“On the table,” he said quietly. I obediently followed his instructions, climbing up and putting myself on all fours on the wooden table. He wanted to fuck me on a stage? That wasn’t too unusual. I thrust my ass out in the air as he came up behind me, my asshole and pussy open wide to receive him. I was determined to give him the best fucking of his life.
Slap! The sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room and I gasped in pain. My left ass cheek burned red-hot like it was on fire.
Slap! I let out a little squeak. Now my right ass cheek was hit, and it burned even more painfully than the first.
“Is there a problem?” Rothman asked pleasantly, caressing my burning ass.
“No,” I grunted, trying to ignore the pain of his spanking.
“Good.” Slap! Slap! Slap! Three spanks in swift procession, alternating from one cheek to the other. He spanked me hard and the pain only worsened; but after maybe ten or eleven I felt a little rush of pleasure mixed in with it. My body shuddered with every slap and my pussy began to get wetter and wetter the longer the spanking went on.
“You are the only…” Slap! “girl in the office…” Slap! “for me to fuck today…” Slap! He grunted in between spanking. “I’m going to…” Slap! “make you…” Slap! “scream!”
I let out a short moan in response, and as if he was waiting for it, he ceased his spanking. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked. I nodded slowly, my pussy so wet I was almost dripping onto the table.
“Your ass is a nice cherry red now.” He paused. “What was your name?” he considered this for a moment. “I suppose it doesn’t matter.” Now it was time; he was going to plow my asshole or my pussy, whichever one didn’t matter. It was almost over.
Rothman climbed up onto the table and positioned himself behind me. I heard him unzip his pants and mentally prepared myself for a rough fuck. Something found its way into my asshole; I frowned in surprise—it was tiny. It couldn’t have been his cock. All of a sudden a second something joined the first. I knew then what it was—it wasn’t his cock, it was his fingers.
“Not incredibly tight, as assholes go,” Rothman said softly. A third finger poked its way in, more girth than I usually felt. A good anal session was unlikely to arouse me usually; I had been fucked in the ass more times than I could count, so it was kind of ordinary for me. But when he inserted his fourth finger in I felt myself squirm in pleasure. I hadn’t been properly stretched for a long time now.
“You like that, don’t you? We’re only just getting started.” Rothman shoved his thumb in next, and his entire hand followed. I moaned in pleasure, but still he wasn’t done. He hand closed itself into a fist inside my ass, pushing against the walls of my anus so hard that I moaned even louder. With his entire fist in my asshole he placed his free hand above my ass and began to thrust in and out. Slow at first, then building up momentum, he began to fist me with all his strength.
I squealed. I couldn’t help it—it slipped out. It was high pitched and loud, and the fisting slowed for a moment, to my relief; then it sped up again faster than before!
I had never been fisted like this in my life. I couldn’t take it—my pussy was wet, my knees were wobbling, my mouth was open in a constant moan. I put my head against the cool table and closed my eyes, riding the pleasure and pain.
All of a sudden something entered my pussy. It felt beyond good; it was orgasmic. With a fist in my asshole and a cock in my pussy I climaxed hard and screamed in pleasure. Rothman wasn’t finished; he didn’t cum straight away, but pounded me until I orgasmed again, then released his sticky load into my cunt. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked as hard as humanly possible; never in my life had I felt anything like it.