Tell Me What to Do

by Lena Malick

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, God. You have beautiful, long fingers. What about my ass? Do you think, maybe, you could put a finger, very gently, in my ass?”

  “Yes.” It was barely a breath.

  “Ohhh, God. My ass hole is pink. Did you know that? Nobody’s ever put a finger in there before. It’s virgin. A tight, virgin, pink ass hole. For you. Yes, your finger in my ass would have been great.”

  “Oh, God,” he whispered.

  “Allan?”

  “Yes,”

  “Why don’t you tell me do something?”

  He was quiet.

  “Why don’t you tell me to take my pants off?”

  He struggled. Finally, “Take your pants off. Please.”

  “Don’t say please.”

  “NOW! Take your pants off NOW!” he burst out.

  I quickly kicked my shoes off and pulled my pants and panties down together, stepping out of them. As I bent to pull them off, I could tell I was so soaked that even my thighs were wet. I stepped toward the table, into the light. Allan stared at me, mesmerized.

  “Get on the table,” he said. “Please. I mean, not please. Now! Get on the table, now, damn it!”

  I climbed on the table, sliding forward and turning on my back.

  “Now, spread your legs,” he said.

  I put my hands under my knees and pulled my legs up and all the way out. Years of yoga have made me very flexible. I spread my self completely open, almost flipping over backwards in my excitement. My wet, swollen, clean-shaven pussy and ass hole were displayed for him, lit by the overhead light.

  Allan stepped forward, as if drawn by some great power, and buried his face in my pussy. He licked and sucked me like a man on fire. He was a bit clumsy, treating my pussy like something to gorge on, but it felt absolutely marvelous. His enthusiasm and need was so strong it pushed my own desire. I began to moan and twitch. Keeping his mouth on me, he whipped off his jacket, then came up just long enough to pull his shirt off. He went back down on me, licking, sucking, spreading me open and burying his tongue deep.

  He stepped back, face shinny. I looked at him from between my legs. He dipped down, taking his pants off, his dick springing forward. “Sit up,” he said, with authority. I think he was getting the hang of it. I sat on the edge of the table, my legs dangling over. He grabbed one of the swivel chairs and flopped down in it, looking up at me. “Take your top off. Slowly. Like a strip tease.”

  I still had my pantsuit jacket on. I slowly took it off. He wheeled his chair closer. I put my feet on the armrests of his chair as I unbuttoned my blouse. I worked my way down, slowly. Allan watched, mesmerized. When my blouse was all the way unbuttoned, I slid it off my shoulders. I had on a boring, wide strap bra. I tried to make the most of it, sliding a strap off my shoulder, pushing my chest up and out. I pushed my cleavage together and leaned forward so I was right above him. I looked down and saw him stroking his dick. His cock was thick and hard as a rod, the head straining up high as if it could smell my crotch. He stroked it as he looked at my tits.

  I unhooked my bra and let it fall forward. Allan stood up and buried his face in my tits, sucking deep on my nipples and kneading them with one hand as he stroked his dick with the other. I ran my hand over the back of his head. My feet were still propped on his chair. My pussy was so soaked it was getting the glassy surface of the table wet.

  Allan sat back down. He tried to calm himself, as if afraid it would all be over too quickly. I sat up and started to take my feet from his chair. He grabbed my ankles, holding them firm. He slid his chair closer to the table, spreading my legs wider as he did, and making my ass slide on the table, slick from my drenched pussy.

  “Masturbate,” he said.

  I was afraid if I touched myself I’d explode. I’d never in my life had so much sexual energy built up inside me. “Yes, sir,” I said, and put a hand on my crotch. I put my other hand behind me to steady myself. I started to rub my clit.

  “Stick a finger in your pussy,” Allan said, stroking his dick. He was just above eye level with my cunt, and about a foot away. “Yes, sir,” I said, and stuck my middle finger deep in my pussy. As soon as I did, I knew I was close to cuming.

  “Stick another finger in your pussy.”

  “Yes, sir.” I think it was him telling me what to do that was driving me wild, more than what I was doing to myself. It was even more exciting than I imagined. I slid a second finger in my pussy as I saw some pre-cum glisten at the tip of his dick. I could feel my clit engorge, pulsing like an artery. I wasn’t sure I could hold off another second.

  “Sir?” I whimpered.

  “Yes,” he said, stopping his stroke.

  “I’m afraid, sir, I may have an orgasm very soon,” I said, in breathy hic-ups.

  “No!” he said. “Take your hand away!” I did, just in time. Hearing him bark at me like that almost put me over the edge. I sat still, trying not to move, afraid if I did I’d loose it.

  “Get down,” he said, standing up, his enormous erection sticking out like an appendage. I slid off the table, leaving a long wet smear, and stood there.

  He grabbed my bra off the table. “Turn around,” he said. “Put your hands behind you.” I did. He wrapped my bra around my wrists several times and tied it tight. “Sit in this chair,” he said.

  “Yes, sir.” I’d never been bound before. I sat in the chair, my hands tied behind me. He took my blouse from off the floor and came around behind me. He rolled the blouse up, whipping it into a band, and put it over my eyes, blindfolding me. He tied it behind my head. I felt a pang of fear, being so vulnerable. I was in a building, alone with a man, and now I was bound and blindfolded. Then I realized it wasn’t fear I felt, but a new kind of excitement I’d never felt before. I was in totally uncharted territory. I had to trust. Just trust and give over completely. I knew I was safe. It was the feeling of stepping into the unknown that I was feeling.

  I couldn’t see, but I could get a sensation of light and dark. A shadow crossed and I realized Allan was in front of me, straddling the chair. I could smell him. “Open your mouth,” he said, sternly. I did. “Stick your tongue out, flat.” I did. Very faintly, oh so lightly, I could feel the tip of his dick trace my lips and brush against the flat of my tongue. I let out a slight sound as he did this. I could taste traces of his slippery cum, coating my lips like a gloss. I wanted him to put his dick in my mouth. I wanted to feel the fullness of it, the hardness of it, the strength of it. He slapped my tongue with the head of his dick. I started to squirm.

  “I’m going to put my dick in your mouth. You’re not to suck it. You’re not to move.”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Excruciatingly slowly, he slid his dick in my mouth. I couldn’t help it; I wrapped my mouth around it. He quickly pulled his cock out.

  “You are not to suck my dick, do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m so sorry.” He pushed his dick back in. He stared stroking, masturbating, with about the first third of his cock in my mouth. He stared groaning, stroking harder and faster. I could feel him expanding in my mouth, getting impossibly harder.

  I stared to squirm. I wanted to suck. I wanted him to fuck me, or to go down on me again. I’d never had an orgasm without some kind of stimulation, but I felt now it was possible. I was pushing down on the chair, wishing it was hard instead of soft leather. I didn’t want to cum yet, but my body was so keyed up it wasn’t interested in what I wanted. It needed an orgasm. Now. I was pressing down, squirming, and realized I was just about to cum when Allen suddenly took his dick out of my mouth.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “I was… I was… I don’t know. I’m sorry,” I fumbled, my body about to throw a tantrum for being denied.

  “Were you trying to have an orgasm?”

  “No, sir. No. Not really. I mean…”

  “Not really? Ooh, you’re very bad. You’re a very bad girl.”

  “Yes, sir.”

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sp; “You agree? You agree that you’re a bad girl?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Stand up. Now.”

  I stood, helpless as a mole in bright sunlight. I desperately needed to cum. This was fun and all, but I needed some fucking relief. Instead, I stood there, semi crouched as if I had to go to the bathroom.

  I heard him sit in the chair. “Come here,” he said. “Lay across my lap.” He had to reach up and guide me over his lap as he scooted to the front of the chair. “You’ve been a very bad girl,” he said in a stern voice as he moved me into a better position. Oh God, I thought, he’s not going to—

  THWACK! He smacked my ass so hard I was dizzy for a second. I’d never been spanked before. I always imagined it as a playful, fun thing. I was about to say something, to put a stop to it. This wasn’t what I really wanted when I—

  THWACK! Not as hard as the first one, but it stung as well. Good God, are there people who actually think this feels—

  THWACK! The third one was as hard as the first. Now my ass was numb, as if anesthetized. I could hear Allan’s excited breathing and feel his hot breath hitting my ass in soft bursts. He adjusted me, and I thought maybe it was over, but then I realized he was moving me so my crotch was pressed into his leg. I was shaking.

  THWACK! A feeling, like a flower expanding, began to spread warmly through my center. The feeling seemed to blend with the pain from the slaps.

  He slapped me again. I didn’t really feel the pain of the slap this time, though I could tell from the sound that it was just as hard. An unmistakable burst of warm pleasure spread through me. It was roughly centered around my groin, but it extend all the way out, through my stomach and chest, rolling all the way up my spine; bright tingles like tinsel.

  He continued to slap my ass, but between each slap he would grab my butt and rock my hips back and fourth, causing my crotch to grind into his leg. The warm, florid bursts of pleasure became constant now, saturating me with a buzzing, vibrating energy. Instead of happening just when he’d slap me, it was all the time, spreading everywhere, and each slap would intensify it briefly. I was experiencing a pleasure I’d never known before. Never even knew existed. Something on the other side of pain; something for which pain seemed to be a doorway.

  I heard a sound. For a brief second I thought it was somebody else in the building. Then I realized it was me. I was screaming as an orgasm shattered my body. This orgasm was not like anything I’d experienced. It was my whole body. And it was slow and long, like being submerged in a warm, tingling liquid. My whole body shook, spasming. Allan wasn’t slapping me now, he was just rocking me back and fourth on his leg, short and fast, more like shaking me. The orgasm kept going, as if I was suspended somewhere, plugged into pure, overwhelming pleasure. Then it peaked, faded, then peaked again. Finally, I realized that I was having multiple orgasms. A pack of them. They were coming back to back to back, like being run over by a long train. I continued to yell out in pleasure as they rolled through me, more than I thought I could take. Allan’s firm hand moved me slower, beginning to taper. Gradually, as if releasing me from a long embrace, the orgasms drifted away in ebbing waves.

  I lay across Allan’s lap like a wet towel. The orgasms had sucked all the energy out of me. After giving me a minute, he said, “Get up.”

  I did. Slowly. My arms were sore. With all the twisting about that I’d done, I’d pulled them in uncomfortable ways. Allan stood up and reached behind me and untied my hands. He was in front of me, his erection pressed against my belly. My head was still ringing from the orgasms. I was having trouble understanding what I was going through. I just had multiple orgasms, from being spanked. It seemed impossible.

  Allan pushed the blindfold up off my eyes and kissed me. Gently, like lovers kiss. The feel of his tongue against mine made me begin to rev up again, my body quickly recovering. “Put your hand on my dick,” he said, while kissing me. I reached down and held his thick shaft, heavy in my hand. It was warm and firm.

  “Turn around and face the table,” he said. I did. He got on his knees behind me and gently ran his fingertips over my sore ass. I felt him gingerly separate my ass cheeks. I moved my legs apart a little more. He began to kiss and lick my ass, his tongue flicking over my ass hole. Another sensation I’d never experienced. An electrical charge skipped through me. He kissed my lower back and slid a finger in my pussy from behind. He cupped my crotch with the rest of his hand and started moving it up and down, first gently, then firmer, until he was almost lifting me off the ground. I had my hands on the edge of the table to steady myself. He stood behind me, his long middle finger moving and flicking inside my pussy. He pulled me up harder as he shook his hand, like a steady vibration, until I was lifted off the ground. My hands held the table as my feet dangled, all my weight on his hand.

  I was out of my mind. I’d never experienced anything like this, or even imagined it. He vibrated his hand like it was a machine, his finger rotating circles inside me. I leaned forward slightly. The tip of his index finger found my clit as he continued to shake me with his whole hand. My entire crotch was saturated, creating a wet, sucking sound. He shook me harder and I felt his thumb press against my ass hole. Just as his thumb penetrated my ass an orgasm hit me like a pop, all at once. It hit me so hard I fell forward on the conference table. Allan pressed his thumb further in my ass, while still vibrating his hand and pressing my clit, his middle finger tickling deep inside me. Another popping orgasm hit me, this one more like a hic-cup. Allan grabbed the back of my hair with his other hand, and started vibrating me harder, violently. Popping orgasms hit me like I was someone in a gangster film getting riddled with bullets.

  I was far removed from anything I’d ever experienced. I just gave over to it completely. I was experiencing the thing I’d fantasized about. Allen was totally controlling me. But until this moment, I’d still been fighting it somewhat, trying to have a small amount of control over what was happening. Now, as he shook me like a rag doll, I gave up all defenses. As if given permission, the pleasure took me over completely, orgasms popping and crashing through me without mercy.

  ~ ~ ~

  I lay on the conference room table. Spent. Allan went to the cabinet along the wall and opened it, looking inside. He reached in and pulled something out. I couldn’t see what. He came over with a small bottle of water for me. “Drink it.” I sat up, realizing I was parched, and drank. Allan went over to one of the couches and took the bottom cushions off, dragging them to the floor. He turned back to me, holding is erection.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.

  “Okay,” I said, totally submissive instead of pretending to be.

  I went to the cushions he’d put out and lay on my back. He knelt at my feet and began kissing my calves and toes. He slid his hands along my legs, then moved on top of me. He entered me slowly, gently, coaxing me open. I kept thinking he was all in, then he’d slide in further. His length penetrated me deeper and deeper, far past anything I’d had. I was relaxed and receptive, my body willing. He began to move in me in long, slow strokes as he cupped my breasts and kissed me. He was very present, intense, as if this was something he’d long fantasized about and now wanted to experience fully.

  He’d get right to the point of cuming, then stop and back off, kissing my mouth and ears, biting my neck. Then he’d start moving again. I slid my legs up around his back, getting his full penetration. As my pleasure built, it would roll up close, but not break. I was glad to just experience the pleasure, watching the play of emotions on his face. He built up speed, moving deep. I wanted to feel him cum inside me. Wanted to feel the deep bursts of his orgasm. He pounded into me now, my legs up over his shoulders, his hips slapping against me. His chest glistened with sweat. His face began to twist. I was now close myself and thought we might orgasm together.

  Suddenly, he stopped, pulled out of me and stood up. His erection dangled over me, straining forward, mad at being denied. I was confused. I had thought he
was past the point of stopping. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do.

  He stepped over me and went to the cabinet against the wall again. He came back holding a water bottle and something else. He put the water bottle on the table and stood over me again, straddling me, looking down. I couldn’t see the other thing he was holding.

  “Julie?” he said.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Don’t call me sir.”

  “Okay.”

  “Julie, I want to do something to you. But if you tell me not to, I won’t.”

  “Okay.”

  “I want to fuck you in the ass.”

  I didn’t say anything. I was terrified, looking up at his enormous cock.

  “I don’t think so,” I heard myself saying.

  “Okay. I understand,” he said.

  “I just don’t think I can.”