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Sara the Tease

By: KingWebster



I worked at an advertising firm where the competition to advance was tough. It was even tougher for me because I didn't have that cut-throat personality that you needed to get by. Don't get me wrong, I tried extremely hard, there was just something lacking in my personality that held me back.

Sara was the distinct opposite. She thrived on competition and had no qualms about doing what it took to get ahead. She was looked on a fast mover in the company, somebody that was headed straight for the top. She didn't take any prisoners either. First of all, she was gorgeous. She was about five-foot five, with shoulder length sandy blonde hair. She carried herself like a business executive, both in the way she dressed and with her no-nonsense attitude. Her style was impeccable, as well as her body. You could tell she worked out, with toned legs, a shapely ass, and flat stomach. The only area where she was lacking was her breasts, but her confidence was more than enough to overcome this minor setback.

I lusted after Sara and she knew it too, which made it doubly tough. I'm sure she viewed me as nothing more than one more person to crush on her way to the top. She was always bossing me around, telling me what to do and where to go. I always did exactly as she said. I certainly didn't want to be on her bad side, especially not with the way I lusted after her.

Me, I was six-foot one and weighed about one-hundred and eighty pounds. I was decent looking but certainly not in Sara's class. I think I was more or less the office joke with the way I behaved around her. I always seemed to hear chuckling when Sara would boss me around and I would follow the orders like a puppy dog. I'm sure it was an amusing site, this diminutive girl standing toe to toe with a six-foot one male and ordering him around.

One Friday night we had an office party at the local pub. About ten of us went down the street after work to have a few beers. As the evening wore on, people started to leave. By nine o'clock there were only three of us left. Me, Sara, and some other guy named Bill. I swear, if I didn't know better, I would have thought Sara was flirting with me. Whenever Bill would get up or look away, she would smile at me or find some way to brush up against me. It was obvious that she wanted Bill to leave. She kept dropping subtle hints that just didn't take. Finally, after a half-hour of just the three of us, Bill got the hint and left.

All that was left were Sara and me. By now, Sara was coming on really strong. I couldn't figure it out. What did this hot, sexy woman want with me, a guy she bossed around at work all day. Before I knew it, she put her hand under my chin and forced me to look into her eyes.

"You're coming back to my place."

With not so much as a word, she grabbed the tie around my neck and dragged me out the door. Her apartment was only a block away. She led the way and I followed in the brisk night air.

Her apartment was fancy, a one-story loft that was nicely decorated. Once we got inside she immediately went and fixed herself a drink. She didn't even offer to fix one for me. Awkwardly, I stood in the middle of the loft as she went about her business. She took a seat on the couch but made no offer, verbal or otherwise, for me to join her.

Then in a commanding tone of pure confidence, she simply said "Take off your clothes."

Stunned, I had no idea what to do.

"Take off your clothes," she repeated.

"I want to see your cock."

I was too surprised to respond but the power she had over me was intense. I did exactly as she ordered as she smiled and sipped her drink.

I removed my clothes slowly, letting each piece fall gently to the floor. Her smile grew as I drew closer to being completely naked. When I was down to my underwear, I panicked. Up until that point, I had been so entranced by the woman in front of me, I hadn't even thought about it. Yet here I was, about to drop my pants and reveal my deepest of secrets to Sara. I began to tremble at the mere thought of the embarrassment that was sure to follow.

"Take it off," she commanded.

Unable to resist, slowly but surely I slid my underwear over my hips and exposed my penis. Sara laughed out loud when she saw it. My eyes immediately turned away. There I was standing completely naked in front of an incredibly hot woman, with my rock hard, four-inch penis staring at the ceiling. She couldn't contain her laughter after seeing such a tiny cock on my six-foot one inch frame. With every chuckle, I sank further into embarrassment.

"Get down on your hands and knees."

I did as she ordered. She motioned for me to crawl toward her on the couch. Completely naked and perched between her legs, she looked down at me and grinned. She leaned over to the end table and retrieved a studded leather collar. She put it around my neck without so much as a fuss from me, and in no time had a leash attached to the collar as well.

She seemed amused as she yanked the leash and drew me closer toward her. With my head literally in between her knees, she hiked up her short business skirt. Staring me in the face was her black garter and panties. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up, forcing me to look at her.

"Do you think you're good enough to eat this pussy?"

I mumbled an inaudible response.

She immediately got up from the couch. She yanked on the leash to get me to follow.

"Show me you're good enough to eat this pussy."

Dragging me by the leash, she led me around the loft as I remained on all fours. When I wasn't following fast enough, Sara had no qualms about spanking my ass to encourage me to hurry up.

"If you want to eat this pussy, you've got to earn it."

She looked back and smiled at me down on the floor. Once again, she hiked up her skirt. Now I was looking up at her luscious ass encased in her sheer black panties. She bent over slightly to better expose her pussy.

"Put your face up here."

I closed my eyes as my neck strained to move up to her luscious slit. My nose gathered in the fragrant odor of her pussy.

"That's enough," she said as she pushed my head back down to the floor.

"You want to eat that pussy, don't you?"

"Yes."

With her skirt still riding high and her hips swaying seductively, she led me over to a chair facing the couch. She unhooked the leash.

"Get up in the chair."

I did as I was told as Sara went to sit back on the couch. She spread her legs again for me to get a better view.

"How bad do you want to eat this pussy?"

I just panted.

"Show me how much you want to eat me. Show me how much I turn you on."

I moved my hand to by tiny, but very stiff cock. Slowly, I began to slide my hand up and down the shaft.

"Oh yeah, that's it," Sara cooed.

I continued to stroke my cock, slowly and deliberately at first. But the situation was incredibly arousing and my pace soon quickened, much to the delight of my audience.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes," I moaned.

Sara lightly stroked her pussy through her panties to tease me.

"You really want to eat this cunt, don't you?"

I moaned louder as my breathing increased. I was now riding my hand up and down my cock in long smooth strokes. Overcome by pleasure, my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Oh yeah, make that tiny little dick cum for me."

I was stroking my cock furiously now.

"Come on, cum for me!"

I began to whimper as my body writhed in the chair.

"Oh Sara! Oh Sara! I'm cumming!" I screamed.

With that, my body convulsed as my tiny cock sprayed its load everywhere, on the chair, on my face, on my chest. My orgasm seemed to last forever. I was still massaging my cock as the pleasure subsided. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Sara smiling while lightly stroking her pussy.

"So tell me, how bad do you want to eat this pussy?"

I looked at her across the coffee table, not sure what she meant.

"I guess you don't want to lick it bad enough."

"Please, please let me lick your pussy," I begged.

Sara just smiled and slid her skirt back down.

"You don't want it bad enough."

Now I was starting to get the idea. I slid two fingers across my chest, gathering my own cum as I went.

"That's it," she said.

Slowly, I moved my cum coated fingers toward my mouth. As I did, she slid up her skirt once again to stroke her aching pussy. I put my fingers deep into my mouth, making sure to swallow every last drop.

"Oh yeah," Sara purred.

I let my fingers linger as she entertained herself. Withdrawing them slowly I begged once again.

"Please, please, let me eat your pussy."

Sara the Tease Ch. 2



Sara just smiled as she slowly moved her fingers away from her pussy. She pulled down her skirt, covering her panties and frustrating me even more.

The power she had over me was incredible. A simple glance could make me do things I had never dreamed of doing. I felt so humiliated, naked before her with my tiny, erect cock, and my chest still covered in my own cum. It was obvious she enjoyed the complete dominance she seemed to have over me.

"I don't think you're good enough to eat this pussy."

I wanted to taste her so badly. At that point I would have done anything for just a single lick. I so desperately wanted to satisfy her. I imagined myself fucking her, making her grunt and groan as I pumped her with my tiny cock. It was only my imagination, but somehow I felt compelled to please her. I ran my fingers across my chest, drawing my own cum into my hand as I went. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them dry. Sara giggled at my desperation.

"Please, just let me see your pussy," I pleaded.

She laughed even louder than before.

"Please, please, just let me see it, that's all I ask."

"Really?"

"Yes, please, please. I'll do anything."

Her smile turned wicked, her tone condescending.

"What a pathetic little man you are. Begging me to see my pussy."

"I'm sorry," I said as I bowed my head.

"Do you think that tiny dick of yours could satisfy me?"

Embarrassed, I couldn't bring myself to speak.

"Do you?"

"No."

A whimper was all I could muster. My humiliation was complete.

"Maybe I should let you see a real man fuck me."

Sara picked up her cell phone and quickly dialed a number. My heart sank as she waited for someone to answer.

"Why don't you come on over, I've got something I want to show you."

Sara hung up the phone and gave me a devilish grin. I stayed in my chair as she got up to fix herself another drink. She looked exquisite. My tiny cock was rock hard from watching her, even though I had cum less than twenty minutes before.

Sara sauntered around the room as she waited for her guest. Reveling in her control over me, she circled around me as I sat, her eyes staring down from above.

"Why don't you eat a little more cum for me, little dick."

Without thinking I did as she commanded. A knock on the door interrupted me. Sara immediately answered it and in walked some big stud. He was over six feet tall with sandy brown hair. He was dressed in a dark blue suit and tie, and from the way he carried himself it was obvious his body was toned and muscular. Sara immediately brought him over to meet me.

"Jake, this is Michael, but everybody calls him little dick."

Jake laughed at the introduction and at the bizarre site of me sitting naked, covered in cum, with a tiny, rock hard cock pointing at the ceiling.

"Show Jake how much you love to eat cum, little dick."

Without a word of resistance, my fingers went to chest and then up to my mouth. Both Jake and Sara delighted in my embarrassment.

"Little dick has been begging to eat my pussy."

"Is that so?"

"He thinks he can satisfy me with that tiny dick of his."

Jake chuckled.

"So I thought I'd show him how a real man fucks me."

Sara wasted no time. She immediately moved toward Jake and started removing his clothes. In no time she had him stripped down to his underwear. Before removing his final piece of clothing, she looked toward me one more time to make sure I knew who was in control. Slowly she pulled down his underwear. Out popped a rock hard cock, at least seven inches. All I know was that it dwarfed mine. Sara lightly stroked it.

"This is what a real cock looks like, little dick."

With that, Sara dropped to her knees. She closed her eyes and took Jake's cock deep into her mouth. Jake smiled as he looked toward me, reveling in what I would never have.

Slowly Sara continued to fuck Jake with her mouth, taking in almost his entire shaft with each stroke. Jake put his hands on her head and ran his fingers through her hair as she did. Sara moaned with delight as Jake's shaft slid in and out of her hot, wet mouth.

Suddenly Sara stopped and stood up. With Jake standing before her she began to remove her clothes. Slowly but surely, articles of her clothing fell to the floor. Before long Sara was left in nothing but a bra, panties, and stockings.

Finally, she turned to face me, eager to rub my face in the dirt one last time. Smiling with glee, she removed her underwear directly in front of me. First came the bra, exposing her luscious tits and rock hard nipples. Then came the moment I had begged for, the unveiling of her pussy. It was worth the wait. Dripping with anticipation, it was beautifully trimmed as it stood less than five feet from my mouth.

"Do you like it?" Sara cooed.

"Yes," I muttered.

Sara smiled and turned back toward Jake, who seemed amused by the control Sara had over me.

"Fuck me Jake. Fuck me hard."

Sara sauntered around the couch. Watching her naked body sway as she walked was beyond erotic. It was clear that Sara wanted to be fucked. Now behind the couch and facing me, Sara simply bent over the back of the couch and braced herself. Her hips and her ass were now high in the air, while her tits and face were slumped over the sofa.

"Fuck me Jake."

Jake maneuvered directly behind Sara. He grabbed her hips and jammed his cock inside her. He thrust so hard Sara's body jumped forward unexpectedly. Sara grunted loudly as it did.

"Harder."

Jake pounded her again, even harder than before. Sara looked up and directly across at me.

"Harder!" Sara screamed.

Jake pounded away. Sara grunted loudly with each thrust. Soon Jake was pumping her furiously. Sara's hair and body flailed wildly. Her moans grew louder and her grunts more passionate.

"Fuck me Jake. Come on, fuck me."

Her commands were so loud I was sure the whole building could hear.

It didn't take long. Sara's breathing became erratic and she was gasping for air. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Oh God. Oh God Jake. I'm cumming!"

Jake's thrusts kept coming at a furious pace. Sara was going absolutely wild, her sounds uninhibited. Her orgasm seemed to last forever. Slowly her pleasure eased and Sara regained some amount of control.

Still moaning deeply, Sara moved from her position. She immediately grabbed Jake's cock and dropped to her knees. With her body at an angle, I could see everything as she took Jake's cock into her mouth once again.

She now sucked it more furiously than before. Her mouth alternated with her hand moving up and down his shaft.

"Cum for me Jake."

Sara was oblivious to her surroundings. Her entire focus was on Jake's cock and the task at hand. Her pleading had an incredible effect on Jake. You could tell he was going to cum. He was groaning loudly and his breathing grew erratic.

"Come on, cum for me Jake."

Jake groaned with the onset of orgasm. Cum exploded from his cock. Sara's moved quickly to take it into her mouth. Jake watched with delight as Sara milked his cock for all it was worth. She kept on sucking it until his penis was nearly flaccid. As she did, Jake looked at me and smiled, reveling in his conquest.

Finally Sara's mouth eased her grip on his cock. Exhausted, her lips pulled away. She glanced up at Jake and smiled, knowing she had pleased him. She then turned toward me, humiliated and defeated on the couch.

"Now that's a real cock."