Personnel Training (Fem - Dom erotica) (2 page)

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Kathleen
secured the final strap around her husband's wrist to complete his
imprisonment against the heavy wooden cross. She double checked the
ball-gag prising his jaws apart and stepped back to admire her
handiwork.

He was
spread-eagled and upright, strapped back to the timber cross fixed
to the wall of their bedroom. The wide leather straps around his
wrists and ankles and held him suspended clear of the floor, pinned
back against the cross in a most uncomfortable and painful
position. His cock jutted out hard in erection, twitching in little
spasms of excitement as he ogled his wife's body.

She dipped her
head and planted a feather-light kiss to the very tip of his cock
with her full and sensual lips. She straightened and moved back
again, adopting an arrogant and confident stance.

"I have been
deliberately depriving you of sex, Gordon, you must have realised
that by now."

She chuckled as
his head nodded rapidly in agreement, his eyes wide and pleading
and his muffled shouts distorted by the gag. His cock reared up in
reaction to portray its lack of recent sexual counters.

"Why have I
done so?" she beamed a smile and circled her tongue around her
red-painted lips in a motion of sheer sexual teasing, "Because
other men ogle my body. They want me Gordon; they want to touch and
to feel me, to caress me and to have me."

He shook his
head in denial of the fact but could not speak.

"Yes, Gordon,
yes," she enthused. "They lust after me, mentally undress me and
wonder what my breasts and pussy are like under my clothes." She
chuckled heartily at his muffled protests, his face taking on a
crimson colour as he blurted his replies into the ball-gag. She
loved to taunt him, to tell him of other men wanting her, he was
jealous, insanely so and yet it excited him at the same time to
hear her saying such things.

Kathleen sucked
in air as though imagining that men were watching her that moment,
she gave a contented expression and cupped her pussy mound through
the material of her short skirt.

"It thrills me
Gordon," she teased. "It makes my pussy throb and get wet at the
thought of them wanting me. I imagine their cocks Gordon,
stiffening just as yours is at the thought of getting up inside
me."

She gripped her
pussy several times and sighed loudly, tilting her head back and
gasping softly for his benefit. She moved closer, resting the
material of her skirt lightly against the tip of his pulsing
cock.

"I wonder
sometimes, Gordon. What it would be like to have another man's cock
up inside me."

His head
thrashed from side to side and he bucked his body angrily as he
pulled at his bonds.

"Yes, Gordon,
yes," her voice rose in volume and pitch as her excitement
increased. She gripped rhythmically at her pussy through her
clothing as in a breathless tone she continued her taunting of him,
"The feel of another man's cock pushing into my pussy, the feel of
his hard athletic body pumping away up at me and oh, when he shoots
his load up inside my body."

Sensing his
high excitement and the way he was bucking his hips to rub the tip
of his cock against her skirt she pulled back and moved to the
side. Kathleen fell silent, holding his stare with a challenging
defiance. The fingers began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, easing
each button sensually open with her red painted fingernails dancing
in temptation, her heart pumped fast as she opened the two halves
of her blouse to shown her lacy black bra beneath. Her breasts were
pushed upward and together to form a firm swelling cleavage of pure
invitation.

"Do you think
that other men might like to see these?" she said throatily as she
watched her husband's eyes widen.

Kathleen
slipped the blouse off her shoulders and threw it casually aside.
Her hands slipped up her back to release the strap of her bra,
holding the loosened ends tantalisingly as his hungry gaze fixed on
the soft mounds of her breasts. She released them as one and
shrugged her shoulders forward to allow the small black harness to
drop from her body. The charge she received from displaying her
orbs was fantastic, his pleading look simply added to the heady
sensations tingling in her pussy.

"I bet that
other men would love to see these," she purred sexily and cupped
her ample breasts to weight and to squeeze them, her red
fingernails standing out in deep contrast to the white of her
flesh. "To touch them, feel them and to kiss and lick them."

Her pussy was
leaking her juices, the gusset of her panties wet as the thrilling
tantalisation continued. He was beside himself, bucking and
straining to try to gain his release but to no avail, he was held
fast and could only watch and to suffer his wife's taunting.
Kathleen turned and bent at the waist, touching her toes so that
her little skirt rode up to show just a hint the little white
panties beneath and the beginnings of the curve of her
buttocks.

"I do this at
work," she moaned sensually. "I bend and stretch to tease the randy
sods. They all want me Gordon - every single one of them. My body,
my sex, they want to have me."

She stood and
straightened, unhooked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Both
her hands smoothed down over the curves of her firm buttocks,
fingers spread and caressing her body through the thin material of
her panties. She looked back over her shoulder at him as she
stroked and caressed herself, smiling broadly at his horrified
look.

"I have even
let two of them do this to me Gordon; I let them stroke my
backside, just like this. I was bending and felt a hand slip up
under my skirt, it felt simply too nice to object or to want to
stop."

She giggled
mischievously at his muffled ranting and turned to face him.
Kathleen hooked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties and
eased them down just an inch.

"What do you
think they would do if I showed them this Gordon?"

Kathleen pulled
the material down over her hips and thighs, tugging the wet gusset
free from between her enflamed labia and kicked the panties aside,
"They would come in their pants at the sight of me don't you think
so Gordon?"

She walked
slowly toward him, smiling broadly and teasing him further by
swinging her hips casually. Her stomach pressed lightly against his
cock and the pressure against him increased as she stretched up,
looped her hands behind his head and undid the ball-gag straps.
Kathleen moved back out of contact before easing the ball from his
mouth.

"Fucking
bitch!" he shouted the moment his jaw had shut and eased in the
discomfort that he had endured for so long.

"Not nice,"
Gordon she sang and walked back to the foot of the bed. She rested
her hands on the thick quilt raising one knee to rest on the edge
the other remaining on the floor. She posed there, displaying her
backside and pussy to him, and looking back over her shoulder at
him with a wicked smile on her face, "Bet they would like to have
me like this eh?"

"You rotten
bloody bitch," he blustered angrily.

She crawled
forward onto the bed, lay on her back and supported her head and
shoulders on two pillows. Kathleen looked down between her breasts
and over her body at her struggling husband and chuckled at his
inability to do anything except voice his protests. She drew her
knees slowly up and parted them, opening her thighs wide to give
him a full and unhindered view of her pussy. Her right hand strayed
down over her stomach and the mound of her mons to rest on her
pussy, the middle finger resting along the slit of her pink inner
lips.

"Or perhaps
like this Gordon. They could have me like this. I think seeing my
pussy offered like this would entice them don't you?"

"Slut!" he
raved.

"Mmmm, yes,"
she moaned. "I love it when you call me names."

She began
stroking the tip of her finger up and down her slit, circling it
around the outside lips of her pussy and teasing him by hovering it
at the entrance of her tunnel.

"Can't you just
imagine a nice thick cock up me, Gordon? Mmmm, so warm and
throbbing, excited and hard for me."

He watched
silently, mesmerised by the moving finger and the way his wife was
offering herself so wantonly. "Perhaps, Gordon," she teased,
indisposing her speech with little excited gasps. "I've already had
one."

His face was a
picture of shocked horror, "What? What did you say?" he demanded
clarification.

She wriggled
her backside sexily further down into the thick quilt and sighed
heavily, "I said, perhaps I have already allowed another man to
fuck me."

There followed
a stunned silence as he moved his gaze up to her face to seek any
sign of falsehood - there were none. He shook his head slowly in
denial, "Not true," he stated confidently.

Kathleen
giggled wickedly and rolled onto her side to delve beneath the
pillows. She resumed her previous position holding up the big black
dildo for Gordon to see. It was huge in its proportions; made of
black latex it was sculptured as a real cock but far larger than
any man could ever be. The shaft was wide and thick and the bulbous
head slightly larger than a golf ball.

"Yes, Gordon
true. A massive cock like this one, a younger man with a healthy
stamina and a cock that makes your pathetic little thing seem like
a little boy's willy."

"No," he stated
firmly as she inverted the huge phallus and rubbed the big head in
the open lips of her pussy. The ebony black made a deep contrast
with her pale skin and the soft pink of her inner lips.

"Yes, Gordon,"
she taunted. "I let him have me like this."

She uttered a
loud gasp as the head of the great dildo pushed her pussy lips
apart to enter her wet tunnel. Kathleen paused there; allowing her
stretched inner lips to adjust to the great size then eased the
full length up inside her body, "Oh God yes," she cried out as the
monster cock filled her. "This is what it felt like when he was in
me, Gordon."

"Fucking
deceiving bitch," he raved angrily.

She began
pulling the dildo out and pushing it back up side her pussy,
gaining momentum with every long stroke and moaning in pleasure as
she did so. The long shaft drew out until just the head remained
inside her pussy entrance then to force back up in a deep plunging
need of sexual desire. Her hips bucked upward, her back arched and
her body was supported just on her shoulders and the soles of her
feet. Her legs were braced, her thighs taut and tensed as she
rammed the huge phallus in and out of her pussy.

"Like this,
Gordon," she uttered between panted breaths, "he fucked me like
this, hard and rough just as I like it."

"Noooo!" Gordon
wailed and fought like a tiger at his bonds.

Her hand was a
blur now, thrusting the dildo hard into herself and jerking her
hips to receive it. She had an animal-like hunger as she fucked
herself to her peak using the big cock-like dildo. Kathleen grunted
and cried out, her hips bucked high one final time and she sighed
loudly as she came to orgasm. Convulsing and twitching her body
received the shuddering jerks as her orgasm tore through her and
then she slumped back sated on the deep quilt.

Gordon's body
stiffened and his cock twitched as he watched his wife in heady
orgasm. He grunted and moaned as his cock jerked to spurt his thick
seed out in a high arc of powerful excitement.

Slowly she
roused herself, pulling the big dildo from her body with a slurping
sound as it slipped out over her juices. She sat on the end of the
bed smiling broadly.

"Good?" she
asked brightly.

"Fantastic!"
Gordon enthused. "You had me going there for a moment. I actually
began to believe that you had actually..."

She stood and
walked close to him, her hands clasped behind her back, "What? That
I really have let someone else fuck me?" She shook her head. "Silly
boy, Gordon," she scolded, "I wouldn't do such a thing."

He sighed in
deep relief but couldn't see her fingers crossed behind her
back.

Chapter 3

The full board
of directors sat around the long table in the conference room, all
business had been discussed and the chairman moved the agenda onto
'any other business'.

"Kathleen, in
personnel," he announced in his deep gravelly voice, "The subject
of her proposed appointment to the board of directors."

Two directors
flushed slightly and a stony silence hung in the room.

The chairman
looked around the faces in turn.

"Proposals or
is there a problem?" he asked trying to push the vote.

"She's too
pushy by half," the marketing director stated and fiddled with his
pencil. "She is good at what she does but the woman is a demon to
deal with. I feel that her manner and image is not one suited to
the board of directors. Why have you seen some of the skirts she
wears? A teenager might suit such garb but a woman in her thirties?
Well really."

"I like her,"
the production director said in her defence. She is efficient and
good with the staff, she knows her job and she gets results."

"Agreed," the
transport director added. "She seems to get the best from my
staff."

"Wonder why?"
the female director of finances quipped sarcastically and gained a
round of knowing sniggers from the other directors.

"Care to
elaborate on that remark," the chairman asked with a hint of
irritation in his voice.

The woman sat
back and crossed her legs, folding her arms defensively across her
chest, "The woman is a tart. She flaunts herself at every
opportunity that men are around."

"Jealous?" the
design director asked sourly.

She fixed him
with a withering stare but otherwise ignored him and continued.
"She presents the wrong image for the company and on that fact
alone she should be denied a place on the board."