Over The Boss' Knee (4 page)

"I
knew you'd be hot ... but not this hot," he muttered against her ear. Then
she felt his fingers working at the buttons on her blouse.

Her
wrists twisted against the ropes with the need to cover herself. She'd just
remembered ... "My bra," she squeaked.

"Is
barely there, you naughty little slut."

The more
she twisted and wiggled on her heels the more she undulated her bottom against
Mr. Blackmailer's stiff erection.

"It's
only covering your nipples," he uttered. "I've got to see this."

Embarrassment
flushed her cheeks to hotness as she felt him moving from behind her and cool
air began to stream over her chest. She could feel his fingers tugging the tail
of her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. Then a clacking sounded on the
floor as though something had dropped onto it.

"What's
this? Ah ... Miss Brown, you've been very bad bringing this Blackberry hidden
like that."
Blackberry.
Oh no it fell out! "I think I am going
to have to teach you not to do that again."

"I
won't, I swear," she found herself pleading to his non-committal chuckle.

"Damn,
I nearly hate to take this thing you call a bra off, Miss Brown."

"Well
you shouldn't," she said, feeling her nipple tips grow tight. He must be
looking right at her. Suddenly a click sounded. "What is that?"

"Pictures,
Miss Brown."

"You
are taking pictures of me
like
this?" she exclaimed, so upset she
tottered on her heels and fell off them. It left her hanging more on her wrists,
until she got back on her tippy toes. And all the while she heard the clicking
of a camera.

M
ike
Sharp was having a hard time containing his cock, while looking at Tess Brown
tied up with her hands over her head and her white silk blouse pulled open. The
thing she called a bra was like two pink postage stamps trying to cover her big
nipples. Big and hard nipples. He'd seen more explicit pictures of her. The
incriminating ones captured by hidden security cameras he'd placed all over
Benchcroft Media.

Being head
of security had its perks. But never like this before. He had pictures of her
wet pussyopen and pointed right at one of the clandestine cameras as she rubbed
her pussy off. The CEO, Mr. Carlson, knew nothing about the "extra"
cameras. It was all the boards doing. They wanted godlike oversight. Because of
it he'd fallen into this wet dream. Something that
no
one knew about but
him.

And
boy-o-boy was Tess Brown better in person half-dressed than any photo of her
raunchy naked. Her tits were natural and overflowing C cups. The cleavage was
saluting his cock. Her waist was trim and her ass, well it was plump and
spank-able all tied up in a long tight skirt. A skirt he had every intention of
raising so he could see the goods.

Right at
the moment she was shaking her fuck-me body with jiggles and undulations as she
tugged on her bound wrists, while her chocolate-brown hair swirled down her
back.

"Yeah,
baby," he said. He set his camera aside and rubbed the ridge of his cock
once beneath his work pants. "How does it feel to have your picture taken,
all tied up and half naked? Maybe I will share these pictures with some of my
buddies."

"No!"
Tess squealed, nearly making him laugh. He was certain that the lady doth
protest too much. Her nipples were hard and she was squirming her thighs
together. He knew her pussywas hot. Maybe it was part of the game ...
pretending she didn’t want it.

"Better
be good then," he advised as he reached his hands forward.

He
hooked his fingers under the small triangles of her bra, instantly feeling her
fat hard nipple tips, and then he popped the tiny cups up and off her tits. The
bra stretched under her armpits, while her sleek belly concaved as she sucked
in a deep breath. He could see her quivering as he stood back admiring all that
was his to play dirty with.

Damn.
Her breasts were lifted upward with the tips tight brown buds. He knew she had
on a slut garter belt and hose under her skirt from surveillance, he just
wondered how small her thong might be. Enough to see her pubic hair, he bet.

Once
more, Mike basted his hand over his cock, and then he stepped back and to the
side of his captured pussy. "Now, Miss Brown, you are going to learn
exactly what I expect of you," he said with a severe voice.

"Expect?"
she cried obviously overwrought.

"You
didn't think this would be the only time, did you, Miss Brown?"

"Yes!
You cannot think I will
ever
come back here."

"Oh,
but I do," he said, lifting his knee, until it connected with her tummy.
Then he pushed up tilting her plump ass upward. "And you will," he
uttered, right before he smacked her ass with his open palm.

Swat.
"Oh!" Her naked tits surged
forward.

Swat.
Swat.
Her nipples thrust outward, rosy and
brown. Oh yeah.
Swat. Swat.

"Oh!
Owie, owie!" she cried, while squirming her ass. He lifted his knee
higher, bringing her nearly off her toes.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
"Oh!
Mr. Blackmailer, please, please stop!"

Mr.
Blackmailer?
He liked it. Better, he loved
her tits bouncing and the nipples thrusting with each swat he laid across her
round ass. Man! He was fucking hard.

Swat.
Swat. Swat.

The
counterbalance of her arms forced over her head, while she tried to scoot
forward away from each swat to her ass was undulating her body as if she was
getting fucked hard from behind.

There's
an idea.

"Oh!
please,
please."

He
stopped spanking and just rubbed her butt in circles. "Please what?"
he asked, noticing his voice had gone deep tenor with the rigid erection
thumping in his pants. "Please squeeze my tits, Mr. Blackmailer? Please
pinch my nipples?"

She
panted. "No, no," she moaned.

He
leaned into her ear. "I don't believe you," he whispered.

"No,"
she squealed, just as he straightened and swung his hand.

Swat.
Swat. Swat.

"Oh!
Please! Oh please!"

Swat.
Swat. Swat.

"Mr.
Blackmailer! Mr. Blackmailer!"

Swat.
Swat. Swat. Swat.

"Yes?"
He slowed spanking her wriggling ass.

"Lift
my skirt," she whispered so low he barely caught it.

Yeah.
It took every ounce of his willpower not to stick it
inside her right then. Damn. He was determined to savor this. Regular guys
never
got chances like this. He slowly lowered his knee as he grabbed one of her firm,
creamy-skinned tits ... squeezing ... kneading. A moan escaped her full lips.
The sound went straight down his chest and into his groin. Truth was a woman
like Tess Brown, with her stylish clothes and attitude, would never give him,
just a working Joe, a second glance out in the real world.

Made it
all the more better that he was frigging Tess Brown's bare tits, while she
moaned and sashayed her lush butt. Then he used his other hand to grab the
bottom of her skirt, tugging it upward. "Now, you hot little slut, I’m
going to teach you to do exactly what I say and not to hide cell phones."

"I
won't, I won't! Don't spank me. I’ll be good, I swear," she pleaded.

Yeah, he
liked this game. Then he sucked in a hard breath as he saw what kind of barely-there
panties she had on.
His eyes latched on to a pink bow, on the thong, topping
the lush crack of her ass.

"Oh
man," he uttered, leaning to the side to look at the front. Another
postage stamp. But yes, there was brown curly pubic hair escaping and the flimsy
pink material clung so he could see the outline of her puffy slit. Because it
was so
wet.
"Don't tell me you aren't just begging for it wearing
these slutty fuck-me panties, Miss Brown."

"I'm
not!" she cried, wiggling her ass at him. "You are not supposed to
see that! Oh God."

"Maybe
you’ll beg me," he muttered, working her skirt so it would stay up around
her waist.

"For
what," she whispered.

"To
touch those wet panties of yours," he said, seeing her cheeks flush red as
he jerked his knee up into her tummy, raising her plump white ass and that pink
bow.

Smack.
Smack.
Man, his hand stung.

 "Ow!"
Tess squealed.

Smack.
Smack.

The
sound of his hand hitting her naked ass cheeks filled the small room.

Smack.
Smack.

"Ow!Ow!
Ouch!"

Mike
aimed for the crack of her round naked ass right under the pink bow.

SmackSmack.

Christ,
he spanked both buttocks repeatedly to the pounding in his cock.

SmackSmackSmack!

Tess jiggled
and jerked tied up as she was, but on each small pause he took, incredibly he
felt her grinding her pussy against his thigh. He tweaked her nipples, kneading
her firm breasts in between. She was hot property and he loved the way her red
lips panted.

"Ow!
Oh! Mmm. Ow! Mmm. Oh!"

Tess
felt her arousal spiking out of control. She could barely think coherently
against the big hand swatting her nude butt and the other strong hand fondling
her naked breasts. Plucking at the nipples.
Oh
god. Her pussy ached so
badly she was beyond the ability to stop from rubbing it against Mr.
Blackmailer's hard thigh.

"Tell
me what you want," he demanded.

Smack.
Smack.

She was
so turned on she couldn’t help herself. "Rub my pussy
please
,"
she begged.

The
Blackmailer's spanks stopped and his large rough hand rubbed circles over her
stinging buttocks. She loved it when he did that and a moan escaped her at the
same time she flushed with embarrassment over begging him to touch her wet
pussy.

"What
about my hard cock," he demanded. "I need relief too."

She
moaned, just realizing his cock was hard. "Please," she pleaded,
humping against his thigh.

"Please
what?" he asked relentlessly. "Please pull my panties down and stick
your cock in me, Mr. Blackmailer?"

Spank!
Spank!

"Ow!
Ow!" The smacks were so hard she hollered, jumping up to grind her sex
against his thigh. "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me.
Pleaseeee!"

"Yeah,
baby," he uttered, then his supporting thigh was gone and she swung barely
on her toes with only her wrists tied over her head holding her up. All she
could think was that she was going to get to climax as she rubbed her legs
together trying to create the relieving friction in her sex.

"You’re
such a slutty bad girl," he growled. Tess panted as she felt his hands grab
her hips from behind. Then she felt the tug of her thong being pulled down.
"You better tell me how much you want this," he warned.

"Oh
please,
please
fuck me," she whined hoarsely.

"Look
at you begging for cock."

Mike
watched that pink bow lower as he pulled it over the magnificent crack of Tess'
ass. Then he had her pink thong around her knees and he reached quickly to let
his timbered cock loose. His cock-head was creaming for pussy and he could see
that pussy was sopping wet. Tess' ass cheeks had rosy imprints on them from
where he had spanked her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back widening her
stance on her toes as he lifted his cock to her glistening and puffy pussy
lips.

"Fuck
me, fuck
me
," she whined, humping back and plumping out her naked
ass.

He
was
going to fuck her. Damn he was so hard; it was riding him like a live beast.
Who knew this kind of shit turned him on. He used his fingers to split her pussy
opened from behind and he fit the head of his cock to her entrance.

"Oh
god, oh god," she panted.

Mike
thrust upward.

"Oh,
oh,
oh!
" she squealed.

"Ah,
fuck," he grunted, pulling her hips back, then pushing them forward, then
pulling them back again. The view was dirty. He could see his cock fucking her
cunt, disappearing in tight liquid heat between red pussy lips, and then
appearing again as he began to buck into her. He reached one hand forward to
pinch her taut nipples.

She
whimpered with high throated squeaks. He had Miss Brown right along with him.
Then he was mindless but for the driving need to ejaculate. He pushed and
pulled his tied up secretary, using her body to fulfill his cocks demand. Fuck.
Pussy.
Hard
.

"Fuck.
Fuck,
" he uttered through harsh groans as he swung his hips,
raising Miss Brown off her toes.

"Oh,
oh, oh!" she cried, and he grunted hard right behind her shrill cry. He
shot his wad deep inside Tess and his knees nearly buckled.

He had
to hold Tess up or she would have swung forward off her feet, and when he
pulled his limp cock free, he saw his cum run down her thighs. The sight was
hot and nasty and he grabbed his camera for a few more photos of her rode hard
and put up wet and sticky with his cum all over her, while she sported a red
bottom.

More.
He had to insure there would be more
.

"What
are you doing?" she whispered hoarsely
.

"You
know what I am doing and why I’m doing it," he said, taking more pictures
as he whispered, “Blackmail.”

T
ess
wobbled on her feet. Mr. Blackmailer had untied her, and then he’d warned her
to wait five minutes before removing the blindfold. She stood with her skirt
hiked around her waist, her panties around her knees, his semen curling out of
her, with her butt stinging, and her breasts bare. She waited for five minutes
afraid to go against his orders. All she could think about was how hard his
cock had been fucking her ... and about all those incriminating pictures he'd
taken.

She
finally took the blindfold off, blinking and looking around expecting to see
something, anything to tell her
who
he was. But the room was
surprisingly generic. The rope was gone and there was no sign of the raunchy
sex that had just taken place. Except for her. She was glaring evidence.

"Tess!
My God, Tess, are you all right."

Tess
flinched, nearly squealing as her boss burst into the room. She grabbed her
bare breasts, but of course that left her lower extremities exposed. Hot
embarrassment rushed through her.

 "What
are you doing here?" she exclaimed.

Mr.
Carlson halted just inside the door, while his gaze swept her freshly fucked
body from pussy to tits. Lust came swiftly after, fast upon his face.

"Fuck,
is this a joke," he accused harshly.

Tess
didn't know what else to say. "He used me!" she blurted tearfully.

Mr.
Carlson straightened, looking directly down at her pussy. "Yeah, I can
tell," he uttered. His tall body stiffened and he turned toward the door.
She felt his complete alienation like a wall slammed between them.

"W-What
I had to do to
save
us ..." she started to blurt.

"Looks
like he received payment," Mr. Carlson interrupted tightly. His head
shook, and then he reached for the doorknob. "Here I was worried about
you. I should have known a little slut like you would be just fine."

Tess
whined at the lowly insult as though he'd slapped her.
How could he! After
what she'd done for them.
She couldn't find her voice to stop him or defend
herself, and then he stomped away, with his aura of disgust slamming her as he
left. It took her sometime later to puzzle through his reaction.

––––––––

T
hat was
after Mr. Carlson
fired
her ... over the phone ... the next morning;
thirty minutes before she was supposed to be into work. To say she was
surprised was an understatement. She'd been stunned and she'd nearly threatened
him to save her job. But instead, she'd blackmailed him for a huge severance
pay — so large she wouldn’t have to work for a year ... or more.

"And
he deserved to pay it all," she fumed that evening as she lounged in a hot
bubble bath, trying to relieve her stress and her extracurricular activities.
Namely a sore bottom and a tender pussy ... Mr. Blackmailer had fucked her
thoroughly.

Tess
sighed arching her toes against the edge of the tub as steam rose around her.
She guessed Mr. Carlson was pissed because he didn't get to screw her or maybe
the sexuality of seeing her freshly fucked destroyed his more platonic
fantasies of spanking and bondage.

"It
could be Mr. Blackmailer tarnished me in my boss' eyes," she muttered. Whichever
of those it was, Mr. Carlson was so selfish and self-centered. She'd braved a
blackmailer just to
keep
his family life safe from a fetish he
instigated.

"I
can't believe you ever thought him masterful," she complained, taking a sip
of wine. She was going to finish her bath and drink her wine, then go to bed
early because tomorrow she planned to sooth her wounds with a shopping trip.
"Everything I buy will be with Mr. Carlson's money. So there!"

Mike
broke into Tess’ apartment at one in the morning. He'd heard that day she was
fired, and there was no way he was letting her get away that easily. He'd
thought about using blackmail to force Mr. Carlson to hire her back. Part of
him disliked that idea because, in the end, he wanted Tess all to himself.

Slowly,
he eased his way into her darkened bedroom. Lucky for him there was some light
coming from the alarm clock and phone set on her dresser so he could see his
way. He fully intended to see everything, but Tess, once again, wasn’t going to
see everything. When he stood over her on the side of the bed he was greeted
with her naked ass sticking out of the covers.

Tess was
in bed, nude.

Oh
yeah.

His cock
thought her nakedness was all for its hardening length and he couldn’t help
rubbing the thickness as he let his eyes adjust, while looking at the soft
crack of her ass. She was lying on her side turned away from him and the covers
were jumbled around the middle of her torso. His gaze tracked up to one bared,
plump breast.
This was all his.

He
adjusted his ski mask so he could see better, then he began tying the belts
he'd brought to each side of the headboard. Unfortunately, Tess didn’t have a
four post bed or he would have tied her legs open too. But first for the most
important part — the beginning fun part.

Mike
grabbed the covers and pulled them away from Tess, revealing her nude body. She
murmured in her sleep and turned, until he had a full view of her ripe cunt.
Man, oh, man, he loved that little pussy and he wanted to grab it, however he
had other plans he wanted as much.

So he
jumped on the bed, in a crouch over Tess, growling in a loud voice,
"Spread your legs, cunt!"

Tess
squealed as he grabbed her mouth, straddling her.

"You’re
waiting for me aren't you? Naked? I bet your pussy is wet."

Tess
bucked beneath him with her eyes wide and wild as he held her down with the
weight of his body across her hips. Her gaze jerked over his face covered with
a ski mask, and she began to whimper.

"You
miss your Blackmailer, baby," he asked with a lowly hissed voice. The
sound she made was half relief, half squeal, as her body lost some of its
tension beneath him. "You didn't think I was going to let that hot little
bottom of yours get away from spanking did you?"

Mike
tried lifting his hand away from her warm lips. He posed, ready to clamp her
mouth if she screamed, although he figured no one would really hear in the
large apartment building. But he wasn't going to take a chance. Tess panted
lightly; her lips plump and florescent blue from the alarm clock light.

"Is
that really you?" she asked in a whispered voice.

"Tonight
we are playing BDSM. I'm the really hot, but bad guy, that just broke into your
apartment and is going to hold
you
captive," he said, crouching
lower and bringing his mouth to just touching her lips. "Wanna play?"
he asked, but he didn't let her answer as he clamped his mouth over her soft
lips.

He
shouldn't be kissing her.
He knew it the
instant he did it. However it didn't stop him from thrusting his tongue deep
into her mouth as she mewled beneath him and she began kissing him back. Their
tongues played wet attack and retreat, over and over; until he thought for one
second he might pull out his cock and plunge it inside her. That thought made
him release her drugging mouth, because he had so much more in store for them.

"Slut,"
he growled, mostly to get a reaction from her, to break them away from hot
loving into kinky.

"Bastard,"
she panted with her chest heaving and her hard nipples poking him. He grabbed
her wrists and pulled her body up the bed, and then he quickly wound one of the
belts around each of her wrists, pulling tight. "Stop it! What are you
doing?" she shrieked at him.

He
sneered at her as she twisted her wrists unable to move them. "That is
no
way to talk to me." He grabbed her thighs, repositioning on the bed and he
lifted her legs, until her hips rose ...

Smack!
Smack!

Mike
swatted one bare rump after the other holding Tess' hips off the bed so he
could reach.

"Oh!"
she cried after each smack. She tried to churn her thighs, but he held tight,
smacking her ass so hard it hurt his hand.

"Oh!
Ow! Please!"

He
wished he had the light on so he could see her tits jiggling and her bare pussy
clenching right before his nose. He kept at it.

Smack!
Smack!

"
Ow!
Please stop! Please! Ow!
Please
stop!"

"Are
you going to be a good girl," he demanded.

Smack!
Smack!

"Yes,"
she wailed.

"Show
me!"

Smack.
Smack.

"I'll
be good."
Smack. Smack.
"Ow! I swear I’ll be good."
Smack.
Smack.
"I’ll be a good girl I promise!"
Smack. Smack.
"Ow! Please!"

He
stopped, dropping her.

"Open
your legs," he ordered harshly. He heard her teary whimper as he rolled
off the bed and he flipped on the light. Tess lay with her legs spread for him
and a few tears on her cheeks. BDSM buffet.

"What
are you going to do?" she asked in a whisper.

He
strode to the bed. "Anything I want, sugar."

Her eyes
widened and he swore a climactic tremor rolled through her body.

Tess was
excited, but scared. She was aroused beyond belief, but she was also so anxious
she was nearly jumping out of her skin. She had no protection this time. No backup.
Well last time there hadn’t been much of a backup either, but this time there
was nothing. He had her completely at his mercy.

And oh
God, he looked so big and dangerous. The ski mask was amazingly daunting in a
quivering hot-
hot
way. She knew him, but she didn't. His captive,
break-in scenario was way over-the-top and she was so excited by the way he looked
down on her: tied up and stretched out naked for anything he could think to do
to her. The spanking had been sexual. Totally.

It was
nothing like the spankings Mr. Carlson had given her. Her buttocks burned and
her pussy burned more.

"I'll
be good," she whispered to him, looking up at him, pleading with her gaze
as she felt how tight he had cinched the belts around her wrists.

"I
like my pussy good," he rumbled and his deep voice sent shivers over her
heated flesh.

Then he
came up on the bed, until he knelt over her waist. Her eyes widened at his
largeness and close proximity. He was nearly kneeling over her bare breasts.
What could he possibly mean to do ... He began to unzip his fly, then she had a
amazing view of his cock, posed stiff and thick right before her chin. Her eyes
widened with the implication of ...

"I
think your mouth can start being good with this, pet."

Pet?
Tess
so
did not think that giving him a blow job
was the culmination of this hot sexual fantasy. Maybe she was greedy, but where
was
hers
in this? "No way," she blurted without thinking.

"Oh
yes.
Way
. Pet." He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up and he
tapped the head of his cock against her stubborn and very closed lips. His
heavy thighs threw warmth like an electric blanket over her breasts that
squeezed between the muscles she could feel beneath his black jeans. "I
see you need convincing," he said darkly.

She
shook her head. No way was she going to gag, sucking on his thick cock.
"You can just stop this whole thing right now!" she exclaimed,
turning her lips away from the smooth, hot head. "You've got nothing to
blackmail me with anymore. And I don't think sucking your big cock is arousing
at all," she added for emphasis.

He
laughed, letting go of her hair and grabbing her chin to pull her lips back to
his cock. "You think my dick is big, pet?"

"Quit
calling me that," she mumbled around the hot skin of his cock pressed to
her lips. Then he pushed forward when she opened her mouth to speak and it
acted as if she'd just given the slit on his cock a kiss. She tried to push
back with her teeth and tongue, but the unyielding knob stayed just past the
surface of her mutinous lips.

"But
you are
my
pet," he said in a silky voice above her.

No way
was she going to answer and have him push his stiff penis further inside her
mouth. So she just made a negative sound in her throat. He shifted above her,
and then all at once she felt a pinch and accompanying sting on the tip of her
nipple, on her right breast. She squealed and his invading cock pushed further
into her mouth. It was so hot and big.

Her wide
eyes shot darts up at him. The thought taunted her that she should bite him.
Something must have shown in her gaze about her thoughts of retaliation.

"It
seems we have a standoff, pet."

Then he
hissed and she realized he was making the sound because of the intense pleasure
he’d felt having her lips pressed around the head of his cock. Or it could be
the little lick she’d taken with her tongue. Well ... where else was her tongue
supposed to go, there wasn't much room.

And,
yes, her pussy
was
throbbing.

"Trust,"
he uttered, and it seemed hard for him to form the word as his green eyes
slashed down on her with intense lust.

She knew
what he meant. Trust she would not bite him, but also the immense trust
involved when he dominated her, which got her so hot. She pouted inwardly. Blow
jobs sucked.
Ha, ha
. But the rest of it, just thinking what he might do
to her. Maybe come back again. Maybe fuck her like she so ached to be fucked
again.

"Mm-okay-
mm
,"
she mumbled around the head of his cock. She'd suck his stupid big cock.

"Just
lick the head." His voice was growled as he pulled the width out of her
mouth. But not taking it very far.