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His Girl

By: Firegirl



She had been sent to nap but first, finally, with a small delighted grin that most people would not understand, she tore at the button closure to her jeans. Most people were not usually denied what she was about to do. Not teased and toyed with for days. Not kept constantly on the edge.

Tugging the hip hugger jeans down and peeling them off of her legs she kicked them to the side then fell backwards onto her bed in one fluid motion. Not bothering to remove her top or bra, she laid back in a position that was all too familiar after the night before. Legs spread, cool air rushing over hot moist flesh-in a ritual that was so very natural despite that is was only done for the past few days she slid her hands over her breasts, down her stomach and across the insides of her thighs. Fingers drifting inwards toward where she ached most for a touch and in a perverse moment of self denial reverses the direction and enjoys the sensation of the slippery fabric against her skin.

Cupping both breasts she rubs her palms over the hardened beads of her nipples. Her top moves like silk on water over the shiny brassier. Arching into her own hands she plucks and pulls at her nipple through the clothing, teasing them to tightened points. As her breath becomes hurried she strokes her belly again, unable to stop her hands from drifting any longer. Scratching her nails down her sides she feels her nipples react as they always do to such actions. Aching and begging to be rubbed, sucked, and bitten. Not today however. Her bare thighs are silky and smooth. The golden skin warms to her touch, they part without hesitation and the heady scent of her heat rises. Her teeth dig into her full bottom lip, tugging at it as her fingers feather lightly over the outer folds of her pussy. Coming away damp she takes one moment to run her fingertips across her tongue. Her own flavor driving her desire higher.

With a small growl of satisfaction she circles one finger around her wet hardened clit, her hips rising to the touch. Her eyes close as her finger traces the slit, a path made easy by her own slippery juices. Whimpering she begins a motion she knows well, and has been denied. Her middle finger sliding into her sopping slit and her palm rubbing her clit in a circular motion, in her mind’s eye.

He was watching her, his eyes never leaving her body and a small smile that she knew so well playing about his lips. She kept her eyes open, wanting to see if her actions pleased him. Her legs spread wide her fingers slowly working in and out of her pussy. She knew her ass glistened with her heat. As it should after three days of being kept at the height of lust. She slid her finger from her slit and traced the damp outer lips, and then her clit with it. Rocking her hips as the finger ran across the center of her pleasure. She lifts the finger to her lips, his eyes following it, and darts her tongue out to taste. Delicious. Lapping her palm clean then sliding the finger into her mouth, back and forth, sucking it until every trace of her was gone from it. Her entire body rocked from the loss of her hand, and appeasing it she returned to her task.

Panting softly now she squeezed her eyes tight, slipping her finger from her pussy to rub solely at her clit. Two fingers trapping the bud between them and working it. She only stops to dip them into her pussy, soaking them once more before returning.

She was on her knees where she belonged, staring up at him with pure lust in her eyes. That same smile looked down at her and he nodded. Resisting the urge to squeal with delight she undid his pants. Sheer will power kept her from tearing them down his legs. Parting the front she presses her face to his boxers a moment, inhaling the scent of him deeply. Then tugs that waist band down as well, leaving him exposed to her. Running her fingers along his length slowly she is rewarded with the sounds of his pleasure. She takes the time to enjoy the power a woman can wield over a mans body when she seeks his pleasure, then tosses that thought to the side to flick her tongue out over the head of him. The musky taste of man fills her mouth when she grows impatient and wraps her lips around the tip of his cock. Humming with pleasure her tongue laps out to wet his flesh even as her lips slide along it. Sucking her way back up and returning to best what she had done before. Pushing herself to slide all of him past her lips. She had gone as far as she could and was sliding back up once more when his hands tangled themselves in her hair. She nearly came at that sensation, then he pulled her down onto his shaft. Feeling him sliding into her throat she sucked and swallowed as she could. He rocked his hips back, almost to the point of sliding out of her mouth before thrusting forward once more and burying him in her.

Her hips rocked upwards, a shattered cry tearing from her throat. Furiously working her swollen pussy, she thrust her finger inside for a quick fuck. Her panting filled the air while her body tightened.

The desk was cold against her bare hips. She would not have known that if not for her skirt being shoved up around her waist in a most undignified manner. Her hands braced against the flat surface as she waited. She could hear him moving behind her but did not look, keeping her eyes on her curling fingers. The first smack of his hands on her bare flesh took her by surprise. Her head snapped up and a startled cry escaped before she could muffle it. She stopped herself from glancing back to ask him why he would do this. The second fleshy thwack was less startling but no less painful. On the opposite cheek this time it stung enough to draw hot tears to her eyes. She squeezed them close. No use crying now was there? He continued to spank her and she stood there, legs spread, and took it. Every contact of his hand on her ass echoed in her swollen pussy. Her quim dripped down her thighs now and she was sure he would notice, if not see it certainly smell her rising heat. As if reading her mind he suddenly stopped. He stands behind her, both hands cupping her red burning cheeks if a soft caress. "Are you wet girl?" She shudders at that and nods slowly. She knows he is smiling, that would please him her lust. His fingers reach between her thighs and part her folds, confirming that she is indeed very wet for him. One finger slides along her dripping slit to touch her aching clit. "Good girl."

Panting hard now she arches into her fingers. Her body tightens and shatters. Stifling a scream she slows the pace of her hand in gradual degrees. Riding the tide of her orgasm in slow cresting waves. Dipping one finger into her own cum she proceeds to lick it clean, purring contentedly. Now she can nap.

His Girl



I open the building door with a deep sigh. It has been an exceeding long day. Given half a chance, I would sneak into the apartment and settle into the deep whirlpool tub, and forget everything about my life for several hours.

I look longingly at the elevators, as the door slides over and several people steep inside, a few faces among them I recognize but can't recall their names. Every once in a while it surprises me how few people I know in this building, even after 6 years. 

One last glance towards the elevators, then I turn and head for the stairs. It is only four flights, walking them is good for me. I know this, and this is why he insists that the elevators are only for when we are loaded down with groceries or other heavy parcels. Often I want to be angry that I can't take advantage of this one little convenience, but how can I be angry when he also takes the stairs.

As I start up, I feel how weary I am, and it occurs to me, he would never question me, when I got home. He never asks if I did indeed take the stairs, and after so many years, although I find it wearisome, it doesn't wind me like it once did. He wouldn't doubt for a moment that I took the stairs. Yet, I know it would only be moments, before I would confess what I had done. If he were suspicious, if he asked every time I came into the apartment if I had taken the elevator, perhaps I would feel justified in doing it, but he trusts me, and the guilt of omission would eat at me. I laugh at myself as I round the 3rd floor landing. This is precisely why he can trust me, because he knows how much his trust means to me.

Stepping out of the stair well onto out hall, I straighten my skirt. The thoughts of the nice warm bath already fading, in the comfort of knowing he will be inside waiting for me to come home. He has become my world. Sometimes during the day I wonder how I can live this dual life, in the moment forgetting how free I am in his presence.

I unlock the door and step inside. As I put my purse on the table, and hang my coat by the door, I can already feel the comfort of being home again.

I take a deep breath and walk into the living room, and sit down in my chair. His smile warms me as his eyes move from the news program over to my chair that sits next to the television.

"How was your day?"

This is my chance to spill the worries of my day. I use to hate this part of the day. I hated sitting in this chair, but he insisted that this was best. It took me a long time to admit it, but he was right.

Everyday after work I sit in my chair. The one that allows him to just shift his eyes and take in me, and the program he is watching. I use to think he ignored much of what I said as I sat there, feeling like I was competing with the television for his attention, but every time I challenged him, I lost. He was much more aware of what I was saying that I realized, even when he choose not to cast his eyes in my direction.

"My day sucked."

"Oh?" His head turned towards me in interest. My response, although perhaps more adamant then usual, wasn't unexpected. I feared one day, he was going to point out to me, that he warned me the promotion with more money and responsibility was going to be more stressful.

"That nitwit, Thomas."

"Oh."

"He seems to think because we are working on a project together, he can just do whatever he wants, and I will do all the leg work."

"Isn't he in the concepts department?"

"So what?"

He shrugs. "I would have thought ideas where his business, leaving everyone else to deal with the follow through."

"I have ideas too. I don't mind doing the leg work, but I should be able to contribute." He is paying attention to the television. For a moment, I am tempted to make a smart ass comment, but think better of it.

He gives me a lot of leeway. I am lucky that he enjoys the fact that I am intelligent and can hold down a job and support myself. He doesn't need me to, but it makes him proud to say his girl, heads up a department in a small but successful marketing firm. His girl. That has always been how he refers to me, when we are among his friends. They know we live together, but are well aware he hasn't talked of marriage or dating me. There is no talk around the water cooler about fights we have had. I am just his girl, and after 6 years, whatever I am, they are assuming I am here to stay.

"We had a meeting on Monday. We had thrown around ideas, and decided on which one's to role with. It seemed like we were merging our ideas, and although I had the leg work end of it, I was good with that, but today, when we got in the meeting and I started to go over what we had discussed, he jumped in and announced he thought better of it this morning, and pitched his new concept."

"And did you say anything?"

"What could I say? He had just gone through, point by point, why the prior concept was wrong."

"So his new idea was better? If so why are you upset?"

"Because he should have talked to me first."

"If he had?"

I shrugged. "I would have agreed with him."

"So just agree with him, and get over it."

"I can't believe you!"

His gaze turns towards me, and his eyebrow lifts. It is an expression I know I should be careful around. "You can't?"

"It's not about the idea. It's about how he treated me."

He turns back towards the television. "Perhaps he recognizes you for what you are."

"What I am?"

"Yes."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

He sighs deeply and without look at me says, "Take off your blouse."

"What?"

"You heard me."

His head doesn't turn. His attention seems to be entirely on the television. He doesn't do this. This time, in the chair, is the time for me to transition, he told me. It is my chance to tell him how my day was in the real world of business and coworkers. This is where I sat and talked about the things that happened in the office. This is where I sat and told him about the construction worker that yelled obscenities at me, until I lifted my skirt enough that he could see my thong because I was in that kind of mood.

This was my time to deal with the world outside, and when I was done, I would go to his bedroom and change into whatever had had laid out for me, and then when I came back, it didn't matter what happened outside that door, when I came back, I belonged to him.

"Well?" he suddenly asked. He wasn't looking at me, but I could see his eyebrow twitching to come up.

I started to pull my blouse from my skirt and over my head, feeling the silky fabric brush against my skin, causing a little shiver to run through me.

"Not like that. Slowly. One button at a time."

I bit my lip slightly, but let my blouse fall back down. My hands twitched nervously for a moment in my lap, then I started to play with the bottom button until it fell open.  My hands moved up to the next one, and as it slipped through the button hole, I could feel the edges of the blouse brush my stomach sending a shiver through me. My hands continued to move up the row...

"Now, don't you think he might have recognized you for what you are?"

I could feel my breathing getting a little irregular, as I tried to respond and keep my fingers moving. "I'm not like that at work."

He chuckled. "You don't act like that at work, but dear, you are what you are, and some of us see it right off."

As the next to the last button slipped free, I answered, "Even if he did, treating me like that at work isn't appropriate."

"It is hard for someone who knows, to give a slut respect."

My fingers fall from the last button, my blouse pulling back, one button above my cleavage holding my blouse together, the bottom spreading open and sliding to the sides. 

He glanced up and smiled, seeing the look of surprise on my face. "Maybe you should give him a nice warm blow job next time you see him, then both of you would be sure of where you belong."

I felt my body stiffen. It wasn't that he hadn't had me treat others before, but this was my work. There had been a line in the sand, and he had never crossed when it came to work.

"Your blouse isn't off." He said.

My hands moved back to the last button. "Now don't you think if you just got over it, and gave him a treat you would both feel better, maybe then he could communicate with you better, and you would get less stressed over his not respecting you so much."

"I... I don't think that would be a good idea."

"No?"

I arched slightly as I let my blouse slide down my arms. It is an automatic movement that comes from so many years of showing myself to him. "No. I have to work with him for who knows how long."

"It might be good to have someone who could give you a little relief at work."

The blouse slides off, onto the chair. "If anyone found out..."

"I know you wouldn't tell, and I doubt your friend would tell, it wouldn't be to his advantage to tell."

I stared at him. I thought his ability to shock me had ceased to exist years ago. I could feel my chest rising and falling as I watched him. I was shuttering slightly.

"I think the bra next."

"Please."

"Okay, then off with it."

"No, please don't make me do this."

He looked at me, a bemused expression. "Make you undress? That isn't so shocking, and I would think we would both agree that is my right."

"Let me change first."

"Bra."

I closed my eyes, not looking at him as I reached behind me and unfastened the clasps. My body quivered, and I could feel my nipples stiffen, as it slide down my arms exposing them to the cool air. I quivered slightly, realizing how difficult this was for me, just because I was still dressed for work. I still felt like the head of my department. It was difficult for me, to remember like this, that I existed for his pleasure when I was at home with him.

I jumped when his hand moved over my shoulder, then slowly down to cup one of my breasts. Looking up at him, I could see him smile. "I know this isn't easy, but trust me, it is what you need right now."

"Need?" I questioned him.

"Yes, now stand up."

I stood, feeling a little light headed. He reached over and unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me only in my thigh highs, heels and panties.

"Okay you can sit back down."

I sat as he returned to the couch and said nothing as his attention moved to the television. I could feel the angry boiling inside me. He knew I wasn't prepared, this was suppose to be my time to get the real world out of my system before I changed and allowed myself to slip down into the world of his girl. Doing it like this threw me. I was nervous, and angry, and unsure of how to react.

"Spread your legs."

I opened them, as he continued to watch the television and not me.

"Now use your fingers, and imagine him watching you. Think about what it would feel like to sit nearly naked in his office, and show him how you pleasure yourself."

"Don't make me do this."

"It's for the best, don't you trust me?"

"The best?"

"Yes, you forget who you are in that office, I'm just reminding you who you are, deep down, no matter where you are, how you are dressed."

I bite down hard on my lip, and start by pushing a finger against myself, spreading my legs to either side of the chair. He sits there, not looking at me, and I want to be angry for him ignoring me so. Tonight this doesn't feel like a game. I don't feel like trying harder and harder to distract him. I want him to see how this is messing with my head, how this is hurting me.

I pull the thin string of my panties aside and I roughly push a finger inside me, just wanting this done. I close my eyes.

"Where would you be sitting in his office if you were doing this for real?"

His voice startles me, and I struggle to keep the tears back. "What?"

"I told you to picture him watching you, where are you?"

"On his desk."

"And where is he?"

I tremble slightly seeing his office. I can almost feel the cool glass of his office desk under my ass, and catch myself wondering if the monitor mounted under it would create a warm spot if I slide back over it.

"In his chair watching me." I say almost automatically, realizing I was seeing the view from his windows over the city. I hate that I can see it, that I suddenly can see him in that expensive chrome and leather chair.

"That would give him a nice view."

I push my finger in hard, just wanting this over with, unsure that with this image I will be able to complete the task, but feeling unable to refuse. My hand moves harder, deeper.

"Put your thumb on that clit. Come now, I know how you do it when you want to give yourself pleasure."

I do as I am told, and hate the fact at that moment that he knows me so well. My thumb starts moving against my clit, as my finger moves faster, I feel my breath catch, as my body starts to respond. I can't handle it all and as I respond, as my body gets wetter, I can no longer do it all, and the tears start to slide down my face. Thomas' face is the one in my minds eye. I am filled with anger at him, and yet my body is responding to his watching me. I hate him in that moment, and yet, I feel something start to chance inside, my back arches pushing against my fingers.

It becomes automatic and another finger slides in, and I gasp through the tears, my breathing becoming hard and rhythmic. My body is responding as I gasp loudly, and arch again.

I hate what is happening, as I feel my hips rocking. The movements of my hand becoming automatic, and I am thinking of Thomas sitting there, and I feel humiliated in front of him, but I can't stop, and I cry out as I thrust my body forward, arching hard as I cum. 

I feel the tears still running down my face, sliding down my neck, and onto my breasts. I hate thinking of Thomas seeing my like that, loosing my position in that moment. I catch my breath. As I do, I noticed the tension that had filled me seems to be gone.

There is no sound in the room except for the television.

"It is a lot of stress for you, being something you are not all day."

"I'm not being..."

"Don't lie to me or yourself."

I sit in silence.

"Come over here."

I stand and walk over to him. He reaches out and runs his hand along the curve of my hip. I reach up and try to wipe the tears from my face and he smiles.

"Feel better."

I want to shout of course not, but the truth is I do. There is a stillness inside me, so I nodded even as I resist.

"I thought so. You would feel better if you did it for real. I have no doubt it would relieve pressure for both of you, but I'm not going to make that kind of work decision for you."

I sigh with relief.

"I do have a suggestion. If you don't seek that honesty with him for real, that when you get that upset, you find some quiet place to take a few minutes and relieve yourself thinking of him."

"I don't want him that way."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"I don't."

He shrugs. "It looked like you did, but what do I know, maybe just a reminder of what you are, was all you needed, but I don't think so."

"At work, I'm not..."

He reaches out and runs his finger under the thong pulling it up slightly. 

"Even in your work clothes you are, even if you try to forget. Why don't we have some dinner."

I turn to go to his bedroom to change.

"Na uh."

"Huh?"

"Stay like you are, I think I want my professional girl tonight. Let's see what mischief she can get up to."



His girl



She waited. She could hear Him breathing. Her body, her mind, her soul ached for His touch. Gooseflesh rose on her bare skin and she shivered as He walked past her creating a cool breeze. She wished she could move the blindfold, just for a moment, to see Him. She wanted Him to see the longing in her eyes, to know how badly she needed His touch, His control. 

She could hear Him rustling through His duffel bag. The thought of His toys made her heart race. She was familiar with the tools of His affection. Her hands trembled on her thighs as she waited before Him on her knees; a soft whimper escaping her lips as she thought of what He would do to her. Oh how she longed for the exquisite kiss of His hand, the sharp sting of His strap. 

He gently ran His fingers over her lips, along her jaw. She gasped as He suddenly snatched a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. "Such an eager slut", He growled into her ear. Oh how she wanted to move her fingers across her wet slit as she felt His hot breath against her neck. He nudged her knees with His boot, she spread her thighs achingly wide, a deep blush colouring her cheeks as she exposed her need. 

His footsteps moved around her, she shivered as something smooth passed over her collarbones and over her left shoulder. Yelping she clutched at the floor as He grabbed her head and shoved her face to the floor in front of her. A quick snap of the strap over her hot pussy lips urged her to raise her ass high. Subsequent kisses from the strap on the inside of each thigh forced her to spread her knees. She trembled with anticipation, her arms stretched out in front of her, the cool tile beneath her cheek a stark contrast to the heat spreading between her legs. 

Two quick strikes with the strap; one on each ass cheek. Then two more; this time one on the back of each thigh. Biting back on the moan that threatened to escape her lips she swayed her back, raising her ass higher. He started paddling her ass with the strap in a steady rhythm, left right, left right; the heat growing almost unbearable. She whimpered as he strapped her pussy lips. She couldn't help but moan as He slid the edge of the strap between the wet lips, teasing her swollen clit. Oh how she wanted to rock her hips back, stroking the strap against the sensitive bud. She was breathing hard, wetness trickling down the inside of her thighs.

He used His fist in her hair to guide her back to a kneeling position. She licked the strap as it was pressed to her lips, her tongue collecting her juices from the salty leather. Her heart quickened and her clit throbbed as the smooth head of His cock replaced the strap against her lips. Using the tip of her tongue she circled the head then placed her closed lips on the side of His shaft, sliding them up one side of His hard rod and back down again sucking gently. 

He took her by the hands and placed them on His cock. She moved her fervent mouth over the head of His member suckling the soft skin, teasing the small opening with the tip of her tongue. She used her hands to softly squeeze and pull His balls. Tenderly pulling them down as she lowered her mouth over His thick cock. Her lips tight against the shaft, her tongue swirling over the head as she moved back to the tip of His cock. Her hips rocking back and forth as she hungrily stroked His cock up and down with her warm, wet mouth. 

He roughly ripped the blindfold from her eyes as He clutched the back of her head, fucking her mouth. He slammed His cock deep into her throat; her eyes watering as she struggled for breath. She looked up at Him, her pussy dripping onto the floor as she stared into His intense gaze. He drove His cock into her mouth over and over; tears ran down her face as she snatched a breath whenever possible. She put her hands on His hips trying to ease the force of His strokes. The feeling of His cock swelling in her mouth made her reach down to rub her distended clit; her hips bucking her cunt against her hand. 

"NO!" He barked pulling His cock from her mouth and seizing her by the hair. He yanked her to her feet and dragged her towards the bed. He shoved her back onto the duvet quickly climbing onto her and straddling her face. Looking down at her He pinned her arms beneath His knees as he began to thrust His cock into her throat once again. Her legs spread wide, her pussy engorged as she moved her hips with each stroke of His cock into her tight throat. 

"OVER" He instructed as He flipped her onto her stomach. "ASS UP!" He smacked her ass as He gave His command. Striking the inside of her thighs with His knees he forced her legs open wide, exposing her soaked pussy. Using His hands He spread her ass cheeks wide and then drove His cock hard into her tense ass; the soft flesh yielding to His massive cock. She cried out as His anal assault began but was soon rocking her hips back and forth with the momentum of His thrusts; whimpering and moaning she begged Him to let her cum. 

"NO!" He yelled as He pounded her ass faster and harder. Yanking her head back with her hair He bent over and bit down hard on the thick muscle in the side of her neck. She clutched at the blankets, seeing stars as her need to cum intensified. He rode her hard, twisting her nipples between His fingers. 

"ON YOUR BACK!" He demanded as He pulled His cock from her ravaged ass. She rolled over onto her back as He took His cock into His hand. Just a few quick strokes and He shot his hot, sticky load all over her face. She held out her tongue greedily catching and eating His hot seed. Her cunt throbbed and quivered with its need to finish.

"Good girl" He said as He moved off the bed and into the washroom. 

She waited for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy still aching for attention. He emerged from the bathroom fully groomed and began to collect His belongings. She watched as He cleaned and packed the strap away in His bag, collected His coat and walked out the door shutting and locking it behind Him. 

She whimpered as she closed her eyes knowing that her starved cunt would have to continue waiting. She closed her eyes and delighted in the feeling of her tender, well-used ass. She sighed as she tasted Him on her tongue. Eventually she succumbed to sleep with a smile on her lips.