by Lexi Hots
Beep.
Abby took Burner out of her mouth. She leaned back against Todd’s chest so that Burner could see Todd’s cock buried between her ass cheeks. Her beautiful, sweaty tits bounced with each thrust.
Abby spread her pussy as she looked up at Burner. “Show me what you know how to do, Professor.”
He squatted down close to her face with sweat soaking through his shirt. He gripped the chair where he could find handholds and thrust inside her.
Abby spread her legs outside of Todd’s legs to give Burner better access. He thrust in balls deep and she felt his full length.
She moaned. “Fuck my brains out. Both of you.”
They pounded her in both holes in a staggered rhythm that she could not follow. One of them squeezed her breast, but she wasn’t sure who did it. She waited for the beep and planned to turn around to let Burner have her ass.
Before she could, he leaned back and tapped his phone twice. “Shit. I’m about to cum.”
Beep. “You have indicated you are about to cum. Professor Burner, cum inside. Todd, cum inside.”
Both men started pumping harder and faster.
“It’s fixed,” Abby said.
“We can play again.” Burner breathed. “If you want to see a different result.”
Burner’s face contorted and he drove into her hard enough to nearly flip the chair. She felt him blast hot and sticky inside her. He kept thrusting and kept cumming until she thought he would never finish. His slick enthusiasm sent her into an orgasm.
He pulled out and her muscles tightened. That did the trick because Todd bounced her as he shot cum up in her ass.
Burner turned off his phone and pulled on his pants as Todd finished. Cum dripped out of her over Todd’s balls. She wasn’t even sure whose it was.
She left Todd inside her ass as he held onto her breasts and she sat in his lap.
Burner tucked in his shirt as he said, “This never happened. Any of it. Abby, you fuck whoever you want. Just do it in their dorm and not in Bellmen Hall either. Your pussy is not my problem anymore. Got it?”
Abby licked her lips. “Got it.”
“And take that cartoon off your computer.”
He walked out closing her door.
“Should I go?” Todd asked.
She squeezed her ass cheeks together and he grunted.
“Shut up, Todd.”
***
Corbin Burner opened his e-mail in his apartment a couple months later. He stared at a message from Abby. He clicked it and up popped a photo of a positive pregnancy test in her hand. She was sticking out her middle finger as she held it. His eyes went wide and he read the message silently, “Look what I have. This is the third one. I guess you don’t get to cum that hard inside me and not get me pregnant. I would have Todd tested to see if he was the father, but we haven’t had sex since that night with you in my dorm. You freaked him out. And I think I learned enough in your biology class to rule Todd out from that night. This is the new background on my computer. Looks like my pussy is your problem again. We need to talk. And this time, in this game, you are going to do everything I say. Tell me when you are ready to play.”
He heard his wife walk behind him and he slammed his laptop closed. Burner buried his face in his hands and took deep breaths.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 65
Michelle tugged on her short black skirt as she took her seat on the only red leather chair available to her. Fresh faced and with her blonde hair tied back tightly and fixed into a bun, she looked around her. The room was quite small, painted white on all sides with a large wooden desk perched at the centre of the far wall demanding attention. Behind it sat a woman of around thirty years. She lowered her narrow glasses as Michelle entered the room, as though inspecting her from head to toe. She rolled her eyes as Michelle took her seat. Around her sat four other young women. Each dressed in a short black skirt and white blouse. Each with blonde hair, some tied up, others long and flowing.
To the right hand side of the large wooden desk, a black door with pristine gold lettering that read “Dr. Johnson” opened sharply. From the room inside, ran another young woman. Blonde hair. Black skirt. White blouse. Fixing the netted leggings on her right leg and tugging her skirt back into alignment with her slender hips, she burst through the black door and out the door through which Michelle had entered. The five remaining young women glanced nervously at each other, while the elder secretary merely rolled her eyes, sighing:
“Mandy, Dr. Johnson will see you now.”
The young woman named Mandy rose shakily from her seat, gulped and patted her black skirt down as she walked timidly towards the black door.
“Shut the door behind you, hunny” the elder secretary smirked as Mandy made her way through.
One by one, each young woman burst back through the same black door, with the same look of desolation in their eyes. With every slam of the door and every whimper released by the women, Michelle felt the power drain from her thin, exposed legs. Just out of high school a matter of weeks and preparing for her first interview, the sight of young women just like her, scampering from the office of one of the most highly respected doctors in the State was not what she had expected. But hey, she had never expected to be sitting in this office in the first place.
With no previous experience to declare on her C.V., Michelle had felt resigned to a part time job in some fast food chain. But the previous day, a message had been left on her machine when she arrived home from lunch with some of her friends:
“Hi Michelle. This is Ms. Robinson from Dr. Johnson’s office in Cicero. It gives me great pleasure to inform you that you have been selected for a round of interviews to take place at our offices at 9am tomorrow morning. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that smart dress is essential. Personally, I would recommend a nice black skirt and a white blouse. But that’s just me of course. See you tomorrow.”
Michelle stood in her tiny apartment, which she rented alone, using the last of the money left to her in her late Father’s will. Who rings someone to tell them that they have been accepted for an interview and then tells them what to wear? Despite this strange ending, Michelle knew that she had just the outfit. She began throwing her clothes out of her wardrobe until she reached the very back. She withdrew a skimpy piece of black material and held it up to the light. This would do nicely. She held it to her hips as memories of her high school prom came flooding back to her. While every other young girl arrived in a long flowing dress with a handsome young boy on their arm, Michelle arrived alone, wearing all that she could afford: this $8 skirt and a white half shirt which cut just below her breasts. Michelle was one of the most attractive young women in her school, but no boy ever stood a chance. Any budding Romeo that came her way was quickly dismissed with venom as she returned to whatever she was doing, alone.
So Michelle sat quietly in her chair as the last of the vanquished resigned through the door, black mascara dripping down her cheeks just like every young woman before. She crossed her elegant legs and tightened her lips together as she awaited her instruction:
“Okay Michelle, Dr. Johnson will see you now. Good luck”, the secretary whispered condescendingly as she winked at Michelle through her glasses.
Michelle rose confidently. Unlike the rest of the women, she did not pull at and manoeuvre her skirt as close to her knees as possible. Deliberately, she allowed it to ride off centre, as she prepared to give as good as she got. She winked back at the woman who she presumed was Ms. Robinson as she made her way through the black door and confidently closed it behind her.
The man that stood before her exuded confidence. A confidence brought about by his chiselled good looks and presumably the fortune upon which his business was built. With his hands on his hips he stood behind his desk, chest pressed forward and immaculate teeth glistening as Michelle entered the room. Ominously, the first thing that she noticed w
as his belt, specifically the belt buckle. The soft, brown, Calvin Klein leather strap was connected at the front by the most eye catching jewel encrusted piece of silver that she had ever seen. The jewels formed a pattern that spelled out the letters “D” and “J”, which she assumed were his initials, or if he was really self-centred, which she immediately assumed he was, “Doctor Johnson”. From here, her eyes scanned over his navy trousers, tightly hugging his sculpted hips and butt like she had never seen. Right as she noticed the tent in the front of those perfect trousers, she realised that she had been staring here for a number of seconds and had yet to even make eye contact. She quickly raised her head and offered an embarrassed smirk as her young face blushed red. She felt her body become instantly warmer and yet a shiver emanated through her spine as she stared into his light green eyes.
“Don’t worry babe, it happens to everyone. How could any young lady consider working for a man without checking out the whole deal?”
His voice exuded the same confidence as his demeanour. His eyes pierced a hole in her brain as she felt like she could not compete. He jaw was cut perfectly behind just the right amount of stubble as he brushed a strand of light brown hair to once side, continuing his captivating smile.
“Doctor Johnson, it’s a pleasure to be here. Thank you for considering me, I appreciate the chance and I plan on grasping it with both hands.”
Michelle reached out a hand, an intended show of gratitude and respect, but the response she received was not what she expected.
“First of all, if you plan on working for me, you will address me as ‘Sir’ at all times. Doctor Johnson is for my paying customers, not for someone who I will be paying, so let’s get that right straight away. Secondly, if you are going to come in here and stare at a particular part of me, and you do insist on reaching your hand out towards me, in future I expect that you know where you will reach towards?”
Michelle stood paralysed in stunned silence. Following the dramatic exits of all previous women, she had expected to be tested. This, however, had almost knocked her out.
“Not to worry babe, have a seat. You’ll learn quickly enough. Ms. Robinson out there was just like you. She walked in here thinking that nothing could faze her. She quickly learned who the boss is around here and has spent five happy years with me. But all good things must come to an end Michelle. I mean you saw her on your way in right? What’s that lovely saying we have again? ‘Out with the old and in with the new’? Well Michelle, I think you are the new. But just to be sure, could you take that horrible pin out of your hair and let me see it flow down your back?”
For the first time in her life, Michelle did not snap back at a man who had completely demeaned her. The words washed over her as she could not avert her stare from his soft green eyes. As if in a trance, she felt herself reaching her right arm around the back of her shoulders and up towards the top of her head. She slowly and methodically drew the single pin that held her mound of hair in place. It was the way she thought a secretary should present herself. The way she had seen in movies and television programmes and the way she had read about them in the many books she had devoured while the rest of her high school friends went on dates. Once the pin was removed she placed it on the hard wooden desk in front of her, never for a moment breaking eye contact. With both hands, she ran her narrow fingers through her golden hair and shook her head violently, as her hair spread apart and settled down over her shoulders and half way down her back. She stroked her hair three times before settling her hands back on her lap, where her skirt still remained askew to the right. There they sat, without a word spoken for what must have been a number of minutes, but what felt like no time at all. Doctor Johnson had immediately made up his mind. This was the one he wanted. This was the one he craved.
Doctor Johnson rose quickly to his feet, startling Michelle who quickly snapped back to reality. Johnson began to pace slowly around the room as Michelle remained staring straight ahead. Slowly, Johnson walked up behind his new secretary to be and laid his hands on the back of her neck, gently moving them either side as they brushed over the tops of her shoulders. Expertly, he began to massage her shoulders and the top of her back. Michelle felt herself melt inside for what felt like the twentieth time since she had stepped foot in this office, where Johnson ruled.
“How could a young lady like you carry such tension in her shoulders might I ask?”
Michelle sat in the Doctor’s grip as she patiently considered her answer.
“Well, Sir, not all of us have worked as hard as you to be in a position to relax and reap the rewards now.”
Johnson allowed himself to release a short laugh. He removed his hands from the young woman’s back but not before he had let them slide down each of her hips, as he lowered himself into a squatting position behind her. With a powerful extension, he launched himself back up to a standing position and retook his position behind the intimidating desk. Michelle allowed herself to relax for a moment. She felt a sense of shame as she thought about how she was beginning to let this man control her and how she was giving in to his every demand, but deep down she did not care. She knew that she wanted this job. She wanted it more than anything in the world.
“You’ve done well so far babe. I must say, I am impressed. But there’s just one final test. A mandatory examination of all my perspective employees if you will”, Johnson said as he extended a muscular arm across his desk and grasped a yellow pencil, before twirling it in his fingers. He gently licked the top of the pencil before tossing it to once side of his chair, where it came to rest about three feet from his right shoe.
“Would you mind fetching my pencil for me please?”
Without hesitation, Michelle mouthed the words “yes sir”, before elegantly walking to her left and turning to walk down the side of the desk. She bent both knees and reached down to pick up the pencil. Just as she was about to grab it, she was interrupted.
“Think about this babe. Let’s get that little brain of yours into gear shall we? I deliberately dropped that pencil on the ground right there. I then asked you to pick it up for me. How do you think you should be going about that task? Let’s bear in mind that you walked into my office here with that skirt of yours closer to being on me than it is on you. Do you want to try picking up that pencil again?”
Michelle stood up and walked back around the front of the desk, as she prepared to complete her task again. She knew what was expected of her. She walked seductively around the desk again, but this time, instead of stooping to pick up the pencil, she continued past it. When she reached the doctor she turned on her heel and collapsed from the hip, placing her entire weight on Johnson’s lap. She stretched out a slender arm and rolled the pencil back into her fingers. She placed it carefully into her mouth as she moved her weight backwards, with one leg on either side of Johnson’s right thigh. She turned her head and winked at her boss-to-be as he ran both of his hands from her hips down her legs and back up again, this time coming under her skirt. For the third time since she had entered the office, Michelle felt a shiver run up and down the length of her spine. She knew now that this was the man who would take her for the first time. But this had nothing to do with merely getting the job which she craved. This was now about much more than that. She was sitting on the lap of the only man she had ever encountered that could make her completely submit to his will. She was locked in his vicelike grip, from which there was no escape. As Johnson’s hands continued their exploration, Michelle’s head collapsed back on his shoulder as her resistance completely caved in. The experienced doctor moved his hands back up past her hips until he reached the front of her blouse. He gently unbuttoned the first two buttons before he felt a warm hand grab his wrist.
“I’ve given you a taste Sir, now, what’s in this for me?”
Johnson looked her up and down after she had stood up and turned back around to face him. He made no attempt to cover his erection as he remained seated with his legs spread wide. He moved his ha
nd to his face and scratched his stubble, as if trying to figure out the young woman who stood before him. He couldn’t let this one slip.
“How does $1,000 a week sound? But you’ll have to understand it may not all be nine to five. As the secretary of the top doctor in the state your responsibilities will vary greatly. You’ll have to be open to change and able to adapt as I instruct you. You’ll start tomorrow at nine. Keep the skirt. On your way out you can tell Ms. Robinson that her services are no longer required.”
“Yes Sir. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Michelle’s heart was pounding as she left the room and carried out her instructions. For the first time in her life, something meaningful was happening. As much as she wanted to be able to put this arrogant asshole in his place, she knew that she wanted him too much. As she turned the golden key to her run-down apartment she just could not get him out of her head. She lay on her bed for the rest of the day, still wearing the same clothes, fantasising about what the next chapter of her life would hold for her. Surely some form of a professional relationship would have to be maintained? But that’s not what she wanted. She thought about where he would take her first. At work? In his office? In the reception? Or would he take her back to his place at the end of the first day? With all of these thoughts running through her head, Michelle drifted off to sleep.
