8 comments/ 113839 views/ 38 favorites Risky Business Trip By: Miss_Sub_Miss Emma worked for a tyrant. Her boss truly was an ass, but given the economy she felt lucky to have a job at all let alone one in the art field. Not only did he own the gallery where Emma worked but he also owned half the city she lived in, needless to say he was a very wealthy and powerful man. When she had first gotten the job Emma had been warned that Steve was kind of pervy. In fact, Emma had heard first hand from a female colleague that Steve had tried to start an affair with her, despite the fact that they were both married and that the woman was twenty years his junior. Someone else had advised Emma to wear a low-cut top to the interview and that she would be set. While Emma had a healthy sexual appetite of her own, she took offense to this suggestion. Yes her tits were large and a feature she took pleasure in herself, but she was not about to use them to get a job. She had a master's degree after all, by the age when most of her peers were slogging through their sixth year of undergrad in communications or something equally directionless. Despite these misgivings, and sans a revealing top, Emma did get the job, and determined to conduct herself in a purely professional manner. During her first few months Emma had endured and witnessed the scathing temper and mercurial nature of her new employer, but had avoided anything sexual or untoward. A few weeks later Emma and four of her colleagues flew to L.A. for an art sale and conference on their boss's private jet. While Emma considered herself to be pretty cultured and unimpressed by ostentatious wealth, she had to admit that flying on Steve's jet gave her quite a thrill. The cool feel of the leather seat on the back of her thighs, the spacious leg room, see could see joining the mile high club in a setting like this (like I said, the girl had a healthy sexual appetite). Following the flight the group drove to the hotel and checked in. Steve of course had his own room, the best the hotel had to offer, and then the rest of the group paired off. Emma's two male colleagues would share one room, her coworkers Lisa and Ann were inseparable and had already paired off as well, which left Emma with her own room, "No complaints here," Emma thought. The group headed upstairs to change for the opening reception. The show was pretty high end and the art preview called for cocktail dresses for the ladies. Emma pulled her dress from the bag, and to her horror it was damp. "Shit," Emma thought, "what exploded in my bag?!" Then the cloying overly sweet smell of too much perfume hit her, and she realized that the lid on her perfume bottle had leaked and soaked through her dress rendering it not only wet but also reeking. Frantic Emma tried to wash the dress and hung it to dry in the shower, but it quickly became clear that there was no way the dress would be dry let alone freed from its vanilla fumes in the next half hour. Tearing apart her suite case Emma searched for anything else suitable to wear. Unfortunately the conference was pretty casual and she had only packed slacks and jeans—no skirts or back up formal wear appropriate for this event. Then Emma came across the slinky little red dress that she had thrown in just in case she and the girls decided to explore the L.A. nightlife after the event. Too low, too short, and much too tight for a work function Emma would never wear something like this to an art event or in front of Steve! Glancing at the clock she realized that she was running out of time and there was no way she could wear jeans. "To hell with it!" she thought, and pulled the red dress over her head. The halter of the dress did not allow for the hot pink straps of the bra that Emma was wearing and she unbuttoned it and pulled it off. While the plunging halter revealed a hefty portion of her round 38DD breasts, she pulled it away from her nipples and tried to assess if they showed through the fabric. Emma had always liked her breasts, they were perky, large, and looked good on her curvy frame—but she had always been a little unsure about her nipples and was very self-conscious of them ever showing though her clothes. She didn't have the large brown nipples that she had always seen on TV, but small rosy pink nipples that seemed to always be hard. They were certainly hard now, "Well nothing to be done," she thought, and ran into the bathroom. Emma had just enough time to run a brush through her long blonde hair, and quickly put some makeup on. She never understood girls who spent hours doing their makeup. Emma had learned early just what to do to make her blue-green eyes stand out, and quickly put on eye shadow, mascara, eyeliner and a little bronzer to bring out her cheek bones. Feeling bold, Emma swiped cherry red lipstick across her pouty lips "Might as well go with it," she thought. Emma threw on her black platform heels and then grabbed the little black leather jacket that she had brought with. The jacket at least would cover her bare back—the dress, held at her neck by a halter, had a daringly low back that nearly revealed the twin piercings in Emma's low back—one of the few outward indicators of her wilder and masochistic side. As Emma clicked her way across the marble lobby of the hotel lobby she looked around for her coworkers and caught Steve's eye on the other side of the room. Steve was in his mid-sixties, thirty years her senior and actually older than her father. He played the typical posh rich people sports that actually exerted very little effort, and was in average shape. He had salt and pepper hair with a generous portion of salt, and the hint of a double chin. His eyes were a little beady and always incredibly intense. Not only was he infamous for his temper, but he was also incredibly smart. Emma did not so much catch his eye as catch his eyes on her. Steve had looked up at the sound of heels, always exceedingly impatient the world ran on his schedule and if he was already there then everyone else was late, that's the way it went. Surprised to see Emma out of her usually buttoned up and boring work attire Steve made his way up her well-heeled legs as she crossed the length of the lobby towards him. He enjoyed the feeling of possession he had looking her over knowing that she had no choice but to walk over to him while he let his eyes drink her in. As he followed her legs up he was delighted not to encounter the hem of her dress until more than halfway up her thighs, and even more pleased to see the bottom of her neckline so soon. While the jacket covered her up some, it was not sufficient to close across her now nicely bouncing tits. Steve let his eyes linger there for the remainder of her walk across the lobby, thoroughly enjoying the view. Emma blushed as she watched Steve leer at her, and dropped her gaze to the marble tiles. It was a blush that encompassed more than her pink cheeks and she felt a twinge in her pussy as she felt the humiliation, possession, and powerlessness of the situation. When she reached Steve, he smiled at her, his smile falsely kind and his eyes darkly aroused, "Where are the others?" he asked, a hint of the temper and impatience coming through. "I don't know," she managed to reply, "I'm in my own room and the others are on a different floor." Steve stored this information for later use, even more pleased. "Well, you look nice," Steve said. Emma cringed inwardly, this was definitely not the conversation she wanted to have with Steve, but her politeness won out and somewhat defensively she said, "Thank you. My perfume leaked all over the dress I had planned on wearing." "Your dress's loss was my gain then," Steve said. Emma felt her stomach drop, and then was saved by the arrival of the rest of their party. At dinner Emma somehow found herself seated next to Steve. The event came with an open bar and everyone had been helping themselves to the cocktails, Emma included. The first whiskey and water had been to cut her nerves. The second had been to help her get through the awkward shop talk with her coworkers and the third was currently helping her to ignore the leering glances from Steve and his male acquaintances. When the waitress asked her if she would like another, she accepted because after all she could use all the liquid courage she could get to handle sitting next to Steve. Something about him just gave her the creeps. Halfway through her fourth whiskey and water she felt a hand on her knee, under the table cloth. Seated among her colleagues and some major players in the museum and academic art world, Emma tried not to outwardly react, she certainly couldn't make a scene. This man not only controlled her current job but also had the power to blacklist her among all of his powerful contacts in the art world—which was all of it. She shifted her knee over trying to lightly shake him off, but to her chagrin he spread his hand up along her thigh all the while carrying on an intelligent conversation about the artwork in the sale. As she was about to excuse herself to ladies' room he turned to her and asked "Who do you think is the most promising artist in the show?" As he asked it, he moved his hand up under her dress and squeezed the inside of her upper thigh. Emma's mouth dropped open and she tried to recover, she managed to say something acceptable but unfortunately it began a debate among the table, which she unwittingly became the center of. As she struggled to focus on the conversation, Steve moved his fingers up and stroked the outside of her satin thong, making her squirm. Steve continued to dance his fingers across her panties, and while Emma felt revolted she couldn't deny the wetness she felt building in her hot pussy—a feeling which only further humiliated her and in turn turned her on even more. Emma finally found a way to excuse herself from the table and actually did make her way to the ladies room. Once inside she sat on the toilet seat trembling a little. What was going on? She hated Steve he was an old, perverted, mean, chauvinist! How could her body be reacting like this?! She had always fantasized about being taken, dominated, and used by someone, but not Steve! This was not at all what she had imagined. She pulled herself together and picked up her fifth whiskey and water. Emma managed to avoid Steve for the rest of the event, but when it was time to go she ended up sitting in the front seat while he drove home. Lisa and Ann had stayed to go out with some friends and her two male colleagues were engaged in a heated debate about some artist in the back seat. Emma felt the back of her thighs begin to sweat against the leather seat, being close to him made her nervous. Steve acted as if nothing had happened, and didn't make a single move to touch her the whole drive home. When they arrived at the hotel they all piled into the elevator. The two men got off on floor five and as the doors closed Emma realized she was alone in the elevator with Steve. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked. "Umm yeah I mean, yes, yes I did," Emma stammered lamely. "What was that?" Emma thought. She was a jittery mess, and how dare he ask that?! "I did too especially the third course of dinner." Steve said. Emma didn't need any more innuendo to know that he was not talking about the food. Steve enjoyed watching her shuffle her feet, clearly at a loss. Emma was usually so cold and composed at the office, had he know those tits and this submissive demeanor were underneath it all he would have taken her sooner. As the elevator dinged for floor twelve, Emma got off and Steve followed her. "I'll walk you to your room," he said. Emma was a little buzzed from the whiskey and knew this was a bad idea but also was afraid to argue with him so said nothing. Steve walked behind her and enjoyed that view almost as much as he had enjoyed watching her walk towards him earlier. The red dress clung to her tight ass deliciously and she had taken off her jacket sometime in the night giving him a clear view of her bare back and making it obvious that she was not wearing a bra. When she got to her room, Emma fumbled with the key, and then finally opened the door saying, "Well this is me." Steve put his hand on the door and pushed it open walking into the room. "Hey!" Emma said, "What are you doing?" "Just want to take a look at your view," Steve replied nonchalantly, as if this was completely normal. Emma marched into the room after him, indignant, and the hotel door clicked shut behind them. Steve walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open, staring out over the city lights. "Not a bad view," He said, turning around "although I like this one better." Emma stopped, staring at him, unsure of what to do. Steve calmly walked towards her until he was standing only a few inches from her. Emma was tall, but he was taller, and he looked down at her. "I...I think you should go..." Emma said. "Oh I think I'll stay," Steve replied. He ran his hand through the back of her hair, clenched his fingers and held her head back with his hand firmly roped through her hair. "I'm going to make this very simple for you," Steve began quietly. Emma knew that voice, it was the quiet that preceded the storm, and was sometimes more menacing than when he yelled. "You've made it very difficult for me tonight, with your tight little red dress and your tits out in my face. Really not very fair of you to display something that you're not going to give me. But you are going to give it to me aren't you?" Emma said nothing, partly in shock, partly undeniably turned on by the force of his hand pulling her head back and the intensity of his presence. "Let me tell you why you're going to not only give me this hot little body of yours, but you're going to do everything I want. You're a determined girl, you have a lot of student debt, you've worked so hard for this career and in one word from me I could end all of that." He said snapping his fingers in front of her face. "I could have you barred from success in this world for the rest of your life. And if that's not enough motivation for you I can also very easily have your framed for embezzlement, art theft, fraud, really any number of things. And it would be so very easy." As he spoke he ran his free hand along the edge of her cheek, her chin, down her neck, and finally across her clavicle and over the exposed tops of her now heaving tits. "So" he said, looking into her bright blue and green eyes, "Are you going to do everything I tell you to?" Emma didn't say anything, still trying to comprehend the situation. Steve made a tskking sound, moved his hand from her breasts and quickly and efficiently brought it across her face, slapping her forcefully. "Emma, Emma, Emma. You really are a smart girl so hopefully you'll pick this up quickly but when I ask you a question I expect an answer. I'm going to ask you again. Are you going to do everything I tell you to?" Emma parted her lips, took a deep breath and as he raised his hand a second time blurted, "Yes." Steve stopped his hand's progression to her cheek and menacingly asked, "Yes, what?" Emma thought for a moment and then said tentatively and a little reluctantly, "Yes, I'll do anything you tell me to." Steve caressed the side of her face where moments earlier he had struck her and said softly, "Good girl." Steve stepped away from her, and sat down in the leather arm chair by the window. "Take your clothes off," he said. Emma hesitated looking out the open window behind him. They were up high, but it was dark and she knew that if anyone in the buildings around them looked in she would be lit up like a fishbowl. "The window..." she began. "Take off your clothes," Steve repeated, cutting her off, this time with steel in his voice. Realizing that this was probably the least of her concerns, Emma pulled the halter top over her head and let it fall down past her belly button. Steve murmured appreciatively at the sight of her gorgeous tits and little pink nipples, hard as glass. He loved a woman with responsive nipples; they always gave her lust away even when she tried to hide it. "All the way," he ordered. Emma obediently put her hands on her hips and bent over pulling the dress the rest of the way off. Standing in front of him in just her black satin thong, Emma nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot. Steve enjoyed the moment, prolonging it along with her discomfort. "Turn around," Steve directed next. "Slowly" he added. Emma began to spin on the toes of her platforms, "Mmm that's a great ass," Steve remarked, "I've got plans for that ass." Emma felt another twinge in her pussy. Was she really getting turned on by this degradation and subjection? Her nipples and pussy seemed to say that yes, yes she was. As she made her way back to face him, Steve said "now the panties." Emma hesitated, then pulled the thong down and stepped out of it. She felt her face burn as she stood before him in nothing but her heels. After what felt to Emma like an eternity, Steve said, "I could use a drink. Go see what's in the mini bar." Emma walked over the fridge, knelt down, and recited the various mini bottles to him--trying not to think of his eyes or her fully exposed body. He decided on the Maker's Mark then instructed her to get a glass. "Do you have any ice?" he inquired quietly. Emma had been in such a rush after the dress fiasco that she hadn't been to the ice machine earlier, "No" Emma replied. "Too bad for you," Steve said chuckling, "I like my whiskey on the rocks." Emma didn't immediately see how this affected her and then felt a knot of dread in her stomach. "Better go get some ice," Steve said. Emma walked towards her dress on the floor, and Steve said "The door is that way," pointing behind her. "But, my clothes..." Emma protested. "You won't need them to get ice," Steve replied. This was a simple test, if she couldn't do this, she wasn't what he wanted. He needed someone that he could break down into a complete slave, someone who would obey his every dark desire and grow to desire his pleasure. He saw the potential in her, but he wasn't certain yet. Emma stood up and stared at him. "You can't be serious! Someone could see me!" Steve replied, "Oh I'm very serious, you should have realized by now that I don't joke about what I want. You can either get your naked ass out there and get me some ice or you can kiss your career and probably your clean record goodbye, it's simple." Emma glared at him, fretted for a few minutes, then grabbed the ice bucket and ran out of the room. Luckily the ice machine was only a few doors down, and Emma saw no one in the hall although she was sure the security person got an eyeful on the camera. When she returned to the room breathless and with a fierce smile of pride and victory she felt such a rush. "She'll do," Steve thought. Emma filled the glass with ice, poured the whiskey, and handed Steve the drink. Steve took a long drink, then set the glass on the table. "On your knees," Steve commanded. Emma hesitated less than at the last order, and then dropped to her knees between his legs. "You look like a girl who's given a fair share of blow jobs, let's see if you're any good at sucking a dick." Emma felt her face flush again. She had given her fair share of blow jobs and she prided herself on being very good at it, but this was different. Steve was smart to call on her competitive side and challenge her skills, but then again he was a very intelligent man and skilled at manipulating people. Emma reached for his belt her hands shaking slightly. She undid the buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and slide down the zipper. She fished her hand tentatively inside his pants, and grasped a surprisingly substantial cock, gently pulling it out of his pants. Emma ran her hand up and down the length of his cock, just staring at it for a few moments. Steve felt his balls tighten at the feel of her soft hand on him, he'd been fantasizing about this for so long, he was going to enjoy every moment of taking her and making her his. Risky Business Trip Ch. 02 Steve grabbed a fistful or Emma's hair, wrenched her head backwards and whispered in her ear, "I own you." With that he stood up, pulled out of her and resumed his seat on the leather hotel chair. Steve picked up his whiskey and looked at the view. Emma lay on the bed, her legs shaking a little, and her pussy and ass glistening from the fucking they'd just received. Emma didn't move. Slightly shocked from what had just happened, she lay on the bed panting. Feeling slightly empty after Steve pulled out of her ass and keenly aware of the fact that while he had taken his pleasure she was still on the brink of hers. "Turn over," Steve ordered. Emma lay there for a moment, before Steve said "Turn over, NOW!" Compelled by the edge in Steve's voice and her own arousal, Emma rolled over, scooting herself up onto the bed and met Steve's gaze. Sitting naked in the leather chair holding his whiskey, he was clearly the king of the room. "Did you come?" Steve asked. "I uh.." Emma stammered. "You didn't," Steve cut in, "and you only will when I want you to—and right now, I want you to. Spread your legs." Emma felt her face flush as she slowly spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her wet pussy. "Play with yourself," Steve stated coolly. Emma certainly was no stranger to masturbating, she did it daily after all—but that was alone in the shower or under her sheets at night, not splayed out for someone to watch. Emma tentatively moved her hand down her stomach to her clit, her eyes closed. "Look at me," Steve commanded. Mortified, Emma raised her eyes to his. She felt a thrill jolt through her as their eyes met, Emma couldn't deny that being exposed like this turned her on. She continued to finger herself, while Steve watched and casually sipped his whiskey. Growing impatient, Steve stood up, and said "do not stop." He then slowly walked over to the fresh bucket of ice and brought it over to the bed. "How about a little game?" Steve asked. Without waiting for an answer, he took a few ice cubes from the bucket and inserted them into Emma's pussy one by one. Emma gasped at the first shock of cold and moved to close her thighs. Steve sharply slapped the inside of each leg and forced them open again. "How about this? I'm feeling a little hungry and I'm planning on ordering some room service. If you cum before these ice cubes melt, then you can share the room service with me. If however, you do not get off before they melt, then I will give you to the room service man as a tip." "Steve, no!" Emma attempted to sit up, and Steve grabbed her below the jaw. Holding her by the throat, Steve looked into her panicked eyes and said very slowly, "I -- OWN -- YOU. You may not have thought this all the way through earlier, but you are mine to do with as I please. If it helps you to conceptualize it think of yourself as one of my possessions, I certainly will. I can use and share my possessions as I see fit and you should expect to be used the same, by me and anyone else I choose to give you to." As Steve spoke he increased the pressure on Emma's neck. "Now, as I've said before I have the power to destroy you, your reputation, your career, and your life in general—not to mention what that would do to your family. From this point forward 'no' is not a word in your vocabulary. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir" Emma managed to rasp through the grip he had on her throat. "Excellent," Steve said, moving forward and forcibly kissing her without releasing his hold. As he pulled away from her he let go and Emma took several frantic gulps of air. Steve then shoved his middle and index finger into her pussy. "I see all the ice has melted but there's much more than water here." With that he pulled his fingers out and wiped them across her lips and cheeks. "No denying that you love this, you little slut. Now back to our game." Emma gasped as Steve inserted five ice cubes into her throbbing pussy, and just to be cruel he forced three into her ass as well. "Let the games begin," he said. As much as Emma hated the idea of being given to some random man, like a disposable object, she had to admit that she was incredibly turned on right now. Steve sat back on the chair and watched as Emma furiously rubbed her clit and the water from the ice cubes dripped out of her onto the comforter. He was definitely enjoying this. "For someone on the verge of an orgasm, you're awfully quiet," Steve taunted her. "Let loose, I want to hear you." Emma moaned as she struggled to ignore the fact that Steve was watching her, and combat the uncomfortable cold spreading inside her. "Good girl. Now I think I'm going to take a look at the room service menu." Steve proceeded to read the menu out loud, and ruminate over what he was in the mood for, which did nothing to help Emma's concentration. Despite Steve's attempts, Emma felt herself on the brink of an orgasm and used her fingers to bring herself over the edge, moaning and whimpering loudly. Emma opened her eyes to see Steve standing over her. "Let's see how you did, shall we?" Steve worked his fingers into her still pulsing pussy, despite the cold there were no ice cubes left. "Tsk tsk tsk," Steve admonished. "Not an ice cube left, it looks like you're going to give the room service man quite a nice tip. Or he's going to give you his!" Steve chuckled at his feeble attempt at innuendo. "But, I came as fast as I could! It wasn't fair, you were distracting me..." Emma whined. "Fair? Let's not be childish, Emma you're better than that. But, you did put on a lovely show for me so I'll make you a deal. Since you are still my new toy I think I'll keep your ass and pussy to myself for a while, he can have your mouth. There, see how generous I am?" Steve said with a pinch to Emma's nipples. Steve tightened his grip on her nipples and said, "That was a question." Emma exclaimed at the pressure on her sensitive nipples, and quickly responded, " Yes, Sir you're very generous. Thank you Sir." "Good girl," Steve replied stroking her hair. "As hungry as I am for food, I think your little performance put me in the mood for something else." Steve grabbed her hand and put it on his hardening cock. "See what you've done? You're going to have to take care of that." Steve got off the bed and walked into the large marble bathroom. Emma heard water running, and then Steve said, "Come in here, on all fours." Emma scrambled off the bed and crawled into the bathroom, the tile cold and hard under her knees. Steve got into the shower and said, "Get in here." She stood and climbed into the shower, Steve handed her the soap and said, "Wash me." Emma slowly ran her hands over his arms, shoulders and chest, lathering his upper body with soap. When he turned away from her to rinse his front, she continued washing his back. Finished with his upper body, Emma slowly sank to her knees and began washing his legs and feet. When he turned towards her again, she moved to wash his groin, but he ran his fingers through her tangled wet hair, made a fist in it and said, "I think your mouth will work best for that," as he forced his cock down her throat. Emma tried not to think about where his cock had been recently, and was grateful that they were at least in the shower. She tried to pull back, but he had both hands in her hair now, and had her held firmly down, as he thrust into her throat. Steve continued to roughly abuse Emma's mouth, barely easing out enough for her to get a single breath. When she was about to pass out, Steve released her and she fell to the shower floor gasping for air. He left her laying there and walked out of the shower to the hotel closet, where he pulled out the two complimentary robes, and returned to the bathroom. Emma was on her hands and knees on the shower floor, panting, and watching him as he pulled the ties from each of the robes and dropped the robes to the floor. Steve stepped back into the shower with the two robe ties and pulled Emma to her feet. Taking one wrist at a time, he tied each with a robe belt and then crossed them over her head, securing her hands to the shower curtain rod. Emma twisted her hands, testing the bonds, and found that they were unyielding. Steve enjoyed watching her strung up, completely at his mercy, as she became fully aware of her vulnerability. The position of the shower curtain rod and the edge of the tub forced Emma to lean forward, presenting Steve with a tempting view of her ass, which he planned to take full advantage of. Steve left Emma hanging there, and spent the next few minutes searching the hotel room. While he had plenty of floggers, whips, canes, and paddles in his personal collection those were not currently at his disposal and he was looking for an alternative to stripe Emma's ass with. While his belt was an option, it was a little heavy handed. Steve returned to the bathroom holding the plastic rod used to turn the blinds. Good length, flexibility, and width it would work perfectly as a switch. Steve held it up in front of Emma's face, and asked "Do you know what I'm going to do with this?" "Whip me, Sir?" Emma stammered. "Yes." Steve replied, with a smile. "Now kiss it." Emma kissed the plastic rod, and Steve moved to stand behind her. He ran his hands over her still damp ass cheeks, and over the curve of her small back. Taking his time, and letting the anticipation and fear build in her, before landing the first lash. He began slowly, methodically covering the back of her thighs, ass, and back with light pink lines, before crisscrossing them with angrier red welts. At first Emma stifled her reaction, biting her lip to keep from whimpering or crying out, but as Steve began to cross over the lines he'd already made with harder strikes she couldn't keep quiet. As much as Steve enjoyed hearing her moan and exclaim with each stroke, he didn't want to be interrupted by hotel security at this particular moment. Steve looked around the room for a makeshift gag and returned with two things—Emma's wet thong and his tie. He grabbed Emma's chin kissed her deeply and then ordered her to open her mouth. Emma obeyed, and he stuffed her underwear into her mouth, and then put his tie between her teeth and tied it at the back of her head. With Emma's cries effectively muffled, Steve was free to continue beating her. After he had satisfied his sadistic urges, Steve dropped the rod, and ran his hands over Emma's now searing backside. Fully aroused from the beating he'd just given her and from the sight of her bound and gagged before him, Steve pushed down on Emma's low back forcing her to bend over as far as her tied arms would allow, and then thrust his cock into her throbbing pussy. Emma moaned through the gag as he slammed into her, completely at his mercy. Risky Business Trip Growing impatient, Steve reached forward and brought Emma's head down to his cock. She opened her mouth and took him in, tasting the sweetness of pre-cum on the tip of his penis. Emma closed her eyes forgetting that it was Steve's cock and focused on giving the best head she could. Running one hand along the base, and cupping his balls with the other Emma swirled her tongue along the shaft of his cock has she pumped her head up and down the length of his shaft. Steve sat back and enjoyed the sight of this hot young blonde working him with her mouth. As Emma took him down the back of her throat Steve moaned and forced her head further down; holding her down he thrust himself into her throat fucking her mouth roughly. Emma choked against his dick, beginning to see spots as she struggled to breathe around the forceful face fucking she was receiving. Just when she thought she would pass out Steve let her up, and she sat back gasping. "You'll get used to it. All of your holes will exist to please me in time, you will learn." Steve said calmly as he stood and removed his pants and briefs. He sat back down and said "Continue." Emma did not move, still gasping. And Steve said, "Do I need to remind you of our agreement?" He leaned forward, slapped her again and said "continue, slut." Shakily, Emma moved forward and obeyed, a few minutes later; Steve pulled her head back and said "suck my balls." While Emma had certainly sucked her boyfriends' ball before, this felt dirtier. Steve's hairy and wrinkly balls hung in front of Emma's face and she parted her lips and ran her tongue along them slowly, before finally taking them into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them. As she obediently sucked his balls, Steve asked, "Do you like my balls in your mouth whore?" Emma pulled back to answer and Steve held her head down, "You don't stop until I tell you. I'll ask you again, do you like my balls in your mouth?" This time Emma continued to lick and suck at his balls, and murmured around them "mhmm." "That's a good whore," Steve said, stroking the back of her head. "We're going to get along just fine, you and I," Steve said chuckling. Steve pulled her head back and scooted to the edge of the chair, and said "Now lick my asshole." Emma looked up at him in disgust. That was something that she had never done! Emma began to protest and Steve reached forward and roughly pinched and twisted one of her nipples. She let out a sharp intake of breath, and Steve said, "From now on you don't talk unless I ask you a question or tell you to. There's no point in fighting me. You know what the stakes are, and you agreed to this slut, so just do it. Understand?" Emma nodded and he released her tortured nipple. "Now lick my asshole." Emma leaned forward and slowly brought her face towards his ass, hating herself but knowing that she had no choice. She couldn't go to prison and she had worked so hard to get where she was in her career. Closing her eyes, Emma pressed her face beneath his balls and extended her tongue to his ribbed asshole, timidly moving in circles. She wrinkled her nose at the taste, but continued to lick as Steve let out a moan and said "Good whore, you love the taste of my asshole, don't you?" Emma continued to lick and then felt a sharp pain across her back and ass. Startled she sat up and saw the belt in his hand. "I asked you a question, and I didn't tell you to stop slut. I think you could use some real punishment now. Crawl over to the bed and bend over it." Emma couldn't believe she was crawling across the floor like a dog, exposing her ass and pussy to her perverted sadistic boss...but she also couldn't deny that she was so wet that it was dripping down her inner thigh. Once Emma was bent over the bed, Steve got up and stood behind her, running his hands over the full cheeks of her big ass. As he noticed her two back piercings he asked, "So you like pain?" Emma hesitated and then said "Well I definitely don't mind it as much as some people." "That's good because I enjoy inflicting pain more than most people, I knew we were going to have fun." With that Steve began spanking Emma, easing into it and then really put his back into it. "You've been such a bad girl Emma, so very naughty, you deserve this don't you?" "Yes," she squealed between strikes. After spanking her for a solid fifteen or twenty minutes Steve stepped back to enjoy his handy work. Her ass was bright red and warm to the touch, glowing from the spanking he'd given her. Steve ran his hands over her ass again, soothing her burning skin, and slipped a hand between her thighs. She wasn't wet she was absolutely soaking! He pulled his hand back and looked at the glistening proof of her arousal. Walking around the bed, Steve put his hand in front of her face and said, "You see what a filthy little whore you are? What am I going to do with you, you even enjoy being punished?" "I don't know, Sir." Emma replied abashedly. "Sir?" Steve asked, "Where did that come from?" "I don't know I must have read it somewhere," Emma said. "Hmm, likely story. Well you can call me Sir from now on whore. Now lick my hand clean and taste how horny I make you." She obediently licked her own juices from his hand, falling deep into her arousal and losing all of her earlier inhibitions. Steve walked back behind her, now seriously needing release. He spread her ass and saw the tempting rose bud of her asshole and knew that he had to take it, but not just yet. He put his hand back between her thighs and found the hot nub of her clit and played with it expertly while he stroked himself behind her. He continued to play with her pussy until he felt her begin to tense and then he pulled his hand away, Emma let out a little sigh of frustration. "Do you want me to fuck you whore?" Steve asked. Emma moaned, "Yes!" Steve smacked her ass hard on each cheek. "Yes what?" "Ah, yes Sir," she replied. "Hmm I'm not sure you deserve my cock, you've been such a nasty little slut," Steve taunted her. Emma squirmed on the bed, wiggling her ass invitingly and begged, "Please Sir, please fuck me. I'll be so good. I'll do anything you want, just please fuck me. I want your cock. I need your cock, I'll be so good to it. Please Sir!" "Good enough," Steve replied and with that he slid into her soaking tight little pussy. Emma moaned as he pulled all the way out and then thrust into her again. How could being fucked by this man whom she didn't even like feel so deliciously right, and why did she love being dominated and humiliated by him so much. Ahhh she stopped wondering and just relished the feel of his hard cock thrusting into her, his balls slapping against her clit. After a few minutes Steve pulled out, repositioned, and with no warning rammed his cock into her tight ass. Emma yelped and Steve held her down on the bed as he pummeled her over and over. Her ass felt so good, and the sight of her pinned on the bed beneath him pushed him over the edge and he shot his load of hot cum deep into her ass. He fell onto her back, panting, his cock still buried in her ass.