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  Almost as if he had sensed her thought, Michael started leaning forward, pushing himself even farther into her mouth, and also giving him the opportunity to start lightly drawing his fingers over her ass and the tops of her thighs. Every part of her was quivering, and her mouth opened even wider as she moaned around his dick - causing him to shudder a little too as the vibrations sent pleasant sensations up and down his member. He pushed a little harder in and out of her mouth, a little more roughly, and began treating her bottom more roughly too. Fingers pinched at her ass, and dug in between her cheeks, leaving red imprints in their wake. Her ass was moving to the rhythm of his thrusts, wishing that he would pay attention to her aching pussy. Now that the thong was being pulled away from her body she could feel her juices starting to leak down her thighs, and the shame that she felt at being turned on in such a situation just served to turn her on even more.

  She wondered at the sight she made. A sweet, charming 24 year old, dressed up in slutty business clothes, and now tied over a desk with her skirt around her waist, her boss' huge black dick in her perfectly lip-sticked mouth, hair escaped from any semblance of order and his large hands digging into her ass. Then all thinking ceased, because a finger was starting to trace up and down inside her thong along her pussy lips. The gyrations of her ass became more rapid, as she tried desperately to get him to press harder, to go inside her. Then, his fingers now wet with her juices, he moved a couple of them up to her asshole as his other hand pulled harder on her ass cheeks. She froze. The one time she had let a boyfriend go anywhere near her ass she had freaked out before he'd even managed to get all of his finger inside it. It was uncomfortable, painful, and dirty. Trying it had been a concession for his birthday, and one that had not worked out. Now there was no way to stop it.

  The fingers played around the outside of her ass hole, and she prayed that Michael wouldn't take it any farther. Suddenly, all her concentration was taken up by the very rough thrusts of his dick into her mouth, very rapid and very deep. Then two of his fingers quickly plunged into her pussy, and another into her ass causing her to scream around his dick, at the same time he thrust his body forward and held it. Cum spurted out of the tip, straight down her throat - there was no choice, she had to swallow as spurt after spurt gushed out.

  Finally, it was over, he withdrew his fingers from her ass and pussy, straightened up and looked down at her. Like a good slut, her mouth still held his dick. He stroked the wayward tendrils that had come out of her hair off back of her face, almost tenderly, and pulled his dick from her mouth. A small mew escaped her when it left, then she immediately fell silent again, just looking at him. Waiting for the next move.

  Michael pulled his chair back up to the desk, his fly still open with his dick resting gently on his balls, and sat with his hands steepled in front of him.

  "Well. I believe that is what you wanted?" He smiled at her. Silence as heat rose in her face, rather than replying she just stared at him until he started chuckling again

  Another moment and she broke,

  "Please." A whisper. Raised eyebrows were all the answer she got, so she cleared her sore and battered throat, "Please… I need to come.”

  All pride was gone with that plea. But she needed to cum. Through everything, even now, her pussy was wet, and it was aching now with the need to cum. Since she couldn't reach it, she had to ask. To beg. And she would beg more if need be. Her thong was soaked, her mouth and throat sore, squashed breasts with hard nipples pushing into his desk, and the taste of him on her tongue. She had never needed to cum so badly in her life, so she almost cried when he started chuckling again and shook his head.

  "No, no dear. Not yet. Not today. Not from me at least." That awful grin. She could learn to despise that grin. "You'll go home, take the afternoon off. Make sure you're on time tomorrow though." Another look over her immobilized body, "Wear something like this again."

  He stood up and untied her, and as she attempted to straighten herself out he was already back at his desk and working. A few moments standing in front of the desk, staring at him, and she finally turned to go. Just before she closed the door she looked back. He wasn't looking at her so she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

  Standing on unsteady legs she looked at her desk, which held no appeal to her. Would she come back tomorrow? Would it mean that she was crazy if she did? Her hand drifted up to her breast, rubbing the achingly hard nipple. Then she hunched her shoulders, looking around wildly but of course no one was there. Rushing to her desk she grabbed her purse and left the office.

  When she got home she masturbated to orgasm. Four times in a row. That night she had to masturbate once more before she could get to sleep… but it didn't stop the need between her legs. Just abated it a bit, but without any of the raw excitement and total fulfillment that she desperately desired.

  Chapter 2

  Surprisingly, to Diane at least, the rest of the week at work went on pretty much as usual. The new outfits she had purchased were the only ones she wore, Juan checked her out every day that she was there, and for the most part Michael ignored her.

  The first day it made her almost angry and by lunchtime she had a permanent scowl. Michael asked her into his office and her heart lifted, but when all he did was ask her if she wanted Chinese for lunch, her mood plummeted again. That afternoon, as she was at the copier, he came up behind her and put one hand on the center of her back, holding her in place as he delivered five sharp swats to her ass. Diane cried out, her hips thrusting back with need… even the punishment felt good to her overeager body.

  “No more pouting,” he said sternly in her ear, his hand caressing her ass. She moaned, pushing back for more, but he left her standing there on shaky legs. But she didn’t pout again after that, because she knew that even if he seemed like he was ignoring her, he wasn’t.

  The entire week was like that. A couple more times he came up behind her while she was at the copy machine and pushed his groin into her ass, letting her rub back against the hard bulge that was there before he was gone again. Once he had called her into his office and just sat there looking at her for a few minutes before dismissing her again (by the time he had let her go she was bright red and desperately wondering what was going to happen). Another time he stood behind her as she typed an email, his hands on her shoulders. Before he left he brushed one of her breasts with his palm and her nipple hardened immediately, leaving her gasping with need.

  But for her aching pussy, there was nothing. The biggest difference was that she spent every night masturbating before going to bed, and her level of sexual tension was the highest it had ever been. A few times she'd even gone into the restroom during her lunch break to get off because she couldn't wait till she got home. None of her orgasms gave her the relief she was looking for though. Although adept at getting herself off, her own orgasms were almost never as good as they were with a partner - and compared to the high level of pleasure that would have been possible that day on the desk, she was feeling woefully inadequate. The mere presence of Michael in the room with her got her wet, she was always glad when he was safely immured in his office when the door was closed. More work got done.

  The next week she was starting to feel like maybe her performance the week before had been disappointing for him and that she would never find her satisfaction. Little known to her, Michael was quite enjoying the torment he was putting her through. He'd always had security cameras all over the office, and watching Diane rub her legs together under her skirts until she got desperate enough to go to the bathroom to relieve her tension was enticing, her actual performances in the bathroom were entrancing, and he wasn't ready to give in to her need yet. Soon though, very soon. Still, no reason to totally deny himself while dancing her on a string.

  Diane was anxious when she was called into his office yet again that Thursday. Standing in front of his desk while he examined her, she wondered if it was going to be a repeat of last time where she would be dismissed wi
thout either of them saying a word. That would mean another trip to the bathroom for her, who knew what it meant for him. Finally, he snapped his fingers and gestured to a spot next to his chair. Immediately, she moved. Once in position he examined her again, agonizingly slow. Just being this close to him was causing her pussy to start leaking, and there were images of last week flashing through her mind.

  "Take off your jacket."

  That incredibly sexy deep voice breaking the silence. Fingers flashed to the buttons, undoing them and shedding the offensive article of clothing. Standing only in a sheer white blouse with her red bra clearly visible through it, she could feel her nipples hardening as his gaze raked her chest. Bright white teeth... such a beautiful smile she thought.

  "The shirt."

  Shivers, slight hesitation... last week had been easier when he'd done everything for her. But if this was what she had to do to get her orgasm, she would do it. Strip, beg, plead, anything he wanted, if he'd only fill her pussy with the beautiful dick that had filled her mouth and throat. Trembling with anticipation she removed the shirt. Hard nipples were clearly poking out from her breasts, begging for attention... he reached up his hand and gently rubbed each, causing them to stand out even further while Diane arched her chest forward and panted for breath.

  "The bra."

  And it was gone. Proud 34D's, perky even without their support, topped with puckered cherry nipples were revealed. Now Michael reached up both his hands, sliding them up her slim waist and curving to cup the undersides of her breasts. Breathe was coming raggedly as he roughly crushed them in his palms. Minutes were spent rolling the heavy globes between his hands, stroking light circles inward but never quite touching her nipples. He palmed her nipples, pushing harshly onto her whole breasts, and squeezing hard, mashing them together.

  Diane was in heat, her legs wobbling as he mauled at her chest, the delicious pain coursing straight to her pussy and she was sure that she was soaking her thong. Finally he grabbed her breasts in each hand and pulled her forward and down until she was straddling her lap. Then, eyes level with hers and staring deeply into them, he crushed each delicate nub of a nipple between his fingertips. A wordless cry, moaning, back arched towards the ceiling, the pain felt soooo good after the length of teasing. He pulled harshly on them, causing more moans, more pain, more pleasure. Parted legs over his lap, the spread causing her pussy lips to gape around her thong and her breasts were turning pink with the rough treatment they were receiving. Glazed eyes stared into deep brown ones as short breaths caused Diane's tortured breasts to heave.

  Finally her gaze turned downward, to the hands that were playing with her body... the sight was astounding. His very large hands covered her breasts completely, and the color contrast between her slightly tanned skin and his dark black skin was so striking that she couldn't look away. Watching his strong fingers crush the tender buds she was amazed at how malleable her breasts were, how much they could be crushed. And how much pleasure it sent through her body. She could also see the bulge straining underneath his pants, and she could feel both her mouth and her pussy getting wetter at the sight.

  Then his fingers closed roughly on her nipples again, causing her to gasp, and using her nipples he pulled her down off his lap until she was kneeling in front of him.

  "Unzip me".

  She hesitated, wanting to ask him if she was going to suck him off again or if he was going to finally give her what she needed too. The sudden harsh slap to her right breast stopped the question before it could form and small hands unzipped his pants and pulled out the very hard and very heavy cock, it fairly leaped out of the constriction of his pants. Wrapping both hands around the shaft, and she was about to lower her head when he said "Stop."

  Startled she pulled back, and watched as he opened a drawer to the left of her head and pulled out a very familiar piece of rope. Smiling, he pulled her forward so that her head was resting on his thigh, breath warmly sliding over his dick, and he tied her hands together then to her arms in the same configuration as the week before. Leaning back in his chair he looked down at the sweet and beautiful face next to his dick before giving his next command.

  "Suck."

  The command was almost unnecessary, she was so eager to have some part of him inside any part of her. Her lips slid tightly over the head, tongue licking and probing the small slit at its tip. A long deep sigh escaped him as her mouth continued it's slow voyage down the shaft, velvety soft confines for such a hard tool. Although she tried to get her mouth all the way down, like she had the week before, on her own it seemed impossible; so instead she just began working her mouth up and down as much of his dick as she could. The going got easier the longer she was doing it, hampered though she was by her bound hands, it made it hotter for her - and the view was spectacular for him. Her brunette head was bobbing eagerly, red lips sliding pleasantly over his dick, and with her hands behind her back her pinkened breasts with their angry red nipples were thrust forward and rubbing against his legs and chair. Unable to resist the temptation he reached down and started mauling her breasts again as she enthusiastically suckled him.

  With something almost like amusement he started using her breasts and nipples as leverage to make her move as slowly or as quickly as he liked, and he started pulling her farther and farther towards him, forcing her to choose between choking down more of his dick or feeling steadily increasing pain in her breasts. Glancing at his clock he realized it was almost time for him to get back to work, although he had allotted himself a certain amount of time to enjoy her today he couldn't let himself fall behind on work either; so he reached up to her hair and undid it from the elegant knot in the back of her hands. Then, winding his large hands through her curls, he began forcing her mouth further and further onto his dick, until she was consistently taking its entire length down her throat again with his help.

  He could feel the cum starting to rise, and his hands tightened on the back of her head, driving her mouth home as he thrust his groin up. Her throat convulsed around the head of his dick as she swallowed the spurting cum. In this position it felt like his dick was even farther down her throat then when she had been bent over the desk, he could feel all her throat muscles pulsing around his dick as he released his load. Heavenly. He smiled down at the beautiful and eager little cocksucker who was still sucking and softly licking despite the fact that the dick in her mouth was slowly diminishing in size. Although when she had first began working for him he had wondered if she might be the type to enjoy his style of sex, he hadn't expected her to turn out to be such a wonderfully responsive and eager natural submissive. Fingers slipped down to pinch each of her nipples hard, and then used them to tug her off his dick.

  Even though she looked up at him, pleadingly, on her knees in her begging position, she didn't even bother to ask the question that she had last week. It was as though she already knew that asking wouldn't make any difference, everything was up to him now. He smiled. Soon, although he wasn’t going to tell her that. When her arms were untied he smiled at her again.

  "Under the desk little girl. No playing with yourself while you’re down there keep your hands on my legs." She sighed and moved under, not even questioning his command, resigned to another night of masturbating before going to sleep. When he moved his chair up to his desk she immediately took his dick in her mouth, her hands cupping his balls and stroking his thighs. Twice more that afternoon she sucked him to completion, a few times he reached under to play with her breasts some more, although not as harshly as he had earlier.

  At the end of the day he pulled her out from the desk. Her knees were sore and she felt a little nauseous, she'd never swallowed so much cum in such a short period of time, but part of her was very content. Michael straddled her across his lap, her creamy thighs parted over his wide legs, his hands gentle on her breasts. Diane thought she might come just from his touch, when he leaned forward and sucked on pert nipple into his mouth, his hands caressing her breasts as he suckled
and nipped, she could feel the pleasure rising in her belly. His lips moved to her other nipple and she moved her hips, wanting to ride him, to rub herself against him, but his hands kept her firmly away even while he played with her breasts.

  Diane let her head fall back, just enjoying the sensation of his mouth on her tormented nipples, his hands brushing soft strokes over her sensitive mounds. The taste of him was in her mouth.

  When he slipped one finger between her legs she almost shouted with triumph, but he just dipped his finger in her wet juices and then pulled it away. Tears sparked in her eyes, she needed to cum so badly.

  As she moaned he put his juice covered finger in her mouth, the sweet musky taste of her body mingling with the flavor of his cum. She sucked his finger desperately, not even caring that he was forcing her to taste herself. Anything he wanted, if he would just put his finger back down there. Or let her hump his leg. Whatever he wanted.

  “This is what it will taste like when you clean me off with your mouth after I take you.”

  Oh god… his words… the taste… it was so hot she thought she might cum just from that. The whole afternoon had been one big tease.

  But then he took his finger from her mouth and put his hands on her hips, lifting her off of his lap.

  “Get dressed and go home for the day,” he told her.

  Diane did as he commanded, but she made a quick trip to the bathroom first, shoving her fingers hard into her sopping pussy, rolling the flavors of their combined sex around her mouth and obsessed with the promise in his words. She came almost immediately.

  That night when she masturbated she turned her own breasts pinker than he had. She fell asleep slightly more satisfied than she had the night before.