This is my very first attempt at creative writing. I am challenging myself here. Please be kind.
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She paused for a second, gulped and look down. Knowing the words would not go over well, she said, "I'm nervous".
"Excuse me?" He said, sounding deliberately bothered.
"I'm just trying to be honest, sir." She paused. "May I speak freely?" He pauses, not happy at all at any of this, considers her request then silently nods in approval. She continues... "Ok, you know I would do anything you ask. I love our arrangement and on some level you know I love you too. I am proud to be with you and I hope it never ends." She makes sure to look deeply in his eyes as she reaches for his hand, pulls it close enough for him to reach out and trail a light finger across her left nipple making it tighten. Once there, he continues to gently, selfishly grope the beautiful breast. "This makes me nervous because it's not with just you, it's with them too. And I consider being able to anything you ever ask me to do, but the thought of someone I've never met... it's different. It just is and I want to be ok with it and I want to do it for you..."
He pinches her nipple enough for her to stop speaking, looking at her in the eye intently, waiting for her check herself and get back in line. She straightened her back from her temporary slouch and looked straight forward again pushing her breast fully back into his hand, almost encouraging him to continue his grope. And he did. He would never let admit to loving her breasts as much as he did. She knew and loved the attention so she played his little game. This time, back in her expected tone, "Ok. I apologize sir. I just thought..."
This time he pulls his hand and puts a finger to her lips... "Sssshhhh... It's ok. I understand your feelings." She begins to kiss his finger. "I want you to know I would never put you in a situation where you would get hurt." Now, licking the tip. "I would never put you in a situation that would require you to do anything for anyone else, that I haven't done to you myself." She wraps her full, cherry red lips around the tip and slowly sucks it down to the knuckle, waiving her tongue back and forth in her mouth. "You may not know them, but I do. I've known two of them for over 10 years, we went to school together. One of them I've known for a while and could be one of the nicest guys I've ever known. And the last is a bit of a wild card, but I've been assured he's clean..."
He stops speaking the second she turned her eyes to up to him.
He reluctantly attempts to remove his finger from her mouth, so she sucks harder. This only slows the process. Once free, his hand caresses her cheek, rubs his thumb across her lips, then returns to her perfect breast and pinches her taut nipple again, this time harder with a twist and a pull until her eyes return forward, returning to her station. He moves to stand in front of her, indignantly instructing only, "apologetic and sloppy". Pulling his cell phone from his pocket looking almost bored with the situation, he checks his email.
She shifts in her chair and leans forward, unbuckles his belt and opens his pants, pulling them and his silk boxers down to his knees, and then to the floor.
She loves his cock. It's nothing any porn star would be jealous of but it is beautiful. She grabs it firmly with her right hand and slowly strokes it twice before moving into position. After peeking up to his eyes hoping to make eye contact she slowly leans forward, letting her warm breath inform him of her proximity before engulfing his length to the hilt.
She forces him into her throat and holds him there until her eyes and mouth begin to water. Lightly licking back and forth she slowly pulls back, always maintaining a subtle suction, always looking to impress his avoiding eyes hoping to see him looking down at her appreciating the esthetics of her labor. He doesn't.
She continues her tongue motions while keeping his cock as deep as she could take, slowly bobbing in and out and drawing the saliva from her throat. Her hands expertly move to aiding his legs free from his trousers. Once free, she only briefly breaks free to stand, assist him in removing his pressed dress shirt and silk tie, respectfully placing all folded garments off the back of the desk chair.
Now naked, he sits on the chair and returns to the phone and the Wall Street Journal article, knees apart. She lunges forward and impales herself as deep as she can, instantly shoving his cock into her throat hole. She holds it there, flexing her throat muscles to work the head. She slowly pulls her head free, wagging her tongue, collecting all of the saliva, staring intently into his eyes which now can no longer hold back a subtle hint of pleasure. When she gets to the head, she sucks harder pumping the last few inches intently, over and again. Once his cock was finally free from her mouth she uses her right hand to stroke him slow long and slow, twisting at the head. The left hand is turned upwards lightly tickling his balls with perfectly manicured nails. A subtle smile appears on the upturned corner of her mouth while she continues to attempt eye contact. When she sees him pause for a brief second she dives back on it.
He knows what she is doing. This isn't the first 'sloppy and apologetic' blowjob in their relationship. He selfishly allows the silent game to continue for a while longer. She is really good and they both know it, especially when she wants to put on a show. She is trying to make him cum as quickly as possible, and it is taking his every will to put it off.
Then he looks at her, rewarding her with acknowledgement. Overwhelmed, he has no choice but to look down at this angel face performing this devilishly naughty act. She pulls back again, returning her hands to their practiced stroke. Never breaking eye contact, she smiles, winks, then spits all of the saliva from her mouth onto her pumping fist, lubricating her motion. She gives him another knowing wink then dives back down and sucks his cock as good as she possibly can.
She lives to make him cum in her mouth and down her throat, anything he needs to please him. She doesn't feel complete until he is satisfied, at all costs. She more prefers the 'slow and lustful' more than the 'apologetic and sloppy' oral pleasure. She knows that this requests means she fucked up when she spoke out of line and it is now her job to do nothing but make him cum as hard and as fast as she possibly can. So that was what she was doing, and she did it very well.
After a short while and a guttural moan he gave her what she worked so hard for, a large load of cum which she properly swallowed down with pleasure and pride.
She knew it was a good one because he seemed to take a few seconds to recover himself and snap back into his role of authority. While he recovered she licked his beautiful cock clean of any evidence. He twisted his neck back into alignment causing a few audible pops.
Once fully composed, he says, "There is a white envelope in the silver tray by the door. Inside are all of the instructions you will need to perform tomorrow night. There is a credit card for you to purchase anything you will need for the event. I fully expect complete cooperation." He pauses, then looks at her sitting below him. Her breast still hanging out which reminds him to grope it again. He looks her in the eye, newly agitated, pending her response.
"Sorry, yes, sir. Of course."
"Good. I won't hear anything like this again, will I?"
"No, sir."
"Good. Now the punishment." She knew this was also coming, another consequence of her speaking freely. She enjoyed being disciplined, even if it hurt more than she would like. So she stood up and turned around. Lifting her business attire skirt past the curve of her perfect ass, she thumbed the sides of her black thong and lowered them to the floor slowly, bending only at the waist then raised back up just as slow. Crawling back in the chair he previously occupied and sticking her ass up as far as she could, she presented herself for punishment. She arched her back and assumed the spanking pose then picked a spot on the wall to focus on. For some reason, it helped with the pain.
Smack. "Wow, he really isn't happy", she thought to herself.
SMACK... "OK, that one hurt a bit. Just find a happy place... Just find a ha..."
SMACK!! Ok, wow, that one hurt more than usual. After a brief pause to ride it out the wave of pain, speaking out loud, "Thank you for teaching me, Big Daddy. It won't happen again."
"Good. I trust tomorrow will be perfect then." Without waiting for an answer, he turns and walks into his office bathroom and closes the door. This leaves her in the chair, in her 'pose', the sting in her ass now more of a throbbing burn, and the shame of his displeasure as a reminder of her mistake.
She steps down from the leather chair, dresses, wipes the tear from her cheek, checks her makeup and hair, and switches her personas back to the office professional the rest of the world knows her to be. She gathers her planner and laptop, then walks towards the door. Once at the door, she pauses and grabs the envelope and almost as if being watched, quickly stashes it in her planner.
It is an obviously expensive large envelope. She is immediately intrigued by its contents but knows it is meant for later. The tease is torture, yet it's one of her favorite things. She loves being instructed, she loved appeasing her master, and she loves being praised for a job well done.
That is for later. One more check for esthetics and the mask is back on. Now, back to work.
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"Oh, good morning Stephanie," she heard from behind her as she neared her desk. She turned to see Mr. Johnson, the President of the company. Stephanie had caught his eyes wondering more times than she could count. Last month she caught him smelling her hair as he stood behind her in the elevator. It was easy to assume he knew too much. Always confident, that man just gave off a vibe of 'knowing'.
"Good morning Mr. Johnson, can I help you?" He wanted to peek at her cleavage but caught himself, gulped and keyed back to her blue eyes.
