“You’re hot for it, aren’t you? You’re hot and wet. Your pussy is red and swollen.”
She let out a gasp of pleasure. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to see how horny and turned on she was.
“Unbutton your shirt. Let me see your sweet tits.”
She didn’t see him clearly through her sagging eyelids. She saw only herself in all her burning glory. She was more turned on right now than she’d ever been in her life. Her tissues throbbed in naked lust, and the sticky nectar oozed from her engorged cunt to evaporate on her quivering ass.
She flicked open the buttons holding her shirt closed. She spread the two sides to expose her lacy white bra. She unhooked the front clasp, and the cups fell away from her pendulous globes. Her breasts flopped free, and the nipples tightened in the open air.
“That’s so nice, Sonya. You’re so beautiful like that. That’s good. Lie back. Let me see you like that.”
She spread herself out for his inspection. She seethed in tormented agony. She wanted sex. She smelled the vapors rising from her own sore pussy. She longed for something to fill her up and drive her wild. She hungered for something she couldn’t identify, something that would release her from her long torpor and make her fully alive for once in her life.
She draped her arms over the chair. Her thighs twitched all the way up to her precious pussy. He could see how wet she was. He could see how much she wanted it.
“Touch yourself.”
Her eyes snapped open to stare at him. “What?”
“Touch yourself. Show me how you pleasure yourself. I want to see you get yourself off.”
She couldn’t move. Get herself off? When was the last time she did that? She never did it since she got together with Liam. She let him do it for her when she got off at all. How exactly did she do it?
The gentle softness vanished from his eyes. “I told you to touch yourself, Sonya. Did you hear me?”
She nodded. She couldn’t speak to save her life.
“Touch yourself, Sonya. Touch that wet pussy of yours. Let me see you cum.”
She moved her arms on the chair, but she couldn’t bring herself to inch her hands in the direction of her crotch.
He swiveled his chair sideways with a shake of his head. “Don’t do that, Sonya. Don’t throw my orders back in my face. That could go very badly for you, and I wouldn’t want that. Put your hand on your pussy and play with your clit.”
She still didn’t move. He took one look at her mouth hanging open.
“All right, Sonya. I can see you’re not used to this, so I’ll make it easier for you. Put your hands on your knees.”
She could manage that much. She moved her hands and covered her knee caps with her fingers.
“Now rock them back and forth and let me hear you moan. Tell me how much you want it.”
She swayed her legs back and forth. Moaning was easy. The desire roiling inside her came up through her throat of its own accord. Her eyelids weighed a ton, and her skin tingled all over. She let out a long breath, and the sound of her own moaning carried her forward to greater and longer moaning.
Her thighs melted. Her hips turned to jelly and dribbled between her legs in puddles of wet. She sighed and mewed in craven lust.
“Are you turned on right now, Sonya? Do you want me to see you touch yourself.”
“Yes.” God, how she wanted him to see her! She wanted to rise to the heights of climactic desire. If she couldn’t take herself there, he could.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
She closed her eyes the rest of the way and gave vent to her torturous emotions. “I want it. I want you to see me. Oh, God, I can’t stand this. I need it so bad.”
“Run your fingertips up and down your thighs. Turn yourself on, Sonya. Get yourself hot and wet.”
She trailed her fingertips up and down the inside edge of her thighs. Sparkles of passionate desire tickled up her ass to her cunt. “Oh, my God! That feels so good. That makes me so damn hot.”
“That’s it. Make yourself so hot you cum for me. I want to hear you sing.”
She ran her fingertips all the way up to her hips, but she didn’t dare touch herself without his say-so. She lingered over her swollen mons in a ferment of anticipation.
“Do you want to play with yourself now? Are you ready to touch yourself?”
“Yes. I want it.”
“Do you want to cum, baby? Do you want to scream for me?”
“I want to cum so bad. I want you to hear me scream.”
“Do you know how beautiful you are right now, Sonya? Do you know how hot you make me? Any man would want to fuck you right now.”
“I want to turn you on. I want to make you hot for me.” Where did these words come from? Where did these cravings come from? They spoke out of their own raging heat, without any impetus from her.
“You make me so hard, Sonya. You always have. I wanted to fuck you the very first time you walked into this office, but I could see you weren’t ready for that. Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Oh, yes! Oh, God, please fuck me. I need it so bad.”
“Not yet, baby. You’re not ready for that just yet.”
“Oh, please.”
“Touch yourself for me first. I want to see what you’re like when you cum. Can you feel me licking you? Can you feel my fingers inside you?”
“Oh, yes, that feels so good.”
“Show me, baby. Show me how you touch yourself while you think about me licking you and getting you off.”
She let her hand fall on her sweet mound. She heaved once at the first touch, but in another moment, her fingers found the saturated slit between her petals. She gave her clitoris a feather touch. It didn’t need anymore. It leapt under her finger, and the honey flowed from her fountain when she circled it.
She wanted so much more than her clitoris could give her. A burning itch ate into her from the inside. She had to scratch that itch with all her strength. She dabbled in her slit and stirred the sauce around her lips. She spread it up over her clit, but the vacuous hole yawning open called her further down.
She dipped her fingers farther in to find the pleasure spot just inside the opening. She could work that spot all day long, and it would only grow and grow with ever-increasing hunger. It needed. It needed everything she could throw at it and never be satisfied. It would never give up its devouring need until it got...
She stopped short before she allowed herself to complete that thought. What did it need? It needed something thick and hard and mean, something dangerous and penetrating and destroying. It needed something a lot bigger than her finger to burst her wide open and send her over the moon.
He read her thoughts. “You need it, don’t you, baby? You need something inside you. You need my hard cock nailing you to the wall.”
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. I need it.”
“Say it, baby. Say what you need.”
“I need your cock. I need your hard cock. I need it big and hard. Oh, God, don’t do this to me. I can’t stand this. I need it so bad.”
“Beg for it, baby. Beg me to fuck you right now.”
“Oh, fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard. I can’t do this. I can’t stand this. Oh, please.”
“Finger yourself, baby. Stick your finger in your pussy and tell me how much you like it.”
She plunged one finger in as far as it would go, but that wasn’t enough so she added another one. She couldn’t reach her cervix buried deep inside, so she attacked that pleasure spot near the entrance. She hooked her fingers against it, but no matter which way she turned, she found another place that brought her to the brink of insanity. She worked right and left, and everything she did made her moan and writhe and sob.
He watched from behind his desk. She couldn’t see his hands gripping the chair arms with white knuckles, but she imagined the pulsating bulge tightening against his pants. If only she could get to it, she would go to work on that thing with all her tempestuous passion.
Never before in her life had she known what to do with a stiff cock, but she knew now. She knew how to touch and suck and take that cock until she reduced herself to a sweating, screeching mess. He was right. This had nothing to do with any man. This was all about her and what she wanted.
She buried her whole hand in her steaming pussy, but she could never satisfy herself. Her G spot swelled under her continuous attention. It puffed to fill her whole cavern with its blood-saturated flesh. It clamped around her fingers so she couldn’t bend them anymore, but still, she yearned for more and more and more.
“That’s right, baby. You’re a horny little beast, aren’t you? Let me see how you cum all over those fingers of yours.”
If only she could cum, she could get some relief from this killing ache. She hovered on the very limit of endurance, but she couldn’t cross the boundary into the world of bottomless ecstasy.
He waited, but at last she sank back in the chair in defeat. Her hand hung limply over her mound, and she let her heaving breath subside.
Cameron broke in on her reverie. “What’s wrong, Sonya? You said you wanted to cum.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry. It’s just that...I don’t know. It’s just...”
“It’s just what?”
“It’s not enough. I need more. I don’t know why.”
He shook his head. “Do you need even more help? I’m surprised at you. Here. Try this.”
Chapter 4
Cameron slid open his desk drawer and drew something out. He handed it across the desk before Sonya got a good look at it. He set it on its base so it stuck up toward the ceiling, shiny and pliant and bright purple.
She stared at the thing. She’d heard about them, but never seen one in real life. It looked like an enormous purple dick, real in every respect except the simple fact that it wasn’t attached to any living body. What was she supposed to do with that?
“Take it. I think you’ll find it does the job.”
She picked it up and twirled it in her hand. It lay cold and dead and rubbery in her hand, not like a real flesh-and-blood cock at all.
“Stick it inside your pussy.”
She turned it to point toward her, but that made no sense at all.
“Stick it in your pussy, Sonya. I want to see your sweet juice covering its head.”
That convinced her. She could follow any guidance when he told her what to do. She lowered it between her legs. It sizzled against her fingers and seemed to leap to life when it came near her. She inched it closer to her slit, and a shiver of excitement went through her guts.
She touched the lifeless rubber to her burning leaves. Her clit spasmed at the touch. Her body could imagine a real man attached to that thing, that tool moving in on her to split her wide open.
She circled her opening with the thing’s rounded head. She coated it with her nectar. It didn’t feel lifeless and alien now. It wanted her, the same way a real man would want her. It could bring her to her climax as well as any man.
She had a man, though, didn’t she? Cameron was here, right over there across the desk. He gave her this gift—not that rubbery thing, but this moment. He gave her the pleasure as certainly as if he took her himself.
She dug the thing deeper into her gash, and the thick flesh around her opening welcomed it in. She angled it around in a circle to nudge every available spot. Her mouth fell open in a ragged groan of deepest desire.
“That’s the way. Nice and easy. Work that thing into your cunt, baby. Does that feel good? Does that make you want to cum, little girl?”
She lost all awareness of the man across the room. She spoke to herself, to the tool in her hand. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. That’s so good. It’s so big and thick and hard. God, I want your cock. I want it so bad. Oh, God, I want to fuck. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard.”
When did she learn to beg like that? When had she ever wanted anyone or anything to fuck her like she wanted it now?
Never. That’s when. She never said a word during sex before, but now her own words sparked her raging climax to rise from the bottom of her being. Her enormous primal power burst out of her with mind-boggling intensity. She sank that tool to its hilt into her cunt as far as it would go and rode it down hard. She bucked her hips and rubbed her clit with her fingers. Her mouth gaped open in loud, lusty screams of orgasmic fulfillment until the jiz gushed from her font.
She tossed her head from side to side against the chair and let her screams come hard and fast. She surfed one wave of exploding release after another. No sooner did she soar down one long sloping wave than another lifted her up to the crashing peaks of ecstasy again.
She fell apart and came back together again on that inhospitable tool. She sat down on it to her body’s natural limit. It touched every place along her channel with its ridged surface to give her whole body the inner massage it needed with such desperate fury.
Fireworks of glorious color burst before her eyes and extended their tendrils out to her fingertips and toes. Her whole body glowed with vibrant life. Was she alive, or had she erupted into some supernova of carnal satisfaction? She didn’t know. It didn’t matter anymore.
When the last wave lowered her down to Earth once again and she lay shattered and limp on her chair, she lacked the strength to remove the purple shaft from her folds. She left it where it was and let her life drift away from her.
What would her life become after this? She could never be the same. She could never be satisfied with anything short of this. If she never touched another man again, she could get this by herself. Some several dozen shops downtown sold these sex toys. She could get one there or online and never depend on a man for satisfaction again.
Before she could pull herself together, she heard Cameron’s voice murmuring to her from close by. “That’s right. That’s so good. You are so hot, baby. I knew you could do it.”
Something prodded her between the legs. She kept her eyes closed and her head turned away so she didn’t have to see what was happening. Whatever happened, the change in her would be permanent.
Something soft touched her sensitive folds. Before she could fully understand what was happening, luscious warm wetness filled her soul to the brim. His hair touched her thighs, and his hands closed around her ass where her syrup stuck her to the chair. He pulled her against his mouth, and his tongue titillated her to overwhelming arousal all over again.
She arched her back to reach him, but he held her in place with hands and mouth. He munched her bleeding gash with masterful strokes until she whimpered and whined. Her hands found their own way to his hair to guide his movements against her cunt, but he knew what he was doing.
He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Every undulation of her hips to catch his rhythm drove that purple cock deeper into her engorged box, and she took it for all she was worth. She loved it. She drank it to the dregs. It fulfilled her beyond anything she could imagine.
He lapped her nub stronger and harder, but since she just experienced the most profound orgasm of her life, she didn’t rise to the same heights the second time. She kicked and thrashed against his treatment, but she didn’t come close to exploding in spurting cum again.
He slid his hand up to her breast and pinched her nipple hard. He rolled the crinkled flesh between his thumb and finger, and bolts of lightning shot down her middle to the foaming nest between her legs, but nothing would take her beyond the tension to full release.
After an eternity eating her out, he settled down and gave up. He kept eating, but he didn’t maul her up and down the way he did before. His rhythm slowed, and she prepared herself to settle down. She had a good time, but it was bound to end sooner or later.
He brought his hands back down to cradle her ass. He lifted her hips to his mouth and swam in acres of her sauce. She followed his movements with her hands. She stroked him and caressed him in her post-coital glow.
She opened her eyes and gazed down at him, there between her legs, and fo
und him staring up at her. What did he see? Did he see her unchained heart broken loose from its cage? Something wild haunted his eyes.
All of a sudden, he shifted one hand away from her buttocks. She couldn’t see what he was doing. Was he playing with himself down there? Before she could wonder, he swizzled his finger through her dripping curtains, from her clit, down her slit, and drove it into the back door lying tight and dark below. Her steaming concoction lubricated its passage into her depths.
Sonya was so surprised she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t comprehend what happened. She froze in terrified astonishment, but he only devoured her clit with fresh gusto. In an instant, the combination of his lips on her clitoris, the purple tool buried in her cunt, and his finger exploring her brown hole took her over the edge into great blasts of rising tempests.
It started as terrible gasps racking her body from top to bottom. She couldn’t get enough air. She clawed his head and clenched her fists in his hair. She forced herself on him, on his face, on his hand, on the toy he put inside her.
She rocked against the chair and pushed his finger deeper into her ass. She crushed the toy into her pussy, and its fake purple balls put even more pressure on its rigid shaft and Cameron’s hand. She ground her clitoris against his face.
The waves crashed over her. Her ass ached, but she couldn’t stop it responding to his penetrations. Her panting gasps escalated to howls and last to screams. She couldn’t stand this. She would fly into pieces and die.
Nothing could prepare her for this. No man could take her to this place of cosmic completion. What had she been doing with her life all these years? What had she been doing with Liam and other tame characters she met on OKCupid and every other stupid internet dating site under the sun?
All that lay behind her. The endless desert of her past life ran away into the past, never to bother her again. She hated what she had been and would never be again. She would blossom into something new, something whole and alive. She would be someone deserving of Cameron’s affection.
No wonder he didn’t do anything with her when she first walked into his office. A man as astute as he was could see plain as day she was barren and repressed and dead. She blessed him in her heart for saving her from herself.
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