Christina sat in the meeting, her nous teetering on the edge of attention. As was common when she was distracted, she played with the top of her stockings, running her finger along the balmy cloth under her skirt, gently tickling her intimate thigh. It wasn't particularly sexual ; it was simply an absent-minded action that felt rather pleasant. She began to palpate that she was being watched, and looked up sharply. Her gaze was met by one of the most dun men she'd ever known : he was intelligent and astute, confident and articulate, and yet… he seemed unable to convey her seriously : he dismissed her proposals and would simply attend at her when she talked, or even when she was on the other side of the office. She felt the familiar feeling of annoyance building up inside her, and looked away. Even that felt like losing some battle she hadn't been cognisant she was fighting. She continued to feel his oculus on her, though this clip, she felt there was an ingredient of satisfaction and victory on his part. She gritted her teeth.

A few years later, Christina was groping her way through another post-deal solemnization. The atmosphere was self-congratulatory, yet relaxed, and people began to let down their safety device. Christina was at the bar when she felt a manus residuum itself lightly on her shoulder. Surprised at what felt like unprofessional behavior, she turned with a slight feeling of excitement. Her case reddened as she saw that it was no other than the man who made her cringe with annoyance. He simply looked at her with entertainment.

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

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

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

Despite herself, Christina started to feel 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 scorn. It seems as though it's some unusual biz or…or voodoo that you're trying to involve me in, expressly without my consent."

She instantly regretted saying ‘ fetich': the smile grew a petty, and he leaned slowly in towards her.

"I'm not playing a game at all. Why does my opinion and response 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 account me ? Or ignore me ? Why let me cover to fret at you, to obtrude upon your thoughts ? Why keep looking at me, tracking what I'm doing, or looking at ? Why constantly ask for my opinion ?"His grinning softened again, and he dropped his voice, putting his fountainhead close to her ear.

"I want you to follow me in five bit. You'll find me at the elevators,"he breathed slowly, his Christian Bible unfurling themselves and tickling her ear, leaving her the al-Qaeda of her spine tingling.

"How…how do you know I'll come ?"she stuttered, inwardly cursing the precariousness in her vox, 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, unable to hold herself. He looked at her for a moment, till she once again dropped her eyes, 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-bodied to respond with a cutting remark, how she didn't laugh derisively when he essentially told her she wanted him. She felt slightly incapacitated, and worse, she knew that she was going to go. She stood up.

As she approached the elevator, nervous and slightly ashamed, she couldn't see him. Christina was about to turn back, when harsh hands turned her and pushed her against the rampart, squeezing her blazonry firmly. His consistence pinned her, his pectus against her ache nipples, and he brought his mouth close to hers. She expected - and wanted - an aggressive candy kiss and leaned towards him, her lips seeking his. Nothing. She opened her oculus to see him looking at her, that annoying look of amusement playing all over his face. Christina again flushed with embarrassment and tried to get away from his grip. He shook his head slightly and she stilled. He nodded approvingly, quietly muttering,"good ”.

He abruptly turned and pulled her down the corridor and into an office. Again he teased her, leaning in to buss her before stopping, making her wishing to yell 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 tool pushed into her back. She tried to whirl around, but he tightened his grip. With his free hand, he began to stroke her tit through her top, slowly, agonizingly, making Christina let out a hush moan. He then pushed her hairsbreadth from her neck, and bit her gruelling, forcing her to yelp in reply. Still he wouldn't let her go. He kept stroking her slowly, whilst sucking and biting her cervix 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 belt. He pushed her hands away and began to push up her skirt, sliding his hands along the stockings, pausing as he reached the peak, and felt her bare skin under his digit. She shuddered as he caressed her inner thighs, slowly circling his way towards her pussy. She opened her legs wider, inviting him, begging him to play with her. His fingers traced the line of her gallus, coming agonizingly close. She resisted the urge to grab his fingers and push them inside her. She tried to grab the cock that was straining in the trousers in front of her, but again he pushed her away. He was entirely in control.

Finally, he began to slither his fingers under the silk of her scanty. She could experience how wet she was, how the stuff clung to her when his finger started to respect it away. She was desperate for him to enter her, and shifted towards him. He simply began lightly flicking her button, each contact sending a pocket-sized shock down her spine. He watched her face intently as he did this, enjoying the twitch every clip he touched her. He started rubbing her gently, and she responded by arching herself towards him, whilst her juice seemed to flow even more. It was all he could do to withstand fucking her right field then. He toyed with the opening to her puss, teasingly promising to advertize 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 same time kissing her deeply. The intense satisfaction she felt seemed to drain her of vim : she fell back onto the table, groaning in pleasure. Already she felt close to an orgasm.

He continued to slowly fuck her with his fingers, feeling her squirm on his paw, as he bent down and, with the lite of ghost, circled her clitoris with his clapper. She moaned in desire, pushing her hips towards him, but he continued to keep his space, teasing her, refusing to fill 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 frustrating way for what felt like forever, so that Christina was pleading with him to avail her. He pulled his fingers out of her, and held them to her lips. Without thinking, she took them into her mouth and sucked hard on them, tasting herself. He stood up and unbuckled his trouser, still with his fingers filling her mouth. She stared at his erection, wanting it desperately. He pulled her lip towards it and she moved willingly, taking as much of him inside her sass as possible, wrapping her lips tightly over his shaft. He grabbed her pass and controlled her motion, not allowing her even to afford him a blowjob like she wanted. She surrendered to his control, trying not to choke as he pushed his prick as far into his mouth as potential, holding it at the back of her sass before slowly withdrawing.

He was groaning in joy, not even watching as he used her mouth to pleasure himself. Suddenly he stopped, pulled her back onto the desk, and quickly and aggressively plunged oceanic abyss inside her. She nearly screamed in surprise and atonement, as he filled her completely. He stopped. Feeling her pussy tight around his rooster, feeling her try to align to his size.

He began to slide in and out agonizingly slowly, making Christina squirm in desire. He looked down at her breasts, and without warning ripped her shirt open. He pulled her bra down and kneaded her breasts, flicking and pinching the erect nipples. He then began to move faster, watching Christina's breast bouncing up and down with every stroke. He was absorbed in the pleasure, not even mindful of Christina's feelings at this point, though her moan of XTC were filling his ears.

He continued to fuck her fast, holding her thigh to control he penetrated as cryptic as potential. He eventually turned his attention back to the woman bucking and clenching herself beneath him, and began playing with her clitoris, softly at offset, getting faster and strong. It had an wink outcome : she began to agitate and savvy him tightly with her legs, pulling him into her. He watched her face as she got closer and closer, and as she seemed on the brink, he stopped completely.

Her oculus snapped overt in anger. In response, he withdrew and easily flipped her over.

"I want you to come while I'm fucking you doggy dash over the desk. While I'm holding your pelvic arch and driving into you, pulling your head back with your hair, and you're screaming and writhing."With that, he entered her again, causing the like reaction as the starting time meter. He reached around and resumed fingering her, whilst whispering dirty words in her ear and driving into her. Christina gripped the desk, feeling her breast rubbing on the cold surface, sending shivers down her organic structure. Her sexual climax came suddenly and in waves of joy. She felt her pussy catching and clenching, holding his cock inside her, as it hit her. As she finished, he entwined his paw in her hair ; the other gripped her hip. Pulling her fountainhead back, he continued fucking her mercilessly, his putz seeming to swell as her orgasm pulsed through her. His clod tightened and he became more pressing, feeling his cum about to explode out of him. He stared at his putz pumping in and out of this incredible woman's tight pussy, and the stack tipped him over the edge. With a groan he came inside her, her twat milking his cock of his punk. He stood still, panting, waiting for the climax to sink. He slid out of her, tracing a argument down her back with his finger's breadth.

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

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




Christina was again in a meeting, stroking her thighs. This time, however, she was deeply focused on last nighttime'encounter, and she was getting more and more move around on at simply recalling his thrusting, his laterality, the joy. She darted a glance in his direction, only to receive 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 right the balance. She needed to. She wanted the chance to feel like he must have felt lastly night.

*

Everything was ready. He was coming in a few proceedings. She smiled secretively to herself, already excited by the hope of the dark ahead. The buzzer rang. As she opened the threshold, she allowed her dressing gown to slither off her shoulders, revealing her black corset, which pushed her breasts firmly into sight, showing off the deep line of her cleavage. He didn't even look at her face, but immediately reached out to take her in his arms. She danced playfully out of his way.


"Tonight, it's my good turn to adopt control,"she murmured. He continued to stare at her body, raking his eye over her figure. He nodded silently.

"I like to represent a little more aggressively. With a bit of aid from some airplane propeller. You don't have any dissent do you ?"Again, a mute answer. She could already see his cock bulging in his trousers.


She ushered him straight towards the bedroom. As he entered the door, he felt a tightening around his cervix. Startled, he reached up to feel that a collar had been slipped around him. He glanced at Christina, slightly anxious.

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

She led him to the bed. Tying the lead around the runway at the top of the bed, she encouraged him to climb up. He did so, feeling apprehensive but incredibly excited. Almost before he was mindful 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 hands 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 desperate to try for a while, but never quite had the courage."

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

"Less noise will be adept for you."She stalked around him, allowing him to see the black heels, the corset, the severe grin. She scraped her nails along his binding, enjoying the goose skin and shivering it created on him. She could literally do anything to this impregnable and dominant allele man. Anything. And proficient of all, he would delight it.

She grabbed a moth-eaten methamphetamine hydrochloride of water and, without warning, put his hammer in it. Again, he attempted to jump but was restrained by the adhesiveness. She smirked, and punished him with the spatula.

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

He stared at her with lustfulness."Let me go, and I will give you the dear prison guard of your life."

She chuckled, almost menacing."You see, that's exactly what I don't want. Your cock is getting nowhere near a pussy 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 minute later. Straight away, he felt the spatula, the tingling feeling that was inexplicably pleasurable, and the relief of her nerveless hands tracing the redness. She then brought her finger to his fundament, and began stretching it apart with infinite delicacy. She used her power finger to set about exploring the trap, pushing it in slightly, waiting for it to relax, to adjust to the encroachment. She pushed it in deeper, making small circles. This made him grunt a petty. He'd never had anything up there, and felt slightly uncomfortable. Reluctantly, however, he began to surrender to the pleasure of the finger pushing gently in and out of his arse, the feeling of being prober and filled. He began to rock back and forth with the gesture, wanting to feel the finger's breadth further inside him, starting to imagine what it would be like to find more. Perhaps even a cock. He banished that thought quickly.

Without warning, he felt a cold hardness pressing against his arse. He jumped forward in surprise, and craned his neck to see what had happened The spatula crashed across his backside, making him snap his read/write head forward again with a slight face. Christina got off the bed and paced towards the strawman. He stared in little horror. She had a 7-inch dildo strapped to her. It was thicker that most cocks he'd seen, and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Christina stared at him, reveling in his reaction. She nodded slowly.

"Tonight, I'm going to be the one doing the shag. I'm going to promote this cock deep into your arse. I'm going to make you squirm and vociferation for more. I'm going to fuck you till you come with a dildo in your bottom, and there won't be a pussycat anywhere near you. You're going to beg me to cease ; you're going to beg me to go harder. Are you prepare ?"

He just stared at the dildo, imagining it inside him. Imagining what it was going to finger like to be fucked from behind. By a woman. By one who he'd so masterfully dominated just a day or so ago. And surprisingly, he felt incredibly horny. He wanted to experience 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 advertize deeper and deeply. He moaned in pleasure. The second finger had to be worked in more slowly : his rear was loth to let her in. He felt a mixture of discomfort and incredible pleasure - the feeling of being stretched open. Then the coldness of the dildo. He panicked slightly as he felt the impossible thickness of the tip. There was no way it would fit. It would tear him apart.

Christina reassuringly stroked his cover before beginning to position herself at the entrance of his buns. She continued to finger him, whilst gently pushing the cock in. He moaned a trivial as he started to let her in, taking her fiddling by fiddling. Each centimeter made him find like he might not be able to take on any more, but Christina seemed to be coaxing his consistency, which responded to her soft pressure.

Christina felt incredibly powerful as she knelt behind him, watching his body tense and quiver as she entered him. She held his rose hip firmly as she continued to force in, deeper and deeper. Finally, she was in. She held herself still for a minute, letting him adjust to the size of the dildo. Then she turned on the vibrator nestled against her clitoris. He nearly squealed with stupor, and she had to carry him tightly to her to kibosh him from slipping away.

She began to thrust, gently at first, listening to his moans and watching him clawing the sheets in ecstasy. She could feel her juices running down her legs as she started to beak up the pace, every thrust pushing the vibrator onto her clit as the turncock went deep into his arse. He felt an incredible insistency mounting up deep inside his torso, which he could only think was his prostate gland getting rubbed and stimulated. He wondered if this was how a woman's climax felt, and began to imagine 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 stopcock trench in your bunghole ?"

He could only let out a moan in answer. She slapped him across the arse and poking harder."reply me ! recount me how you feel."

"I feel… like I'm a risque little…"

"Yes ?"

"A naughty little… sporting lady. I want you to penalise me."He felt extremely excited as he uttered these actor's line, relishing the prognosis of what was coming. His putz seemed to be getting harder with every poke, if that was possible.

She didn't disappoint him. She drove into him hard and fast, scratching his cover as she fucked his can. She then reached between his legs and grabbed his testicle, massaging them whilst continuing to hurtle as abstruse 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 derive without that. He clenched his tooth as she plunged into him over and over again, stretching his arse heftiness, sending tingling seismic disturbance deep into him. She felt him tensing as his sexual climax built up, and decided to render him what he wanted. She grabbed his rock-hard rooster and began to slue her deal quickly up and down the shaft. His moans filled the room as he neared his sexual climax, and he began to advertize back to match Christina's thrusts. Finally, he let out a guttural sound as he came, his cum jetting out across the bed as his body jerked and shuddered in the most acute orgasm 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 hired man.

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

She kept a tight grip on the collar, making him struggle a small to respire as she continued to have sex him. She found the idea of this incredibly arousing and was closelipped anyway : she had almost come while watching the orgasm rack his soundbox, She started to comminute her hips against his derriere, increasing the pleasant-tasting feel of detrition against her and the vibrator, feeling herself close to the bound. As the orgasm began to explode through her consistence, she kept thrusting, aware that he was simply taking it because he had to, because she wanted it. Her sexual climax lasted for ages, making her shake as she clutched her man, before finally collapsing on top of him.

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