In turn, Rocco was astonished at the ‘widow’ before him. He had expected a stringy old aristocrat with a turkey neck and a hysterical scream. Instead, a pretty young woman in a summery floral dress which just almost skimmed her knees stood before him, her eyes wide with fear and… another inscrutable expression. Her figure was exceptional – her legs were shapely, the skin creamy smooth. Rocco longed to see the entire expanse of her satin thighs, cursing the sensible length of her dress. The material hugged curvy hips and a slim waist, and a peek of her ample breasts showed where the neckline dipped just a little. Her lips were plump and red, her face round and youthful with a peaches and cream complexion, and her hair was the color of honey.
A frission passed between them as their eyes met, and both felt the other’s attraction. Stella couldn’t help but compare this tall, attractive man with his dark looks and slim, toned figure with her older, gingery husband with his once strong physique already turning to fat. There was no doubt in her mind who she would rather have in her bed.
“Are you Mrs McGourvey?” the man asked again, his deep masculine voice raising goose bumps on her arms.
“Stella,” she said, folding her arms in a way which pushed her breasts upwards, enhancing her cleavage in a manner he did not fail to observe. “I suppose you are here about my husband?”
“He owes my boss a lot of money,” Rocco admitted.
“Well,” said Stella, whose thoughts were only half on her husband’s debt, “we’d better go inside.”
Rocco followed her indoors, his eyes fixed on her voluptuous backside as her hips swayed gently. She let him in through the conservatory door and led him into what must have been her husband’s library – it was lined with shelves and shelves of books, some of which were only accessible by a ladder, which was hooked to a pole at ceiling level, allowing it to slide around the circumference of the room. In the center of the room were several plush sofas, and off to one side, mounted on a plinth, was a grand piano, sheet music still sitting in the stand. Rocco wondered if she played, and found his cock twitching at the thought of her curvy figure seated at the piano, delicate fingers caressing the keys. He tried not to imagine those same fingers stroking down his chest, or going lower, curling themselves around his straining length, slowly moving up and down, jerking him off.
Stella hid a smile as she saw the blush creeping up Rocco’s cheeks and the clenching of his fist. She knew that he found her just as alluring as she did him, and she didn’t anticipate having any real trouble on this occasion about her husband’s debt. Even so, she kept up the pretense.
“I don’t have any money,” she told him. “My husband took everything he still had and ran. If it’s just money you’re here for, I can’t help you.”
Rocco wondered if he had imagined the insinuation, and the slight smirk ghosting her plump, pretty lips suggested that maybe he hadn’t.
“My boss sent me to collect. Pippie doesn’t like to go away empty handed,” he said.
“Pippie?” Stella repeated in amusement. “Mobs certainly don’t have the same intimidation factor now as they did in the old days.”
Rocco, instead of being angry that she was mocking him, found himself admiring her spirit. Most women in this situation would simply do everything they were told, but she was gently teasing him. It made him want her all the more.
“I think I can be plenty intimidating for you,” he said, pulling a grim face and folding his arms.
“I’m intimidated,” Stella said, her body immediately shrinking away from him, her eyes getting wide and pleading. “I’d do anything I could to pay the debt – anything! Although I don’t have any money, so if that’s all you want, I don’t know what to do!”
Rocco was sure she was playing it up a little bit. She was obviously an intelligent woman, but her vulnerable figure, so frail and fragile in her thin summer dress, her slender arms wrapped around her body, made him feel powerful.
“There are other ways,” he admitted. “If you don’t have money, you can give me something else you have to offer.”
“I can only think of one thing,” Stella said, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her as she met Rocco’s eyes. She took her arms away from her body and slowly undid the zip on the back of her dress, letting it slide off her, shimmying her hips until she was clothed in nothing but a white lace bra and matching panties, the picture of youthful, voluptuous innocence, but with a look of seduction on her face which promised that she knew exactly what she was doing.
Stella could see that Rocco was tempted. His eyes were fixed on the swell of her breasts, the dramatic line of her waist, and the curve of her thighs as they met at her crotch, her smooth, shaved pussy visible through the skimpy lace of her underwear.
“You can do anything you want to me,” she said seductively, “if you’ll accept my body as currency.”
Her own daring was turning her on, along with the hungry way Rocco was observing her. She wanted him to take her, and she wanted it to be edgy, exciting, hot and demanding. She wanted to feel him dominating her.
“I’ve been a bad girl, though,” she added. “I owe you a lot of money. I think you’re going to need to punish me a little.”
She walked slowly, swishing her hips as she approached Rocco, who was standing rooted to the spot, his muscles tensed, fighting his compulsion to take her, to ravish her, with his fear of what his boss might say. But he had said ‘any means necessary’.
Stella reached Rocco and pushed her delicate fingers under his shirt, driving her nails up his chest, just hard enough to create a light sensation of pain. “Take me. Hard. Punish me,” she whispered, her lips ghosting his ear.
This was enough invitation for Rocco.
As he pulled her flush against him in one abrupt motion, Stella could feel that he was already hard, his cock straining against his tight pants, a solid length against her belly. It sent a flame of desire curling through her, and she tilted her face upwards, her full red lips moist and parted.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. With an unexpected force and intensity which was every bit what Stella desired, he took her lips, forcing them open with his own, drawing her lower lip into his mouth, sucking it hard and then biting down, causing a shock of pain and arousal to shoot straight down to her pussy. She opened herself up to him, letting him dominate her mouth completely, forcing his tongue on hers, molding her lips to his will, tasting every crevice he could find. The urgent kiss left her gasping for air, her lip throbbing, her entire body tingling with desire.
She moaned out loud as he moved from her lips down to her neck, sucking with such bruising force at the pale, sensitive skin that she could imagine the scarlet marks forming on her flesh, his power claiming her body. The blossoming crimson flowers of pain and arousal were driving her mad with desire, her pussy wet and dripping, her breasts swollen and sensitive, aching to be stimulated, aching for the rough calluses of his palms to create a raw, delicious friction against her hardened nipples. Finally she was gratified, his hand squeezing and kneading her soft mounds through the lace, creating a coarse sensation which she was desperate to rub herself against.
Reveling in the slick, warm sensation of his tongue laving her abused neck, a stark contrast to the coarse material and demanding hand rubbing her breasts raw, she craved overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure.
“Take me on the piano,” she gasped. Rocco paused in his ministrations causing her to whine in frustration. That was the last thing she wanted. He glanced over at the large grand piano, lid up, white and black keys well-polished. He looked back at her, one dark eyebrow raised.
“Take me over to the piano. Fuck me hard, any way you like, as rough as you can. Come on, mob boy. Show me what you’re made of.”
A thrill of delight and anticipation went through her as Rocco lifted her up off the ground in one powerful movement, throwing her over his shoulder so that her voluptuous ass was sticking in the air. He tossed her onto the varnished wooden top of the p
iano, her breasts pressing against the cold, polished wood, her hips grinding into the solid surface and her ass still offering itself invitingly to him, sticking out towards him, her smooth, peachy cheeks begging to be stained scarlet.
She cried out in pleasure as he spanked her, using the flat of his palm to cause a sharp stinging which just heightened her arousal.
“More,” she demanded. Rocco obliged – again he smacked her round, gorgeous cheeks, harder this time, so that the pain was a hot throb after the initial sting had died down. The sharp pain added to the desperate throbbing in her pussy, and she desperately rubbed her thighs together as the delicious blows rained down, longing for some stimulation inside her wet, aching folds, needing the feeling of a hot, powerful cock filling her completely, abusing her quivering walls.
Her wishes were about to be granted – her ass was scarlet, the marks of his handprints clearly emblazoned over the sensitive flesh, and the pleasantly painful ache intensified every sensation in her body. She whimpered in need as he peeled her soaked underwear from her, drawing it over her legs, scraping the needy flesh with blunt fingernails as he went.
She cried out as three broad fingers slammed into her without warning, but immediately began moving against them, pushing her ass backwards as he shoved his fingers forwards, her eyes rolling back in pleasure at the harsh, almost violent pace, his fingertips jabbing into her and causing almost dizzying pleasure to course through her as he brutally stimulated her most sensitive spots, not giving her any time to recover before slamming in again, his fingers slickened with her juices, his other hand steadying her quivering thighs as he pumped her, milking her reactions, hooking his clever fingers to create even more overwhelming sensation in her aching, sensitive flesh.
She heard him fumbling with his flies and she stretched herself open, eager to take him in, craving a brutal, bruising pace. She wasn’t disappointed. He thrust into her leaking entrance forcefully, his iron rigid cock slamming into her so hard that her walls involuntarily clenched around him, so she could feel him even more intensely, his powerful, pulsing rod stretching her completely, penetrating so far that she could feel him everywhere, his entire length engulfed in her hot, wet tunnel.
She moaned and writhed as the thrusts came hard and fast, the pace frantic and demanding. He pulled her body towards him by her thighs so that her body was dragged across the top of the piano, her sensitive skin screaming out at the delicious burn. Half of her was suspended in mid-air, impaled on him as he fucked her thoroughly, plowing into her and pulling her legs so wide apart that her muscles stretched and ached with the position. But it was so hot, so good, the slick, powerful thrusts which stimulated deep inside her, sending pleasure resonating through every pore of her body. Compared to the pale, insipid sex she had had with her husband, she was being transported straight into heaven.
Pulling out, Rocco pulled her into a sitting position and lifted her down onto the piano, pushing her forcefully onto the exposed keys in a cacophony of notes, the depressed keys digging into her ass, her thighs, the hard edges pressing into the soft flesh painfully, but the cool ebony soothing the burning sting of her sore cheeks.
She cried out loudly as she was penetrated again, even more furiously than the last time, the change of angle stimulating new spots inside her. He pounded into her aggressively, gripping her hips as he slammed in and out. The sensation was magnificent, and the jarring notes as she was pushed repeatedly into the keys added to the power of knowing what they were doing, fucking on her husband’s family heirloom, making the keys slippery with her arousal. Looking into Rocco’s face pushed her over the edge, the crease of his forehead and the beads of sweat gathering there as he drove into her again and again, the way his eyes were screwed tight with pleasure. She exploded with ecstasy, the pleasure searing through her, driven by the burning throbs and the hard bites of pain which accompanied it. It was intense and lasting, and her back arched as she came hard.
Seeing that she was finished, Rocco withdrew, his cock still fully erect, dripping and magnificent. Dragging her off the piano in a last concert of notes, he pushed roughly at the top of her head until she was on her knees before him. She opened her lips eagerly and he thrust his entire length into her mouth.
She disengaged her gag reflex immediately, taking the whole length, tangy and musky with her own flavor. She swirled her tongue around him, tasting herself with curiosity and renewed arousal. He wasn’t gentle – he fucked her mouth so hard it was all she could do not to choke, but she wrapped her lips around him and sucked hard, creating a hot, tight vacuum for his cock, her tongue sliding over his hard length, eagerly caressing him as he drove himself into her eager mouth, his hands on the back of her head, pushing himself deeper into the moist cavern
His climax didn’t take long, and he came jerkily in a hot pulse of salty liquid, and although she swallowed most of it, reveling in the taste of him, some of it spilled over, dripping down her chin. As he pulled out she wiped it away with one finger and, meeting his eye, sucked it into her mouth with a wet pop, showing him her clean, glistening finger.
Getting up off her knees she sat on the piano stool, crossing her legs and reclining a little, resting on her palms, relaxed in front of him despite her nakedness and the soreness of her body. Rocco watched her, hypnotized, as he zipped his flies, drew out and lit a cigarette.
“So? Can I consider the debt paid?” she asked casually.
“I’m not sure,” Rocco said, his tone equally light. “I’ll have to see if my boss thinks that this was payment enough. It was a lot of money – I think this might be a debt which needs to be paid in installments.”
“Well you go and see what he thinks,” Stella said coolly. “I’ll be seeing you soon,” she added with a smile. “I can get myself into new debts, if need be.”
Rocco left the house a few minutes later, still not sure if he had been in control, or she had. All he knew is that if he had many more jobs like that, he’d be more than happy to work overtime.
Caught and Punished by the Consultant
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: BDSM; gangbang; MM/F
Lisa sat in front of Tyler’s office door, her feet tapping in frustration. She had been told to go see her boss over two hours ago and had been told he would be with her in just a second. She had better stuff to be doing. Her anger built slowly as she sat there waiting.
She couldn’t help but think about the fact that if she had been one of the men in the office, she would have been able to get away with almost anything as long as it wasn’t sexual harassment. There were even rumors about guys getting caught stealing and absolutely nothing was done about it. Those rumors were what prompted Lisa to start pushing the boundaries. Since she was in charge of the accounting department, it had been easy, and it started small--just using the expense accounts of other people to buy a dinner or lunch. Before long though, it had gotten to be much more.
Lisa started to panic again. Had Tyler found out what she had been doing? her eyes fell on the clock. It was already twenty minutes past closing time. Lisa turned slowly as she heard the door to Tyler’s office open.
Lisa stood slowly as Tyler stood in the doorway gesturing for her to enter. As she walked past him into his office, she heard him tell his secretary that she could leave, and he would see her Monday morning. Lisa took the seat next to Tyler’s desk rather than the one across it.
Tyler sat down in his chair and locked eyes with Lisa.
“Okay, I am not going to bullshit or pussyfoot around. I know what you have been doing, and honestly, I would have expected you to do a better job of embezzling money. But I guess you aren’t as good at your job as I thought.”
Lisa tried to control her face as panic raced through her body. She was probably going to spend a lot of time in prison unless she could think of a way out of this. Not only would it be the end of her career, but she was too pretty and dainty to go to prison; she wouldn’t last long among the hardened criminals.
Then, it hit her. She had always thought that Tyler was attractive, but she had caught him on numerous occasions looking at her with desire as well. Dating in the workplace never turned out well, but this was a special circumstance. This is your only shot Lisa. It’s either snake your way out of this or go to prison.
She committed herself, uncrossing her legs and spreading them, giving Tyler a view of her purple thong as she ran one hand down over her chest.
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