Sarahxx in topic Domination
My fingers were splayed against the rigid muscles of his chest, trying in vain to push him away. His hands were like metal bands holding my hips so my lower body remained stationary as he rubbed his groin against mine rhythmically, relentlessly. In order to pull my face away I had to arch backward over the table.
Bad move. He released his stranglehold on my left hip and, swift as sleight-of-hand, unbuttoned the front of my blouse.
A second hand joined the first, slipping behind my back and unhooking my bright pink lacy bra, pushing it up and exposing my breasts. The bite of the air conditioning immediately made my nipples, already peaked with excitement, contract into hard points, and his mouth descended on first one, then the other, sucking hard and making me writhe with pleasure that I fought with my last shreds of resistance, then I gave up the futile battle of wills and surrendered to the ecstatic electrical impulses shooting through my body, making me moan and writhe against him.
He pulled away and stepped back, watching me for a moment leaning there panting with my shirt hanging off my shoulders, my bra pushed up to my throat and my firm breasts on flagrant display, nipples pointed to the ceiling, glistening wet from his mouth.
"Turn the fuck around," he grated.
„No! Please, not here!" I attempted to pull my bra down and get my clothes together but he grabbed me and swung me around with a savage curse, bending me face down over the office table.
I moaned, as his hard hands caressed my high round ass through my black skirt. He held the tab of the zipper, pulled it down swiftly, and tugged my skirt down around my ankles, revealing my thong that matched my bra.
I was bent forward over the shining mahogany table, his laptop and my pile of files just inches away, and my ass on full display. I did not dare move, but I looked back over my shoulder and he was just standing there staring at my ass, his eyes slitted and his lips parted, his erection defeating the restraints of his pants and underwear and making itself very much evident. He raised his arm and it descended swiftly in a loud slap on my ass that made my eyes sting and my legs tremble.Another slap descended on the other ass-cheek. He slapped my ass again, and again with his hard callused hand. When he slapped me the fourth time he did not raise his hand but traced the crack of my ass with his fingers, down and under, and grazed my pussy lightly, then more firmly. The pleasure shot into my stomach and I squirmed. He pulled my thong aside and invaded the soft folds of my pussy, sliding his fingers back and forth in its slippery wetness, driving me out of my mind.
"Look at me," he rasped, and I looked over my shoulder again. He stared me in the eyes and I could not break the contact as he slipped two fingers into me, withdrew them, sniffed at them and then licked them clean. I was shocked and extremely aroused at the same time. I tried to get up, but his muscular body was imprisoning me again, and he held my hands in a vise-grip behind me. I might have been struggling with a rock. He spread my legs with his knee and then slapped my ass again, first one cheek and then the other, then he put his hand between my legs and delivered a series of short, swift slaps to my pussy. The pleasure was so intense that my knees buckled and I almost slipped to the floor, but he pushed me back up against the table.
I hated that he could do that to me, make me tremble with his touch, but my pussy loved it, reveled in it!
Bad move. He released his stranglehold on my left hip and, swift as sleight-of-hand, unbuttoned the front of my blouse.
A second hand joined the first, slipping behind my back and unhooking my bright pink lacy bra, pushing it up and exposing my breasts. The bite of the air conditioning immediately made my nipples, already peaked with excitement, contract into hard points, and his mouth descended on first one, then the other, sucking hard and making me writhe with pleasure that I fought with my last shreds of resistance, then I gave up the futile battle of wills and surrendered to the ecstatic electrical impulses shooting through my body, making me moan and writhe against him.
He pulled away and stepped back, watching me for a moment leaning there panting with my shirt hanging off my shoulders, my bra pushed up to my throat and my firm breasts on flagrant display, nipples pointed to the ceiling, glistening wet from his mouth.
"Turn the fuck around," he grated.
„No! Please, not here!" I attempted to pull my bra down and get my clothes together but he grabbed me and swung me around with a savage curse, bending me face down over the office table.
I moaned, as his hard hands caressed my high round ass through my black skirt. He held the tab of the zipper, pulled it down swiftly, and tugged my skirt down around my ankles, revealing my thong that matched my bra.
I was bent forward over the shining mahogany table, his laptop and my pile of files just inches away, and my ass on full display. I did not dare move, but I looked back over my shoulder and he was just standing there staring at my ass, his eyes slitted and his lips parted, his erection defeating the restraints of his pants and underwear and making itself very much evident. He raised his arm and it descended swiftly in a loud slap on my ass that made my eyes sting and my legs tremble.Another slap descended on the other ass-cheek. He slapped my ass again, and again with his hard callused hand. When he slapped me the fourth time he did not raise his hand but traced the crack of my ass with his fingers, down and under, and grazed my pussy lightly, then more firmly. The pleasure shot into my stomach and I squirmed. He pulled my thong aside and invaded the soft folds of my pussy, sliding his fingers back and forth in its slippery wetness, driving me out of my mind.
"Look at me," he rasped, and I looked over my shoulder again. He stared me in the eyes and I could not break the contact as he slipped two fingers into me, withdrew them, sniffed at them and then licked them clean. I was shocked and extremely aroused at the same time. I tried to get up, but his muscular body was imprisoning me again, and he held my hands in a vise-grip behind me. I might have been struggling with a rock. He spread my legs with his knee and then slapped my ass again, first one cheek and then the other, then he put his hand between my legs and delivered a series of short, swift slaps to my pussy. The pleasure was so intense that my knees buckled and I almost slipped to the floor, but he pushed me back up against the table.
I hated that he could do that to me, make me tremble with his touch, but my pussy loved it, reveled in it!
