by I. M Rogue
Mid sentence my legs buckled and I collapsed on the machine. The treadmill flung me off the back and I lay on the carpet in an exhausted aroused sweaty heap. The first thing I thought was that I failed and Melissa would discard me. But she seemed to admire my determination.
“I am so sorry ma’am” I apologized.
“Hmmm, little wannabe lesbian slut. If you want the truth I was never going to turn it off. It was all about seeing how serious your attraction for me really is. You stayed on until your legs gave out – I must say I’m impressed. Stand up.”
Yes! Oh thank goodness.
I crawled to my knees but my legs were too exhausted to stand. After a few feeble attempts to I finally managed to pull myself to my feet and hold myself up using her desk. My arms were still sore from the previous evening and my legs quivered with exhaustion. Once again I felt incompetent in front of her.
“You have got the curves girl but you’re in terrible shape. As I mentioned, I don’t like weak women no matter how good they look.”
“I can get better. I’ll start exercising more. My body is still sore from struggling against you last night. I’ll swear I’ll work on my conditioning.”
Her brow raised and her expression became penetrating.
“It’s starting to sound like you are saying anything you can think of to please me. It cheapens your words. I don’t want to hear words – I want to see results. Talk is cheap. Make me feel your heart through your actions. Otherwise you sound like just another straight girl who wants to play for a week.”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied wobbling from side to side, my legs shaking.
“For crying out loud, sit down on my desk before you collapse again.”
“May I also remove the nipple clamps? They are aching badly ma’am.”
“No, you may not. Don’t ask again.”
“Yes ma’am. Forgive me ma’am.”
I obediently sat down on the desk with sweat still beading on my body. She exited her office leaving me wondering what was next. I felt self conscious sitting on her desk in just my panties, nipples clipped, and covered in sweat.
I have made it this far. She must be intrigued by my effort. Not nearly as intrigued as I am by her though. But whatever it takes I’ll show her that she is my goddess, my mistress, my obsession. Nothing will stop me from proving my desire to being with her.
FISTED A BOTH ENDS
The door opened and Melissa walked in. Trailing her was a very short girl with a pixie haircut that I recognized as her secretary. When the girl saw me her eyes widened and I groaned on the inside over being exposed in my less than formal look.
“This is a new project I am considering taking on pro bono. Elva this is Cuntstance.”
I knew Melissa was dominating me and testing me for any signs of disobedience. But still the name she introduced me as hurt my feelings. I wanted so much to be important to her and now she was humiliating me in front of strangers. Strengthening my resolve I pushed my bruised ego aside and smiled at the tiny waif.
“She would be pretty hot is she didn’t look like such a sweaty pig” Elva noted.
Melissa laughed out loud while Elva leered at me with a big smile. Elva reached both her hands out and pinched the nipple clamps firmly. I groaned in pain and looked at Melissa hoping for some leniency.
Elva squeezed the nipple clamps harder and harder. My nipples felt like they were being burned with cigarettes and I finally cried out in agony. Melissa brushed one of the waif’s hands aside and unclipped my right nipple. The relief that washed into it was only offset by the continued sting from its partner.
“Suck it” Melissa ordered Elva.
She was so short that even in heels her mouth barely reached my nipple. But she leaned in and took the sore nipple into her mouth. She nursed me gently and the sensation was exquisite.
Once again pain and pleasure wrested with each other. One nipple stung maddeningly and the other was soothed gingerly. I could only swoon, overcome by it all.
“I am not sure you deserve this, but what the hell. Your tits are making me anxious” Melissa whispered.
She unclipped the other nipple, leaned down and took it into her mouth. The thought of her servicing filled me with happiness.
“Ohh” I moaned with appreciation.
Melissa is sucking my nipple. Ho my…
The feeling of having both sore tits sucked made my pussy grow wetter and the desire to climax returned quickly. I struggled with it. I couldn’t allow my need to climax to overwhelm my desire to impress my new mistress. In fact I was so overcome by the sensation I began moaning consistently, as if I was having sex.
For a brief moment Melissa placed her hand tenderly on my thigh and stroked it affectionately. My moans went into overdrive over her brief tenderness. She released my nipple, pulled away, and Elva followed suit.
“She is very sexy. You say she is straight?” Elva inquired.
“She doesn’t know,” Melissa smirked. “But I have a feeling I will find out soon enough.”
I stared at Melissa in a lusty daze, thrilled to have experienced a moment of tenderness from her.
“Can I see her pussy?” Elva asked.
“You know that your special talent is why I brought you in here.”
“I figured, but I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“Hey-Cuntstance,” Melissa called to me snapping her fingers and bringing me out of my daze. “Pay attention. Show her your hands Elva.”
Elva held up her hands. They were extremely small – tiny little hands not nearly half the size of mine. As she did so Melissa grabbed a pair of scissors out of her top drawer and snipped the crotch of my soaked panties. Elva pulled them up exposing my hungry pussy. I bit my lip hoping for similar treatment to my throbbing clit.
“You see little cunt, Elva has a special talent. Do you like here little hands?”
“They are kind of cute. But I like yours much better ma’am.”
“We’ll see about that” Elva leered.
She moved one of her hands close enough to stroke my face. I sat still and allowed it knowing my mistress would be displeased if I protested. Her tiny fingers eased along my face and across my mouth. Two of her fingers parted my lips and eased inside my mouth.
“Suck on them” Melissa ordered and I did.
Elva’s other two fingers eased between my lips and she began forcing all four deeper into my mouth. I felt her thumb retract and force its way in, stretching my mouth wider. Melissa grabbed my hair and held me firmly.
“Now I want you to take her whole hand into your mouth.”
She held my head still as the little waif stroked my lips and began pressing her hand into my mouth. I softly grunted as all five fingers pressed firmly and passed through my lips. My mouth stretched wide to accommodate them but she kept on pushing. Her top knuckles passed through and I groaned as the fattest section of her little hand pressed completely inside. Finally it passed my teeth and her entire hand stuffed my mouth dominantly.
My mouth was able to slightly close around her wrist – her entire hand was inside and I felt completely controlled by her. She began undulating her fingers deep in my mouth along the top of my throat. I’d never felt anything like it.
“You should be proud little cunt,” Melissa cooed. “Not many girls have ever been mouth fisted.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned subserviently.
She began pulling my hair, tugging my head back. Elva walked around the desk with her hand still in my mouth as I was laid on my back feeling like I was being orally raped by this strange tiny girl.
When my head was laid against the top of the desk Elva put pressure on her hand pinning my head deviously with my mouth agape. Her eyes flashed wickedly and I knew she was enjoying her power over me.
Melissa walked between my legs and spread them wide.
“Don’t get a big head now little cunt. But its time I inspected you closer.”
She knelt down between my legs and I felt
her tongue flick my engorged clit. I tried to moan around the hand in my mouth to let her know how much I appreciated it. In response she slipped a finger inside of me and I moaned even louder, thrilled to receive her.
Oh my god its happening – she is servicing me. What does this mean? Ohh…
Melissa sucked my entire clit, hood and all, into her mouth. Her tongue began sending waves of pleasure up my back and a need to climax began growing inside me. A second finger entered and penetrated me to the first knuckle. She eased the two fingers in and out as she worked her magic tongue on my clit. I lay helplessly still on the desk with Elva pinning me down by the mouth, my desire increasing each stroke.
Oh fuck ya, bang my pussy…your pussy mistress. It belongs to you.
A shudder promising a distant orgasm rippled through me and I began breathing deeper. I was so proud to have my clit in her mouth. I felt more caressing against my inner lips and a third finger joined the other two inside me, stretching my pussy even wider. I gurgled a moan around the small hand that violated my mouth and rolled my hips against the fingers. Melissa held me still and continued sucking my clit while simultaneously rolling her tongue over it.
Her fourth finger played at my entrance, hinting at penetration. After a moment of anticipation it squeezed in with the others, stopping at the first knuckle. My pussy felt stretched and I began to feel very full. I grunted sensuously, pining to climax for my beautiful obsession.
Melissa started working her fingers into me deeper. Her second set of knuckles slipped in forcing my pouting pussy lips open wider and I grunted over the fullness. I could feel her fingers dragging across my inner walls trying to delve deeper.
“How are you doing little slut? Are you doing okay?”
“Uh-huh, uh-huh” I grunted passionately.
She returned to sucking my clit and I moaned anxiously, slightly humping against the four fingers inside me. She pressed harder with her hand and the fingers moved deeper, finally sticking where her fingers ended. She pressed hard and my lips stretched until her final set of knuckles popped into me sending a bolt of stimulation up through my stomach and down my legs.
“Oh!” I stammered, my body attempting to rock upward.
Elva pressed down firmly, gagging me, and for a moment I sputtered to breath. She eased the pressure back and ordered me to remain still as Melissa’s banging pressed onward.
I’ve never had my pussy filled this much. This is intense. All four of her fingers are all the way in. I hope she makes me cum with them inside me.
Melissa began sucking my clit harder and licking faster and my orgasm built up quickly. I began loudly moaning around the hand in my mouth until she stopped and hushed me.
Overfull and overwhelmed I fought to remain silent. I felt something against my outer lips and realized it was her thumb. She began tracing my stretched pussy lips with it, searching for space to slip it inside me. I quivered wondering how should would fit it inside.
She is going to fist me. Oh my – I’m so full already I hope I can handle it. Whatever she wants – my pussy is hers now.
I felt the tip of her thumb ease slightly between my lips, stretching them wider than I ever considered possible. I felt her pressing her hand harder into me and the thumb began easing inside up to its first knuckle. More pressure stretched me alarmingly wide until the knuckle of her thumb popped inside me.
“Guh!” I grunted overwhelmed.
I began sputtering overstuffed and instinctively grabbed her head. She stopped sucking and ordered me to keep my hands at my sides. The walls of my pussy throbbed for more and my clit began screaming for an orgasm.
“Touch me again before you cum and it’s over. Am I clear about that? Take my fist like my obedient little slut. I will tolerate nothing less.”
Yes mistress, I’m sorry.
“Uh-huh…oh.”
I forced myself to keep my hands at my sides and she went back to sucking me. Stimulation began pouring out of my clit and overstuffed pussy as I struggled to not touch her. She pushed harder and for a moment it felt like my pussy was going to split in half.
“Ahhh” I cried desperately around the waifs wrist.
Plop – her thumb slipped all the way in – now her entire hand was inside me and I fluttered beneath her overwhelmed. But she wasn’t done yet. More pressure greeted me as she pushed her hand deeper. It slid much easier now that the wider sections were already inside me. The walls of my pussy stretched all the way as her hand eased further inside. I writhed beneath her as bit by bit she filled me fuller than I could have ever believed possible.
Her hand disappeared inside me and continued deeper. With one final push her wrist entered me to her forearm and I groaned in ecstasy, feeling like her personal property.
I can’t believe she has her whole hand inside me. Fuck this is intense! I am being fisted at both ends! Make-me-cum…please! I know I love her now.
All it took was just releasing what was happening to me to cause an early heave that made my chest convulse upwards. Elva gripped my tongue silencing me sternly as Melissa began slowly sliding in and out of me, dragging against my G-spot and driving me wild. Each movement of her fist ground pleasure all the way up through my innards. Stimulation radiated out of my clit and pussy like mad and my head swam with lust. I felt wonderfully under her control – yet also like an animal.
“Don’t you climax” Melissa demanded.
Please ma’am – I am only human.
She went back to sucking my clit and I lost it. Once her tongue stroked my clit it became impossible to control my orgasm. I tried really hard. I truly did, and was able to hold off on the edge – twitching and writhing in need of release. Through the intensity of it all there was a feeling like she was making love to my emotions – stroking them, enflaming them – she was magic.
Melissa began fucking me with her entire hand and I moaned louder than I should have. There was no way to control it now. It was the most intense penetration of my life.
She began pushing her hand in as deep as it would go. Her forearm disappeared inside me but she continued deeper. Soon much of her forearm was in my over stretched pussy. I felt her fingers softly brushing against my cervix, deviously claiming every inch of my pussy for her own. Elva continued undulating her fingers in my mouth while pinning my head firmly.
How did I get here? Has any woman ever been fisted at both ends? This is insanity - please let me cum!
With every long slow stroke of her hand my body shuddered in pre-climax that I was amazed hadn’t overtaken me yet. Suddenly maddening stimulation shot through my clit. Melissa was softly humming and the vibration spread throughout my crotch and up the hand inside my pussy.
“Aya wah!” I cried.
With a mind of its own my body heaved upwards causing her hand to violate me deeply, and then every nerve in my crotch seemed to tense up and explode! Stimulation burst out of my clit as a climax flooded through me and echoed in my ears.
Melissa began fisting in and out me harder as I rolled in convulsions beneath her. Her penetration quickly took control of my climax. When she moved her hand deeper I convulsed outwards – stimulation rushing more intensely than I could handle making me whimper. When she eased back I collapsed in on myself and the sensations rebounded inside of me.
Holy fuck – I love you Melissa!
Every time I moaned too loud Elva lightly slapped my face with her free hand but it didn’t stop me. Finally she began fucking my mouth and my sore jaw was silenced as I orgasmed beneath her.
On and on it went. I continued climaxing for another minute before it began to fade. It was unlike any other orgasm I’d ever had and my devotion to Melissa became so strong I felt nauseated.
Melissa began trying to ease her hand out of me, causing me to lift off the desk. The last tingles of my orgasm rumbled on gently and it felt like she was sensuously pulling my insides out. At the end of my orgasm a vacuum was created by her pulling and when her hand popped out of me a sharp burst o
f pleasure rocketed through my body and made my vision blur. For another few seconds it felt like I was climaxing again, and then all at once it ended.
I lay there in a haze as Elva eased her tiny hand out of out mouth and my sore jaw was finally able to close, but I was still too in shock by what had happened to speak.
“Thank you Elva. That will be all.”
“It was my pleasure…ma’am,” she giggled, and exited.
Melissa walked around to my face and shoved three fingers into my mouth. I sucked them clean and she eased a fourth in. Her hand was much larger than the waifs and I struggled to lick it clean and she stared down at me, clearly conflicted.
When I was done she began stroking my hair and I beamed with pride. She was showing genuine kindness and I melted for more of it.
“What am I going to do about you Constance? You’re married to my partner. Even if he does dump you it still puts me in an awkward situation.”
It sure would. She must feel something for me otherwise she wouldn’t even consider it. There is hope. There is hope!
“Do with me whatever you want ma’am. I am at your disposal.”
“These feelings can only lead to trouble. But it would be dishonest if I said I wasn’t feeling something.”
“Don’t worry so much ma’am. I am the one whose spouse is cheating on me.”
“And we are cheating on him.”
Oh ya – well it serves him right.
“Anything ma’am. Name anything and I will do it. I don’t care how hard. Give me a chance to prove my feelings. At least let me try.”
“I am afraid to Constance.”
You – never….really?
“Why?”
“Because maybe I am feeling more than I planned to. Damn you, why did you have to come here and complicate things. I just got over a painful breakup. Add that on top of cheating on Ed with you. I am afraid of going any further Constance. We are playing with my life here.”
“Please…please don’t turn me away. I have never had this feeling before. I want you more than anyone I have ever wanted anyone in my life. Maybe its fate – don’t turn your back on fate.”
