She was self-conscious of her bottom. She thought it was too big. But the thing she could feel growing against her chest told her that Paul found it enticing.
“I’ve often thought that — watching you parading around in your little skirts. How much I would like to have your ass. And now I have it. It’s perfect for this. It will take a spanking really well.”
Chrissy’s breath caught and her legs involuntarily parted as his fingers traced down to her moist cunt.
“Her panties are wet, Marcia,” he said as he touched her. Chrissy moaned the at the touch — too real to ignore but too light to make her cum. “I told you she was a little tramp, didn’t I?”
Chrissy blushed again but then was distracted by Paul putting his left hand underneath her panties while his right hand was still teasing her pussy. The feeling of his strong hand trapped against the bare flesh of her ass and the teasing of her cunt got her squirming. Paul pushed her down and then his right hand left her pussy. For a moment, Chrissy wondered what he was doing. And then it came down on her ass. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt — just enough to make her body jerk and her butt jiggle from the impact.
“Don’t squirm,” he said. His right hand returned to her pussy and Chrissy forced herself to stay still. It wasn’t easy. He was very good with his fingers, quickly making her dripping wet with his tender ministrations to her vulva and clit. When he pushed her panties into her vagina with his fat index finger, she twitched again.
Immediately, he smacked her bottom again. A little harder this time. Chrissy was ashamed to find she liked it. The next time he touched her pussy, she deliberately moved her hips. A slightly harder smack. Another roll of the hips and another smack. Another and another.
Marcia said, “I think she likes it. She’s making you spank her.”
In a bemused voice, Paul said, “We’ll see how she likes this.” He grabbed her panties and yanked them down. Chrissy delightedly raised her hips, letting them slide off and down to her ankles. The cool office air on her bottom felt good. And when Paul touched her clit again, her hips jerked reflexively. This time it hurt a little when he smacked her butt. And, to her shame, Chrissy loved it.
“Hmmm,” she moaned. Paul now abandoned any pretense but began to paddle her bottom with increasingly strong strokes. Chrissy could sense him holding back — he didn’t really want to hurt her or anything. There was a paradoxical gentleness in the way he was spanking her with increasingly painful swats. She decided she needed to encourage him.
“Harder, harder,” she moaned. “I love it.”
He responded, now spanking her full bottom hard enough to make loud sounds in the office and push her forward on his lap.
“Yes, just like that!” she said. His paddling leveled off at a perfect level of force — enough to make her bottom hurt just a little. Chrissy enjoyed it for a minute, her arousal level shooting up into the stratosphere. To her surprise, his treatment was getting her close to cumming again although it couldn’t quite push it over that edge. She was starting to get frantic. And could sense that Paul was too.
Suddenly, Paul stopped and rolled her over. And Chrissy sat up suddenly and found herself in his arms. They kissed with utter abandon, maneuvering until she was sitting in his lap, straddling him with her legs, his hands on her sore but happy bottom, her bare cunt rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants. She was wild with arousal now. She quickly stripped off her shirt, exposing the front-clasped pink bra enclosing her full breasts. The bra quickly followed and Paul attacked her breasts with his mouth, kissing and licking them, biting the hard nipples.
Chrissy squealed and raised herself up to give him better access. She’d never had it this good — rocking across the perfect balance of roughness and tenderness. She could sense her orgasm approaching — one more powerful than any man had ever given her before.
“Oh, I’m going to . . . . I’m going to . . . ”
She froze as her excitement peaked. She pulled Paul’s head into her chest and sobbed with pleasure as strong contractions rolled through her tight pussy. She held her position there for a full minute while Paul kept her on the balance, kissing her firm breasts, squeezing her ass and rubbing her slick vulva against the pants-covered head of his cock, pushing just a little bit into her each time. Finally, with a sobbing moan, she slumped down on him. Paul kissed her hot face.
“Oh my. That’s the best climax I’ve ever had,” she muttered without opening her eyes.
“We haven’t even started yet,” Marcia intoned.
Chrissy rolled off of Paul to sit in a heap next to him. She opened her eyes to see Marcia walk slowly over to Paul and cup his swollen cock through his tightly-stretched pants. Her hair was down now and she looked like a different woman with the black curls spilling down her back. Chrissy could imagine this woman having made the recording last night.
“Do you know what’s in here, Chrissy?” she asked. She nodded, blushing once again.
“Tell me.”
“His cock. His great big cock.”
Marcia nodded as thought pleased with a particularly bright student. “Yes. And do you know what it does?”
She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“It makes you cum.”
Marcia frowned. “Yes, but what it really does is make you a woman.”
Chrissy blushed again. “I’ve . . . done it before.”
“No, you haven’t. Not like Paul is going to do you. You haven’t had your brains fucked out yet. I can tell. And this is just the cock — and just the man — to fuck your brains out for the first time.”
Chrissy looked away, the shy girl reasserting herself. It wasn’t too late to get out of this.
“Why do you think I’d cheat on my husband?,” said Marcia, drawing back the young girl’s gaze. “I heard from Amber how good he was. How hung he was.” Chrissy envisioned the petite brunette from accounting bouncing her tight little ass on Paul’s huge cock — and the shy girl vanished again. “And with my husband not giving me any attention . .
.”
She kissed Paul while her fingers played over his concealed cock. “I just had to see what the fuss was all about!”
Marcia grabbed Paul’s hand and pulled him to his feet. She began to move around him as she kissed him and stripped off his clothes. His shirt went, revealing an average physique with a slight paunch. He kicked off his shoes and striped off his socks as Marcia continued her teasing.
She moved in front of him, blocking Chrissy’s view. The young girl heard the loud flop of his belt buckle and saw his pants drops to his ankles. Marcia moved away and Chrissy gaped at the size of the tent in his boxer briefs.
“Ah, I see we’ve got Chrissy’s attention once more.”
Marcia continued to kiss Paul as she stroked and teased the enormous bulge in his boxers. And as this went on, he gradually stripped her. First, the dark blouse came off, each parted button revealing more of her thick-strapped black bra and profound cleavage. Chrissy realized that her boss was curvier than she’d suspected. When fully dressed, Marcia had a substantial bust. But stripped down to her minimizer bra, she was even more impressive — the heavy DD-cups pulled high and tight against her chest. The short black skirt soon followed, revealing Marcia’s full hips and voluptuous ass encased in matching black bikini panties and a garter belt. Chrissy gasped. She’d never have suspected that Mrs. Kelly was wearing such sexy lingerie under her conservative attire.
Marcia turned away from Paul, facing Chrissy, and rubbed her panty-covered ass against his erection as he undid the hooks on her bra. After the fourth, the bra practically flew off from the pressure.
And Chrissy gasped as Marcia’s firm breasts tumbled out. They were big but with only a little sag — the bustline of a woman half her age. She looked like an adolescent boy’s wet dream — top-heavy with firm breasts bigger than one would expect from her full but compact ass.
Marcia grinned at her. “You’re thinking that they must be fake. But I can assure you — they’re all me. Aren’t they, stud?”
He didn’t answer but simply reached around her body and took her breasts in his hands. He squeezed and caressed them, pinching the nipples. Marcia moaned loudly.
She freed herself just long enough to strip her tight panties down her legs, exposing a neatly trimmed pussy. Chrissy realized that she’d worn the panties *over* the garter — to be all the more ready for fucking. The girl reached up her skirt and began to stroke her cunt as her arousal level shot back up.
Marcia turned to embrace Paul and Chrissy was again amazed by how firm and taut the woman’s full ass was. She was envious of the older woman’s body.
But her envy was quickly subsumed by lust as Marcia began to boldly grind her mons against Paul’s enormous underwear-covered prick. They kissed passionately and his hands returned to her breasts. She groaned loudly as her body was attacked from every direction.
“You’re going to make me cum,” she moaned. “I’m going to cum just from this.”
He raised one of her legs up to allow him to grind directly against her inflamed puss. He grabbed her ass, lifted her off her feet and ground her against his bulge. And after just a few moments, Marcia grunted and clutched him tight. Her hips jerked spasmodically as she came against him.
They stood still like that for a moment. Then Paul released her leg and pushed her against the desk.
“Time to get fucked,” he hissed.
But just as he was about to lower his boxers, Marcia put a hand on his chest.
“Not just yet,” she said.
She stooped to pick up her bra and then strode over to Chrissy. “I have something else in mind,” she said.
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