The intercom buzzed and her secretary announced the visitor, she settled back in her chair, the leather cradling her body as she forced herself to relax, listening to the footsteps come down the long corridor to her office. A knock on the door.
"Enter," she called out.
In he came, her victim for the morning, Professor Peter James, Head of the Department of Microsurgery.
"Please sit down Professor," she said
She gestured to the chair on the other side of her large desk, standing up to greet him. Unsettled almost at once by her warmth and friendliness as he sat down she could already see how his plan for the meeting had been undermined, now all she had to do was wait until the right moment to make her move. As she listened to him prattle on about how important his department was and how much the money would mean for his patients she could already feel her pussy getting wet again and she knew that it was almost time.
"Professor," she interrupted "I've heard all these arguments before, more importantly the same ones from all the departments!"
He looked glum, this was going to be so delicious!
She continued, "You know exactly what I need from you in order to release funds, you've known for some time time, are you in a position to deliver?"
"This is immoral, unethical and bloody well illegal too you know!" he snapped, his whole body tight with tension.
She got up from her chair and strutted round her desk, standing in front of him, she ran her hands down her hips, smoothing out the material of her tight pencil skirt; she could feel her excitement rising.
"The only things that matter Professor are that you can't touch me, unless I tell you to of course!" she laughed briefly, "and how much you want this money. It's very simple really, I'm sure a man of your education can appreciate the options open to him, you give me what I want, I give you what you want."
She was so intensely aroused by the situation that her legs were starting to tremble, he had no choice, she was going to get the ultimate power trip, a Professor, wealthy, successful and highly regarded, was going to have to abase himself before her, to grovel and give her what she demanded. She was hated and despised by the medical staff, she knew they loathed her but now she was going to enjoy bringing one of them down so much!
She could see that the fight was going out of him, she turned and flaunted her gorgeous body in front of him, running her hands over her breasts and hips, bending over slightly to push her perfect arse towards him as she slid her hands around the tight curve of her buttocks. She could see him start to harden.
"Oh come on Professor, just look at me, it's hardly going to be unpleasant for you is it? You know I'm gorgeous and whatever you may say your body has already betrayed your feelings," she gloated.
Pointing one long painted finger at the bulge in his trousers she continued, "You want me, you've always wanted me," she raised her voice, overriding his protestations, "and now you are going to get your chance to have me."
She ran her tongue over her lush lips, she could feel they were thicker and heavier with lust as she got more turned on.
"Well maybe not have me as such, more serve me like a slave," she snickered, her voice getting husky as she could feel her body aching for it's pleasure.
She pulled her chair out from behind her desk, reached behind herself and slowly undid the long zip of her skirt, stepping out of it as the material pooled at her feet. She sat back into her chair and opened her thighs wide. Running her tongue over her engorged lips she looked at him through heavy lidded eyes, as she expected, he was fixed, gazing at her with lust; she crooked a long finger and pointed at her heels.
"Crawl over here Professor and show me just how much you deserve this money," she ordered.
As he sank to his knees and began to crawl towards her she could feel wetness seeping out of her pussy, her nipples had gown large and she was breathless with expectant lust; as he approached she open her thighs further and beckoned him in towards the slip of satin that covered her pussy.
Her voice was husky with desire, "Lick me Professor, use you eloquent tongue and lick me to an orgasm. If you give me the orgasm I want then you will have earned your place at the top of the funding league."
One polished fingernail slipped under the wet satin of her panties and pulled them to one side, exposing her pussy lips, engorged with blood and wet with her juices. He stretched his face towards her and her other hand grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him into her, she groaned under her breath as she felt the first contact of his tongue on her labia.
"Lick me Professor, that's all you have to do," she gasped as she settled back more comfortably into the chair and tugged on his hair to bring his mouth into position.
A low moan filled the office as she felt his tongue start to run up and down her pussy and flicking across her throbbing clit.
"Oh yes Professor, just like that," she moaned as she started to twist on the chair, waves of delicious pleasure radiating out from where he was servicing her.
She pulled him deeper into her, her gasps of becoming louder and more frantic as he worked deeper into her burning cunt. She pushed her hips forwards and raised her legs, crossing them behind his head so her silken stockings forced him even deeper into her, he was gasping and gagging for breath as her juices flowed freely and her aching cunt suffocated him. Apart from his lapping tongue, her dominance over him, her cruelty and the role reversal thrilled her, she was going to take such pleasure in his humiliation!
She could feel her orgasm approaching, desperate and needy she ground herself against his mouth, pulling viciously at his hair, crushing his head into her with her stocking clad legs. She was writhing and arching on the chair now, panting and drooling with lust, her glossy lips gleaming with spittle as the physical need to cum overtook her and the emotional control and power made her tremble. One hand clawed at her breasts, dragging long pointed nails over and over her hard, aching nipples, making herself cry out with pain and pleasure as she felt the hard sharp edges rake over them.
Frantic, desperate, feeling it so close she whimpered with the need to cum, the feeling starting to ride up inside her like a tsunami, the potential for explosive pleasure, but not quite realised yet. She needed more, to humiliate him verbally, to bring herself right to the edge; her face twisted into a lustful snarl of disgust.
"Oh yes, just there my little cunt slave," she hissed through clenched teeth as she rode his mouth closer and closer to her orgasm. "Not so high and mighty now are you? Crawling at my feet, pleasuring me, under my sexy high heels."
A groan interrupted her venom as another wave of pleasure washed through her.
She continued to verbally abuse the man between her thighs, "Think you're so much better than me don't you, you damn doctors! I see you sneering and whispering about me, just cos you think you're so clever! But I know you all want me, I know when you go home and fuck your little plain wife she can't understand why you are so horny, but I know, it's because you are thinking of me! It's my body writhing underneath you in your bedroom isn't it Professor, my glory that you dream of fucking when you screw her! You'll never have me you shit, know that, I will always be using you like this and you'll be begging me, will do anything for me to let you do this again."
She broke off as another wave of intense pleasure ripped through her, she didn't know anymore if it was his tongue or her cruel tormenting of him that was bringing her closer to cumming. She gasped and struggled to regain control of herself, she needed just a couple more things to complete her plan, to make this perfect
"Get down onto the floor slave, lie down on your back for me," she commanded as she struggled to bring herself under control, holding back the pleasure that was about to engulf her, struggling as she was on the verge of an explosion.
She struggled to her feet, her muscles twitching, fluttering, slid her panties off and stepped out of them, then she strutted across to her desk in her heels, wetness oozing down the inside of her thighs, feeling his eyes gazing at her
perfect body. She bent over her desk, her heels, stocking seams and perfect arse making him grunt with excitement, and pulled out a long slim white cigarette and lit it, standing above him, looking down at her slave as she breathed in the smoke, looking at her lipstick stain on the filter tip. She took another long drag and blew out a long stream of cigarette smoke, she could feel her potential orgasm still towering inside her and knew it was time.
"Now is your chance Professor, pleasure me as best you can slave and let's see how well you can do," she snarled down at him. She knelt down over his face and settled herself above his waiting mouth, sneering at his hard, jerking cock.
"Now do it slave, use your tongue and lick me!" she snarled, desperate to cum.
She pushed herself down onto his face and felt his tongue dive deep inside her aching pussy, she balanced herself with one hand on his chest while the other held her cigarette, dragging on it hard when his tongue and mouth hit the spot. Her silken clad thighs tightened as her body spasmed in lust.
"Fucking harder slave, deeper, lick me deeper, oh god yes, right there, THERE!" she shouted as the muscles deep in her hot soaking wet vagina started to tremble.
Oh the pleasure of having him underneath her like this! Wealthy, educated, privileged and now gagging for breath as she used him to bring herself off, the bitch with no status, no wealthy upbringing, forcing this man to demean himself like this, she didn't know what was going to make her cum first, his tongue or the wicked joy of breaking him!
Her berating of her slave degenerated into a stream of abuse and urgent commands as she started to feel herself lose control as his tongue continued it's work. Fucking his mouth, ignoring his moans of pain as he struggled to breath she pushed herself down onto his face even harder and forced her hips forwards again and again as her back arched, her head tipped back and a cry ripped from her throat as the huge orgasm finally hit her. She ground herself even harder down onto him, choking him as she gave herself over to her own pleasure completely; arching and writhing, moaning with the intensity of it as she took her pleasure from the humiliation of her victim and the spasms running through her body.
Looking down as she rode his tongue she could see his cock straining to burst and waving in the air as he struggled underneath her, she knew knew she could bring him to explosive orgasm with one touch and the cruel pleasure of his denial brought on another wave of orgasm rushing through her, collapsing her onto his chest and stomach as she lost control, her huge engorged nipples rubbing against him through the taut satin of her blouse bringing on yet another wave of pleasure. She writhed across his body, arching her back and grinding herself against him as her whole body was engulfed in waves of ecstasy.
As she began to regain control of herself she struggled to her feet and slumped in her chair, waves of orgasm running through her; she waved the man out of her office, and closed her eyes to enjoy every last moment of pleasure. Minutes passed as she wallowed in sensual pleasure, slowly coming back to the real world. She struggled upright in the chair, breathing hard and twitching every so often as a delayed shock ran through her pussy. It seemed to take forever for the orgasms to finally finish running through her body, the last shivers slowly faded away as she lay panting in her leather chair, overwhelmed by the climax she had given herself. Her eyes found her schedule for the day and she smiled, Professor Diana Morgan was pencilled in for after lunch, another budgetary meeting; not unattractive and very desperate for money, she wondered what the professor would look like kneeling on the floor with her arse in the air as the cold hard heel of a Christian Louboutin shoe penetrated deep into her virgin anus?
She loved her job!
The End.
Ashley's Awakening
Ashley woke up, as it seems almost every morning now, with a familiar itch in the morning. As she rolled in bed, she reached down between her legs and started to rub gently, letting out soft moans as she closed her eyes and let her mind drift of to familiar fantasies. She imagined, her being tossed around like a little fuck doll, with cock after cock being pushed into her as she screamed and squealed like a whore. She starts to rub faster and moan louder as she imagines big dominant men, repeatedly putting her in position to take their cocks deeper as they tell her what a slut she is.
She starts to lift her hips up and down as she starts to groan in pleasure feeling her orgasm approaching, whispering to herself "ohh yes im such a whore." She tilts her head back and lets out one last loud moan as she cums hard and lies limp on the bed catching her breath.
Ashley is 21 year olds, petite, with blonde hair, with small but perfectly proportionate 32b tits. She has always been described as cute and sexy but a bit of a prude. She grew up with strict parents, and had been taught to believe that you wait till marriage for sex, and going around flaunting yourself was a sin. Since she went to college however, her beliefs started to change. She saw her friends starting to have their own sexual awakenings, and she couldn't help but feel jealous. But Ashley thought she should remain a good girl and not make her parents mad, so she kept her feelings to herself and let her college years go by without ever acting on her sexual desires.
She graduated a month ago and returned home while she looked for a job. Most of her friends had moved away from home at this point, and she found herself alone quite often since she got back. This left her a lot of time to sit and fantasize, often masturbating 4 or 5 times a day. The more sexually frustrated she got, the dirtier her fantasies became. She started to watch more porn and read sex stories about women who were dominated and used, girls who were made to become little fuck toys. The idea of being a man's personal slut was the hottest thing that Ashley could imagine and she started to fantasize about herself being in the same position as the girls in the sex stories and nothing made her cum harder.
The longer she was at home, she sought out some means to live out her fantasies and since she was still very hesitant to do anything real, she started to turn to internet chats. She started to go onto different sex chats, developing a whole new identity for herself, as a slutty sex kitten. Soon enough she started to get addicted to these sites, being used by man after man, and she could never get enough. She loved the feeling of being used, humiliated, being called names, and treated like the slut she wanted to be.
After a few months of chatting, she found herself chatting to a 38 year old man who said his name was Jay. She found herself immediately drawn to him. He was dominant, aggressive, and knew how to get exactly what he wanted. They started to play online on a regular basis, starting to get a lot of more personal with one another. Jay was very dominant and loved to treat Ashley like a slut and she couldn't get enough of it. Soon she told him what city she lived in and found out that they really weren't all that far from one another. However, she was still too hesitant to ever meet him in person. As the months rolled on she started to get a bit more brave though, starting to take her fantasies out of the internet a bit. Jay had told her that he wanted her to stop wearing bra and panties whens he went out, and at first she flat out refused saying she could never go out like that. Jay was persistent and kept pushing her, telling her what a slut she would be if she did it, and that pretty little whores like her should show people what she really is.
Soon enough, Ashley stopped wearing bra's and panties all together, always going out without them. Later, Ashley bought a webcam for Jay and started to cam for him regularly, getting online and following his instructions while he watched. Eventually, it become too much to keep pent up on the internet, and she finally agreed to meet him.
Jay told her where his apartment was and Ashley agreed to meet him there. She dressed in a short black skirt, a pink tank top, and black heels with no panties or bra. She was soaking wet as she drove over to his place, feeling more nervous as she got closer. Finally she got his place and knocked on the door. The door swung open and there stood Jay, towering over Ashley's petite frame, with a muscular well toned body, he just smiled as he looked down at Ashley. Before Ashley could say anyth
ing, Jay pulled her inside and pushed her towards the center of the living room.
Ashley stumbled into the room, surprised by his action. He looked at her up and down, examining her tight little body.
"Get on your knees, slut." He growled
She looked at him unsure of what to do and started to speak "Um sorry I'm kind of new to all this but..." Ashley started to say when suddenly Jay grabbed her by the hair and pulled forcing her to look directly up at him.
"Well first thing you need to do know, is that you are here to do what I say. Your hear to be the slut that you and I both know you are." He looked down at her as he spoke, eyes piercing into her, as she started to understand the seriousness of this all.
"Um I'm sorry maybe I'm not ready for this, maybe I should just go" She started to try and get out of his grip and leave, when he tightened his grip on her hair and grabbed her forcing her to her knees.
"I'm gonna make it clear you little whore, you are here to follow instructions, and you leave when I saw you are dismissed." He left her on her knees as he paced around her.
Ashley started to realize that this was going to happen whether she wanted to or not, she was scared and wanted to go home but realized that even if she tried to leave he was just going to rape her. She started to tear up a bit realizing that she was going to be taken, and what a mistake she made coming to this man's place.
"Look at me slut" He growls as he looked down at her.
He looked up at him, fear in her eyes. As he looked at her he spoke in a stern voice "Tell me that you are a little slut."
She said nothing as she just kneeled, frozen in fear, when suddenly, Jay grabbed her face and squeezed as he squat down and looked into her eyes. "What part of following instructions are you not getting, whore."
"Ahh im sorry please don't hurt me, I'm... I'm a little slut." She finally said as she panted, feeling more scared than ever now.
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