Christina sat in the meeting, her mind teetering on the edge of attention. As was common when she was distracted, she played with the top of her stockings, running her fingers along the soft stuff under her dame, gently tickling her intimate thigh. It wasn't particularly sexual ; it was simply an absent-minded legal action that felt rather pleasant. She began to feel that she was being watched, and looked up sharply. Her regard was met by one of the most frustrating men she'd ever known : he was intelligent and astute, sure-footed and articulate, and yet… he seemed unable to take her seriously : he dismissed her marriage offer and would simply count at her when she talked, or even when she was on the former side of meat of the office. She felt the companion tactile sensation of vexation building up inside her, and looked away. Even that felt like losing some conflict she hadn't been aware she was fighting. She continued to feel his eyes on her, though this clip, she felt there was an factor of satisfaction and triumph on his division. She gritted her teeth.

A few days later, Christina was groping her way through another post-deal celebration. The ambiance was self-congratulatory, yet relaxed, and people began to let down their sentry go. Christina was at the bar when she felt a hand rest itself lightly on her shoulder. Surprised at what felt like unprofessional behavior, she turned with a slight touch of exhilaration. Her face reddened as she saw that it was no other than the man who made her cringe with annoyance. He simply looked at her with amusement.

"What do you want ?"Possibly too abrupt ? Perhaps too obvious he got under her skin ?

He continued to smile slightly as he held her regard."Another lilliputian staring contest perhaps,"he suggested quietly, showing that he knew how she perceived him.
Again, the anger rose."Why do you do it ? What horrible trivial kicks can you possibly get out of making me find uncomfortable ? At work !"

He leaned on the bar, his eyes moving slowly down to her oral fissure."I like to see how you respond. It must be difficult to remain so frame and professional when you're being so mercilessly…taunted."

Despite herself, Christina started to palpate that she was involved in some illicit game. Involuntarily, she licked her lips."If you really want to know, I find it belittling and can't understand why you insist on treating me with despite. It seems as though it's some unusual game or…or voodoo that you're trying to need me in, expressly without my consent."

She instantly regretted saying ‘ voodoo': the grinning grew a slight, and he leaned slowly in towards her.

"I'm not playing a game at all. Why does my opinion and reaction to you matter so much ?"

"They don't ! You're intimidating. And rude. And obnoxious."
"Surely you don't really think that ? If so, wouldn't you just report me ? Or ignore me ? Why let me keep on to niggle at you, to obtrude upon your view ? Why proceed looking at me, tracking what I'm doing, or looking at ? Why constantly ask for my opinion ?"His smile softened again, and he dropped his voice, putting his head close to her ear.

"I want you to follow me in five second. You'll find me at the elevator,"he breathed slowly, his words unfurling themselves and tickling her ear, leaving her the radix of her thorn tingling.

"How…how do you acknowledge I'll come ?"she stuttered, inwardly cursing the incertitude in her voice, mingled with something like desperation.

He smiled and moved away, a hand casually brushing against her nipple as he did so. She gasped and jumped, ineffectual to curb herself. He looked at her for a moment, till she once again dropped her centre, and then he was gone.

She sat for a minute, not comprehending the twist that had occurred so quickly, and annoyed at how she hadn't been able to react with a cutting remark, how she didn't laugh derisively when he essentially told her she wanted him. She felt slightly helpless, and sorry, she knew that she was going to go. She stood up.

As she approached the lift, nervous and slightly ashamed, she couldn't see him. Christina was about to sprain back, when rough custody turned her and pushed her against the wall, squeezing her arms firmly. His body pinned her, his chest against her ache mammilla, and he brought his oral fissure close to hers. She expected - and wanted - an belligerent candy kiss and leaned towards him, her lips seeking his. Nothing. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her, that annoying spirit of entertainment playing all over his face. Christina again flushed with superfluity and tried to get away from his travelling bag. He shook his head slightly and she stilled. He nodded approvingly, quietly muttering,"unspoiled ”.

He abruptly turned and pulled her down the corridor and into an office. Again he teased her, leaning in to kiss her before stopping, making her deprivation to squall in frustration. She could feel his erection : she knew he wanted it, and yet he was still playing games.

He turned her around, holding her against him, so that his cock pushed into her binding. She tried to spin around, but he tightened his grip. With his absolve bridge player, he began to stroke her mamilla through her top, slowly, agonizingly, making Christina let out a muted moan. He then pushed her hairsbreadth from her neck, and bit her hard, forcing her to yelp in reception. Still he wouldn't let her go. He kept stroking her slowly, whilst suction and biting her neck aggressively, till eventually, she whimpered,"please ”.

He paused."What do you want ?"he asked slowly.

"Anything. Everything. I want you to fuck me."

"I know,"he growled, and pushed her towards the desk. She sat down and reached for his whack. He pushed her hands away and began to push up her skirt, sliding his workforce along the stockings, pausing as he reached the top, and felt her bare tegument under his fingers. She shuddered as he caressed her intimate thighs, slowly circling his way towards her pussycat. She opened her pegleg wider, inviting him, begging him to spiel with her. His fingers traced the line of her suspenders, coming agonizingly close. She resisted the impulse to seize his fingerbreadth and push them inside her. She tried to snap up the cock that was straining in the trouser in front man of her, but again he pushed her away. He was entirely in control.

Finally, he began to slue his finger under the silk of her panties. She could feel how wet she was, how the stuff clung to her when his digit started to prise it away. She was desperate for him to come in her, and shifted towards him. He simply began lightly flicking her clitoris, each link sending a pocket-sized cushion down her vertebral column. He watched her face intently as he did this, enjoying the twitch every metre he touched her. He started rubbing her gently, and she responded by arching herself towards him, whilst her juices seemed to menstruate even more. It was all he could do to resist fucking her right then. He toyed with the opening to her slit, teasingly promising to drive his fingers inside, but not quite doing it. Christina was on the brink of doing it herself, when he suddenly pushed them inside her, at the Saami time kissing her deeply. The intense satisfaction she felt seemed to drain her of energy : she fell back onto the table, groaning in pleasance. Already she felt close to an orgasm.

He continued to slowly piece of ass her with his fingers, feeling her wriggle on his paw, as he bent down and, with the light-colored of touches, circled her clitoris with his glossa. She moaned in desire, pushing her rose hip towards him, but he continued to keep back his space, teasing her, refusing to live up to her. He relished the control he had over her and her body. Every time she tried to sit up, he firmly pushed her back down.

He continued licking her in this baffle way for what felt like forever, so that Christina was pleading with him to avail her. He pulled his digit out of her, and held them to her lips. Without thought process, she took them into her mouth and sucked hard on them, tasting herself. He stood up and unbuckled his pant, still with his finger's breadth filling her mouth. She stared at his hard-on, wanting it desperately. He pulled her backtalk towards it and she moved willingly, taking as very much of him inside her sass as possible, wrapping her sass tightly over his barb. He grabbed her head and controlled her motility, not allowing her even to founder him a blowjob like she wanted. She surrendered to his controller, trying not to exit as he pushed his putz as far into his mouth as possible, holding it at the spine of her oral cavity before slowly withdrawing.

He was groaning in joy, not even watching as he used her sassing to pleasure himself. Suddenly he stopped, pulled her back onto the desk, and quickly and aggressively plunged deep inside her. She nearly screamed in surprise and satisfaction, as he filled her completely. He stopped. Feeling her snatch tight around his turncock, feeling her try to correct to his size.

He began to slide in and out agonizingly slowly, making Christina squirm in desire. He looked down at her white meat, and without warning ripped her shirt spread out. He pulled her bra down and kneaded her breasts, flicking and pinching the erect tit. He then began to strike faster, watching Christina's breasts bouncing up and down with every shot. He was absorbed in the pleasure, not even aware of Christina's smell at this point, though her moans of ecstasy were filling his ears.

He continued to fuck her fast, holding her thighs to see he penetrated as deep as possible. He eventually turned his attention back to the woman bucking and clenching herself beneath him, and began playing with her clit, softly at first, getting faster and firmer. It had an instant effect : she began to shake and grasp him tightly with her legs, pulling him into her. He watched her boldness as she got closer and closer, and as she seemed on the threshold, he stopped completely.

Her eyes snapped undetermined in anger. In response, he withdrew and easily flipped her over.

"I want you to total while I'm fucking you doggy stylus over the desk. While I'm holding your hips and driving into you, pulling your forefront back with your hair, and you're screaming and writhing."With that, he entered her again, causing the like reaction as the first metre. He reached around and resumed fingering her, whilst whispering dirty Holy Writ in her ear and driving into her. Christina gripped the desk, feeling her breasts rubbing on the low temperature surface, sending quiver down her torso. Her orgasm came suddenly and in waves of delight. She felt her kitty contracting and clenching, holding his peter inside her, as it hit her. As she finished, he entwined his hand in her tomentum ; the other gripped her hip. Pulling her forefront back, he continued fucking her mercilessly, his pecker seeming to swell as her orgasm pulsed through her. His balls tightened and he became more urgent, feeling his cum about to explode out of him. He stared at his turncock pumping in and out of this unbelievable woman's tight pussy, and the batch tipped him over the edge. With a moan he came inside her, her pussy milking his cock of his heart. He stood still, panting, waiting for the orgasm to settle. He slid out of her, tracing a line down her backrest with his finger.

He leaned over to where she was still lying, face-down on the desk.

"You see ? I can throw you whenever I want."He quickly tidied himself, turned and left the office.




Christina was again in a meeting, stroking her thigh. This time, however, she was deeply focused on last nights'confrontation, and she was getting more than and more wrench on at simply recalling his thrusting, his dominance, the joy. She darted a glimpse in his focusing, only to find him staring intently at her. As he caught her eye, he smiled seductively. She blushed, understanding how irresistible she found him. And yet… she wanted to redress the balance. She needed to. She wanted the chance to feel like he must accept felt endure night.

*

Everything was quick. He was coming in a few minutes. She smiled secretively to herself, already excited by the promise of the night ahead. The bell rang. As she opened the door, she allowed her dressing gown to slide off her shoulders, revealing her Shirley Temple corset, which pushed her breasts firmly into deal, showing off the late descent of her segmentation. He didn't even look at her grimace, but immediately reached out to take her in his arms. She danced playfully out of his way.


"Tonight, it's my crook to take mastery,"she murmured. He continued to stare at her body, raking his eyes over her figure. He nodded silently.

"I like to take on a little more aggressively. With a bit of help from some props. You don't have any remonstrance do you ?"Again, a mute reply. She could already see his cock bulging in his trousers.


She ushered him straight towards the sleeping accommodation. As he entered the door, he felt a tightening around his neck. Startled, he reached up to feel that a taking into custody had been slipped around him. He glanced at Christina, slightly anxious.

"Don't worry, it's just in instance I find it hard to control you. Come with me."

She led him to the bed. Tying the wind around the rail at the top of the bed, she encouraged him to climb up. He did so, feeling apprehensive but incredibly excited. Almost before he was aware of it, she had pulled off his trousers, fastened one of his articulatio talocruralis to the bedpost, and was expertly working on the other. The work force followed, leaving him just able to support himself on custody and knees.

"You've done this before, I see,"he muttered wryly.

She chuckled,"Not everything that I'm about to do to you. There's something I've been heroic to try for a while, but never quite had the courage."

He was pondering what she meant when he suddenly felt a smarting pain on his arse. He cried out as she brought the spatula down on his other arsehole impertinence. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, particularly when she tenderly caressed the red St. Mark afterwards.

"Less dissonance will be considerably for you."She stalked around him, allowing him to see the black heels, the stays, the mischievous grinning. She scraped her nails along his rachis, enjoying the gooseflesh and shivering it created on him. She could literally do anything to this strong and dominant man. Anything. And best of all, he would enjoy it.

She grabbed a cold glass of water supply and, without warning, put his pecker in it. Again, he attempted to jump but was restrained by the chemical bond. She smirked, and punished him with the spatula.

"It'can't be too bad can it ? appear at your rock-hard cock. Would you like to fuck me ? Right now ?"

He stared at her with lust."Let me go, and I will give you the outflank turnkey of your life."

She chuckled, almost menacing."You see, that's exactly what I don't want. Your cock is getting nowhere near a cunt tonight. You're going to experience what some might call role-reversal…"

With that she slipped out of the room, leaving him tensely awaiting her return.

She came back a few transactions later. Straight away, he felt the spatula, the tingling feeling that was inexplicably pleasurable, and the stand-in of her nerveless hand tracing the redness. She then brought her fingers to his bunghole, and began stretching it apart with infinite fragility. She used her indicator finger to part exploring the hole, pushing it in slightly, waiting for it to relax, to align to the invasion. She pushed it in deeper, making small circles. This made him grunt a little. He'd never had anything up there, and felt slightly uncomfortable. Reluctantly, however, he began to surrender to the pleasance of the finger pushing gently in and out of his arse, the intuitive feeling of being prober and filled. He began to sway back and forth with the motion, wanting to find the finger's breadth further inside him, starting to envisage what it would be like to feel more. Perhaps even a pecker. He banished that cerebration quickly.

Without word of advice, he felt a cold hardness pressing against his arse. He jumped forward in surprisal, and craned his cervix to see what had happened The spatula crashed across his tail end, making him photograph his head forward again with a flimsy grimace. Christina got off the bed and paced towards the presence. He stared in slight horror. She had a 7-inch dildo strapped to her. It was thicker that most peter he'd seen, and seemed to pulse with a lifetime of its own. Christina stared at him, reveling in his reaction. She nodded slowly.

"Tonight, I'm going to be the one doing the shtup. I'm going to tug this putz deep into your arse. I'm going to get you twist and outcry for more. I'm going to sleep with you till you come with a dildo in your hind end, and there won't be a pussy anywhere near you. You're going to beg me to stop over ; you're going to beg me to go harder. Are you gear up ?"

He just stared at the dildo, imagining it inside him. Imagining what it was going to feel like to be fucked from behind. By a cleaning lady. By one who he'd so masterfully dominated just a day or so ago. And surprisingly, he felt incredibly horny. He wanted to feel it. He wanted to be helpless. So he grinned, and boldly replied, ‘ Do your worst…'

Christina nodded in satisfaction and returned to her position. She slid a lube-covered finger into his hole - much more easily this time - and began to push deeper and deeper. He moaned in pleasure. The 2d finger had to be worked in more slowly : his arse was loth to let her in. He felt a concoction of uncomfortableness and incredible pleasance - the feeling of being stretched open. Then the coldness of the dildo. He panicked slightly as he felt the unsufferable heaviness of the tip. There was no way it would fit. It would tear him apart.

Christina reassuringly stroked his back before beginning to berth herself at the entrance of his stern. She continued to finger him, whilst gently pushing the rooster in. He moaned a little as he started to let her in, taking her short by little. Each centimetre made him feel like he might not be able to engage any more, but Christina seemed to be coaxing his physical structure, which responded to her placate pressure.

Christina felt incredibly powerful as she knelt behind him, watching his consistency tense and tingle as she entered him. She held his rosehip firmly as she continued to agitate in, deeper and deeper. Finally, she was in. She held herself still for a instant, letting him adjust to the size of it of the dildo. Then she turned on the vibrator nestled against her clitoris. He nearly squealed with seismic disturbance, and she had to hold him tightly to her to stop him from slipping away.

She began to thrust, gently at first, listening to his moan and watching him clawing the sheets in ecstasy. She could finger her juice running down her legs as she started to pick up the pace, every stab pushing the vibrator onto her clit as the cock went deep into his arse. He felt an incredible imperativeness mounting up deep inside his organic structure, which he could only think was his prostate secretory organ getting rubbed and stimulated. He wondered if this was how a woman's orgasm felt, and began to reckon himself as one.

Christina dug her nails into his hips."I bet like you feel like the dirty slut you are, don't you ?"she whispered, seemingly reading his thoughts."Are you enjoying my cock deep in your butt ?"

He could only let out a groan in answer. She slapped him across the hind end and thrust harder."answer me ! Tell me how you feel."

"I feel… like I'm a gamey little…"

"Yes ?"

"A gamey little… prostitute. I want you to punish me."He felt extremely excited as he uttered these quarrel, relishing the prospect of what was coming. His hammer seemed to be getting harder with every thrusting, if that was possible.

She didn't disappoint him. She drove into him gruelling and fast, scratching his backrest as she fucked his tush. She then reached between his peg and grabbed his chunk, massaging them whilst continuing to thrust as deep as possible. His groaning became louder and louder as the pressure inside him built up. He was desperate to have his cock stroked, but could tell that he may well total without that. He clenched his teeth as she plunged into him over and over again, stretching his tooshie muscle, sending tingling shocks deep into him. She felt him tensing as his orgasm built up, and decided to contribute him what he wanted. She grabbed his rock-hard dick and began to slide her bridge player quickly up and down the shaft. His moan filled the room as he neared his coming, and he began to bear on back to meet Christina's thrusts. Finally, he let out a croaky sound as he came, his cum jetting out across the bed as his body jerked and shuddered in the most vivid climax of his life.

He collapsed onto his chest, absolutely exhausted. Christina laughed softly before grasping the collar around his neck and pulling him back to his hand.

"I have to finish myself off you know. Role-reversal."

She kept a tight grip on the collar, making him struggle a petty to breathe as she continued to fuck him. She found the idea of this incredibly arousing and was close anyway : she had almost come while watching the orgasm extort his body, She started to grind her hip against his arse, increasing the delicious touch of friction against her and the vibrator, feeling herself close to the sharpness. As the sexual climax began to explode through her body, she kept thrusting, mindful that he was simply taking it because he had to, because she wanted it. Her orgasm lasted for ages, making her tremble as she clutched her man, before finally collapsing on top of him.

Gently she pulled the dildo out of him, and surveyed his prostrate torso, in mental rejection at what she'd just done. He looked at her slightly sheepishly, before muttering,"That…was…awesome. ”