3 comments/ 21373 views/ 5 favorites Nicole Ch. 01 By: eroslit "Hello, Nicole. What can I do for you?" "Hi, Mr. Jones. I'm taking Carol's place today. Here's last week's report." The pretty, twenty five year old brunette handed a thin stack of papers to the corporate vice president. She appreciated his smile, but would have valued a look in the eyes even more. As usual, Kevin Jones was only aware that the top of her blouse gave him a fleeting glance at her abundant breasts. Nicole hated Kevin. Sort of. Yes, he was an egotistical, sexist, maybe even perverted, forty five year old man. But, God, he was handsome and broad-shouldered and, well, hung like a horse. Nicole had worked for the company for eleven months. She'd fucked Kevin Jones nine times; no, make that ten. There was the incident in the parking garage when he asked her to work late. Had she ever received anything in the form of compensation other than his substantial cock time and again drilling her until she came so hard she was turned inside out? Not once. And she was getting annoyed. "Thanks, Nicole. You look especially fine today." She grinned. "Thank you. I'm glad you approve. Hey, while I'm here, I wondered if we could talk about something." Kevin's stomach tightened. "Sure. What?" "Next month is my one year anniversary here," she said. "I'm ready for a new challenge. A promotion, if you know of anything that's open." A rush of relief burst through the VP's muscular frame, as well as a multitude of possibilities. "There might be. I'd have to think about it," he said. "Why don't you come back at noon, after Helen is gone, and we can talk." Nicole despised his mole-like secretary as much as Kevin did. Helen was a meddlesome, vindictive old woman who only had her job because she was the president's sister. You could set your watch by Helen leaving her desk at noon and not a second later. "OK," Nicole replied, already suspicious of Kevin's timing. "Should I bring anything?" His eyes were locked hard on her ass as she walked towards the door. "Uh, no." Nicole always debated with herself as to what persona she should exhibit at work. She had a college degree. She was not stupid. But her physical assets were not to be discarded, either. To that end, she was known for wearing clothes considered totally inappropriate by Helen, but only mildly out of place by others. On this day, knowing she might meet with Kevin, she chose a sheer blouse and short, tight skirt. So the debate raged on: depend on her education and wait forever, or use her body and risk the wrath of other women in the company while she advanced. Nicole didn't need much in the way of a hair stylist or makeup artist. Her brunette hair was short, naturally wavy, and extremely sexy with the simplest cut. Her tan complexion and fascinating eyes didn't need much help. Her hourglass figure required minimum maintenance. Thus, she entered Kevin's office at one minute past noon...and locked the door behind her. "I know this will be hard for you Kevin, but I'd like this to be a serious discussion," Nicole said as she sauntered toward a chair. "Then why did you lock the door?" "Because I know you." She sat down and Kevin took in every inch of her exposed thighs. Nicole leisurely crossed her legs and tugged on her little skirt. "So you want a promotion," he said, leaning back in his massive chair and putting his hands behind his head. "Justify it, Nicole." "Well, I've completed every single assignment given to me on time, or early," she said. "I've volunteered for..." And Nicole went on for two or three minutes listing significant accomplishments during the past year. Kevin listened intently, or at least he appeared to. When she was finished, he hesitated, sighed deeply, and slid off his chair. He walked around his desk to where Nicole sat. She watched him vanish briefly behind her. Then his hands were on her shoulders. "Nicole. Nicole. Nicole," he said, starting a tender massage. "All those things are in your job description. You've proven to be a competent employee who meets all expectations." She could feel her blood pressure rising. "Competent? You fuck me while tossing me around like a rag doll and I'm just 'competent'? Apparently I'm a little more 'competent' than that teenager you call a girlfriend." "She's twenty three, Nicole. And I'm not sure maligning your boss' girlfriend is good for career advancement," Kevin said calmly. "What more do I have to do!?" Kevin slid his hands down Nicole's neck and inside the collar of her blouse. Her angst mixed with stimulation and her pulse rate soared. She felt his fingers slide along the straps of her bra towards her breast. Nicole nearly jumped out of her chair, with Kevin removing his hands just in time. "Quit it, Kevin. You're a pig!" She spun to face him and attempted a slap. He caught it easily and pushed her backwards. Nicole stumbled sideways and used one hand to prop herself against his desk. Kevin was upon her before she could react. Kevin turned her so she faced the desk and he wrapped his arms around her body. His fingers clutched at the buttons of her blouse and popped them open in no particular order. Nicole struggled with louder and louder whimpers as her bra-covered tits were exposed. Kevin yanked the blouse out of her skirt and hurriedly unhooked her bra, applying enough pressure with his lower body to keep her from turning around. His hands were back on her tits, pushing the bra aside and kneading the skin roughly. He pulled on the nipples and Nicole whined. "Stop it, Kevin!" "I'm going to give you your usual choice, Nicole," he said, panting. "Take off your panties or let me rip them off." "Not this time, you asshole!" Kevin rolled the nipples between his fingers and pressed his rigid cock against her ass. She felt the familiar shudders flow down to her pussy. She felt the thick cock in her crack. "Do it!" he demanded. One of his hands moved between her legs and pulled on her silk panties, seeking out her pussy at the same time. A couple fingers slid under the fabric and tried to invade her cunt. Then Nicole did it. Like clockwork, she pulled on the panties. Kevin backed away and watched her slide them off before tossing them aside. He pushed her against the desk once more and lifted the skirt. Her beautiful bare ass was staring back at him. As he pulled out his cock, he said to her, "THIS will get you more promotions than anything else you do, Nicole. Don't ever forget that." He spread her legs with his hands and pulled back on her hips. He didn't need to wonder what it would feel like. He already knew she had the tightest cunt he'd ever felt. She would be wet and warm. Her muscles would envelop his cock and work on it the entire time they fucked. He was never disappointed. "At least give me an office," she said. Before answering, he thrust into her and exhaled a deep groan. Nicole muffled her cries the best she could, but she, too, knew what to expect. He was huge. He was wonderful. And they would cum in torrents. "Which one?" Kevin puffed. He pulled on her bra and blouse until her tits were easily accessible. Their bodies smacked together in a constant rhythm and their moans combined into one steady stream of noise. Nicole leaned on the desk, shoving her ass back at Kevin. He pounded her harder and faster. "The one Wilson is scheduled to move into," Nicole gasped. It rarely took very long for them to cum. They'd never really made love. They fucked. And their orgasms were long and loud. Nicole's feet were nearly off the ground by the time they were done. She rested on the desk and heard Kevin's zipper. Nicole pushed her skirt down. "I don't think I can do that," Kevin said nonchalantly. "Then I will," she muttered, reaching down for her panties. ### Mark Wilson could have been a cartoon character. He was an accountant; in his late forties, early fifties; thick glasses. At some time in the not-too-distant past he had finally removed his pocket protector. Introverted to an extreme, Mark had nobody in the office he could call a real friend. He spent most of his eight hours at work hunched over his paperwork or squinting at the computer screen. Most people believed he was married, but nobody had ever seen the lucky woman. The only time Nicole was forced to talk to him, Mark had not once looked up at her. Now she was faced with the task of single-handedly convincing him she was better suited for his new office than he was. Perhaps, she thought, it would take both hands. Mark was well known for getting to work early. Nicole wasn't. But she made an exception one day and, as luck had it, she found him inside the empty office he was to occupy. She knew right away destiny was on her side. "Hi, Mark," Nicole said while leaning on the doorframe. Mark jumped at the unexpected sound of her voice. "Oh, hi...uh...Nicole." "Checking out the new pad?" He grinned shyly. "Kind of." "I love the window. Great view," she said. "Yep." She purposely had worn her v-neck sweater without a bra for the occasion. Her dress slacks were the tightest she owned. Nicole stood with her arms crossed under her tits, pushing them up against the soft material of the sweater. For the first time, Mark seemed to notice. "So when do you move in?" "Next week, I think," Mark answered. Nicole took a quick peek down the hallway and slid inside the office, closing the door behind her. The befuddled look on Mark's face grew more pronounced. "A lot of us sure would like to work in here," she said, swaying her hips the best she could on the short walk over to him. "What would it take to let me have it instead, Mark? The tone of her voice and the smile on her face were intentionally tempting. Nicole arched her back slightly and pushed out her chest. Mark's discomfort was palpable. "I don't think...I mean, I don't know that I can." Nicole put her hand on his arm, very lightly. "Oh, c'mon, Mark. You can do anything if you really want it bad enough." She could feel him try to escape her touch without showing it. She wouldn't let him. She nearly whispered, "Do you really want it, Mark?" He had no clue how to answer her. He wanted to get away from her...fast. Mark took a step back. Nicole took one forward. "I need to get to work, Nicole." "You haven't heard my proposition yet," she said. "I really don't..." Her hand moved from his arm to his crotch. The look on his face nearly made Nicole break out in hysterical laughter. "I'll make a down payment today," she said, grasping at his cock. "And if you agree to let me have the office, the balance will be due." She didn't wait for an answer, and it's a good thing. One wasn't coming. Nicole found Mark's zipper and pulled it down. He tried to move and she put both hands on his legs. Once Mark was still, she reached inside his pants, muddled through his boxers, and found his cock. Nicole leaned forward and threatened to kiss him. "Touch me, Mark," she murmured. "Touch my tits." He shook his head and mumbled 'No.' Nicole stroked his cock with more authority. "Touch them." He looked down at the firmest, fullest pair of tits he'd ever seen in person. His cock hardened. His heart raced. Then one hand moved and brushed along the bottom of one tit. Nicole smiled her approval and the hand moved up the side of the tit. Soon, he was cupping it with the sweater acting as a buffer. "Touch it, Mark. Inside the sweater. I want to feel your hand on my nipple." She pulled the cock out of his pants while she spoke. It was semi-erect and getting harder by the second. Mark felt her skin and pushed the sweater down with his hand while slowly exposing more and more of the breast. Finally, his fingers were inside, touching all around the nipple. "Right there," Nicole whispered. Mark touched it. Two fingers slid back and forth across the erect nub of skin. He clutched at her entire breast with his hand, a little more urgency in his actions as his erection grew. "Lick it, Mark." He was beyond refusing her demands no matter how wicked she got. The opportunity before him overruled any and all common sense he fought to use. It wasn't a matter of how long it had been since he had sucked on tits like Nicole's. It had NEVER happened. And this might be his only shot at it. He tugged on the sweater until her nipple came into view. He tilted his head down and began sucking on the end of the tit with surprising vigor. Nicole had to moan, despite her belief the little twerp couldn't make her. Soon, he had most of it in his mouth. Nicole let him play for a moment, and then kneeled down in front of him. Mark watched in astonishment as the gorgeous, young woman, one tit hanging out of her sweater, opened her mouth and slid the tip of his cock inside. Her lips closed and clung to him tightly as she slid down the entire length of his shaft. Mark didn't know it, but he was getting the best Nicole had. This was important to her; it meant getting the office if she did this right, and God did she do it right. Her mouth and tongue were magical the way they coaxed every inch out of Mark's little-used cock. Her hands worked over his balls and the base of the cock. Her lips tried to rip the head right off. Soon, Mark had a hand on the top of Nicole's head; half as a means of staying upright on his wobbly legs and half to encourage her not to stop. She didn't intend to stop until every single drop of cum was drained from his penis. That came a minute later. With a dramatic grunt, his orgasm started. It ended soon enough, with only a small drip of cum escaping onto Nicole's chin. Mark's head was still spinning when he watched her wipe it off with the back of her hand. She stood up, put her tit back inside her sweater, and said, "That's the deposit. Let me have the office, Mark, and we'll close the deal." She took his hand and ran it over her pussy. She thought he would collapse. He nodded weakly. "It's yours." Nicole kissed him. "We'll talk again after I'm settled in." ### Three days later, much to the surprise of almost everybody in the company, Nicole had a new office. She was rearranging pictures on the top of the bookshelf that afternoon when her phone rang. She punched the speaker button and said, "This is Nicole." "Pick up, Nicole. This is Kevin." Nicole whined as she circled the desk, plopped into the large chair, and picked up the receiver. "Yes?" "I've got an assignment for you," he said. "Do you know you have not come down to visit me in my office yet? Does it piss you off so much that..." "Listen to me Nicole. This is important." "So's my office. You have to come see it," she insisted. "If I promise to, will you listen to me?" "Go ahead, Mr. Vice President." "I'm going to be walking a prospective client around tomorrow. This guy is BIG," Kevin said. "I don't do fat dudes." "Shut up, Nicole, for just one minute. Please," Kevin pleaded. "Alright. Alright." "If we get this guy's business, we'll be set for a decade. This is huge for us, understand?" "Huh huh," she acknowledged, exerting more interest inspecting her fingernails than listening to Kevin. "Not that it probably matters to you, but he's not some old fart. I'd guess he's younger than me and..." "Who isn't?" Nicole interrupted. "And not bad looking," Kevin finished without comment. "And single. I want him to meet you. He'll be here a couple days. You might want to offer to show him some places for lunch." After a short pause, Kevin said, "There might be a promotion in this for you, Nicole." "Let me get this straight," she said, resting her feet on the desk. "Fucking you doesn't get me a promotion. Fucking a prospective client does." "Depends on the client," Kevin replied. "And I didn't say anything about fucking him." "You implied it." "If you take him to lunch, maybe he'll take you to dinner. Who knows what'll happen," Kevin said. "Worst case scenario for you, Nicole—two meals with a good looking guy. What harm was done?" "Worst case scenario for me—he's gay." She heard Kevin trying to conceal his chuckle. "We don't discriminate at this company, Nicole." "I do," she retorted quickly. "I need your word on this one, Kevin. No fucking around. If I do this and we get the deal, I want the paperwork signed on my promotion the next day. If not, I'll rip your scrawny little balls right out of your body. Understood?" "Will you use your teeth?" "Fuck you!" Kevin heard the dial tone, but knew he had a deal. Michael Teal was Australian. He owned a distribution firm that could get the product Kevin and Nicole's company produced into the entire southeast Asia and Malaysia markets cheaper than anybody. Profits would soar overnight. Michael needed more North American made goods to expand. Tons of them existed, with each manufacturer more anxious than the next to get their goods overseas. Michael was in the driver's seat when it came to bargaining. He was offered kickbacks, bribes, incentives, and other illegal gifts by almost everybody he talked to. He accepted some; refused others. Michael was thirty nine. His light brown hair, deep tan, and sturdy features made him the target of many fortune-seeking females back home. But Michael didn't have time for a wife. He got his sex from an on-again, off-again girlfriend in Brisbane or an occasional acquaintance on the road. He was about to meet his biggest challenge yet. Nicole lightly rapped on the door to Kevin's office. "Come in," she heard him say. Michael was sitting on the couch, an iPad resting on his knees. He looked up and stared fixedly at the young woman who entered. Nicole smiled back and looked at Kevin. "Hi, Nicole," he said. "I'd like you to meet Michael Teal. He's visiting us from Australia and I was hoping you'd be willing to take him to lunch. Maybe show him what's in the neighborhood of the Hyatt where he's staying." Michael had risen from the couch and she offered him her hand. His grip was gentle and lingering. "Sure. Love to," she replied while she and Michael gazed at each other. He motioned for her to join him on the couch. "Thank you," Michael said. "I trust your taste." "I'm not a connoisseur," she said. "I hope you like greasy American." "Love it," he said, knowing she didn't believe him. "Although it looks like you don't indulge in much of it." She wore a simple top tucked into another pair of form hugging pants. As always, she looked good enough to eat. "Thanks." Kevin was encouraged by Michael's apparent approval of the arranged date. He'd find out soon enough if Nicole endorsed it. But in the end, her opinion really didn't matter that much to him. They chatted informally for another fifteen minutes and then the time was arranged for Nicole to come back and accompany Michael to lunch. She left the office with four eyes on her ass. She could feel them. Nicole was glad she wasn't instantly repulsed by Michael, but only time together would tell if he was truly the leech she thought he was. It alarmed her that the fact he might be excited her. She loved challenges. She loved guys in charge that she could wrap around her little finger. Life was a game for Nicole and she hated to lose. Nicole and Michael headed out into the city streets at the appointed time. It was already extremely warm for the time of year and Nicole recommended one of the first places they came to, just to get back into air conditioning. Michael agreed, as he would have done to any recommendation, and they were soon seated and served. She found him surprisingly refreshing with his great accent and quick, dry wit. Sure, his eyes wandered...like all men. But if she was going to win this game, it was a necessity that they do. Nicole went out of her way to ask about his private life and flirt even a little more than she normally would with a new guy. Nicole Ch. 01 By the time lunch was over, meeting again was almost a certainty. "I assume you are doing this at Kevin's request," Michael said to Nicole as they were about to leave. She shrugged. "Perhaps. But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it." "Enough to do again?" "Absolutely," she said. "Tomorrow? For dinner?" She wondered why not tonight for dinner? She nodded. "It doesn't have to be greasy American." Michael laughed. "Walk me around a few blocks and pick out a spot." She gladly escorted him past a steakhouse she knew was good. "It's nice and dark in there at night. That way you won't be embarrassed being seen with me." "I thought you were going to say you like it nice and dark." Nicole tilted her head to the side. "Depends on what I'm doing at the time." After a pause, she added, "I do like to see what I'm putting in my mouth." Her tongue ran over her lips. Even if it was unconsciously done, it was brilliant. Michael wanted to fuck her against the outside of the building, in broad daylight. He gathered himself and said, "I'm not sure I can wait." "It'll be fun," Nicole said with confidence. ### Michael had no particular reason for waiting an extra day to have dinner with Nicole other than not wanting to appear overly anxious. If Kevin was going to offer her up as a gift, Michael would accept graciously. But he didn't want to look greedy. Thus, as he undressed in his hotel room that night, Michael could think of nothing but Nicole. He recalled every inch of her body, from the luscious curves of her breasts, to the tiny waist, to her beautiful ass. He rubbed his cock through his boxers while walking from the bathroom to the couch in the large room. The TV was off. He sat and closed his eyes. Michael thought about what it would be like to touch her wavy hair, and then her tits. His cock grew thicker and he put a hand around it, using his shorts as a buffer. He imagined lifting her shirt and seeing the stiff nipples begging for his lips and tongue. Michael slipped his erection out the opening of his boxers and pulled on it more vigorously. He slouched down and thought some more—about pushing her pants down and seeing the round cheeks of her ass and the lush lips of her pussy. He was masturbating at full speed when the imaginary Nicole stripped for him. Her nudity was indescribable. She turned around for him and bent over to reveal her ass and cunt. Precum dripped out the top of his rigid cock. Nicole was coming to him and straddling his lap. She was lowering her body onto his cock and... Michael shoved the cock inside his shorts just in time. Gush after gush of warm cum gathered on the thin material as he rubbed himself frantically. His moans were lengthy and loud and his palm was sticky wet from the accumulated semen. He rested his head on the cushion when it was over. He had to have her, no matter what it cost him. With a similar thought in mind, Nicole wore a stunning summer dress to dinner the next day. It was perfect on her youthful frame, yet mature enough for an evening out. The neckline plunged to the point of making a bra useless and the hem flowed when she walked. Even in the dimly lit restaurant, she was the focus of attention of many men that night. Not the least of which sat across from her, trying to concentrate as they spoke and laughed and ate. "What do you want to be doing in five years?" Michael asked his date. "Is this an interview?" Nicole queried. Michael smiled. "No. Not at all. I'm just interested." "I'm going to marry a filthy rich old man. So I won't be doing much besides laying out in the sun, sipping fruity drinks." "Admirable," he said between bites, clearly in sarcasm. "How about you?" He looked up at Nicole. "I'll be mixing your drinks." She nearly choked in her attempt to withhold her laughter. With a hand over her mouth, she swallowed what she could. After a moment, she said, "I'll need help with lotion sometimes." "At your service, madam." "Actually, we have this reversed," Nicole said seriously. "I'm more the submissive type." With raised eyebrows, Michael replied, "Really. How interesting. I would have never guessed that." He took a bite. "You like being ordered around?" "Within reason." "And if you don't obey?" Nicole stared into his eyes. "Oh, spanking. For sure." Michael's cock strained against his pants. Thank God for fancy restaurants with tablecloths. He watched Nicole's tits as she reached for a roll. They tilted in the direction of her outstretched arm, pushing against the dress in a futile effort to escape. As she leaned back, the cleavage returned to normal, which for Nicole meant a dazzling display of soft skin. "Have you ever tried domination?" she asked casually. Michael shook his head. "No. You?" "Nope. Never had a guy I trusted." "That's too bad." "It is, isn't it," she said with regret in her voice. "But who CAN you trust these days?" There was a moment's silence as they came down from their short-lived fantasy. Unbeknownst to Michael, Nicole's body was reverberating with stimulation. She wondered if the whole restaurant could see her throbbing, erect nipples. Or if they knew her pussy was soaking wet. "It might not be fruity, but can I pour you a drink at the hotel before you go home?" Michael asked. "You can," Nicole replied, her heart racing. She thought to herself, 'How am I ever going to make it sound to Kevin as though I only did this for him?' Michael asked himself if he was misreading her intent. It had happened to him before. But not with somebody as lovely as Nicole. He prayed he was right. His hotel room was elegant by Nicole's inexperienced standards. It was a small suite with a separate bedroom, living room and kitchenette. He led her to the living room and asked her to sit while he got them each a glass of wine. Their conversation was relaxed and enjoyable. There weren't any more innuendos and both seemed to be fine with that. Eventually, Nicole placed her near-empty glass on the table and Michael said, "Let me know when you need to get back." "Thanks. I think I'll stay a while if that's OK with you," Nicole said, rising from the couch. "Certainly," Michael said, watching her walk past with interest. She turned the corner out of sight in the direction of the bedroom. Silence followed in the thirty seconds or so that she was gone. Then she reappeared. Michael couldn't tell at first what she held in her hands. As soon as Nicole stretched it out, she knew. She had one of his ties. Nicole lifted it to her face and slowly wrapped it around so that it covered her eyes. A few seconds later, it was tightly tied behind her head. Michael stood up. Standing directly in front of Nicole, he asked, "Do you trust me?" "Completely." "Unzip your dress, Nicole." She grinned. "No." "Are you disobeying me?" "You heard me," she replied. Michael put his arm around Nicole and she shrieked with surprise. He lifted the young woman a few inches off her feet and took her the short distance to the couch. Once back on her feet, she felt and heard him sit down. The next thing she knew, she was bent over his knees. "Don't you dare," she protested. "Unzip your dress." "No!" Nicole's heart pounded with excitement at the prospect of what they were doing. It was like a dream, and she didn't want to wake up. Michael ran his hand along Nicole's calf, past her knees, and under the bottom of her dress. Soon, it was being pulled higher and her creamy thighs were visible. Nicole squirmed mightily, but Michael never wavered. Her panties came into sight. "I'll give you one last chance, Nicole." "Never," she countered. The dress was pushed with both hands above her waist. The tiny, light blue panties stretched across her delicious ass and disappeared inside the short crack. That was when Michael felt the beginning of his erection. Soon, Nicole would feel it, too. Michael's hand came down with a smack on top of one of Nicole's cheeks. "Hey!" Another slap on the opposite side got a louder 'Ouch!' out of his victim. "It's not wise to disobey a potential client, Nicole. Didn't Kevin ever tell you that?" "I'm just a stupid little girl, Michael." "A bad one at that." Two more spanks and her cheeks were turning a soft pink. Then Michael used both hands to pull down on the waistband of the panties. "No! Don't," Nicole begged him. But the panties were around the bottom of her ass by the time the next strike occurred. The new feeling of his hand on her bare skin sent shockwaves through Nicole's body. She felt her pussy begin to quiver. Michael felt his cock stiffen. Between spanks, he caressed her ass. Nicole was still squirming, but it was different now. Not an attempt to escape, but an attempt to soothe something. And he knew what it was. Michael tugged on the panties and got them to her ankles. With a few flicks of his hand, her shoes and the panties were gone. He took a few seconds to stare at her incredible, round bottom. Then one more hard slap. "Owwwww!" He reached under her with one hand and found her tit. It was barely inside her dress and it was simple for Michael to knead the entire thing. He pulled on the nipple and got another response from Nicole. At the same time, his other hand was between her legs, searching out her clit. He felt the moisture around her cunt and got two fingers wet before finding the swollen clit. "Stop, Michael," she pleaded. "Oh God, stop." He was through asking her to unzip the dress. He did it himself. Her bare back was just as flawless as her legs and ass and he wasn't going to wait to see it all. His movements were fast. The dress was pulled up and over her head and arms in an instant and Nicole lay naked across Michael's lap. Nicole had never felt so aroused in her life, and her 'blindness' only inflamed her desires. "Now you have a choice, my dear," Michael said. "Either submit to more spankings or turn over." The choice was easy. Nicole began to turn over. Michael assisted her and kept her from falling off his legs. When she was facing up at him, he used an arm to keep her upper body in place. The other hand skimmed over her from her thighs to her neck. He explored every inch of her and Nicole gasped with each special touch. Suddenly, he was lifting her into his arms and rising from the couch with startling strength. He heard her intake of breath and grinned. Without saying a word, he carried her into the bedroom. Nicole was tense during the short trip. Her self-imposed darkness added to the suspense even though she was quite certain where they were heading. It was a matter of WHAT they were headed for that made her shiver. All of a sudden, she was dropping, free of his arms. Then she hit the bed and bounced up as the mattress recoiled. "Don't move," Michael ordered. She heard him open the closet. A moment later, the bed moved and a hand was around her wrist. Then the other wrist. And something was tying them together above her head. Another tie? It felt like it. "Very bad girls deserve special punishment," he said, leaning near her face. "I'm sorry," Nicole whined. "I won't disobey again." "The consequences would be painful," he said. "More than a little slap on the behind." "That was already more than a..." "Uh uh," he said, putting a finger to her lips. "No talking back. It's time to just listen, Nicole. When I ask you a question, you can speak." She heard a rustling. Was he undressing? She heard a zipper. And shoes hitting the floor. A short period of relative quiet and then the bed moved again. Something hit her leg. And the other one. He was straddling her body. "Open your mouth, Nicole." The cock hit her lips first and she poked at it with her tongue. The head seemed gigantic without being able to see it. Only the sensation of her tongue and lips let her judge it and she was thrilled. More of the shaft entered her mouth and she wrapped her lips around the hard, warm skin. He was very, very hard. And long. By the time she felt his balls on her lower lip, the tip of the cock was touching the back of her throat. She wanted desperately to wrap her fingers around it, but they were secured above her head and she was reliant on Michael's movements. He began to slowly fuck her mouth and Nicole gladly complied. "Isn't it much more fun to do as you're told?" he asked, not expecting a reply. Nicole wasn't going to lose contact with his cock just to give a smart ass answer. So she continued sucking on him, wondering what he had in mind. Part of the puzzle was solved when his hands moved to her tits. He played with them tenderly and said, "If you behave, what would you like me to do?" He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rested it on her tits. Nicole licked her lips and said, "I'd love for you to lick my tits. And the nipples." "That's all?" "For now." Michael smiled. "Greedy little girl." But he leaned down and quickly began giving her what she wanted. He licked and sucked and bit the nipples until she was moaning loudly and arching her back up to get even more. She felt his cock on her leg now, still damp from her mouth and still very, very hard. "What else?" Michael asked. "Do the same thing to my clit." Michael did. And Nicole thrashed on the bed as he expertly manipulated her to the brink of an orgasm. She'd never had a man do what he did to her with just his mouth. Then he stopped. He crawled up and laid on her. He whispered, "My turn to choose, Nicole. I'm going to fuck you. Long and hard. Until you cum and scream for me to stop." As he spoke he positioned his cock between her legs, which she willingly spread for him. The head split her wet skin just enough to penetrate for one inch. Then another. And he slipped inside her without effort. "Oh my God," Nicole sighed. He began to fuck her. No, she thought. He began to make love to her. Nothing like what Kevin did to her. This was tender and caring and considerate of her desires. He squeezed her nipples, knowing it pleased her. She tightened her cunt around him, the only response she could give. He fell back down on her and they kissed passionately; a lingering exchange of tongues. Nicole wrapped her legs around him and Michael lifted her off the bed. Nicole brought her restrained arms down onto his back and the couple rolled onto their sides. Michael's cock pounded into her continually and Nicole muttered her approval. They rolled the opposite direction and new angles caused new sensations to shoot through Nicole's pussy. Not being able to see let her concentrate on the sensations like she never had before. She knew she wouldn't last much longer. But then Michael got her on her back and nearly pulled out of her completely. He waited an agonizingly long time and then re-entered her at a snail's pace. He was driving her crazy. "If your hands were free, what would they be doing?" he asked. "My clit," she said breathlessly. Michael put his hand there; rubbing it. Harder. Faster, with his cock plunged inside her up to his balls. He wasn't moving anything except his hand. Nicole's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her breathing was erratic and quick. Her body twitched. "Oh, Michael. I'm...I'm...oh God." "That's it, Nicole. Cum for me." "Ahhhhhhh," she cried out. He fucked her again. Harder than before. Nicole howled with pleasure as her orgasm exploded inside her and Michael urged her on. She waited for him to cum, but he kept thrusting that huge cock without signs of stopping. Nicole had a second orgasm. Still, Michael fucked her. He stroked her clit some more and finally Nicole begged him. "Stop! Michael! Stop! Please!" "I told you," he said calmly, pulling out at the same time. Then there was silence. But she felt the bed shaking. A steady, rhythmic shaking and she knew what she couldn't see. He was pumping his cock in one hand and she was the intended target of the result. His groans grew louder. They turned into deep grunts. Then a loud groan and the first shot of cum hit her chest. Soon, a small pool of cum lay between her tits. Each breast was covered with skinny strips of white cum until she looked like a half dozen men had masturbated over her. Michael squeezed out the last drop and leaned down to kiss his young date. "Good girl," he said. "I think we have a deal." (To be continued...)