The conservative, tight-assed little bitch walked by me in the hallway at work every day, nose in the air, little ass swinging back and forth, not giving me so much as a glance. She was from the South somewhere, and her accent showed it. She spoke with a syrupy southern drawl and talked a lot about "God and Jaysus" and that kind of crap. She loved talking about how she was "saved" and that she read the Bible every day.
Right.
I got a weird vibe from Krissy once in awhile, though. Once, when we were both in the copy room, I caught her sneaking a look at me. I thought I saw her checking me out from the corner of my eye, but when I turned my head she was leaning over the copier, trying to figure out some complicated thing like making two-sided copies. She didn't even seem to know I was in the room. But I'm positive she looked at me for a second.
Another time, as she strutted past me in the hallway on her six-inch stilettos, she stumbled and dropped a file she was carrying. Being a gentleman I bent to help her. She was already down on one knee, gathering up papers.
"Why, thank you, Bobby!" she drawled in that sweet southern-belle voice. She was leaning over, and I did a double-take.
Her low-cut top was hanging open, and I was getting a front-row seat to the most perfect pair of tits I'd ever seen. Krissy was wearing a see-through mesh bra that left nothing to the imagination. Her cleavage was on full display, and beneath the gauzy mesh I could see the small dark circles of her nipples. They were hard, and poked out the fabric of the bra deliciously.
The little slut! Miss Holier-Than-Thou was wearing trashy lingerie under that tight dress. Who knew?
Krissy was taking her time picking up her papers, bent down on one knee, exposing her cleavage and a length of smooth, tanned leg as well. Her high heels gleamed - they looked brand new and expensive. I was getting the distinct feeling this display was being put on deliberately for my benefit. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to take my eyes off her perfect body.
She glanced up at me, a small smile exposing her gleaming white teeth.
"What's wrong, Bobby? You look just like the cat that got into the cream!" She winked at me, then stood up and walked off down the hallway. She must have known I'd be staring after her, because she put an extra pert little swing in her tight ass as she walked.
It took me a minute to regain my composure. Krissy Williams, prima donna conservative bitch, had just flaunted her wares right in the hallway, for my eyes only! What a fucking cocktease! Underneath that bible-thumping exterior was a Frederick's of Hollywood-style trashy tramp. And the thought of defiling the little slut and exposing her for the whore she really was made me almost cream my pants right there. As it was, I was already sporting a throbbing hadron.
A few days went by after the "hallway incident," and I didn't see Krissy around the office at all. There were rumors that she was ill. I had my doubts. Knowing her, she was using her royal salary (earned doing the difficult work of smiling pretty and exposing leg and cleavage on the air) to take a jaunt down to the Caribbean or something. A few days turned into two weeks, and I began to wonder if she'd left the company for good. Then, nearly a month after Ms. Williams had given me her little show in the hallway, she returned. And I immediately knew why she'd been out.
When the little bitch-whore strutted into the office, making some kind of grand entrance, flashing her brilliant smile and saying "Why, thank you!" to all of the people welcoming her back, my jaw about hit the floor. Krissy was wearing a skin-tight blue minidress and strappy fuck-me stiletto heels. Her gorgeous legs, as always, were on full display. But what had my attention, and my cock's too, was her chest.
Krissy's boobs had magically grown at least two cup sizes during her absence. Before, they had been delectably perky, maybe a C cup at most - deliciously suckable, don't get me wrong, but still a bit under-proportioned. Now, she was sporting a pair of girls that were at least double-D's. They pushed and stretched the sheer fabric of her dress, leaving no doubt whatsoever as to their exact size and shape. The dress wasn't low cut, in fact it was almost a turtle neck, so no boob was actually exposed. But holy shit, it didn't have to be! Her tiny waist, cinched with an oversized black belt, only accentuated the size of her new, decidedly unChristian titties. As she walked, they bounced gently, and I'm sure she was deliberately giving them an extra little jiggle with each step.
All the guys in the office were staring just like I was, and I knew what each of them was thinking: Give me one hour with her and I'll titty-fuck the shit out of those gorgeous boobies. All the women were staring too, and I can guess what they might have been thinking: either "Damn she's hot, I want her plastic surgeon's number" or "Fucking bitch, now I'll never have a chance at any dude in this place."
I happened to be sanding just outside my office, watching Krissy's grand entrance, and I noticed she wasn't heading toward her own office, which was in another part f the floor. Instead, she was making her way through the cube-land where the peons all worked toward my hallway. I raised my eyebrows casually as she approached and looked her n the eye, trying not to stare at her jiggling boobs. She slowed down as she walked passed me, glancing at me sidelong with a gleam in her blue eyes.
"It's OK Bobby, you can look if you want to," she drawled in a whisper. "After all, I did it for you."
What the fuck did she say?
"That's right," she purred over her shoulder as she went by. "I hope you like them, Bobby, because your face is going to be between them later."
With that, she turned a corner and was gone.
What the hell just happened? Did Krissy Williams just tell me she was planning to fuck me? For a second I didn't believe my own ears. In spite of her "hallway show" from a month ago, I didn't really think she was anything more than a little cocktease underneath her preachy exterior, like so many conservative women are. But I began to wonder if she had given any other dudes in the office a good look at her assets like she'd given me. Nobody had said anything, and I'm friends with all the guys in the office. If Krissy had done anything like that I would have heard about it. God know I'd told several guys about what had happened with me; they'd all blown it off, either not believing me at all, or writing it off as bitchy teasing. I began to think I was the only one she was showing off for, as unlikely as it might have seemed even a few weeks earlier.
I went back into my office and sat down. An e-mail had just popped up on my computer screen; it was from Krissy. Somehow I wasn't surprised. She must have sent it as soon as she got to her office. The subject line read "Southern belle seeks real man." I opened it.
The message contained a single line of text. It was an address in the high-end part of town, along with the words "9 PM tonight" and a little kissy icon.
Holy fuck.
I made her wait a bit, and showed up at 9:15. Her house was a sprawling Tudor-style mini-mansion with about a million acres of lush green lawn and tall shady trees. On the huge front porch were several pieces of expensive-looking furniture, along with a small statue of Jesus with the words "Are you saved yet?" engraved on the base. I chuckled at that, knowing what I did now about Krissy's "other side." I rang the doorbell.
After a minute I heard the clack of high heels on tile, and Krissy opened the door.
"You're late, Bobby," she said in a mock-reprimanding tone.
I hardly heard her.
Krissy obviously had a separate wardrobe for off-hour use. She was dressed in a skintight sheer black body stocking and eight-inch spike heels. The body stocking wasn't see-through, but it clung to her gorgeous body like a second skin. Every curve was on display, including her jutting new boobs. The neckline of the body stocking was low enough to expose just a little of what I was sure was ample cleavage. Her hard nipples pushed against the sheer fabric, and I could just barely make out the dark circles of her small areolae. Just looking at them made my dick react. The stocking covered her delicious legs to the ankles, and her arms to the wrists. She held out her hand.
"Welcome, Bobby. Please, do come in." Her southern belle charms were in full effect now, and I almost involuntarily took a few steps forward. She held out her hand, and I took it. I noticed her nails were long and manicured, painted a light pink. Her skin was pleasantly cool to the touch.
She turned and led me to a flight of stairs going up. As she walked, me a half-step behind, still letting her lead me by the hand, my eyes were glued to her ass. The body stocking showed how perfectly round and tight it was, far more than the dresses she wore at work. It was small and pert, and just the thought of taking her doggy-style and slapping the shit out of her little ass cheeks made my dick throb.
"Like what you see?" she cooed.
"Oh, hell yeah, Krissy. You know I do. Work that body."
She feigned an offended air. "Oooh, such language, Bobby! Naughty, naughty!"
"Fuck you, you conservative little slut," I said sharply, tightening my grip on her hand and spinning her around.
She gasped and her eyes widened as I pulled her face close to mine. Her perfect makeup couldn't hide the flush in her cheeks.
"You little cockteasing whore. Tight-assed Republican little bitch," I hissed in her ear.
To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure of the reaction I'd get. I half-expected her to knee me in the groin and call the cops, telling them I'd tried to rape her. But I got something entirely different.
While her face was still close to mine, I heard her begin breathing fast, almost panting, and she whispered, "Fuck the living shit out of me, baby, please, oh fuck, I need your cock."
That did it. Right there on the stairs I ripped my jeans off and my rock-hard cock sprang out. I've got a decent-sized dick, maybe eight inches, and thick, too. When it's fully erect it looks like a polish sausage but without the curve. It's ramrod straight.
Krissy saw it and gasped. Her legs trembled a little. I grabbed her manicured hand and put it on my cock.
"Like that?" I said roughly. "You like that big dick, you little southern slut?" I pulled my shirt off. I was now totally butt naked.
Krissy's hand tightened around my shaft. "Oh God yes, it's gorgeous" she whimpered. "Such a beautiful cock." She almost seemed to be talking to herself. Her eyes were glued to the head of my dick, poking out from her fist and beginning to turn purple.
I put my hand on her blonde head and forced her to her knees. "Show me how much you like it, bitch."
Krissy let out a low moan of pleasure. "Oh yes, baby, thank you..."
She slipped her gorgeous lips over my cockhead and began to suck lightly on it. Her tongue swirled around greedily, licking up my sweat and precum. She still moaned softly in the back of her throat, producing a delicious vibration on my dick.
"That's right, little self-righteous whore," I said in a low voice. "Be a good little cocksucker for me. Be a good slut."
That seemed to excite Krissy even more, and she slid my cock further into her mouth, her lips sucking at me hungrily and her tongue massaging the most sensitive areas. I didn't think it was possible, but my dick seemed to get even more engorged, and Krissy sucked harder and faster.
Suddenly I felt the tips of her teeth graze the sensitive flesh. I yanked my dick out of her mouth. She gasped and made a disappointed little noise.
I grabbed her hair and tilted her head up to look at me. "Don't you ever bite my dick, you little slut," I said. "You hear me?"
Her wide blue eyes stared up into mine. She seemed about to cry. "Yes," she said submissively. "I understand."
I slapped her face lightly with my dick. She gasped sharply.
"Say 'I understand, sir.'"
"I understand, sir." Krissy lowered her face.
"Good. Now beg for my cock."
Krissy seemed more than willing. I think being a tightass prima donna cocktease all the time caused her to have a lot of pent-up need to submit.
"Oh, please, sir, please, let me suck your cock. Oh God, please I need it," she whimpered, never taking her eyes off my bobbing cockhead inches from her mouth.
"Tell me what a dirty whore you are."
"I'm a dirty little whore, sir, I'm your filthy slut!" Her dirty talk was made even hotter by her sweet southern-peach accent. "Please, please, let me put your cock back in my mouth."
"Go ahead."
She eagerly took it back into her warm mouth, and sucked tightly on it for several minutes, eyes closed, lost in pleasure. I kept my hand on her head, fingers twisted in her blond hair, ready to yank her head off my dick again if her teeth so much as grazed me.
She must have learned her lesson, because they didn't. She kept sucking eagerly, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through my entire body. I felt my balls begin to swell with cum. And that gave m an idea.
I pulled her head off my dick. A line of drool slid from her lip and dripped to the floor. Her eyes opened dreamily.
"Worship my balls, you little slut," I ordered.
She went right to it. She buried her mouth and nose in my big, aching balls, snuffling and licking them like a little pig at a trough. She took one gently into her mouth and rolled it around sweetly, cooing incoherently, sending vibrations of pleasure through my groin.
"That's it, baby, that's it," I said. "Good little ball licker."
I let her worship my balls for a few more minutes, then pulled her to her feet.
She looked at me with wide blue eyes, a little apprehensively.
"Where's the bedroom?" I asked.
"This way, sir," she said demurely, and went up the stairs. I followed, reaching out to give her little ass a light slap. She gasped and giggled a little.
Her bedroom was palatial, with a huge four-poster bed in the middle. Luxurious satin sheets and an embroidered comforter covered it. I pulled Krissy straight toward it.
"Wait, sir, let me take my shoes off," Krissy said, reaching down to her feet.
"No," I ordered. "Leave them on."
"Yes sir," she said meekly, and stood back up.
"Let me feel those tits," I said roughly.
She obediently pushed her chest out toward me, and I grabbed both boobs through the fabric of the body stocking. I squeezed and massaged them roughly, making Krissy squirm with pleasure. Her breathing became heavy. I brushed my thumbs across her hard little nipples, and she gasped. Her tits were soft and firm and damn near perfect.
"So you got this boob job for me, huh?" I said, squeezing and mashing them. "You got these to tease me with, you bitch? Is that it?"
"No sir," she squealed. "I promise, I got new boobs so you could play with them! I've been watching you for so long, sir, I've wanted your hands all over me and your cock deep inside me for so long!"
"You're gonna get my cock, all right," I said. "In all your tight little conservative bitch holes. Until you can't fucking walk."
Krissy practically fainted at this. Her eyes half-closed, she slumped a little, her knees visibly trembling. "Oh God..." she whispered through her parted lips. I kept kneading her big boobs, enjoying their firmness through the sheer fabric of the body stocking. The rougher I played with them, the more she got off on it.
"Like it rough, Krissy? You like to play rough, baby?" I said. Looking down at her crotch, I noticed a dark, damp spot there. "Shit, I guess you do! You dirty cunt. Pussy's dripping wet already."
"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I couldn't help it..." she moaned. "Your hands just feel so good on my breasts."
"I'm gonna have more than my hands on those big titties," I said. "I'm gonna slide my dick in there and titty-fuck the hell out of you."
I stopped squeezing her tits, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Give me a show," I ordered.
Krissy looked at me worriedly. "A show, sir?"
I sighed with exasperation. "Yes, you slutty little bimbo. A show. A strip show. Strip off that body stocking. Slowly. And make it good for me, or you'll get a good spanking on that pert little butt of yours." I smiled wickedly. "In fact, you might just get a spanking either way."
Krissy's eyes widened slightly at this, and she whimpered faintly. She knew I meant it.
"Yes, sir. I will do the best I can."
She walked to the middle of the room, and slowly began to sway back and forth on her high heels. She shook her torso, making her boobs jiggle seductively. Then she began to move her hips in a circle, which got gradually wider until she was practically bent over, making deep, wide circles with her torso, her styled blonde hair swishing in all direction. She slid her hands underneath her breasts and pushed them together, kneading them as she moved her body. She slowly made a half-turn, so her ass was pointed towards me, and moved it in small circles, teasingly. I could just make out the dark outline of a skimpy little thong. Little slut, I thought. I bet she wears those to the office every fucking day.
Her striptease, as amateurish as it was, was having the desired effect. My cock felt like it would burst, precum dripped nonstop from the tip, my balls ached like crazy, and my heart pounded. God, what a fucking gorgeous little piece of ass!
Krissy, still with her ass toward me, straightened and began to peel the body stocking off, starting at the plunging neckline. She seductively inched each shoulder down, first one side, then the other, then slowly slid her arms out of the sleeves. The top half of the stocking was now hanging shapelessly around her waist. For the first time, I was seeing Krissy Williams nude.
Her skin was pale and there were small blemishes here and there, which only served to enhance her overall beauty. Her neck was slender and her shoulders were small and feminine. Her torso narrowed appealingly toward a skinny little waist. With some surprise (although not too much) I noticed a small tattoo on her right shoulder blade: a small cartoon female devil figure, nude, with red skin and big breasts. The little whore! I wondered f she'd gotten it at the same time as the boob job, or if it had been there all along. Either way, it was a major fucking turn-on: little miss born-again with a slutty little devil tattoo under her dress!
Speaking of her tits, her double-D's were just visible, peeking out on either side of her torso as she raised her arms above her head. She was deliberately making her boobs stick out to the sides, so she could tease me.
"Turn around so I can see your titties, bitch!" I barked.
"Yes, sir," she said submissively, and turned to face me. Her boobs were fucking glorious. Whoever her surgeon had been, he'd earned his money. They were big, in fact double-D might have been an underestimate, but perfectly proportioned. Some boob jobs end up making a girl's tits look like cartoons, but not Krissy's. She'd obviously paid top dollar for these boobies. They jutted pertly out from her chest, tipped with small dark nipples that were rock hard and lightly beaded with sweat. They were almost perfectly round. Her cleavage was a deep canyon that sat invitingly right in the middle. She didn't even need to push those babies together - those big boobs did the job all by themselves. The best part of them were the tan lines: strips of paler skin showing the outline of a very skimpy bikini.
Then something caught my eye: a flash of silver from her nipples. Holy shit, I thought. The little whore had pierced nipples! There was a small silver hoop through each one. She saw me looking at them, and blushed.
Krissy raised her arms above her head again and made her tits jiggle in a small circle. Her piercings flashed in the light. I was practically drooling. She walked over to me, breasts jutting forward, and put her hands behind my head. I knew what was coming next, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load all over the bed where I was sitting.
The next thing I knew, my face and half my head was buried in the most delectable sweet muskiness I had ever experienced. I tried to speak but Krissy just pushed my head in tighter, and it was all I could do just to draw breath. But sweet Jesus, what a glorious suffocation! Warm breast flesh encased all of my senses, and Krissy gently ground my face around a little so I could feel every inch of my face rubbing against her sweet flesh. She had lightly perfumed her cleavage with some kind of intoxicating floral scent, and my head began to swim with exquisite pleasure.
"Told you your face would be in there," she said teasingly. "Sir."
I mumbled some kind of response, smothered by her heavenly boobs, and she just giggled, making her tits jiggle and pressing my face even deeper, which I wouldn't have thought was possible. I drew a long, gasping breath through my nose, pulling in a thin stream of air scented with perfume and sweat. It was pure ecstasy.
Just when I thought I would pass out she released me. I gasped for air and opened my eyes. Somehow, we'd ended up lying on the bed, with me under her. She now sat astride my naked body, breasts jutting as insolently as ever, small nipples pointing straight ahead. The body stocking still encased her lower half.
"Now you're gonna fucking get it, you little conservative slut," I growled, and shoved her off. She fell onto the bed with a gasp. I grabbed the body stocking and tore it in two places, long rips all the way down both legs. I ripped through the hems around both ankles and pulled the shredded fabric away and threw it on the floor. She was now sprawled on the bed, in nothing but a little black thong and fuck-me heels. She looked up at me, her blue eyes wide and bright with apprehension and anticipation, seeing the animal lust on my face, her naturally submissive nature kicking in. She spread her arms out to either side, making her tits jut up even more, and spread her legs.
I sat on top of her and bent over, and went to work on her little hard nipples with my mouth and hands. I had my knees on her arms, so she was helpless to defend herself, not that she wanted to. She loved every second of me using her boobs as my personal playthings. She panted and moaned through half-parted red lips, her eyes closed, her fists clenching and unclenching. I sucked at each nipple in turn, pulling viciously at them with my lips, nipping cruelly with my teeth, using the little rings to stretch them until she gasped with pain. My fingers kneaded and mashed her titties like soft bread dough. She seemed to particularly enjoy having her nipples and nipple rings pushed hard back into her boobs and rubbed. This made her thrash under me and groan with pleasure.
After a few minutes of giving her boobs my full, undivided attention, I raised my head and sat back, my bare ass on her hips and upper thighs. She wiped sweaty hair away from her eyes and looked at me pleadingly, her naked lust written all over her gorgeous face.
"Please sir, fuck me," she whispered. "Please make me your whore. Please, sir. "
"Squeeze your tits together," I said.
She did as she was told, pushing her glorious big boobs together so they jutted straight up at me, with a deep, inviting cleavage just begging for my dick.
I moved up so my cock was within reach of her mouth. "Get it wet," I ordered.
Obediently, she took my shaft deep into her mouth, her exquisite lips and tongue gently working it, getting it slathered with spit. I pulled out and positioned the head of my cock just inside the fold of her cleavage. After a moment of savoring the anticipation, I slid my hard dick deep in between Krissy's beautiful boobs.
It was absolutely fucking incredible. Her tits were soft but very firm, and the skin was warm and smooth, but with just enough friction to feel fucking amazing. I pumped faster and faster, watching my cockhead peek out from the top of her cleavage, then disappear again, and my shaft slid up and down through her titties.
Krissy fucking loved it, the little whore. She moaned softly, watching my shaft between her tits with rapt attention, never taking her big blue eyes off of it. Every time my dick pushed up out of her boobs she tried to lick the head, and succeeded a couple of times, relishing my precum in her mouth. She kept her big tits squeezed tight together, giving my cock a hell of a ride.
When I got close to cumming I stopped, not without some regret, and slipped my dick out. I moved up a bit and proceeded to bitch-slap Krissy's gorgeous face with my hard cock. All over her cheeks, mouth, nose, chin, forehead - I slapped and rubbed my meat everywhere. Krissy lay back and accepted this obediently, eyes closed, full lips slightly parted, seeming to enjoy the degradation of being cock-slapped.
After a minute or so of this I got off of her and, without any warning, grabbed her around her petite little waist and flipped her over. She shrieked with surprise. I pushed her up onto her knees. Knowing what was coming, the little bitch buried her face in a pillow and raised her ass for me. I gave the tight flesh a hard slap, then another. She shrieked again, half pain and half pleasure.
"You little cunt, you like a good spanking? Yeah? Take it, little whore. Take your spanking." I whacked her ass again. She shuddered and groaned into the pillow. The crotch of her thong had worked its way into her pussy, and was thoroughly soaking wet. Her juices dripped down the insides of her thighs. I swabbed some up with my hand and yanked her hair with the other, jerking her head up. I pushed my pussy-scented hand under her nose.
"Sniff this, little bitch girl. Smell how fucking horny you are. Smell that? That's your dirty little pussy, Krissy. It's fucking dripping, baby. You love this, don't you? Admit it, tell me how much you love it."
"Yes sir, I love it, I love it, I love it," she moaned, over and over. "Oh God, please spank me some more, I need it for being such a greedy little whore!"
"Damn right," I muttered, and commenced smacking her pert little butt again, making both cheeks a nice flaming red color. I could practically feel the heat baking off of her ass cheeks by the time I relented and allowed her to lower her ass again.
Krissy slumped down onto the bed, her big boobs pushing out on either side of her chest. I knelt on her, astride her ass, and shoved my hands under chest. I found her nipples and began pinching and twisting them mercilessly. Krissy wriggled and squealed like a stuck pig, but I had her pinned down.
"Oh, fuck, sir, that hurts," she cried. "It really fucking hurts!"
"Do you want me to stop, you little bitch?" I asked
She didn't say anything for a moment. Then she whispered, "No, sir. Don't stop."
I smiled. "That's what I thought. Now keep your fucking slutty mouth shut."
I continued to pinch, twist, and pull cruelly at her nipples for several more minutes. Krissy did keep her mouth shut, but kept squirming and moaning underneath me. At one point I reached down between her legs and felt her pussy - sopping wet. She loved this. When I stroked her pussy she gasped out loud in unexpected pleasure.
"I said keep your mouth shut, Krissy," I warned. "Your tight little pussy will get plenty of attention soon enough, and so will your asshole, and your mouth."
She kept her face in the pillow as I had my way with her nipples and breasts. When I finally let up she was panting like she'd run a marathon, and covered in a light sheen of perspiration.
I got off of her. "Turn over."
She did as I ordered, and lay stretched out on he back. Her little nipples were bruised and red, and there were small marks all over her boobs where my fingertips had dug in.
"Do your nipples hurt, baby?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Do you like it?"
She looked away, her cheeks burning. "Yes, sir. I love it."
"Little pain slut, aren't you?"
She nodded, still looking away.
I slapped her lightly on one boob. "I said, you're a little pain slut, aren't you?"
"Yes sir! I'm a dirty little pain slut, sir."
"Good girl. That's better."
I got up off the bed, my erection bouncing as I moved. I noticed she was eyeing it hungrily.
"Like that cock, little whore? You'll get more than enough. But first, I need something to tie you up with."
I heard Krissy gasp faintly when I said this, but she wisely didn't say anything.
"Where do you keep your lingerie?"
She pointed toward a tall bureau against the wall. "In the top drawer of that dresser, sir."
I opened the drawer and my eyes widened. There was enough trampy stuff in there to outfit an entire bordello. God, but she was a closet slut!
I found what I wanted: two stockings. I took them back to the bed and pulled Krissy up to the headboard, keeping her lying on her back. I took one arm and tied it to one bedpost with a stocking, triple-knotting it so she was secure. I did the same for the other arm.
"Try to pull free," I commanded.
She pulled feebly at the restraints. "I can't, sir."
"No, bitch, really try to pull free. Like you're about to get fucked by the biggest fucking dildo you've ever seen and you're afraid it'll rip you apart."
Krissy whimpered and began pulling with all her strength at the bond. They held tight. In fact, the knots I'd made were the kind that just get tighter the more you pull on them.
"I can't, sir," she whispered.
I smiled at her. "Good. Now, I'm going to tease the fucking shit out of your cunt and asshole, just like you've teased me and every other guy in the office day in and day out." I knelt on the bed, forcing her legs to spread wide, and kneeling between them. "You're going to be fucking begging me for an orgasm soon, baby. You'll say or do anything to cum. But I won't let you. I'll keep teasing you right to the edge, then letting you back off, then bringing you to the edge again. It'll be the sweetest agony you've ever felt."
And that's exactly what I did. The teasing session last almost two hours: I employed my fingers, my tongue, my teeth, a small vibrator I found in her nightstand, and even a feather from a centerpiece on the dining room table. By the end, Krissy was reduced to a struggling, whimpering animal, a primitive organism that knew nothing but the desperate, burning need to have an orgasm and the willingness to degrade herself in any way I demanded in the agonizing need for relief. But I never let her have the release she needed. I finished the session by gradually backing her away from what must have been her twentieth near-orgasm, letting her body relax from the rigid tension that had gripped it again, letting her screams for mercy subside to moans, then to whimpers, then to silence. Finally, she slept.
I eased off the bed, careful not to wake her, and waited for several minutes to be sure she was deeply asleep. I knew she was when I heard very faint, very feminine little snores, and her boobs rose and fell in a gentle rhythm. Her blonde hair, all styling gone, lay in disarray across the pillow. Sweat had turned her bangs a darker blonde and pasted them to her forehead. All in all, she looked like someone who had had the shit fucked out of her. But we hadn't even gotten to that part yet.
I carefully untied the stockings from the bedposts, leaving them on her wrists. The next part was the trickiest: I slowly slid my hands underneath her, one under her ass and the other under her shoulder blades, and gingerly rolled her over onto her stomach. She stirred for a moment, then resumed her rhythmic breathing. I adjusted the pillow to make sure her nose and mouth weren't covered. Then, I retied the stockings to the bedposts, but lower down, level with the mattress, so Krissy's slender arms were stretched out to either side and forward. Then I went back to the lingerie drawer and found two more stockings. I used these to secure her ankles to the other two bedposts, leaving her fuck-me heels on. She was now tied face-down and spread-eagled on her own bed, sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was to come next.
I sat patiently in a chair near the bed, massaging my cock to keep it hard, while waiting for her to wake up. It didn't take much effort to keep my dick ready - just looking at that gorgeous little body tied down to the bed was enough. After a while she began to stir, and I saw her eyes open a little. She tried to move, and realized quickly that she was still tied down. There was some momentary disorientation as she realized I had turned her over. She looked over at me.
"What are you going to do now, sir?" she whispered. She didn't have much voice left, having screamed it out during the long tease session.
I didn't answer right away. Instead, I got up slowly, still massaging my dick, and walked slowly towards the bed. I sat down next to her and laid my hand on her ass, and began stroking it gently. Heat radiated from her pussy, which was still wet. I let my fingers stray near her asshole, gently tickling the skin around it. She drew in a sharp breath.
"Oh God, sir, please, no more teasing, sir. I'll die," she whimpered softly.
"Quiet, whore," I said. "I'll do what I like."
Krissy moaned softly. "Yes, sir."
"Are you enjoying this experience, Krissy?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yes, sir, I am enjoying it very much." She sounded sincere. "I always knew I wanted to fuck you, ever since I first saw you, but I never knew how much I loved submitting to a strong man. It's incredible, sir."
I nodded. "Good answer." I slapped her ass lightly, then went back to stroking near her asshole.
"This tight little asshole is going to be violated soon, bitch," I said softly. "Have you ever had your asshole fucked? I bet you haven't."
She was silent.
I smacked her hard on her ass, making her squeal. "Answer my fucking question."
Her cheeks turned bright red. "Yes, sir."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir, I've had my...asshole fucked," she whispered.
"Louder." I smacked her again.
"Yes, sir, I've had my asshole fucked!" she said.
"When?"
"In high school, sir. When I was seventeen." Her cheeks burned bright red with embarrassment.
My cock throbbed. "Who fucked you in the ass, Krissy?"
"It was the school quarterback, sir. John Edmonds. He was a year older than me, sir."
"Did you enjoy it?"
She hesitated, but anticipating another smack on her sensitive ass, she answered. "Yes, sir. I loved it. It hurt, sir. But I loved it."
"Did he shoot his load into your ass, too? I bet he did. I bet you let him, and then begged for more."
She nodded, but didn't speak. Her face was buried in the pillow.
I smiled to myself. Krissy Williams, conservative reporter, holier-than-thou born-again good little upstanding Christian woman: fucked up the asshole by the high school quarterback, and loving every minute.
Without a word I slid one finger deep into her tight dripping pussy. She gasped. I stroked in and out for a moment, teasing her a little, then pulled my finger out and pressed the tip against her puckered little anus. Very gently, I began to work my fingertip, massaging her asshole, forcing it to gradually loosen up until my fingertip popped in about a quarter inch.
Krissy let out a strangled little yelp of surprise, pain, and pleasure. She involuntarily flexed her ass, trying to force me back out, but I held firm.
"Don't you dare push me out, you little bitch-whore," I murmured, leaning close to her ear. "Don't you fucking dare. "
"No sir," she whispered.
"Good girl."
I went back to massaging her asshole, and after a couple of minutes most of my finger was buried deep in her little anus. Her sphincter clenched tight around my finger, but I was in far too deep now for her to be able t push me out. I brought a second finger into the action, working it in next to the first one, very gently stretching her sweet little asshole a little wider. I was taking my time, knowing she was loving every second of this, feeling her entire body tremble with a heady mix of pain and pleasure. I began to hear low whining noises coming from the pillow, like a small animal trying to get a delicious piece of food that's just out of reach.
"Shhhh," I whispered. "Shhhh, baby. I know. I know. You can't decide if it feels good or it hurts, and you want to cum so fucking bad."
She nodded her head and kept whining.
"Don't worry baby. You'll cum. You'll cum more than you ever imagined possible."
I worked a third finger in, and moved them around in a circle. Her anus was nicely stretched now, grasping my fingers in a warm, tight little ring. Her toned little ass cheeks glistened with sweat. I spent a few minutes just letting Krissy adjust to the sensations flooding her body as I finger-fucked her ass slowly and gently. Then, I slid my fingers out and pulled her hair so her head tilted back at an uncomfortable angle. I put my ass-fucking fingers in front of her mouth, then forced them in.
"Lick them clean, Krissy. You little anal whore. Nice and clean."
She did as she was told without protest. She even seemed to enjoy the taste of her own ass and pussy juices, slurping at my fingers until I decided they were clean. I released her head, which slumped back to the pillow.
I got up and double-checked the restraints. They were still tight. I stood for a moment, admiring Krissy's gorgeous, perspiration-sheened body tied spread-eagle on her own luxurious bed. I absently massaged my cock, savoring the anticipation of violating this conservative little tight-assed bitch who walked around work every day in fuck-me pumps and tight, low-cut dresses, at the same time preaching about morality and being saved. I was slick with pre-cum; I swabbed some of it with a finger and spread it around Krissy's little anus, sipping my finger a little and lubing her inside. She moaned softly as I did this, her pert ass squirming.
When I was ready, I mounted the bed and knelt between Krissy's sexy legs. I placed my hands on her black spike heels, and slowly trailed my hands up her legs until I reached her crotch. I heard her suck in her breath, anticipating what would come next. I gently spread her ass cheeks apart, moved forward, and placed the tip of my throbbing cock against her asshole.
What came next surprised the shit out of me. Krissy's reaction to feeling my dick against her anus was galvanic. She began to buck and thrash violently, making the entire bed shake. Her head jerked back and forth, her sweaty blonde hair flying. I heard low grunting noises, thinking at first they were coming from outside the house, because they were so low and guttural I didn't think they could possibly be coming from a woman. But they were. Krissy had reverted back to the same animal mode I had seen during our teasing session, and probably was barely conscious of what she was doing.
At first I assumed she was reacting like this because she didn't want to be assfucked. In a moment I learned different.
"Ohhhhhhhhh God," she screamed in that same guttural tone. "Bobby please fuuuuuck my asssssss..." The last word trailed out like a snake hissing. "Fuck it, Bobby, oh my God, I've wanted it for so long..." Her speech dissolved into more moaning.
Holy shit, I thought. This little bitch is fucking addicted to cock. I realized her thrashing had a purpose: to try to impale her own ass on my hard cock. She was desperately trying to back up against the wrist restraints and push her anus over my cockhead.
I obliged her, and brutally plunged my full length deep into her body.
She let out a banshee wail as I violated her, head back, mouth open wide, screaming at the ceiling, eyes wide but not seeing anything except pain and pleasure mixed together so finely she couldn't tell them apart. Her ass muscles, which were quite strong, clenched savagely at my cock as it invaded her, send waves of pure pleasure shooting through my cock, balls, groin, and everywhere else. It took a feat of sheer willpower not to explode my load of cum right there, deep in her hot rectum.
I withdrew almost all the way out, then shoved back in, balls deep, as roughly as I had the first time. Krissy's head was still thrown back, her back and neck arched at an impossible angle, every muscle rigid as steel, the howl still issuing from her throat, her arms still straining against the bonds. I noticed her legs were in on it too, kicking violently against the stockings that fixed them in place. I held my cock there for a few seconds, every last inch of it deep inside Krissy's body, filling her in ways she had never thought possible, even with Mr. Football Star.
I began to withdraw again, faster this time, and just as quickly thrust back in. I began to pound her anus without mercy, pulling out and shoving back in, feeling her ass muscles clench and unclench rhythmically, like a thumb and forefinger gripped in a tight circle around my dick and stroking it roughly. Her body was totally confused, wanting simultaneously to force my invading cock out and pull it in even deeper. Krissy's wail had begun to taper off and her head was back down on the pillow, resting on one cheek, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her hair plastered to her head with sweat. Her makeup was running now, and she looked like she was crying black eyeliner tears. She was breathing so fast she sounded like she would pass out.
I began to spit dirty talk at her. "Like that big cock raping your little ass, bitch? Does it feel good? You like getting ripped apart by my dick, baby? I bet you've been wanting this for months, you filthy little cock slut. Dirty anal whore. Cockteasing cunt."
With each new degrading word Krissy moaned louder and nodded frantically. Between panting breaths she said things like "Yes, sir, fuck yes, it's so fucking good, tear me apart, sir please."
Soon her words became screams, and I knew she was close to orgasm. I slowed a little bit, and began smacking her ass cheeks with both hands, timing each slap with a thrust of my cock into her anus, which was now putting up no resistance at all. Soon her cheeks were flaming red, even more so than when I had given her the initial spanking shortly after we entered her bedroom. When they were cherry red and glowing hot, I began dragging my fingernails across them, making her squeal with excruciating pain. But the pleasure of being ass fucked mixed well with the sting of her ass cheeks being scratched, and Krissy screamed with ecstasy.
I felt my load building sharply, my balls swelling and aching, my engorged dick getting close to exploding again. I abruptly withdrew from Krissy's ass completely, leaving her anus gaping open. She cried out with frustration and disappointment. A loud whine escaped her throat.
"Quiet, whore," I barked. She immediately went silent. I untied her ankles. "Raise your ass in the air. As high as you can."
Krissy struggled to comply. It was awkward, with her wrists still tied, but she managed it after a few encouraging slaps on her tender little ass. After a minute or two her dripping pussy was on full view, and completely vulnerable to whatever I wanted to do with it.
I probed lightly at her clit and labia with my fingers. I heard a low groan of pure horny lust from Krissy's throat. Her pussy involuntarily clenched around my fingers as I slipped them into her deliciously warm cunt. I stroked teasingly in and out a few times, then brushed my fingertips across her clit. Krissy's clitty was engorged and rock-hard, and incredibly sensitive. The slightest touch sent shudders of pleasure through her, making her shake and squirm. I teased her clit for a minute or so longer, and I could tell she was trying to keep herself from begging for the orgasm I had been denying her for son long. Good girl, I thought. You've learned something.
Then I stopped playing and got down to business. I pushed the head of my cock against her pussy lips and began to work it slowly into her. Her breath began to come in harsh little gasps, and I thought I could make out words, too: "God...fuck me...please...shit...fuck me...". I'll fuck you baby, I thought; I'll fuck you until you can't fucking see straight.
With no warning whatsoever I drove my cock deep into her cunt, all the way to the hilt. She screamed like something being tortured. I pulled it all the way back out, paused, then drove it all the way in again. I did this several times, and Krissy kept up the screaming, never seeming to run out of breath, the pitch of her voice going up and down with the rhythm of my fucking. Finally she ran out of air and began wheezing in long, hoarse gasps, her face sideways against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open, perfect white teeth showing, her entire face grimacing with something between agony and ecstasy. My cock slammed her over and over again; I lost count quickly of how many times I brutally violated her tight little cunt.
And she was tight, incredibly fucking tight. It was hard to believe she'd ever been pussy-fucked before, but it was obvious she was no virgin. She must have kept up a regular workout routine to keep her cunt muscles tight and toned. Her pussy gripped my cock like a warm, tight velvet glove, slippery and moist but with enough friction to cause waves of incredible pleasure course through me. My thick cock stretched her brutally; I looked down at my shaft pumping in and out and saw her pussy lips pulled around my dick in a perfect tight circle. Krissy was lost in ecstatic pleasure, screaming again, howling into the pillow, her restrained hands and arms struggling frantically, fists clenching.
"Do you wanna cum now, little bitch?" I barked at her. When she didn't answer I pulled my cock out and smacked her ass, hard. She shrieked. "I said, do you want to cum now> Answer me, whore!"
"Yes!! Oh fuck, sir, yes, so bad, so fucking bad!!" she yelled. "Please let me cum sir!" Her pussy pulsed, practically begging for my cock.
I thrust back into her, all the way in.
"Then fucking cum, bitch! Now!"
I slapped her ass.
"Now!"
Slap!
"Now!"
Slap!
I didn't think it was possible, but Krissy's dirty little cunt suddenly gripped my pumping shaft even tighter, practically grinding my movements to a stop. It felt fucking exquisite - pushing through her incredible tightness, violating her deep inside, feeling her orgasm build to the point of no return.
Krissy suddenly threw her head back and let out a bizarre, inhuman howl. It practically blew my eardrums out, I grabbed her blonde hair, damp with sweat, and yanked her head back even further. Her scream was strangled into a keening whine. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her eyeliner running freely down her cheeks, sweat pouring from her forehead. Her cunt pulsed hard and rhythmically as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her body, possessing her completely. I felt my cock pushed and pulled violently inside her pussy, and felt something else as well: the slipperiness there suddenly increased as her pussy juices let go and bathed my dick in sweet slick warmth. I even felt some of it squirt out onto my aching balls.
As Krissy's orgasms exploded, I felt my balls, already swollen beyond belief, begin to stretch even more. The base of my engorged cock began to feel as if someone were pushing on it with ramrod. A rush of pure, animal sensation washed over me like a tidal wave, and I grabbed onto Krissy's bucking hips with both hands, as much to steady myself as to keep her in place. My cock was still ramming in and out of her hot cunt like a piston; I was barely even aware I was doing it. Light exploded behind my eyes. A throb like a thunderbolt erupted through the length of my shaft, and I heard someone scream. It wasn't Krissy; dimly, I realized it was me. I thrust all the way deep into Krissy's body, and froze there, rigid as iron.
Jet after pulsing jet of hot cum blasted into Krissy's pussy. There seemed to be no end to the supply of semen that had built up in my balls. The muscle at the base of my dick kept spasming, pumping load after load into the little bitch, until I wouldn't have been surprised if my cum had shot out of her eyes. Krissy's ass was thrust up in the air as far as she could push it, and she was screaming incoherently. My rock-hard dick throbbed in her tight vagina, stretching her pussy muscles and making her entire body shudder with ecstatic pleasure.
After what seemed like an eternity, the cum finally subsided, and my dick began to soften. I slipped out of her, and she slumped her hips down onto the bed. Her pussy was bright pink and swollen - a well-fucked cunt if I ever saw one. Dribbles of cum ran down her pussy lips and pooled on the bed. Her ass was bright red, with finger marks where I'd grabbed her, and heat radiated from the entire region like a fucking furnace. She was still wearing the slutty little thong, but at some point, I noticed, the crotch had been torn out. So much for that piece of slutwear, I thought, smiling.
I got out from between Krissy's legs and lightly slapped her ass.
"Krissy," I said. No response.
That's when I noticed she was sound asleep. Her wrists were still tied, her hair was a sweaty, tangled mess, her perfect makeup was ruined, and she was dead asleep on the bed. Or passed out - it was hard to tell which.
I smiled again. I had fucked the little conservative whore completely senseless. The best part was that the slut had loved every damn second of it.
I carefully untied her slim wrists. There were dark red marks where she had pulled against the stockings. She mumbled in her sleep, but didn't wake. After a few minutes, I found a blanket and laid it over her nearly naked body, and removed her fuck-me shoes. She didn't need those anymore - they'd done their job. Only her head full of sweaty blonde hair peeked out from under the blanket.
I got dressed quickly and left, but not before leaving her a little love note on the nightstand, where she'd be sure to see it. It read:
"Dear Krissy,
You little slut. You fucking little cum-greedy cunt. Are you good and sore? I know you are, and I know you loved it. We will do this again soon. Your boobs, your ass, your pussy, your legs, your mouth - all belong to me now. You are my little bitch-whore.
Love,
Bobby"
The next day, at work, I was sitting in my office waiting for Krissy to arrive, and wondering if she would even come in that day. Around 10 AM, two hours past her usual time, the elevator door opened and Krissy walked out.
She was a different woman. Still gorgeous, sexy, pert, and self-righteous as ever, big boobs jutting proudly out against her skin-tight minidress, smiling radiantly. I watched her walk. She was moving a little stiffly - I could guess why.
She made her way across the cubicle area to my office. I sat behind my desk, looking at her, not saying a word. She held my gaze for a moment, then dropped her eyes demurely.
"Thank you, sir," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. "Please fuck me again soon, sir," she begged quietly. "Please."
