by Powerone
Michael felt the relief as his orgasm subsided. Like an obedient little girl, she licked him clean. It wasn’t fair that she was left in such a condition, but he wouldn’t fuck her yet. That would be for another night. “Stand up and hold your skirt above your waist.”
She got an excited look on her face. She pulled her skirt up so high that he could see all of her black thong. She spread her legs and hoped Michael would satisfy her lust now.
Michael looked down at her wet thong, the black material soaked in her juices. There was a clear outline of her pronounced slit. “You did a very good job sucking my cock. You obey well.” His hand slid down to the front of her thong, to grip her vulva in his hand in spite of her wetness and squeezed together the two puffy lips. “I love a girl with full, puffy lips. There are so many things I can do with them or to them.” He squeezed tighter as he felt Criona’s legs shuffle farther apart. He released them only long enough to slip one finger between the sharp divide and push her thong deep inside while his other fingers squeezed her mound again. She shuddered in pleasure.
He’d barely touched her, and she struggled not to cum so quickly. Her mind raced from his words, imagining what he’d do to her pussy. His fingers began to saw up and down her slit as the finger between her lips pressed so deep. He slid his finger up and down as Michael used his other hand to squeeze her mound tight. It was when his finger banged hard against her clit that she came, unable to control it, not wanting to. She let her body go as Michael’s finger slid up and down as she came on it, her legs barely able to hold up her body as the pleasure raced through her. She was cumming for Michael. It was a fantasy only days before. His eyes stared into hers as the throes of ecstasy raced through her body, Criona unashamed of her violent orgasm. She fell against the desk, her body ravished by her orgasm. And then, Michael surprised her. He kissed her as his tongue reached into her mouth just as his cock did only minutes before. It was a passionate kiss. He pulled away from her. “I think I’m going to be a very naughty girl.”
Michael smiled at her. “I hope so. Really bad.” He walked her out of the building but neither one said anything, but they both knew that they’d soon meet again.
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It was two days since that night with Criona. Michael looked for her around the office but never found her. How come I saw her so much before I knew that she was my mystery girl, and now that I know, she is nowhere in sight? His workload was slow; it always got that way once one project was finished and the next had yet to start. He was ready to leave and planned a night at home, when he looked up as the door to his office closed. His heart raced when he saw it was Criona; tonight all of a sudden became more interesting.
She leaned against the closed door, and Michael noticed that she’d locked it. She had a bag in her hand, and she put it carefully down on the credenza near the door. His cock grew hard as he saw her, her dress still covered her body too much, but Michael imagined what lay beneath the white dress. He didn’t have to wait long as his eyes stared at her hands as they undid the wrap-around dress. She tossed it aside to stand before him in the sheerest of bra and panties. The pink sheer bra did little to hide anything from his imagination. Her nipples, hard and swollen, pushed out the holes cut in the bra; the fabric circled them like targets. The low-rise cheeky panties clung to her body as Michael’s cock throbbed to get loose of his tight-fitting pants. She looked so delicious perched high atop her heels that accented her long, naked legs.
Criona reached for the bag to take out the riding crop and saw the surprised look on Michael’s face. She enjoyed that she could surprise him so easily, and she hoped that he had a surprise for her. “I’ve been a really naughty girl.” She could barely breathe as she said it. “And need to be punished severely.” She turned to the side so he could see a profile of her body, from her almost-naked breasts, to her firm cheeks that pushed out the panties so provocatively.
Michael walked over to her. “Is that for me?” He pointed at the riding crop in her hand.
“Yes.” She handed him the riding crop.
Michael never handled a riding crop before, and he was surprised that it was so light. He looked at it and held it in front of Criona’s face as his hand ran down the shaft. There were leather laces that were wound tightly around the shaft to make it rough. The end flap, a two-inch wide leather flap was meant for extra action. Michael’s hand fit tightly into the loop at the other end as if it were made especially for him. “Stand in the center of the room.” He wanted to be able to visit any part of her body or all of it.
She stood in the center of the room with her legs spread apart, waiting. She didn’t know what to expect from Michael. They were moving far from a simple spanking. She watched as Michael pushed the riding crop between her legs and moved it up her thighs as Criona felt the rough surface of the laces that were wound from the top to the bottom of the shaft on her soft inner thighs. “EEEEHH,” she couldn’t contain the pleasure she felt when he touched it between her legs, and Criona shivered as it touched her intimately.
“Close your legs,” Michael ordered her, the riding crop still between them. She obeyed without question to trap the crop between her thighs. “Keep them nice and tight.” He began to pull the crop back and forth and pulled it up as he did to make it ride against her pussy. He pulled it up until he saw it push between her lips and her panties were shoved deep into her slit by the crop. He began to move it back and forth as the rough surface slid noisily against her panties. Her eyes were closed with a look of pleasure on her face. And her panties grew wet as the crop masturbated her.
She couldn’t believe the feeling when the crop dragged through her lips; Criona wished she was naked, wished she could feel the rough leather laces pass through her naked lips. She didn’t expect this from Michael. He began to move it faster to press harder between her lips until her panties were jammed tightly into her mound. She couldn’t believe how good it felt.
She’d cum soon if he didn’t stop, and he had so much more he wanted to do to her first. There would be pain before she received the pleasure she wanted. He stopped. “Release it.” She opened her legs and eyes, a look of disappointment on her face. He pulled the crop from between her legs, her panties now soaked in her juices. She grew wet easily. He walked behind her as Criona’s head turned to follow him, a look of fear and anticipation in her eyes. He looked down at her ass, the cheeky panties pulled tight over her taut cheeks so that her crack was pronounced. The crop swung as if he had done it before to slash sideways, the flap attacked one cheek with a loud thud. He was rewarded with a shrill cry from Criona. He yanked the crop back to swing it forward until it visited her other cheek with equal gusto, her cry not as loud since the surprise was gone. Not to be denied the pleasure of her cries of pain, Michael swung the crop harder this time, delighted by a shrill cry from Criona as it caught her lower down on her cheek. He began to get into a tempo to strike a new spot each time. He waited for the cry before he moved onto the next spot and varied the severity of the blow to the loudness of her cries of pain.
The first blow was a shock. It wasn’t that she didn’t expect him to hit her; it was just the sting of the crop when it slapped her flesh, her muscles taut as she braced for the slap. He hit her again then again, harder, Criona unable to contain her cries of pain. Michael worked the crop over her ass, from the top, all the way down to the bottom as her cries grew louder when the crop slapped the sensitive skin of her thighs. It hurt but it hurt good. She spread her legs wider and hoped that Michael would understand. He did; the next time the flap hit her flesh, it was naked flesh, down on her naked thigh, so close to her pussy she was sure that she could feel the air blow through her panties. Maybe it was her imagination, maybe it was just a wish.
Michael began to rhythmically work the crop on her thighs as the white skin turned pink, which inspired Michael to hit her harder. Her feet began to dance as she shuffled back and forth, but she never closed her legs. She always left herself vulnerable. His aim g
ot better, and he was able to slap her flesh so close to her pussy without touching it, though Michael was sure that she wanted him to do it. She’d have to wait; there was so much more flesh to avail himself of first. He stopped as Criona breathed hard and her chest rose and fell as she tried to fill her lungs. He looked over her shoulder at her lovely breasts and the hard nipples that pushed out the peek-a-boo bra. It did nothing to hide her treasures so his fingers deftly unsnapped the bra as his hands slid it off her shoulders. It fell down her arms and slid to the floor. Her milky-white breasts stood out so proudly capped with big brown nipples. They begged for the intimate touch of the riding crop.
She was half naked now, stripped to the waist by Michael, the crop still in his hand. He walked around in front as her hands hung uselessly at her sides, her fists clenched as she waited. Even though she wore conservative clothes, she was still proud of her body, especially her breasts. There wasn’t a bit of sag in them and her nipples were quite responsive and hardened at the merest touch, even from her fingers. Now, she’d allowed herself to be in this unfathomable position of Michael, a riding crop and her naked breasts all together. There was only one outcome, and Criona feared and craved it.
“Now hold very still. I’m going to make those lovely tits dance for me.” The crop swung up from the floor as if had a mind of its own; the harsh leather flap caught Criona on the soft underbelly of one firm breast. He was delighted as the flesh bounced up by the sudden shock of the blow, but nothing delighted him more than her cry of pain. It sounded as if no one had ever whipped her breasts before; her eyes opened so wide when the crop hit her as if she couldn’t believe what had just happened.
She couldn’t have fathomed such a thing, the crop slapped so hard on her breast that it bounced up and down, at the same time the pain laced through her breast flesh to shoot to her brain. It was much worse than on her ass, her breasts were tender and Michael sought out the delicate flesh on the underside, the power of the blow made her scream in pain. “OOOOWWW,” her hands clenched, fighting the urge to soothe the pain on her right breast. She looked down at her breast and expected to see blood. She was surprised, unable to tell where it was struck. But she had little time to contemplate the situation, because Michael began to go to work on her breasts. He moved to the other one to make it jerk up and down as the crop visited the underside. The next blow moved up, high on her breast, Criona’s eyes opened wide in terror as it looked like it would strike her nipple, but at the last moment, it passed by to strike her bosom.
Michael made her tits dance as the riding crop slapped one then the other, the flesh never rested as it was struck again. Her cries weren’t as loud, but her alabaster flesh was now pink with tiny welts that appeared when Michael struck the tender flesh too hard. He learned to accurately hit where he aimed, and he took his time to play the crop all around her nipples without touching them. “Arch your back and stick those lovely tits out for me.” He wanted good targets.
She shivered in fear but did as he ordered to arch her back provocatively, her breasts shoved out, her nipples pointed up to the ceiling. She braced for the next blow, but nothing could’ve prepared her for it. She fought to stand erect, but she wanted so badly to clutch her hands to her breast and sooth away the pain that laced through her nipple. Michael had struck it, and the flap hit it dead center so that her swollen nipple took the full force of the leather flap. The pain shot to her brain, her shrill cry so loud that she was afraid someone had heard it. “EEEEWWW.” She kept the position he wanted, but her body shook as she tried to brace herself for it again. Michael smiled as he swung the riding crop again, her other nipple bore the full brunt of the blow, this time even harder and the pain was more intense. “EEEGGGHH.” She cried out, but Michael began to slap her breasts with the crop to race all over the globes. Criona never knew when he would strike her nipple, and the intense pain would cloud her eyes with tears.
Michael whipped her breasts for five minutes, and he enjoyed the power he had, especially when he sought out her nipples and attacked them with a vengeance. Her big, beautiful blue eyes were filled with tears, but that did little to dampen his enthusiasm. She stood in position, even though her body shook. He finally stopped. Her proud breasts were now a dark red, her nipples swollen and twice their normal size. He couldn’t resist as his hand reached out and grabbed both of the battered tips. He squeezed them tight as Criona’s mouth clenched in pain though she bore the pain in silence.
In spite of the pain in her breasts, her panties were drenched, and Michael quickly found her shameful secret. His hand slid down over her mound to grip her pussy lips just as he did before. She almost came from the touch.
“Such a shameless slut,” he teased her when he found her wet with desire in spite of whipping her breasts. It only inspired him more as his hand slid into the top of her panties to slowly pull them down her legs. The thin, wet material clung to her slit as he yanked them off her. He kneeled down as Criona put her legs together so he could lift each foot until her panties were gone. He stood up but not before he planted a few kisses on her thighs and one on her mound as he inhaled the scent of her arousal. He stood back up and stepped back so he could admire her naked body. “Spread your legs again for me, Criona.” She obeyed without question. Her wet pussy lips were pulled back to reveal the glistening juices that coated her inner lips.
She was ashamed, aroused and scared, all at the same time. She stood naked in his office. Though it was late and there were few left in the building, there was always the chance that someone would burst into the door unexpectedly. And Michael stood in front of her with a riding crop in his hand that she had given to him, her breasts already a testament to his increasing skill in using it. His eyes feasted on her naked lower flesh now, at her neatly trimmed bush that could do little to hide her mound, flesh untouched so far with the crop though Criona knew that wouldn’t last. He walked around in back of her as Criona shut her eyes as if she could somehow shut it all out of her mind. She shivered as goose bumps appeared on her flesh as he lightly traced the flap at the end of the crop along her ass cheeks and over the flesh he had already whipped once.
He saw her ass cheeks quiver and then clench tight when he touched the crop over her flesh to trace the red marks that marred her white flesh. He took the end of the crop and trailed it up and down her crack as her firm globes grew taut when she flexed her muscles to try to keep the end of the crop from the dark crevice that split the lovely white cheeks. He drew it back quickly and then forward; the sharp crack of the leather as it hit her flesh made his cock jerk in pleasure. She yelped quietly from the pain. “Relax your cheeks.” The end of the crop returned to explore her crack; this time, he pushed it in deeper and saw Criona struggle to comply and leave her ass open to his harsh fondling. He pushed the crop up and down her crack so the leather passed over her tiny, wrinkled ass hole, just a tiny pucker in a sea of white flesh.
She felt the fiery touch of the leather over her anus, and Criona struggled to allow him to fondle such a place. She hadn’t even thought of him doing that, yet she felt the crop pass back and forth over her anus to make the tiny hole quiver from the unexpected touch; Criona was barely able to control the muscles. “AAAAAWWW.” She jerked on her feet as Michael swung the crop and hit her between her cheeks. The blow struck so close to her anus that she froze in fear. It stung something fierce; the skin was tender and the crop so harsh. She braced herself but no amount of preparation helped. Michael swung the crop; this time, the cruel leather flap struck her squarely on her vulnerable anus. It felt like he tried to drive it into her body. She couldn’t believe the pain that radiated from her backside, her muscles clenched uncontrollably from fiery pain that laced around her hole. “EEEEEEEH.” She screamed in pain, but Michael cared little. Another swat on her anus sent her hips forward as Criona fought to keep the position. She was sure that he had cut her back there. Her cheeks fought to protect her tiny hole even as the muscles were ablaze in pain.
Michael s
miled from ear to ear as he enjoyed her cries of surprise when he struck her on her ass hole; the loud splat almost made him cum. The excitement as he hit a woman on her ass hole was too exciting, yet she kept the position with her cheeks relaxed as Michael wielded the crop to strike it again. “Bad girls get whipped on their ass hole and elsewhere.” He swung the crop; this time, up from the floor to slap on the inside of her thigh, high up where her legs met, only millimeters from her pussy. He didn’t pause as he slapped the other side to see the flesh turn red from the blow. Michael didn’t fail to notice the trickle of her juices that ran down her thigh.
He walked in front of her and saw the single tear run down her cheek. The crop slid between her legs; this time, there were no panties to protect her as he slid it between her lips. He began to ride the shaft of the crop up and down her slit so that the rough leather laces could slide unevenly along her sensitive inner flesh of her pussy lips. He drew it all the way back and forward and noticed the thin coat of juices on it.
“Eeeekkk,” she cried as she stood on her toes when the crop sawed up and down her slit. The laces felt like rough rope as they slid along her silky inner lips. Criona almost regretted buying a crop that didn’t have the smooth shaft. She looked down and noticed that her hips still moved. She rode the crop for pleasure, and the shaft was wet with her juices.
He pulled the crop back. Criona’s eyes were open wide, but she looked down between her legs. She didn’t see the crop until it was too late. Michael hit one of puffy pussy lips with a sharp snap. She looked up at him, a look of amazement in her eyes, and then, she screamed and bit her lip as she tried to muffle the scream. Her breathing was ragged as Criona huffed and puffed; her lovely breasts heaved up and down as she struggled to fill her lungs. He struck again; this time, he caught her on the other lip, another delightful scream torn from her mouth.
