Appeasing.
01:03 Jan 02 2007
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“Show time” she said softly to herself, stepping up to the secretary’s desk. “Hello. How may I help you?” “I am here to see Mr. Jackson.” “You name?” She gave the fake name, and waited. “I am sorry, madam, but you are over an hour early. You will have to wait.”
Remembering the fantasy the man in the office had paid for, she took control. “Please inform Mr. Jackson that he sees me now, or never.” She waited as the older woman used the phone, heard the anger from the man behind the door, and asked to step into the office. Smiling, she had the highly respected lawyer were she wanted him. She talked to the woman for a few minutes, then stepped into the office.
She enters the office to find him on the phone, telling who ever was on the line that he would have to move the appointment back a few hours. Looking around the room, seeing a living room, table and chair set, as well as a bar shared his workspace. She understood he had no life outside of work, reason she was here, and why he asked for the fantasy. She moved over to the small table set, and as he watched her with a glare of displeasure, she untied the belt of the wrap around style dress and let it fall off her body . She stood wearing only the 4-inch black leather thigh high boots.
He stopped talking…his eyes moving over her pale body, her long black hair, eyes of green. She stood proud as his eyes travel her body…knowing her breast were full, her waist slim, and legs tight from her workouts. Her body was how she made her living, keeping it in shape was necessary, would not be able to do this any other way. She knew she looked good, worked everyday to stay that way, so she would admit, she enjoyed the look on the man’s face.
“Get off the phone.” She orders in a sharp voice. He blinked, paused for a second, speaks again into the phone. An emergency had come up, he told the person on the other end. Smiling, pulling at the top of the thigh high boot, she thought to herself ‘something’ would be coming up, if she had anything to say about it. She waited and he hung up the phone a minute later. “You are early.” He snapped. She snapped back, standing there in nothing but those boots. “Come here. Now.”
While he stands, moving around his desk, she recalls his questionnaire. He wanted a woman for pleasure, but she knew what he really wanted. He wanted someone to take control. He removed his glasses, standing, looking at her. His eyes told her she was not what he expected. She waited to see what he would do with the naked woman in his office. He steps forward, walking to her, his dress shirt open, the tie loosen at the neck, dress slacks and shoes all glossy.
He looks at her breast as he walks closer, and she does not mind, both knew why she was here. She pulls out a chair from the table and places it in front of her. “Sit” He smiled, doing as she asked. Once he could not see her face, she let her own smile slip into place. Man had a sexy smile, and a wicked energy about him. Like a snake ready to strike, like standing on the edge of a cliff. She felt it before she even touched him. No wonder he was well known for his attitude in court.
Knowing she would need a few minutes to prep, she leaned close into him and spoke into his ear. “We are going to play- but only by my rules. Do you understand?” Asking him to give her control, let her have what he valued the most. She brings her breast into his shoulders as she waited for an answer, not afraid to use her strengths to achieve what she wanted. She turned her head, giving a sharp bite to the lobe.
She felt the answer before he spoke, his body relaxing, waves of energy rolling off him. “Yes.” She smiled, taking in as much energy she wanted, reflecting the rest. Moving her hand to the center of his chest just below the knot of his tie, she moved her hand down, scratching him with her long nails thru the cloth. He released a soft hiss, and she moved her other hand to the back of his neck. Whispering in his ear, hot breath caressing, she asked him “Do you want to fuck me?” Hand travels downward between his legs, stroking him, the nails on the back of his neck scratches. He arched his back, and his hands clamp onto her arm.
For some reason - this frighten her. This man…there was something about him. She would have to keep control of him. “Take your hands off me.” He turns his face, and she moved her hand from his neck, to grab a hand full of his short hair. Yanking it hard enough to pull his head back, she looks down into his dark eyes, telling him again. “Take you hands off me.” Her voice was deeper, the energy he was giving off more of a basic instinct, effecting her own.
He hissed, and she knew then he was more then a human. Wondering how she could have missed it, when he released her arm, she moved her hand away from him. A look came over his eyes… a look of hurt, weakness, fear, and loneliness. She understood. When next she spoke, she was back in control. “Never touch me again. You will never touch me unless I give you permission.” “Yes…mistress.” She believed then she was in no danger, as he understood his role. However, she was not stupid. He had tricked her once, she would never underestimate him again.
“Move your arms to the back of the chair.” He did as order and she had for a second the ideal of binding his wrist together with his tie, but instinct stops her. Her hand still holding his head back, his look told her she had picked right, as he would never be helpless. She understood the difference between helpless and appeasing. She understood it very well.
Moving closer to the chair and his hands touched her boots. “Rub me, I know you want to.” His hands moved between her legs, the heat of his touch warming the rich leather, his eyes were closing as she watched. He took a deep breath in- her scent, the leather, having a woman this close to him. She felt his energy grow as his body reacted to her. Stepping away, letting his hair go, she moved to stand in front of him. Glad to see his arms were staying back behind the chair. She did not want this man to touch her, reasons she could not take the time to understand right now.
“Open your legs wide.” He did and she steps between them, boots rubbing together. Breast just above his lips, she leans forward, running her hands over his shoulders. “Do you wish to taste me?” “Yes Mistress.” She bent a little at the knees and his tongue licked at her right nipple. He moved his wet hot tongue along her breast, moving to the left one. Taking her hands to the back of his neck, she takes hold and orders him “Suck me. I want to feel your teeth.”
He moved his face upward and she felt the wetness of his mouth as he did as she commanded. She glanced down, watching him at her breast. Felt his heat, bites a small pain he eased with his tongue seconds later. She pulled at his hair, guiding him to the other breast. He sucked at her nipple, pulling his head backward, biting the nipple as it pulled out of his mouth. Her body grew hot, and she watched as he sniffed the air.
She felt his legs tighten around her legs, but nothing more. Using her nails, she scratched deep into the skin at his neck. He hisses, jerking back. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking at the blood on the tips, his eyes watching her intently. He liked blood… good to know, she thought, filing it away for later.
Stepping back, she turned, giving him her backside, moving her arms up to lift her hair, showing him her neck, and back as well. She felt his desire, how he fought it, still in control even when she had the upper hand. It was time to push him a little. The scent of blood from his neck only added to his pleasure as she bent her legs, taking her ass into his lap. She moved her hips in a circle, rolling her ass against his hard cock. His hold tightens on the chair seat, wanting to grab her hips and thrust up into her, burying him self-deep into her body.
She moved her upper body to lay her back against his chest. She takes a hand to the back of his neck and wiped at the blood, the wounds stinging. He could only watch as she meared the small amount that her nails drew over her breast, the nipples hard and dark. Closing her eyes, he watched her suck her fingers, taking what blood left on them into her body. She purred, rolling her hips back and forward, pushing down into him. A growl made her eyes open, she stood, moving away from him a few feet, reminded of his power.
He was close. She felt it in his energy, and in his body. “Take your pants down. I want to see what you are going to put into me.” She watched as he unbelted, lifted his hips to unzip and pull his clothing down to bare himself. She waited as he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. “Take the shirt off, but leave the tie.” He did and she had to say he was in great shape. A few scars she found intresting, but knew not to ask. “Legs together.”
She took her time to enjoy the cock that was waiting. The head was rounded, smooth. Veins of blood just under the thin skin, making her want to drink more then just his seed.
She moved her hand between her legs to ready herself. “I will need to be nice and wet for you to fit.” He watched as she pleased herself, standing there in the “fuck me” boots, and blood on her breast. She lifted her head back, her throat bare, as her fingers moved faster in her black curly hair, trimmed just the way he liked. She moved a hand to her breast, pinching the nipple and he felt his cock jerk as she let out a small scream. She smiled, happy, and ready for him to take.
She walks to him, and places her fingers on his lips. “Taste me.” He opens his mouth, licking at her fingers, tasting the creamy hot juices. She removes her fingers, using her own mouth to clean off the rest, licking under her nails. He waits, his cock straining. As she moved her legs to straddle him, she touched his cock, her wet hand on his hot skin. She held him still as she lowered herself onto him, sinking him into her heat. Watched as he closed his eyes, his body tightens. She pushes down onto him, enjoying how he filled her nicely, felling the power of desire.. “Hot” he hisses, and she understands, told more then once she was hot enough to burn. Her ass is cushioned on his thighs, soft hair, balls rubbing her clit.
She places her hands on his shoulders, waits. A minute later, his eyes open and he looks up at her. She lifted her hips slowly until she reached his tip, then rolled her hips as she lowered herself. He grunts. She lifts again and repeats the action, taking her time to let him feel the movements. Feeling his shoulder bunch, she knew his grip on the chair was all he had. She moves a little faster, this time taking her hip forward and backward. He started to pant and she moved her hands into his hair. Moving her body faster and faster, forward with the lift, and backward with the downward stroke, they were close…
The office door opens. She felt him twist his upper body to look, watching as a black woman stepped in, closing the door swiftly behind her. “Who the hell…” “Be quiet. She is with me.” He turns back to the woman he is buried in, the nude woman moved to stand behind her, having left her dress by the door. They kiss, tongues rubbing as his cock felt the woman’s muscles tighten around him. He fought the urge to thrust as he watches the black woman’s hands move over the pale breast of the first one. “What is your desire Mistress?” “I am going to ride him till I cum” “As you wish.” The black woman started to kiss her neck as her hands squeeze her breast.
She started the pace again, this time with a different rhythm. She slowly raises and lowers on him … then one fast movement of the same motion. He notices the count after a few times, his mind latching on to it so he would not cum… nine slow strokes, one hard and fast. Eight slow strokes, two fast. Seven slow… by the time she reached the nine fast strokes, she could not keep count. It was time.
Her nails biting into his shoulders, the black hand pinched the nipple of the blood smeared breast, the other hand moved between the Mistress legs, watching as she worked the Mistress… her screaming out, his cock being coated by her juices. The tightening of her muscles, watching the woman finger her, made his own climax hard and loud, his hips thrusting upward hard. Feeling the energy of his release slam into her, she screamed out again, her body climax yet again. She leans back on the woman as she stroked her breast, her body releasing its hold on his cock.
She stood, and the black woman moved away from her, with a kiss. “Come.” With his tie, she pulled him to his feet. She leads him to an open area on the floor and releases his tie. She turns to him and, reaching between his legs, she begins to stroke his wet cock. “She is going to clean you, getting you ready for me to take again.” He looked over at the black woman, and her eyes went to his cock. “Yes Mistress.”
She smiled, then laid flat on her back. “You are going to clean me. On your knees.” He went to his knees, moving between her legs. She grabs his tie and leads him into her crotch. “Use your lips, tongue and teeth. No hands.” He felt the tie bite into his neck, her legs draping over his shoulders, the smell of the leather mixing with her own sweet scent. He kept his hands on the carpet, not touching her, as she ordered him.
He kissed the inner thigh, seeing how wet she was. As he moved forward, kissing her soft skin, biting a few places, he felt the other woman at his legs. “Lift up so she can slide under you. I want you ready for me again.” He lifted up on his knees, lifting his Mistress hips a little off the floor. He looked downward to see the black woman eager mouth start to lap at him, her tongue rough. A pull of his tie, “I am waiting.” He started to lap at her wet heat, her boot heels biting into his back as she moaned in pleasure, the other woman sucking at his cock.
Copyright: Jan 2007 SKW
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