Dirty Boss

by Mia Ford

  Her movements say it all. I’m expecting her to start biting her nails at any moment. I take off my jacket and loosen up my buttons, but I’m not looking at her. She can’t even see where I’m standing at the moment because the light’s so dim in this corner of the room.

  I take a deep breath as I go back to her. She’s sitting in the same position that I left her in.

  I rip the bottom of her dress, it’s a type of chiffon and there’s so much of it.

  Again, nothing.

  Then I do it again. Until her legs are fully exposed, I trace a finger up her soft, smooth silky skin. She trembles once again, but I put one leg on one shoulder and then the other on the other.

  Then I use my hands to shift her butt closer to me. She doesn’t say a word, but if I didn’t know any better I would say that her fears have turned into a smile as the thin piece of string in between her pussy is ripped.

  “You’re so fucking wet!”

  She gasps as I slip my hands underneath her ass and pull her pussy closer to my face. I tease her pussy, by watching her reaction as I slide one finger inside of her. She doesn’t say a word, but then she can’t keep a straight face any longer as I start to rub her clit with my thumb.

  “Arrh!”

  She’s pushing her chest and I’m tempted to pull down the remains of her dress and suck on her nipples. I can see that they’re hard, so I decide that it’s best if I concentrate on her dripping pussy as I start to work the length of her folds.

  “Yes,” she cries out and it encourages me to do it more.

  The more she quivers and reacts to my sucking her pussy the more I want to make her come. Once she gets to that stage, she won’t be nervous, she’ll be the one that’ll be on her knees begging for more.

  I caress her dripping pussy with soft strokes and the temptation to fuck her with my tongue is too much to bear.

  “Fuck, you taste like fucking honey!”

  She moans in response to my statement and then starts to grind against me. I start to lick with her at times picking up the rhythm and then Scarlett crosses the line as she starts to reach out and pull my head towards her.

  I bark out, “Hold on to the chair. Not me!”

  She hesitates for a minute, but then I continue to scoop her like a tub of ice-cream and this time she’s no longer moaning, but wailing as if her life depends on it.

  Then her body jerks, because I cleaned her up real good; I can tell she’s never been licked like that before. I tongue fucked her pussy, filling her from wall to wall. Her cunt was so tight it never knew what hit it until my tongue did. I jump up. There’s so much more to do and so little time.

  “Scarlett!” she’s lifeless on the chair as if she’s about to fall asleep. We’ve just begun. She can’t sleep yet.

  I made her come harder than I bet she has ever done before in her life. She’s practically a virgin, but I know that by the end of the weekend, she’ll be a lot more than a woman. I’m going to give her the biggest gift of all. She’s going to get sex in so many different ways she’ll never be the same. Shit, she doesn’t even know how fucking lucky she is, but she’s about to find out.

  I grab her by the waist and the material around her bust is so damn tight that I can’t rip it easily. Like a rag doll I turn her around and pull her zip down so fast. That she cries out, “Ouch!”

  At least now she’s fully awake, I was worried that the games were over before they’ve even begun.

  “I’m putting you in the swing.” “I can’t go in that. I’m too heavy it’ll snap!” she screeches and then moves away from me, now I’ve finally seen her naked and her tits are bouncing away from me, instead of in my mouth.

  I shake my head, “Remember anything that you don’t want. You have to say the safe word or you’ll be punished. That’s a part that I didn’t tell you about and should have warned you about.”

  She pleads, “You’ve ripped my dress and now I have nothing to wear all weekend. I didn’t know it would be like this and I’m tired.”

  I’m getting tired of her already. My cock was fully erect and now it’s starting to go limp as she continues to complain.

  “Get out of here. I’ll get your Aunt to refund the money because this is not working out for me.”

  She shakes her head, “You’re right. I got into this and for that I need to get punished.”

  “But, you’re not sure.”

  “I know one thing, I’ve never come like that before in my life. I know that right now I’m going on the wing and you’re the first person that’s been honest about his intentions. Even if it’s a bit over the top. I know that if I walk out of that door. If I say the safe word. I’ll regret it. Let’s do this.”

  I walk up to her, “This isn’t Starbucks. You’re not trying out the new Frappuccino.”

  “If it was, then I wouldn’t be wet.”

  She’s got me there. I look at her for a minute. I’m so fucking close that I whisper, “I’m going to punish you for disobeying me. Do you understand?”

  She nods, which seems to be her way of keeping her fears inside. I think about the girls that I’ve told on their first night. They never reacted like this. They were like hungry wolves. This fucking thing is not working and I turn around to tell her and I’m shocked at what she’s doing. “Scarlett…”

  She doesn’t respond, she’s on all fours on the floor. Her head’s down and she’s ready for me. Just like I’d hope she would be from the start.

  I pace up the room, trying to debate which paddle to use. I’m going to give her a good ole spanking. One that will have her begging for more.

  I decide to take a big one for her fat ass. It’s big enough to sting her and give her a bit of pain, but not enough to put this weekend to a dramatic end.

  “Shh,” I reach down to lift her up, “Seeing as this is your first time don’t worry I’ll be gentle.”

  I know that she’s about to ask me what I’m going to do. As I have the paddle hidden from her view. We move towards the sofa. The big leather one that I love to fuck on once in a while and I sit in the middle. She’s about to find out how she’ll be punished as I sweep her in my arms and rest her on my knee.

  I pinch her butt and she lifts it up slightly and she doesn’t make a sound. Instead, she moves her butt higher in the air as if she wants me to do it again.

  “This will sting, but embrace it and the pain will soon turn to pleasure.”

  “I liked it when you pinched me just now.”

  Confirmation that she wants me to go ahead.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes,” she purrs and I wish that I could see her face, but seeing her red cheeks will have to do for now.

  I rest my hand lightly against her and then the next I’m crashing it onto her left cheek.

  “Ahh!” she screams out a lot louder than I expected her to do. I want to use my hand at first and then when she’s more comfortable with it. I’ll switch to the paddle.

  I continue to do it, picking up the pace. She makes no sound. Instead she stops screaming out every time I spank her and I can tell that she’s enjoying it as she grinds her pussy against my leg.

  She’s embracing the pain as she starts to grind harder. I can tell that the intensity of my spanks and her being over my knee is no longer frightening, her but turning her on.

  “You’re enjoying it aren’t you.”

  “Hmm,” she purrs and I start to feel confident about her time in the room. As I continue to spank her she lines her pussy against the curve of my thigh. She starting to turn herself on as she’s no longer crying, but moaning for more.

  I keep reminding myself about the paddle which is by my leg, but I’m not ready to use it yet.

  I love the way that her butt is cherry red and there’s nothing that turns me on more than a good spanking. I stop and run my hands over her burning flesh. I don’t want to hurt her. If I do it any harder then it would turn into pain and I’m not a fucking sadist.

  “I love seeing a
girl over my knee. It fucking turns me on.”

  She whispers, “I love it.”

  I slip my finger into her folds. She’s fucking dripping wet, just like I thought she was because she hasn’t stopped grinding her cunt against my leg. It’s as if she’s starting to come against my leg.

  “Now, you’re ready for the swing.”

  She doesn’t say a word. I could have told her to call me Master or even Sir. But this is our first time together and I don’t want to give her all the rules.

  One step at a time, I shouldn’t put her in the swing, but so far, apart from our little mishap, she seems to be slipping in nicely.

  I should offer her water. Or even let her rest, but this isn’t a fucking hotel and my cock’s dying to fucking come.

  I put her in the spinning swing that hangs from the overhead beam. It has a swivel clip, so she can rotate in any direction with the padded support. She should be able to maneuver and not feel uncomfortable. I strap her up by her hands and then by her legs. She’s hanging above another wooden chair. This swing’s a masterpiece. She can use her body weight to adjust how she’s hanging and change positions so I can fuck her at any angle I want.

  I stop for a minute to see what her pussy is doing and it´s fucking dripping from her spanking and my cock’s getting harder in anticipation. I’m so fucking hard I need to fuck right now. I leave her for a second and go to the closet. The one that has the condoms. I rip open the packet and then I roll it onto my aching cock.

  Scarlett swings towards me and then I don’t hesitate in entering her dripping pussy with her legs sprawled out like an eagle. Seeing her pussy on full display doesn't stop my want to enter it. I do gently at first and she winces, but as I slowly enter her, she starts to get used to it. She’s no longer moving uncomfortably but greeting my cock with open arms. Scarlett starts purring while I use the swing for leverage.

  “Hmm,” she purrs as she holds on to the straps. She looks as if she’s about to come. She’ll learn about multiple orgasms and come in more ways that she never thought were imaginable until now.

  Shit, I know that she wants it so bad as I hold the swing still and angle her so that she’s hardly moving. My cock is going in and out of her fully. It slides in and fills her up and her pussy clenches on to it.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  She’s screaming words out like a woman that’s been raised in a brothel. The innocent Scarlett has left the room and the true whore that she’s kept buried inside of her is screaming out.

  “Fuck!”

  I move my hands from the straps to her tits. They’re so fucking juicy as they continue to bounce up and down as she moves her body.

  “Oh God, yes!”

  She screams out as I flick her nipples. I wish that it was my tongue where my hands are right now. Shit, I wanted to suck them from the moment I laid eyes on them. I feel like a greedy boy that’s been left with all his favorite toys and doesn’t know which one to play with first. I want them all. I want my tongue where my hands are, and my cock in her mouth.

  Shit, this is driving me insane, because I’m losing fucking control. I never do that. I’m the one tiring them out. Pushing them to the limit. Scarlett’s managed to do that and she’s not even trying.

  “Yes!”

  I’m not ready to climax yet.

  There are no clocks allowed in here, because I don’t need any distraction. But I start to feel tired and I can’t hold back any longer. Time exerts pressure to finish or causes disappointment in the time taken to come.

  I add my finger into her cunt and scratch her entrance. Now, she’s wrestling while in the straps. I can tell that it’s driving her insane and I don’t hold back as I want her to feel that this isn’t over. I’m not done yet.

  I realize that I’m kidding myself as with one final groan and her pussy holding on to my cock one more time, my sperm rips out into the condom. I feel a sense of urgency as I plunge deeper inside of her. It feels as if the come has come from every part of my body. I feel weak as my body feels as if it’s possessed and my muscles flex to the point of pain and I know that she’s not the only one that needs rest.

  No longer is she screaming out. She’s feeling weak as I am right now. I have a room set up for her as soon as I get my breath back. I expect to lift her and lay her down. In her own room. I want her again and again. I intend to enjoy every part of this weekend, not just because of the deal, but because there’s something about Scarlett. Not just her beauty or curvaceous body. She’s bringing a craving out of me. One that I never even knew existed until now.

  Chapter Eight

  Scarlett

  I feel as if every piece of me is hurting, but I can’t wipe this smile off my face. It’s as if he’s uplifted me into a different zone. One that I didn’t even know existed. Sex with Sam was mechanic, but I thought that it was love. I knew after he dumped me that it couldn’t have been love but the idea of being with someone and having no connection with them. It didn’t make sense to me.

  No conversation or anything and being so blown away by having sex with them is something that I’d never thought was possible until now.

  I curl up in the bed, the one he laid me down in like a delicate flower. I should get up, my stomach’s growling and I just remembered that apart from the text to tell Gretchen that I arrived at the house, she doesn’t know about my whereabouts. Then again as far as she’s concerned I’m at Aunt Betty’s house.

  I sit up and take in my surroundings, which includes my naked body. I’ve kept it hidden under sweats as if it was something to be ashamed about, but he made me feel like a Princess. He delicately touched it and even spanked my ass like a naughty girl.

  I use the pillow to cover my face. As I stand up and move towards the window. I shake my head at the idea of drawing the curtains and discovering that a nosey neighbor could see me in my birthday suit. Then again, what do I care?

  It’s not as if I’m coming back here again.

  I’m sure that once Joshua has finished playing with me then he’ll dismiss me like a piece of trash. I’m pulling back the curtains and not concentrating on the door. Someone’s knocking and by the time the door swings open I do the craziest thing. I use the curtains to cover my body. Just in case it’s not Joshua.

  God! Just say he has a wife or something? What the hell am I going to do?

  “Hello,” a faint voice says as I stand frozen behind the curtains. I don’t even know what side of the house this room is facing, I just know that the woman who’s coming in the room can’t see me completely naked.

  I have no clothes. Damn! I should have run behind the other door. I’m sure that must be the bathroom or something, then again, this room’s as big as Gretchen’s living room.

  “Hello,” I whisper back. “I’m not dressed!”

  She’s by the door, a short Hispanic woman all in white pants and a matching shirt.

  “I’m Asun, Mr. Moore’s housekeeper. He had to go out this morning and he said that I should check in on you.”

  “Oh,” I say, disappointed that he’s not going to stay here the whole weekend and then I shake my head at the idea that I’m thinking about him as more than being someone who loves having sex.

  I couldn’t be any different to any of the other women that he’d played with in his room. I needed to get it out of my head if I thought any differently about what happened between us.

  “Yes, don’t worry he won’t be too long.”

  I nod my head thinking that the idea of being in his house and not being able to see him feels a bit weird, especially because I have no clothes.

  She smiles and I can tell that she’s just as uncomfortable as I am at the moment.

  “I just came to tell you that I’m making lunch.”

  I nod thinking great, I’m hungry but I can’t eat, because I haven’t got any clothes.

  “Okay so there’s towels and a robe in the bathroom,” she points to the right of me.

  “And in the clos
et, you’ll find all your clothes.”

  “My clothes?” “Yes, but how did they get here?”

  She shrugs, “I don’t know but Mr. Moore wanted me to tell you that you have clothes in there.”

  Then there’s a moment of awkward silence as I try and digest it all. He has my clothes in the house, when I told him that I only had that dress. He didn't say anything. Also, the whole thing was nuts, because I jumped in his car thinking that we were going on a date. When he told me that we weren’t I didn’t even think about clothes. There were too many things going on in my mind. Like the fact that he said that we were going to have a fucking weekend.

  “Miss, is there anything else?”

  She’s so small and with her friendly face I can tell that she probably knows everything that goes on in this house, but probably doesn’t tell a soul.

  “No. Oh…”

  She’s turning back to leave the room. I’m too scared to turn to see if the neighbors can see my big ass out of the window.

  “My name’s Scarlett. You don’t need to call me Miss. I’ll be down in about fifteen minutes. I just need to get showered and dressed.”

  “Okay,” she’s still beaming and then turns to leave.

  But then she hesitates and says, “Don’t worry, that window faces the back of the house. So, no one can see you behind there.”

  She read my mind, but she doesn’t wait for me to answer as she shuts the door, I wonder if when she said when lunch was ready. She wasn’t inviting me to lunch. She was just telling me about it. Then it dawns on me.

  Lunch!

  What time is it? I race to my purse which I see on a side table and I can’t believe it as I look at my phone. It’s almost two and I’ve been sleeping all this time?

  Well, since I lost my job I still get up at the same time, but at this time. This is when I have my afternoon nap.

  Shoot, I sound as if I’m five years old.

  I walk across the cream bedroom to the closet which is the whole of the wall facing the bed. I can’t believe what I see before my eyes. She’s right about one thing, there’s clothes but none of them are mine. There’s a few dresses, elegant ones like the one that I was wearing when I entered the house, a couple of jeans, shirts and pants too. It’s as if I’m moving in with the selection of clothes.