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The Admin

By: outre



Chapter I Titillation 

Markus rolled out of bed, mornings were always his favorite time of day. The unbelievable quiet and stillness helped him ease into the day in a clear, relaxed state. The water in the shower stung him like hot little needles, but felt strangely refreshing. It figures he thought, that I would enjoy the pain of hot water hitting my skin. He smiled at himself for thinking such thoughts and quickly washed. He toweled dry and stood in front of the mirror assessing himself. He still had a full head of straight, thick brown hair that he wore short. He looked at his neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, yes they were considered dated, but he liked how it made his face look, his body he thought was in pretty damned good shape for a 42 year old man, all that hockey paid off he thought. After finishing in the bathroom he quietly walked to the closet and went inside to get dressed, he shut the door behind him so as not to wake his sleeping wife. 

He remembered he had to give a job interview, the administrative manager for his department was sending him a potential administrative assistant, pending his approval. The manager had already interviewed her and deemed her more than qualified for the job. He hoped she was right, this would be his third in as many months. The first one quit the very week he hired her as he had to be out of town the day afterward and she felt "abandoned". The second one was just too confrontational, and didn't work well for others. She was a young "in your face" woman who needed some age and experience to mellow her temper. Markus chose a pair of black slacks, a camel colored button down shirt and a checked sport coat that matched. This he thought, was casual but professional. Perfect for helping the interviewee feel at ease without giving up the air of authority.

He grabbed a cup of coffee and made the short drive to the office. As was typical, Marcus liked to go through his email early giving him time to adjust his day-planner accordingly. Today was a quiet day, which pleased him. It would allow him to spend more time on the interview and "do it right" he thought. 

He sat sipping his second cup of coffee and looking out his office window at the trees. He had worked very hard to establish himself with his company. He had started as a shift supervisor and took a variety of positions in engineering and operations polishing his reputation while working his way up to Sr. Regional operations manager. He was respected and got along with his peers, subordinates and seniors at his company and was considered an amicable, straight shooter who got things done.

He was jarred from his reverie when the suite door opened and people started streaming in. He looked at his clock and realized his appointment would be coming in shortly. He quickly went to the restroom, relieved himself, washed his hands and gave a once over in the mirror. He wanted to ensure he looked presentable for his interview.

Precisely at ten o'clock one of the office women brought his candidate in for her interview. He liked that she was prompt, that was one of his pet peeves. "I'm Markus Steiger" he said introducing himself. He stood as he introduced himself so and took her proffered hand. He immediately noticed her looks, though he tried not to stare. She was about five foot three, obviously of middle eastern descent. She had long black curled hair (he thought they were called spiral perms) with reddish highlights. She had dark eyes with full lips and her finger nails were long with a neat manicure. Her noticed that her black, professional business suit did nothing at all to hide her voluptuous full figure. 

"Jasmine" she said, "Jasmine Alawash, its a pleasure to meet you."

He tore his gaze from her so as not to appear lecherous and quickly sat behind his desk, hiding his obvious discomfort.

He asked her all the usual questions, how many words a minute could she type? Was she proficient with a computer? What software programs could she use? What did she want out of her career and the like. He had pretty much decided that he wanted to hire her, but didn't want to tip his hand right away. He talked with her about salary and found out she was right in the ballpark as far as her desired pay. He said he would call her by the end of the week with an answer, though his mind was already made up. She stood and gave him a small smile, again extending her hand, palm side down. "I look forward to hearing from you soon Mr. Steiger" and with that she turned and left, not even looking back. He stood there and for some reason, felt a bit flustered, as if he had somehow not been in control of any aspect of the interview.

That night he slept uneasily. Visions kept coming unbidden to him. She was standing in front of him,

her dark piercing eyes reaching to his very core. The images were unsettling, erotic and very sexual. He awoke sometime after three a.m. disoriented, and shaking. The dreams have haunted him since adolescence but the woman never had a face until tonight.

He got out of bed and sat down in front of his computer at his desk. Every once in a while he had to quench his thirsting desire. Tonight he would end up logging on and looking at photos, as well as reading stories. All of the stories that he read had a common underlying theme. The women were all in charge. Marcus wasn't sure when his sexual preference turned this way, nor was he sure why it was so. The only thing he did know was that it ate at him, it drove him to distraction, and it caused him to ache sexually.

Friday he decided to call Jasmine back. Hello, this is Jasmine" she said, in the same pleasant tone she had used at the interview. "Ms. Alawash, its me, Mr. Steiger. I wanted to call and let you know that I have decided to extend an offer for the amount we discussed earlier in the week." He said. "Thank you Mr. Steiger, that will be acceptable. I'll call the human resources representative and make arrangements. I'll start as soon as I can." She said. He nodded, then realized that he was on the phone. He cleared his throat and said that would be fine. "Would you please call me when you have made the arrangements with your start date? He asked. She affirmed that indeed she would take care of it, and hung up. He stood there for a moment with a sense of deja vu over losing control of the conversation. He stood there dumbfounded and shook his head. Markus walked to the refridgerator replaying the conversation in his head. How had she taken control of the conversation so effortlessly. He prided himself on his ability to read people.

Markus was busy all weekend so the thought of her didn't come up until Monday in the shower. He recalled his conversation with her, and became semi-erect. He found himself dressing up, though there was no need for it. He wore a pair of olive green dress slacks, a black turtle neck and an olive green sport coat. He looked at himself in the mirror as he splashed after shave on, not bad he thought.

Once again he found himself in the office early. He made coffee, checked his email and since he had

some extra time, sneaked onto his dial up connection bypassing the LAN. He looked at some erotic photos, mostly of men giving women oral, it was his fetish and never failed to make him erect. He visited an erotic story site, looking for any domination stories where the man found himself obeying a dominant woman. Markus realized time was running short, so he signed off and cleaned his PC. He knew the cost of getting caught with pornography on his PC. He wasn't willing to risk loosing his job.


Not long after, employees started streaming in. Jasmine came in right on time. She was wearing a long knit sweater camel brown, tight dark brown double knit slacks and high heels. She wore her hair down, and curly. Markus tried not to stare but there was something about her that just made him quiver inside.

Jasmine came into his office smiling "I'm ready to go if you are" She said. Markus smiled , "Okay, let me show you your workstation" he said. He took her to the cube nearest his office. "This is yours, I had the interior decorator here yesterday, I hope you like the colors" He joked. Her cube was the same institutional tan as the rest of the office. "I'll take care of the decorating" she said. "When can we meet to discuss my responsibilities?" She asked. "Why don't you get settled in this morning, and then this afternoon we can meet after lunch" Markus replied. "Let me introduce you to everyone." 

He walked her through the office introducing everyone. He couldn't help noticing the sweet smell of her perfume, and her sweater did nothing to hide her painfully voluptuous body. His cock was raging in his suit, and he did his best to ensure that his jacket covered himself. After the introductions Markus made his excuses and returned to his office to get some work done. He did work hard, and during the week it wasn't uncommon for him to log an eleven hour day.

Markus was in the middle of updating a spreadsheet when Jasmine knocked on the door. He was so into what he was doing, she startled him. "You said you wanted to meet after lunch so here I am. Jasmine said, and walked in. He found himself flustered, and looking at the clock cussed. "I beg your pardon" Jasmine said as she looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Forgive me, I didn't realize lunch had come and gone, I was caught by suprise I'm afraid." He said in explanation. He turned his chair around and pulled in tight to his desk. His cock immediately responding to her presence. Jasmine took her pad of paper out and leaned over the desk ready to write. "So, tell me what I'm going to be doing during my day." She said as she smiled at him. He looked at her, and then glanced down at her sweater. Her breasts were gathered together and pushing out as her weight leaned on the desk. He swallowed hard before responding. He explained his responsibilities, his organization and how the administrative functions worked. The details took most of the afternoon. She put her pad down after a few hours and stretched. "I need some coffee, would you like a cup?" Jasmine asked. She leveled a gaze at him as he ogled her wondrous breasts. Um, yeah, sure" He stuttered. She smiled knowingly at him and got up. "What do you take in your coffee, Markus?" She asked. "Cream" he said looking at his notes as she went to get coffee. 

He quickly realized he was still erect. "This could make for many long painful days" he thought to himself. She returned shortly carrying two cups of coffee. 

"I take cream too, so when you get me coffee remember that" She said. 

"Hey, if I can do it, so can you" She continued sensing that he was going to ask about getting her coffee. "I don't have a problem with that Jasmine. As a matter of fact, I sometimes stop at Starbucks for Latte. I would be glad to get one for you if you like them." He said. 

"Great, feel free. Now where were we?" She asked as she sat back down, crossing her legs.

They continued going over the details until quitting time, and she left in a hurry saying she had to pick up her children. He thought okay, married and kids. That should help simplify things. The fact that she was off limits made it so much easier for him. He drove home thinking about the day. She was so pleasant, and damn was she built. She smelled good too. 


That night he dreamed about her. She was wearing a black bustier, garters and stockings with really high black heels. He was naked except for a leather collar and leash which she held in her hand. She was sitting on a high stool with arms. She spread her legs and showed him her g-string. The dream unfolded silently, like an old movie. She snapped her fingers and pointed at her foot. He leaned forward and licked the patent leather. Then she motioned for him to remove her shoe. He did so and took her foot reverently in his hand. He worshipped her toes one at a time, sucking them into his mouth. She put her other foot over his shoulder and pulled him down. Then She again spread her legs and motioned for him to move between them. He slowly approached her sex, and she bid him to kiss and lick her panties. Markus awoke with a start. Sweat was beading on his body and his cock was throbbing and dripping all over the bed.

He got up and drank a glass of water, incredible he thought. I've seen this woman three times and I'm already dreaming about her. He shook his head and returned to bed. Sleep came, but restlessly. In the morning Marcus woke with an uneasy feeling, as if he didn't sleep very long. His thoughts kept returning to Jasmine and how in the short time she had influenced his urges so much. He thought how rare it was for him to feel this way about a woman, how she had somehow drilled into the core of his sexuality without them having so much as talked a few times.

Marcus busied himself for the next few weeks with a big project, Jasmine worked hard, and they exchanged pleasant banter, he tried not to ogle her when she brought him papers to sign, but her body and the way she dressed worked against him. She would lean next to him with a folder full of papers, her breasts resting on his arm and her perfume wafting into his nostrils like some sort of anesthesia. 

Chapter II The Awakening

One morning Marcus found himself in the office extremely early . The project having just ended left him feeling empty and his mind was finally able to relax. Of course all this did was cause his thoughts to drift to more primal things. He logged on to his computer via dial up and spend the better part of an hour looking at images of women handling their men. He found a web site that catered to men who liked to worship women orally, the illustrations all of amazonian women with full round hips riding their tied up slaves in various poses. Some of the men were totally imobilized, bound like furniture and the women seated their ample derriers on the men's faces. Taking pleasure from their mouths despite their slaves struggles. Marcus also downloaded a few stories of female domination to a disk. When the door opened to the suite, Marcus was jarred from the computer and quickly signed off. 

That afternoon, Marcus found himself called to a last minute meeting. Jasmine was a bit upset as she was trying to do a payroll report, and needed his budget figures. As he was running out the door, she stopped him. "I really need the budget figures from last month Marcus, and you didn't give me the report, nor did you post it in the common file on the LAN for me. Jasmine said. "Just take them off my computer Jasmine, I don't have time to mess with it now. I'll be back around 4:30." Marcus hurried out of the office leaving Jasmine a bit perturbed.

At 4:30 Marcus returned from his meeting to find his office door shut and locked. Jasmine wasn't at her desk either. He asked one of the other ladies in the office if she had seen Jasmine. "She is in your office doing the budgets for last month". The lady said. Marcus got a cup of coffee and went back to his door, his keys were in the office so he had to knock. "Who is it?" Jasmine said as Marcus waited impatiently at the door. "It's me, my meeting is over, would you please open my office door?" Marcus retorted quickly loosing patience with the inconvenience.

The door opened and Jasmine quickly walked back to Marcus's chair and sat down. Marcus put his coffee on the desk and stood there waiting for her to get up. "Marcus, we need to talk" Jasmine said as she looked at him. She had a very serious look on her face, and her brow was furrowed critically.

"Okay, talk" he said. 

"No, I mean we need to have a heart to heart, can you stay late today?" She asked.

"Well I had some things to do tonight, but I suppose I can put them off. Let me make a phone call" Marcus said as he picked up the phone to call home.

Jasmine got up and walked toward the door, "Marcus, it will take about an hour but its really important" With that she turned and went back to her office.

Marcus sat down at his computer and at that moment, he realized his huge mistake. He had left the disk with the photos and stories in his computer! On his screen was a picture of a woman holding a bound man by the hair and sitting on his face. He felt as if he was kicked in the nuts. He swallowed hard, and with a shaking hand put the phone down.

He sat stupefied, trying to figure out how to handle what happened. How could he explain it away? He called home and told his wife he would be working late, then he sat back and quickly tried to come up with an alibi. He couldn't help but to think how this woman now held his entire career in her hands. She could easily have him fired. Sexual harassment was not taken lightly in his company and he was always preaching equality. Surely they would crucify him for being a hypocrite.

He would tell her that he confiscated the disk from employee and it had been dealt with. He quickly made up his mind that he would stick to this story no matter what, and frantically started cleaning every incriminating piece of evidence off his computer.

At five o'clock the rank and file left the building, and by five thirty his suite was empty except for him, and Jasmine who had remained at her cube working on a report. When the office was quiet for a few moments she got up and came into Marcus's office, shutting the door after her.

"Do you know why I'm here?" She asked.

"You found a disk in my computer, and looked at it. I imagine you were quite shocked by the content of that disk, you probably want an explanation, and I have a perfectly reasonable one." Marcus replied.

She cocked her eyebrow again, the way she tended to do when she was skeptical of something, and waited for Marcus to continue".

"I confiscated this" He said as he held the disk aloft like a vial of smallpox "this disk from an employee, who shall remain nameless." Marcus stated. "The employee has been dealt with and the matter is closed. I am sorry that you had to find it Jasmine" Marcus said quickly. He felt a huge flood of relief as he thought he had saved his ass.

"Marcus, quit trying to bullshit me, it will only make it worse for you" Jasmine retorted.

"I found your AOL instant message program, you stored your screen name and password, frankly compliant one seems pretty incriminating. Also you had a huge number of photos and stories in hidden directories on your computer. Jasmine continued.

"Look, if you come clean we can work this out, but if you continue to lie, it will be very bad for you." Jasmine sat back looking at him, obviously waiting for him to decide how to proceed from where they were.

"You're right. They are mine. I apologize for lying to you, but obviously my job is at stake and I didn't know what to say to protect myself. You won't have me fired will you?" He asked imploringly.

"Marcus, that depends on you and what type of agreement we reach. You see, I rather like the idea of having a play toy." Jasmine said as she got out of her chair. She approached Markus and sat on the edge of his desk, between his legs. She put her heel up on his chair, painfully close to his crotch. "I've been trying to figure out how to seduce you for the past month and now I don't have to, you've done all the work for me." Jasmine smiled as she pushed her heel against Marcus's crotch. You like women in charge, and I like men that are obedient. I think we are a made for each other Marcus." Jasmine cooed as she rubbed his crotch with her show. "Why don't you kneel down and show me how much you want to be my toy Marcus." Jasmine said in a husky tone. "I spent all afternoon looking at your photos and reading the fantasies you've collected. They are quite intriguing and while I've always fantasized about having a boy toy, I've never quite known how to go about actually getting a guy to do as I say." She said now removing her foot from his crotch and waiting for him to vacate his chair. Marcus dropped from his chair as if in a trance and knelt in front of her. She moved forward on the desk and put both her feet on his chair, surrounding him between her thighs. She took him by the hair and pulled his head up to look at her. 


The Admin



Something new. Something shiny. That's what he always went to, what he always wanted and what he made sure he got.

She was new in many ways - new to the company (his administrative assistant), new to the city (left Ohio for Chicago 3 weeks ago), and new to life (graduated community college 1 month ago). He was jaded by comparison, at least 15 years her senior, with a wealth of experience in getting what he wanted.

She wasn't shiny like the rest of the women he met in Chicago, polished and glossy. She was shiny in that she glowed with life - excited to be starting out in a new place, eager to do a good job. He liked that especially - eager.

Used to office politics and the cliché of men in power and their secretaries, he moved slowly, manipulating the scene until he had her in a perfect position. The way she had fumbled his coffee when his hand had brushed her thigh had him biting back a smile. They both apologized but neither forgot. 

The way she'd accidentally (he almost laughed) opened the door to find his Wednesday lunch date straddling his lap (they hadn't gotten anywhere yet, but his admin had dropped her folders and backed out double time). His Wednesday hadn't realized his almost brutal intercourse that day had been with visions of the innocent admin in his mind. Regardless, his Wednesday had only been a little put out when he indicated it was their last meal. Later that day, the admin and he had both apologized but again, neither forgot.

The way she'd stumbled when he'd said her name from behind as she window shopped. He'd caught her arm and apologized and bought her a cup of coffee. He knew her routine; he knew where she lived, where she played, how she liked to daydream on Sunday afternoons in the window seat of her apartment. 

He maneuvered and stalked his prey. He seduced and teased his prey. He went for the throat when he decided to pounce.

"Lucy, I need you to work a little late tomorrow," Steve said into the intercom on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, idly tapping his pencil on the blotter. It was time the delectable Lucy satisfied more than his business needs.

"No problem, Mr. Grant," she answered.

She was such a good girl, he bit back the chuckle. "Thank you," he replied, "I'm sorry for the short notice and the Friday evening. Maybe I could offer dinner afterwards?"

"It's not a problem," she said, "You don't have to worry. I'll heat something from the freezer when I get home."

"The ever-practical Lucy," he chuckled and switched off the line. He didn't say it, but she wouldn't be home until at least Saturday morning.

He'd never looked forward to a Friday so much, he thought, dropping into his chair with his morning coffee and the phone messages. He flipped through, returned the immediate needs and pinned the rest to his to-do sheet. He'd awakened with an erection that was still at half-mast despite the morning shower time. He'd adjusted his attire accordingly, wearing the longer suit jacket to hide the impressive bulge in his slacks. 

His father had taught him many things - not the least of which were the ways to hide inappropriate behaviors. He couldn't count the times in high school and college where his behavior would have gotten him expelled had he been caught. Even now, he though back to the admin he'd had 2 years ago and their brief steamy encounter in the file room. He'd had her against the library ladder, his dick buried as deep as it could go, when Mr. Clancy Junior had walked in. They had had less than a minute to straighten up before he'd come around the end of the shelving and saw Sue Ellen on her knees putting a book away (her panties at her knees and blouse buttoned crooked unseen) and Steve on the ladder with another book (the thick wood rail hiding his straining erection). Mr. Clancy Junior had greeted them, picked up the book he wanted and left. Seconds later, Steve finished Sue Ellen dog-style, her cries muffled against the thick carpet.

"Good Morning, boss," Lucy breezed in with the mail, setting it on his desk and checking his mug to see if he needed a refill.

"My ray of sunshine," he teased, studying her. She wore a spring dress, light purple with pale, muted flowers. It had short cap sleeves that left her arms delightfully bare, a swirling skirt just past the knee and a fitted bodice that emphasized the firm fullness of her womanly curves. His mouth watered and his pants tightened.

It was a busy day, more so because he couldn't focus. He worked through lunch, ordering in, in the effort to clear up matters before six. When everyone left, he'd have time to relax - and enjoy Lucy. He made sure to have her in his office at 5:30, taking dictation, so that most people wouldn't realize she was staying late. He'd made it a common practice for himself - although it was rarely to work. He had various "help" come by in the evenings, most recently a string of Thursdays with a redhead with a lush mouth and flexible throat.

Just before six, Steve crossed to the door and shut it against the evening noise. Lucy didn't even look up from her notepad. He moved to stand behind her, seeing her glance at him and the pencil hesitate. Finishing the memo, he waited for her pencil to stop, then settled his hands on her shoulders.

"Have you ever considered how lonely it is at the top?" he asked casually. He felt her tremble under his hands and tried to contain his desire to savage.

"Not really, Mr. Grant," Lucy answered, wondering what he was talking about. His hands were big and warm, her skin heating at his touch. She wished he wouldn't touch her, since her body seemed to react so strongly, so inappropriately. He was her boss after all, not a potential date.

"Come now, Lucy," he chided, his hands gently kneading, "You come in to a high-power job every day and go home to an empty apartment. I come in to a high-power job every day and go home to an empty apartment." He felt her relax a little as his hands continued to massage.

"My job is hardly as high-powered as yours, Mr. Grant," she murmured. His hands felt good, strong. She let her eyes drift closed and her imagination filled with images of those hands touching her in other places. She'd dreamed about his hands since the first time he'd accidentally touched her.

"Sure it is, Lucy," he said softly, leaning down close to her ear, "You're the woman behind the power. You keep me organized and on time." She laughed a bit breathlessly and he took the next step. "Do you know how it sounds when you say my name? I get hard listening to your voice..."

She jerked in surprise, turning to look at him. He smiled at her. "Mr. Grant?" she gasped.

"Even better," he grinned. She pulled away, standing, turning to face him, her eyes wide and shocked.

"Mr. Grant, you can't say...think of such...ohhh." He'd caught her hand and yanked her against him faster than she could think. His body was lean and hard, his grip strong, his arms warm as he held her. Then he kissed her. Deep and hungry, as if he had the right, as if they knew each other well, as if they were going to be intimate. She managed to pull away, but not before her whole body was heated and trembling.

"Mr. Grant. Please, don't," she started, pressing her hand to his lips before he could kiss her again. He was her boss. It was up to her to stay aloof, to keep a professional distance...despite how much she want another kiss like that.

"Are you an innocent?" he murmured, kissing the fingers at his lips and making her pull them away with a hiss. "A virgin, waiting for her wedding night?" The thought only increased his lust.

"What? No. I'm not...Mr. Grant, that's not the point," she was flustered, surprised, and aroused. She could feel the hardness of him strain against her belly, like something alive, and her own body tightened. She'd put her own needs on the back burner to further her career...but that seemed like a bad decision right now.

"We're two adults, single, alone," he murmured, stroking a hand down her back, savoring her helpless shiver. Her skin was warm, soft, flushed...

"You're my boss," she protested feebly. He stroked his hand down her back again, this time unzipping her dress. Her hands clutched his jacket, but not to push him away. He hid the smile of victory.

"Which can be taken two different ways," he whispered, sliding his hand under her dress to stroke her bare back, feeling her vertebrae, realizing how delicate she was and feeling himself harden even more. "One - we know each other from working side by side, day after day, and this is the next logical step."

"I don't..." she started, pushing away, unable to break free. He backed her to the desk, pinning her hips against the heavy wood with his body. The war inside her between heat and nerves had her squirming against him until he groaned.

"Or two - it's your job to satisfy my needs in the office," he bent his head, nuzzling her throat, "and we're still in my office..." She whimpered a little as he licked her throat, nipped her earlobe. "Either way, I intend to have you."

"But I saw you with the woman last week," she gasped. She hadn't been able to get the image out of her mind, her dreams filled with images of her instead of the woman, riding him eagerly. She moaned softly as he tugged her dress down, baring her to the waist.

She hadn't worn a bra. He was stunned, viciously aroused, even more eager to have her. He cleared his desk with one arm, lifting her to the polished walnut. "Deaddra was a passing fling," he growled, cupping her breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over her tight points, "She's no longer in the picture." Lowering his mouth, he sucked one nipple deep. "I only see you...now...Lucy. I have to have you now."

His mouth was on one breast, then the other, making her moan, her body tight, aching. He stood between her legs, his hard bulge pressed against her cleft, the material between them not masking the heat of their desire. This was so wrong for her career. This felt so right as a woman.

Steve licked, suckled, savored her breasts, then trailed his tongue lower, sliding his hands up her legs, under the violet silk. Here she'd worn white lace, a small swatch covering her mound. He licked his lips, bunching her dress at the waist, wanting more than anything to rip the lace with his bare hands. He pressed a hot kiss to her belly, his grey eyes dark on hers.

"Do it," she whispered, her green eyes wide and sharp, "Do it, Mr. Grant."

"My name is Steve," he growled, wanting her more than his next breath but somehow hesitant now that he had her.

"But you love it when I call you Mr. Grant," she teased, her voice breathy and young. He couldn't deny it. He'd already told her and the way his eyes darkened and narrowed would have given him away.

"So I do," he chuckled. Fisting his hands in the thin lace, he yanked apart, the material ripping, Lucy gasping. She was shaved bare, her sex already swollen, glistening for him. Hunger swelled and he groaned as he dropped to his knees, pressing her thighs apart with his hands, feasting on her hot, wet folds. 

Lucy writhed on the desk, her hands in her hair, on her breasts, as Steve's mouth tortured her. His tongue, big and rough, stroked her, explored her. He suckled and slurped and nibbled everywhere, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her, making her gasp and buck. He lifted her knees over his shoulders and slid her ass towards him, tilting her and spreading her with his thumbs, exposing her clit to his teeth. She clutched his hair, the edge of the desk, as he focused on the nub, licking, biting, sucking, and she moaned. He shifted his hand, cupped her ass, and drove his middle finger deep into her pussy. She cried out, pushing her hips against his hand as he finger-fucked her, still feasting. He added a second finger, a third, and she came hard and fast.

Lucy arched up, her hips thrusting against his hand, her inner muscles clamping on his fingers as she cried out. "Mr. Grant!"

He couldn't wait any longer. Steve yanked his hand from her, practically ripping open his fly as he stood and shoving slacks and boxers to his ankles. She was perfectly positioned, her legs draped over his shoulders, her pussy quivering as he took his thick cock in hand, dragged his fat head along her slit.

"I'm not going to use a rubber," he growled, pressing his head against her opening, leaning close to her. His eyes met hers, seeing the orgasm swirling in hers, seeing how she tried to comprehend. "I only fuck a woman raw," he said, pushing his head inside her, stretching her wide with his thickness. Her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "So I can empty my seed inside her hot body," he finished, pushing deeper, short thrusts penetrating further and further.

"Mr. Grant," Lucy moaned, shivering, as more and more of his thick shaft stretched her, throbbed inside her.

"So I can fill her completely," he groaned, tilting his hips, savoring the site of his red flesh disappearing between her pink lips. Then he was in, buried to the balls, wrapped in the hottest, softest place on earth.

"Oh yes..." they both sighed. He began to move slowly, short thrusts that gradually became longer, harder. Smooth strokes that gradually became demanding. He leaned into her, plunging deep again and again, his hands on her breasts, her hips, stroking, controlling. He couldn't get enough of her cunt, so slick, so hot. The friction of his cock against her passage made their sex even hotter. Steve slid his hands down to her thighs, driving up into her harder.

Lucy arched with a sob, her body spasming around his cock, squeezing him like a fist. Her cries became breathless as her body tensed, her hips bucking, echoed by his long groan of pleasure. Her pussy gushed, enveloping his throbbing dick with her cum. Steve slid out with an erotic slurp that had them both quivering.

"More," he groan, turning her, bending her over the desk and thrusting deep. She cried out, her pussy rippling around him, as he gripped her hips, ramming his penis into her again and again. He was swelling, his body tensing, as he drove her hard, hips slapping her ass. This is what he burned for...the power to control her pleasure, to take his own.

"Yes...yes," he grunted, his balls drawing up tight as his cock pulsed, swelled...and erupted. His cum spewed inside her, the rush of heat making her strain against the desk, crying out as she came again. He groaned as he pumped his hips to her ass, ejaculating again and again until he emptied into her core. He leaned against her body, breathless and spent.

"Oh...," Lucy moaned as he slid free and left her against the desk, staggering back to drop into one of the chairs before his desk. "Mr. Grant..." She turned, walked carefully to kneel before him. Her hands cupped his spent cock, a little smile on her lips as he flinched with the light touch on his sensitive flesh. With a wink, she lowered her head and began to lap at him, cleaning their cum from his cock.

"Come home with me, Lucy," he growled, letting his head fall back, his eyes closing. His body hummed with the stroking of her tongue. He'd known she'd be enjoyable...but this was working out better than he'd thought. 

She lifted her head to look at him through wide dark eyes. "I only have one question...without the office, who gets to be in charge?" The sparkle in her eyes told Steve this was only going to get better.



The Admin Ch. 02



"Tomorrow I want you to wear that dark blue suit of yours, and your suspenders, and a nice bleached white shirt, with the blue rep tie." Jasmine fired off her orders like a drill sergeant while looking down at his helpless form. His cock was raging and she was pressing firmly on the head with her shoe. 

"Wear your wing tips and some nice dress socks for me as well. Marcus, don't bother wearing any underwear. No undershirt, no shorts and go buy some Patchouli Oil, you are to wear that everyday that is the only cologne you are to wear. Do you understand me? Tomorrow when you shower you are to shave your balls smooth, as far back to your ass hole as you can, and Marcus remember, if you disobey me, you're toast. Is that understood?" She asked pausing for his reply.

"Yes Jasmine" Marcus gasped as his breath , coming in ragged bits escaped from his mouth. 

"I'll do as you say" He continued, and with that he released into his slacks. Against his will, for he had totally lost control to this woman. 

Jasmine felt his cock lurch under her shoe and knew what had transpired. 

"Marcus, if you ever cum without my permission again, I'll spank your ass raw. Is that understood" She asked.

"I couldn't help it Jasmine, you've got me so excited I lost it." Marcus retorted.

She leaned forward and slapped his face, not very hard, but hard enough so he knew she meant business.

"That is not the answer I wanted to hear" Jasmine said.

"I won't cum without permission Jasmine" Marcus replied, feeling the blush rise in his cheeks. He felt totally possessed by this woman, and totally defeated. At that particular point his will was totally hers.

"Marcus, when we are alone you will call me Lady Jasmine, I feel that some formal form of address is only appropriate and I AM a lady aren't I Marcus?" Jasmine asked as she stood and walked around the desk to the door, leaving him kneeling on the floor. A wet spot appearing slowly on the crotch and thigh of his slacks. 

"Go clean up and go home Marcus. Don't forget what you are to do tonight. Do not disappoint me." Jasmine added as she opened the door and left once more not glancing back as she was sure he would obey.

Marcus knelt on the floor, shaking. His mind was a jumble or thoughts and feelings. His nerves were shot. He never in a million years thought that his fantasies, the stories, the photos would walk into his office and grab his balls. How had this become reality? He stood and leaned against the desk. He had to somehow clean up the mess in his slacks and get his ass home. He was frightened by his feelings a moment ago, all he had wanted to do was kneel between Jasmines legs and please her. Whatever she wanted to do to him would have been fine. Marcus cleaned himself best he could and made for the door. His mind was awash in the events that had transpired that day. After a quick stop at the mall to buy the cologne he hurried home.

That evening small talk with his wife was useless. He told her that he was involved in a really big, stressful project and it was eating at him. This he thought would explain his detachment. He told his wife that he had an important meeting the next day and would have to wear his best suit.

Jasmine picked the kids up at school, taken them home and did the usual evening routine. She cooked dinner for her husband and kids. Her marriage was what her community would call "traditional". Arab Americans didn't marry outside of their ethnicity without backlash, and mostly married people the family arranged. Jasmine went along with it and though she loved her husband, passion was certainly lacking. He was a typical Arab male. He was a chauvinist and believed that a woman was there to take care of him. Romance was something that he didn't bother with, and she was first and foremost the mother of his children. She hadn't really resented him and his ideals, but she knew there was something more.

Jasmine often had fantasies of having a man adore her, worship her. Someone totally at her beck and call. Jasmine and her friends were a precocious lot. As teenagers they would read books like The Story Of "O" and Young Lady Chatterly's Lover. While her girlfriends would cackle on about how strong and aggressive the men in these books were, she would fantasize that the roles were reversed. That the men were her abject slaves. They would serve her, worship her, obey her and suffer for her. Jasmine didn't share these thoughts with anyone but her best friend Aleah.

Jasmine smiled at the irony of it all. She took a secretarial job, dreading the idea of having to take orders from some son of a bitch all day and fell into a job where all her fantasies could come true. To her Marcus was the stuff of her fantasies. He was extremely intelligent, attractive, well built and had what felt like a wonderful cock. The thought of what had transpired in his office earlier kept her wet all evening and her panties were absolutely soaked through. Jasmine excused herself and told Tony that she was going to take a bath before bed. While undressing she smiled wickedly and folded her panties neatly before discarding her worn clothing into the hamper.

Jasmine poured bath oil into the steaming hot water, she put some soft music on and lit candles before letting her body slowly melt into the water. As she luxuriated in the tub she thought about having Marcus kneeling next to the tub. She wanted to do some of those things she had seen in the photos earlier. She had really enjoyed seeing a mans cock bound tightly. Their excitement obvious as their poor cocks were so red and swollen, the veins showing profusely. She imagined having Marcus naked, with a collar on. His wrists cuffed behind him to his ankles so he was forced to kneel with his cock prominently displayed. She imagined having tied his cock with a bright scarf behind his scrotum and leaving the end of the scarf on the edge of the tub. He would shave her legs and wash her hair. She would tug on his "leash" for any indiscretion. She imagined turning him over her lap too, his tight ass there to spank and put her hand prints on. She slowly lost herself in visions of using her new play toy. Absently she began running her hands over her full, heavy breasts. She tweaked her nipples gently making them pucker and stand out of the water. Her hands gently slid down to her sex, which even in the tub, was soaking wet. She quickly plunged a finger inside herself. Her orgasm came immediately and she had to bite her own lip to stifle a scream. Her toes cramped from the intensity of the pleasure she gave herself. 

Jasmine luxuriated in her newfound power. Her mind spinning with the thought of being able to mold this attractive man to her will. Jasmine slid down into the warm water, relaxing for a few moments and then finished her business in the tub. She went to bed totally relaxed and would sleep better than she had in months.

Marcus slept fitfully. His dreams coming unbidden once again. In his latest dream he was kneeling with a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. His wrists were cuffed behind him to his ankles so he was bound in a kneeling position without the benefit of the use of his arms. Jasmine was standing in front of him, wearing a pair of high heels, a cropped t shirt and a g string. She reached back and grabbed Marcus by the hair pulling him deep into the cleft of her ass. 

"Be a good slut and tongue me Marcus" Jasmine said in his dream.

"Yes Lady Jasmine, as you wish" Marcus said with reverence as he leaned into her.

Marcus woke with a start. He looked around the room and discovered he was in his own bed, next to his wife who was sleeping soundly. His cock was raging and once again dripping pre-cum profusely. He swallowed hard, and fell back into a dream filled world that almost resembled sleep. 

Marcus awoke to "FM" on the radio. Steely Dan. Thank goodness it wasn't some loud obnoxious music he thought. His head felt like he was hit with a brick or he had been drinking all night. Perhaps the hangover was from whatever enzyme was released in an addicts brain PEA or PEP. He couldn't remember for sure what the hell the stuff was called, though he was pretty sure the explanation he gave himself was accurate. He felt addicted to this, this whatever it was, and was starting to worry that his control over it was slipping.

Marcus showered, and remembering her words, shaved his scrotum smooth. He spread his legs and reached back as far as he could to his ass hole trying to get all the stray hairs. His cock slowly filled with blood as he lifted his leg and exposed his anus so he could shave cleanly. He thought how lewd he must look with his leg up pulling his ass cheek apart with one hand and shaving with the other. How had he become this, this thing? He got out of the shower, put the patchouli he purchased at the mall on liberally and dressed as he was instructed. As he dressed he was literally shaking. Never in his life had he been as excited sexually as he was and it was driving him to distraction.

The drive to work seemed like forever, when in reality it was only a twenty minute jaunt. His cock ached from being erect and there was a pre-cum spot already on his slacks at his thigh were his cock rested. Marcus immediately went into his office and closed his door. He didn't even allow himself a cup of coffee.

Jasmine woke up early, she got the kids ready and had Tony take them to school. She chose a coffee brown demi cup bra and matching g string, she put on a pair of tight dark brown dress slacks that did absolutely nothing to hide her figure. Jasmine chose a pull over knit top in brown, white and black as well. It was a sweater with half sleeves, ending between her elbows and wrists. The sweater was tight enough that her figure showed prominently yet was conservative at the same time. She put on a pair of dark brown mules over her bare freshly pedicured feet. Jasmine put her panties from the day before into a small plastic bag and deposited them into her purse. A smile crept across her face at the thought of what she had planned. She felt wickedly alive and oh so turned on.

Jasmine decided to stop at Starbucks on the way to work and purchased two lattes on medium and one large. Upon arrival she took her time unpacking her briefcase at her desk and powered up her p.c. the speakers announcing to the world that windows was booting up. 

Marcus heard the noise through his door. Panic and excitement surged through his body. His mind felt as if it were wired to an electrical outlet and he was literally shaking from the sensory overload he was experiencing. His thoughts jumped randomly. Was it Jasmine- Who was in the office so early- should he open the door and look- should he get coffee- what if she wants him to go say hello. He thought to himself that there was no way he would be able to keep going like he was, surely he would have a melt down. 

Marcus sat heavily at his desk rubbing his temples when the door opened. He quickly looked up to find Jasmine standing there holding two cups of coffee. "Your door was not locked Marcus, I brought us Lattes." He felt the tension flow out of his body as if someone pulled a drain plug. He looked at her absolutely stunning form standing there and just smiled moronically. "Jasmine, you don't know how glad I am to see you like this. I have been an absolute wreck. 

She came in and shut the door with her elbow. Jasmine set both cups of coffee down on his desk and came within inches of his reclined form. She reached down and took his chin in her hand pulling his face up. Jasmine gently reached down and kissed him on the lips, slowly sucking his bottom lip into her mouth she bit it, hard. Not hard enough to bleed but an audible moan escaped his lips. "Marcus, how did I tell you to address me in private?" she asked.

"I am supposed to call you Lady Jasmine" Marcus sputtered. "I didn't think my office was considered private space" He continued quickly.

"Marcus, look around. Do you see anyone else here" Jasmine asked sweetly. 

She feigned looking all about and then shrugged her shoulders.

Marcus looked down, that familiar feeling of being caught, or chastised by a powerful woman causing the color to rise in his face. 

"No Lady Jasmine, I'm sorry I don't see anyone here. Forgive me for not addressing you properly". Marcus said meekly. Jasmine reached down cupping his balls through his suit pants. Marcus moaned aloud, his cock jumping in his pants his eyes rolled back in his head and his hips involuntarily lurched. 

She smiled at the effect she had on him. "Marcus why don't you stand for a moment" Jasmine said sweetly. He arose from the chair as if in a trance, his knees trembling. She deftly undid his pants and let them fall about his ankles. The four hundred dollar Seville row suit becoming instant ankle cuffs. Once again Jasmine reached down and gathered his balls in her hand. 

"Good boy, you remembered to shave them. At least I know you can follow orders." she said.

She cupped them gently with one hand and took his throbbing shaft in the other, slowly stroking it. His excitement was evident on the head of his cock as the moisture dripped profusely down onto her fingertips. Jasmine looked him in the eyes. "Marcus, who does this belong to?" She asked. 

"Its yours Lady Jasmine. All yours" Marcus sputtered between breaths.

"That's right Marcus its mine, and because it is mine, I will let you know when it can come. Is that perfectly understood?" Jasmine asked while staring at him with her piercing brown eyes.

"Yes Lady Jasmine, I understand. What am I supposed to do if my wife wants me to have sex" He asked.

Jasmine let go of him and pulled him by the hair so that he was forced to his knees. His nose rested on her mons. "Marcus, I don't give a shit what you do, but you better not cum without my permission. I decide when I want to play with my toys, and no one else. That means no jacking off by yourself, or looking at nasty stories and photos, no blowjobs from the wife and no fucking, is that understood" She asked with a final yank on his hair. She let go, pushing him back on his heels. His cock betrayed his excitement despite the expression of abject fear and anger on his face. "I understand Lady Jasmine, but I don't think its reasonable. I'm married and my wife will expect certain "things". She was upon him in a flash once again grabbing his hair. She yanked it back violently. "Look you little fuck. I make the rules, you follow them. If I say don't cum" Jasmine said as she knelt down next to his face. She pulled his head back so he was forced to look into her eyes. She was right in front of him as she reached out and firmly took his scrotum in her hand she squeezed his balls firmly causing his breath to catch in his throat. "You better not fucking cum. Marcus, I like the idea of you belonging to me. You're my fuck toy, my slut, my bitch, my slave, my whore or whatever else I say you are. You WILL obey me. Jasmine said as she loosened her grip on his balls. She started massaging his shaft, lightly dragging her long, beautiful nails up and down the length of his cock. She put her other hand up to her mouth and spit in it, then she started jacking him off in earnest. She whispered into his ear. "You don't know how many pleasures await you if you only do as you are told baby. I can take you places you've only dreamed of. She breathed into his ear. 

Marcus tried to focus on what she said but his temples were pounding. He was SO close to the edge. All the passion and frustration of the past few nights were about to boil over. He started trying to fuck her hand lewdly. Jasmine squeezed the base of his cock, cutting off what naturally would have happened had she let him finish. "You haven't earned that one yet my pet" She said. She got up. "Get dressed, everyone is here and they will start to wonder what is going on here if we don't open the door." She said as stood. She took her now luke warm latte off the desk and handed it to Marcus who had just finished putting himself back together. "Go heat this up for one minute then come put it on my desk on your way back to your office. At 12:30 I want you to call me into your office to take a memo, is that understood?" Jasmine said, not so much as asking for a response but to ensure he was cognizant of what he was to do. 

"Yes Lady Jasmine, twelve thirty. Call you into my office to take a memo. Warm up your latte now. I understand." Marcus repeated. He took the latte from her and went to do as he was told. Jasmine walked back to her desk smirking. She wondered to herself what Marcus would think when she gave him her surprise. Marcus came back to her desk and put the latte down. 


"Anything else?" He asked quietly.

"Yes. Take this package and go into the bathroom." Jasmine spoke quietly. Marcus

had to lean forward to hear what Jasmine was saying. "Go into one of the stalls and open the package. I want you to take the contents out and smell it. Take your time, then I want you to wear what is in the bag, got it?" Jasmine asked. Marcus swallowed hard. "I understand" He said. He was afraid to call her Lady Jasmine in fear that someone was eavesdropping. She glowered at him as he took the package and went to the men's room. Marcus was trembling by time he reached the restroom. He went into the stall and locked the door. With his hands trembling he took the package from his suit coat pocket. He reached his hand into the paper bag and felt yet another bag which he took out to see. Folded neatly inside a small plastic baggie was a pair of Jasmines silk panties. He bit his lip to stifle a groan and pulled them from the baggie. He quickly placed the panties over his nose and inhaled her earthy scent. His cock raged in his pants as he thought how lewd this was becoming. She was turning him into an animal. He sat and inhaled her scent imagining being between her thighs. The sound of the bathroom door slamming pulled him back to reality. He took the panties from his face and sat stock still. Whomever it was took care of business and left.

Marcus quickly took his slacks down and put the panties on. It humiliated him and at the same time excited him beyond compare. He felt SO close to her, so possessed by her power over him that he almost swooned. Aside from his fantasies he never in a million years thought he would be doing what he was doing right now. He pulled the panties snug up over his hips and stuffed his still drooling cock into them.

Upon walking back to his office she leered at him from her cube, smirking. He shut his door and sat down heavily in his chair. He took his latte and drank from the cup deeply. He was too ashamed to get up and go into the break room so he finished it as it was, cold.

Marcus tried to work but his thoughts kept drifting to the events that had transpired the last few hours. Him kneeling in front of her so close that he could see the outline of her pussy through her slacks in front of him. She might as well have been a hundred miles away for all the good it did. He was denied the pleasure of seeing her, let alone touching her. He thought about how close he was to releasing and how she had denied him the privilege of his orgasm. How her touch set him on fire, Christ she was sexy! Marcus felt his cock swelling once more in the panties he was wearing. He glanced at the clock and it was twenty five minutes past twelve.

Marcus willed himself partially flaccid and got up to get Jasmine. He opened the door to find her talking to one of the other ladies in the office just outside her cube. "Jasmine, could you come here and take a memo for me" Marcus implored. "I'll be with you in a minute Marcus, just let me finish what I'm doing. Jasmine said.

Jasmine took her time speaking with Sharon. "You'd better hurry and get in there. Marcus can be a S.O.B." Sharon said seriously. "I'm not too worried about it Sharon, he'll wait and he'll like it." Jasmine said. "How can you be so indifferent about your job Jasmine?" Sharon asked. "I just know that under that crusty exterior Marcus is just a big pussy-cat." Jasmine said as she gave Sharon a disarming smile. "Alas, duty calls. I'll talk with you later" Jasmine added as she went and got a note pad and pen.




The Administrative Assistant



I used to work for a minor pro hockey team in Minnesota - and I did a lot more than the average administrative assistant. After home games, the team owner would take me up to his suite on Level 300 and get me ready for the guys. Always the same outfit: red high heels, black fishnet pantyhose with holes strategically snipped to expose my cunt and asshole, and a bra made out of interlocking white leather straps. Oh, and did I mention I was handcuffed?

There was a big foldout bed next to the mini-bar, and I'd kneel on it, waiting for them to come up. The owner's wife, a really nice lady in her late 40's who did all the marketing, would sometimes come in and go down on me beforehand. One time, on her husband's birthday, she gave him a blowjob and then watched and masturbated while he fucked me slowly in the ass for 20 minutes. Did I mention that this was my first job out of university? I was 22.

There were two younger guys, rookies, who were kind of shy at first. They would usually just come up and start slow: stroke my body, suckle my tits a little bit, always asking me how I was feeling. Donnie had a girlfriend and wouldn't fuck me, but he would always come on my tits. Jon liked to fuck me, but only if I told him straight-up that's what I wanted. He was a really tall, sweet, skinny kid. It was weird because I liked to fuck with both their heads: even though I was the one handcuffed and all, right?

One time after Jon had been banging me against the mini-bar, he took off the cuffs and we drank a few Coronas. I was getting pretty wild. He stepped out for a minute to take a piss and I wanted to show him something I like to do, something he'd never seen. When he came back in the room, I was lying on my back in the middle of the carpet with my legs up in the air, with one beer bottle thrust butt-end first deep into my soaked cunt. I'd also pushed the neck of another bottle into my ass. I was looking at Jon, taunting him with my eyes, licking my lips slowly.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. He started to get an enormous erection right away. I beckoned him over and he kneeled over me and started fucking my face. He didn't stop until he shot his load directly down my throat.

Another time, I got Donnie and Jon to beat off together in front of me. Neither of them had ever done that in the same room as another guy before. They were a little hesitant. I told them: "I don't fuckin' care. I want both of you to shoot your load on my ass, and I want it now." My cunt started to clench and cream with extraordinary excitement as I heard them jerking their long, pre-cum dripping dicks behind me. Donnie exploded over me first, cum landing across my back and trickling down my ass crack. Then it was Jon's turn: pulling back his foreskin and pressing his swollen cockhead up against my young pussy lips, he creamed three times, rapidly, covering my seam with come, right up to my urgently clenching asshole.

They uncuffed me and I told them I was going to show them what a nasty girl I was. I rubbed their come all over my body, licking it off my hands, even turning around and thrusting a sweetness-smeared finger right up my ass and looking at them to witness their gasps of arousal.

But that was Donnie and Jon. Usually, I was assigned to take on three or four guys, older guys, veterans. I liked it rough and nasty. During the game, I wouldn't even always go into the arena and watch. I would sit in my little office under the stands, hearing the cheers and boos, but I'd be reading a copy of Penthouse Letters, or maybe one of my own nasty stories, and I'd be flicking my wet bead furiously, getting myself so aroused that I just couldn't wait to get fucked.

They'd come in and hold me down on the bed, taking turns fucking me missionary-style. No asking for permission or anything. Just taking me hard. It was always after all the fans had gone home, so I could scream as loudly as I wanted. Nobody would hear me even though it was echoing through the arena. Two hungry mouths on my young, pert tits, and a hard prick in my cunt, slamming me real motherfuckin' good. I didn't have any choice in the matter. One time, the captain told me I was the greatest fuck he'd ever had in his life, and that he'd called his wife by my name while they were having sex in a suite in Hawaii over the all-star break.

I worked there for about a year and a half before moving on. The official team guide had my position listed as "Administrative Assistant," but in my personal copy, which I still have, I crossed that out and wrote "Cumslut Submissive." Still am. Always will be.



The Admiral's Invasion



*Please note. This is my first time submitting to Literotica. This is the first of series involving Admiral Griffon and Lady Wolfstone. *

Declan slammed her against the brocaded wall, the shadows heavy around them. Behind the wall the sounds of the orchestra's strings could be vaguely heard, the dun of laughter and gaiety floating up the staircase, into the forgotten room.

Adrianne was still unsure to what purpose the room served, only knowing that it was small, dim, hidden. Already she could feel the fire burning inside her, feel the sparks lighting from the trail of kisses he was lining across her collarbone. He reached the tendon in her neck, nipped, and she hissed in anticipation, rather than pain. The pins stuck in her golden brown hair clattered to the floor, little sounds that could only be heard if you were in the room. Little signals that everything else was about to come undone.

She laced her fingers through his dark hair, pulled his face up to hers, and pressed her slender body against him as their lips met. She bit his lower lip, intruded upon the whiskey flavored haven of his mouth. For a moment, she had control.

Declan pushed her back against the wall, his hands already lifting the voluminous spreads of her chiffon skirts, his fingers itching to trace the silk covered lengths of her long, slender legs, to reach her heat at the center of her. At the intrusion of her tongue into his mouth, at the primal play she invited, he let loose a low growl in the back of his throat. So she was ready then, so she was asking...

He kissed her back, moved one hand to the base of her skull and cupped her head, threaded his long fingers through the mass of her honey tinted hair, undoing several more pins, hearing the metallic click as they hit floor, but not registering their noise.He'd lifted the edge of her skirt to her waist; possessively his hands traced the lines of her thighs, circled the tied tops of her garters.

He felt her breath hitch as he toyed with the line of the garter, feeling the difference between the satin of her skin and the smooth silk of her sheer stocking. Slowly he inched away from the garter, his fingers tracing a feather light trail. He felt her muscles start to clench, felt her pause in their kiss and she waited, waited oh so patiently, craving oh so desperately for him to just touch her...there...in that secret spot he'd discovered, that spot that made her come alive and fall away from the world, shatter into a million pieces into his arms.

His hand continued his play up her leg, past the hem of her chemise, already a scandalously thin and short piece. Adrienne could her body reacting to his slow, deliberate touch, feeling the budding of her nipples, suddenly painfully oppressed, and abraded by the smooth fabric of her corset. She ached, literally throbbed.

"Declan..." She whispered his name on a broken sigh, a slow plea, asking him without any further words. Her hands had fallen lax onto his shoulders; beneath the smooth cut of his military jacket she could feel the supple strength of his shoulders, the massive weight of his muscles. He lifted away from her lips, a wicked grin baring his teeth into something more feral, more primal than a smile. In the dark she could just barely see his eyes, but she could imagine the color, passion darkened gray, ominous as a new storm, and full of the same amount of danger, of unbridled power.

"What Adrienne? What, exactly, do you want me to do?" He drawled the words out in a slow tone, his voice as smooth, as deliciously dark as the finest scotch. She met his gaze, her hazel eyes unseen in the barely lit room and exhaled on a shaky breath. His fingers were still tracing, but momentarily stopped in their travels, merely teasing, only inches away from where she needed him most...

He'd told her she'd beg the next time. Informed her blatantly that he wouldn't give her the satisfaction, the primal unparalleled reaction he'd given her before until she'd agreed to his terms. And damn her, the addicted fool, she'd agreed.

"Touch me. Please." She could only barely say the words, astounded still by the raw, deep line of desire streaked through the words, the husky pitch of her voice.

"Touch you?" He responded as if it was a debate, as if he wasn't sure that he was so inclined to oblige. 

"And where, exactly, do you want me to touch you?" He drew away his hand from her thigh, let her skirts fall back to the floor. Her breath hissed out in outrage, in expectations fallen short.

"Here?" He placed hishand on the tight curve of her waist, idly stroked her chiffon covered side. "Mm, no. I think not." He tsked, so in control, so deliberate, so completely and utterly unmoved by the same passion, the same desire that was running rampart through her veins, a dark tempo, a seductive, intoxicating blend of something far more powerful than any champagne offered at the ball, any opium found in any den. Then his hand moved again, to the scandalously cut line of her dress, to the heart shaped neckline that framed her breasts, pushed up by the too tight corset, on display for no one but him. All night, she'd danced, whirled, with countless partners. Even so, she'd never been able to miss him Declan Griffons, the admiral, young, dashing, delightfully mysterious.

Her lover. Her love. The man she swore not to marry. The man she couldn't afford to marry. The man who could bring her to her knees with just a look, make her melt with just a kiss, make her....

His hand pushed aside the fragile cloth over her breasts, ripping the fine stitching that held the fragile fabric in place. Unrestrained, they fell into his hands. The pert globes were a perfect fit in the large, tanned expanse of his hands. Idly he stroked a thumb over the ruched ball of one nipple, stained a dusky red, and the he flicked his finger again, made her breath hitch once more.

His head moved down to her neck, nuzzled the side of her, his lips traced one lobe, bit the tender flesh before continuing. She'd stilled again, stopped breathing, unable to respond. How he managed to make her, Lady Adrienne Wolfstone, the most outrageous, outspoken, most certainly not powerless woman of the Elite class of the London ton become so weak that she couldn't even breathe was beyond her.

The hot searing heat of his lips pressed against the tight bud of her nipple, and she arched beneath him, exhaled a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. He suckled her, a hot brand against her all too sensitive flesh, then drew the pebbled piece between his teeth, lightly brushed the sharp edges across the too sensitive peak and her moan escaped her, low, primal, heavy with need, with pent up desire, with an aching, unrestrained urge to have him, all of him, deep within her, fulfilling her, loving her, making her completely, irrevocably, his.

Declan's battle roughened fingers caressed the satiny smooth expanse of her breasts, his thumb flicking idly over the pebbled point of one nipple, while his mouth wreaked havoc on her other. Even so, it wasn't enough; the urgent heat in her veins, the inner being she'd been mentally referring to as a succubus-- she was hungry, anxious; she needed more.

"Stop. Touch me-- there. Now." Her voice was a husky demand, a growl of pent up desire and barely constrained. He lifted his head, tilted his lips into that almost feral, almost primal, delightfully cannibalistic and completely demonic smile.

Declan pulled back, ignoring the dull roar in his own ears, the surge beneath his pulse. Her demand wasn't quite the pleading he'd had in mind...he studied her face, the heart shape barely outlined in the shadows could vaguely see the plush, cupids bow shape of her lips, lightly swollen from his bruising kiss. From those moments in which he'd slammed her into the room, in which he'd lost all control....

Seeing her, flirting, smiling at every other man, then looking to him; her hazel eyes flashing across the room, her brows arched not in challenge, but a demand. Her lips curved in a smile that only he knew the meaning of, her fingers, so animated as she talked to the other man, beckoning him, summoning him, commanding him. 

Who was he to refuse? What kind of man wouldn't take Lady Adrienne Wolfstone, wouldn't take the woman, so near to her last season, and yet so very, very, lithe, slender, supple, youthful, radiant? What man could resist such a smile, such a flick of her lashes, such an imperious twist of her wrists, and not feel his own dominant nature, his own primal beast roar within him at the challenge?

He was no longer a mere soldier, damnit, he was an Admiral, a hard earned title, and he sure as hell didn't take orders. Especially not from some tiny chit barely the height of his shoulders, even if when he looked at her he could only imagine the sight of her golden brown hair spread out on the white sheets, her skin flushed from his touches, his kisses, his skin still burning from the shallow gouges she'd dug into his shoulders as he drove into her, over and over again, eliciting every decadent, delicious, all too seductive moan as he pushed all the way, then withdrew, only to take her again, again...

Boldly, blatantly, defiantly Adrienne decided she'd finished with his game-- and reached for the bulge in his breeches, grasped the hot length of him, deftly undid the flaps-- a skill he'd taught her, but hadn't honestly expected her to utilize so quickly, effectively....

Her fingers brushed over the smooth skin covering his iron cored shaft, pulled his manhood between her all too eager hands, felt his head twitch in response as she flicked a finger over the sensitive tip.

"Don't touch me. Fuck me. Now." She'd never said the word before-- only overheard it from the street riffraff, inquired after the meaning to her maid...and been thoroughly shocked at the rough term, so very unsuitable for her very prim ladylike ears.

However, the word fit quite perfectly with what she wanted-- she didn't want the slow seduction of the night before-- she wanted him to take her, roughly, without abandon, without his games-- she wanted him to fuck her. Here. Now.

He hissed between his perfectly white teeth, fought against his iron self-control, and then she said that word-- the word that should never have passed the refined lips of Lady Wolfstone-- and aroused him with the blunt command more than any woman previously had. There was something so wrong with her saying that filthy word, and yet that something made his inner demon roar, his iron self-control vanish, his cock twitch in anticipation, his hand slam her back against the wall....

He claimed her lips in a hard, angry kiss, bit her lower lip till she opened, nipped perhaps too sharply on the tender flesh. His hand were busy, lifting the folds of her skirts, pulling them higher, ever higher, until her reached her waist. He didn't wait-- he didn't try to continue her seduction, to make her beg. She'd finished that game with one single word.

She wanted him to fuck her.

And fuck her he would. Thoroughly. Until she couldn't move.

And then, because she'd so easily dismissed his self-control, he'd put her back together again and make her walk out into that ballroom, into the glittering world of the ton, and make sure that she completely understood-- she'd wanted to be fucked; no one in that room, none of the fop's and dandies could, or would ever touch her, make her scream, make her moan, like he was about to. She wasn't wearing anything under her chemise. His fingers found her core, hot, ready, already wet, waiting for him. He slammed her back up against the wall-- she'd developed an annoying habit of trying to move away, and he wasn't having any of her antics.

He placed the blunt head of his erection against her entrance, unsheltered, uncovered, and paused, waiting, trying to cool his blood, to regain his control before he ravished her, hurt her...

"Now!" She dug her nails into his scalp, flexed her hips up to his, and then, with one smooth movement, he hefted his arm about her waist, pulled her up, slid into the slick heat of her sheath with one sure stroke. And stopped, shuddered, as her walls contracted about him-- she was so damned, unbearably, deliciously tight...

She hooked one leg about his waist, pulling him closer, ignoring the sound of the delicate chiffon as it ripped in the process. She wanted him, deeper, all the way...Then he bucked, thrust, and she was lost...

He growled; a primal noise only he could make and gripped her harder, pulled back only to thrust again, deeper, filling her, taking her onto the ride she'd asked for. He wasn't gentle, soft, easy...it was brutal mating, a proper fucking. In response she arched against the wall, pushed towards him-- dug her nails into the smooth fabric of his jacket. She ached, she needed, something, further....



The Admission



We had been seeing each other for a while now, and each time the sex was getting better. Little discoveries of pleasure spots each time had led to some very hot sessions.

This particular day I heard her car pull up and waited for her to come inside. In the background the TV was playing a porn movie the sound track betraying the moans and squeals of pleasure from the various actresses. As she walked through the door in a glance I took her in noticing her hard nipples under her clothing and the slight flush on her cheeks and throat. I moved towards her and took her in my arms passionately kissing her lips sliding my tongue into her mouth, my hand dropping to clutch one of her ass cheeks in my hand.

I felt her thrust her hips into mine causing my cock to thicken and lengthen. She continued to grind against me while sucking my tongue in her mouth; I cup one of her tits in my hand gently stroking the nipple making it harden even further. 

Her breathing was starting to get a little ragged and I could feel her body trembling all over.

I broke off the embrace and led her to the couch and told her to sit down. Once seated, she reached out and cupped my bulge in her hand, and looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes.

I tell her to wait there and go out of the room.

When I return I have shaving foam a razor and a bowl of warm water I also have a towel. While putting the equipment down I feel my pants being opened then she puts my cock to her lips and slides my cock straight to the back of her throat. I reach down and grip her nipples between my fingers and squeeze hard, which drives a moan from her throat and an increase in the tempo she is sliding her mouth up and down my throbbing thick tool, at the same time she gently scratches my sack with her long fingernails. I look down and see a bright red ring encircling my cock where her lipstick has rubbed off.

Meanwhile the porn film continues the slapping sound of fucking and the moans of the starlet add to the eroticism of the moment.

A mew of disappointment escapes her throat as I withdraw my cock from her mouth and start to get set for shaving her cunt, which I can already smell the musk which just serves to excite me further.

I slide a towel under her ass and tell her to spread her legs wide and place her feet on the seat so she is wide open for me to see. I can't resist a lick of her very wet creamy hole and stiff clit before I get to the business of shaving her. 

Reluctantly I relinquish her clit, and start to apply the shaving foam all over her cunt getting it very lathered up.

Next I take the razor and remove the hair around the outside shaving it very smooth, then I pull one of her labia gently out and carefully shave her labia then the other.

Once finished I apply a warm flannel and the water to clean the foam and hair away gently, and then dry her cunt with a towel.

Now I can truly see all aspects of her cunt her clit peeking out her piss hole and her dripping moist hole as well. As I watch I see moisture form and start to flow out down her ass glistening in the light, I lean in and lick it up.

I sit beside her and we start to concentrate on the movie. I feel her hand reach over and it encircles my throbbing cock. She is also fingering her own cunt frigging her clit and breathing deeply.

The scene in the film involves two men and a woman, the woman is on her hands and knees, she is deep throating the man in front of her, meanwhile the man behind her is slowly sliding his cock into the woman's asshole.

I here her gasp and turn to ask what is wrong?

For a long time there is no reply, only the sensation of her hand tightening its grip on my cock and the tempo increasing both on my cock and her clit. I also hear her breathing becoming more ragged. The scene on the TV is reaching its crescendo the men both nearing their climaxes when she says to me "babe I want you to fuck my ass tonight! I have been wanting to tell you for a while now"

I look at her face and see she is blushing but also I see a look of pure lust in her eyes.

It is a lot to absorb but my cock betrays my excitement by twitching in her hand.

We roll into a 69 on the floor my cock slides deeply into her mouth and she opens her throat and my cock slides right down until it is totally engulfed, my balls resting on her lips. There is already a river of juice dribbling from her smooth shaved cunt.

I lick slowly from her asshole right up to her clit lingering at her hole and her piss slit.

Back and forward my tongue goes from dipping into her asshole sliding up pausing to dip into her wet hole then lingering on her peehole for a moment or two then swirling up to her clit, then, repeating the movement in reverse lingering over her peehole, every time I do this I feel her jump. I slide my tongue over her open cunt hole and down to her puckered brown hole, when I get there I poke my tongue into the hole just teasing and opening it up. Wanting it to open up for me. The musky pungent scent of her asshole thrills me and I thrust deep into her mouth, all the time fingering and licking her ass hole and cunt.

All of this tongue action on her rosebud and cunt are starting to have their effect and the moans coming from her throat vibrate along the length of my cock. Continuing with my oral assault causes her to start to writhe around, and the moans coming from her increase in volume and pitch. Still licking and fingering I feel her nails sink into my ass cheeks, and her cunt is now wide open and copious quantities of her nectar are flowing out and running down between her ass cheeks and over her asshole. Increasing my licking tempo I feel her whole body tense, her moans are now shrieks screaming over and over again i'm gonna cum. Now. its time for me to take her over the edge. I start to bite her clit then run my tongue into her peehole over and over again, her body arches and her shrieks become one drawn out scream, suddenly my face gets soaked as her cunt squirts again and again I continue to lick and am rewarded with even more juice, shortly after this she goes limp her breathing ragged.

When she has recovered she says to me oh wow that's the best orgasm I have ever had mmmmnnn she almost sounds like she is purring.

We now go to the bedroom and I flop onto the bed, immediately I feel a mouth engulfing my cock sucking me in deeply while gently squeezing my balls.

Her mouth is like a vacuum almost sucking my balls out through my cock and I start to moan. I thrust upwards fucking her mouth rapidly reaching deep into her throat each time I feel my balls start to constrict, I am in heaven when. She stops sucking and stands.

I start to complain when she turns round and plunges her cunt right to my cock's base and starts to ride me hard, my cock and balls getting saturated by the copious flow of her cunt juice. She starts to ride me up and down faster and faster, she screams out as she cums again. After about five minutes she gets off me again and gets on to her hands and knees! She turns to look at me with lust glazed eyes and says to me FUCK MY ASS NOW STUD!

I move up behind her, and apply some lube to her ass and slide my finger in then two stretching her asshole I slide the third finger in and feel her ass dilating, I reach around and start fingering her clit, the screams are starting again as I position the head of my now engorged cock at her asshole entrance. With one smooth thrust I slide my cock into her asshole to the hilt. I wait a few seconds for her ring to adjust to the girth of my cock before I start to thrust in and out sliding the whole 7" of my cock right out then back in again slowly building speed. I start to feel her thrusting back towards me as I push in and I hear her starting to keen louder and louder. I once more reach around and start to flick her clit, as I thrust in harder and faster, my fingers are now saturated and I feel my balls tighten again, I know now I am about to cum in her asshole and tell her so.

Into overdrive I go thrusting in and out faster and faster, I am aware of her thrusting back at me and this drives me over the edge I shout out ohhhh fuuuck i'm Cumming! As my cum starts to spurt into her ass I feel her cunt contract and my hand is seared by gush after gush from her cunt, she is speaking but it is just incomprehensible babble as she writhes on my cock, the cum is still gushing from my cock into her asshole. Slowly we come back to reality and collapse on the bed totally spent my softening cock still lodged in her ass. We can hardly speak or move, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close to me we cuddle this way as we gradually drift off to sleep together.