Personnel Training (Fem - Dom erotica) (4 page)

'Dear Helen

I am sorry that
for the moment I must remain anonymous but once you read further
into my letter I feel sure that you will understand why. I have for
some long time now admired you from afar, daily wishing to be close
to you both in body and in mind.'

Helen swallowed
and shifted her legs out to sit upright on the settee, her interest
roused by the content of the letter. Then she read on.

'I love your
pretty face and hair, your sparkling eyes and your wonderful full
and shapely body. You fill my nightly fantasies, I dream of seeing
you naked, of holding you to me, of kissing your full breasts, of
touching your sex and of course, tasting your love juices with my
tongue as you moan in pleasure.

For some time
sometime now I have been aware of your sexual preferences, call it
womanly intuition if you like, but another woman is able to
recognise such things, as I am sure you already know. I will of
course tell no one and it remains our little secret.'

Helen groaned
loudly, she thought that her secret was safe, she had gone to great
pains always to keep it that way and now some one knew. The fact
though that she had an admirer however; and a female one at that,
brought a flush to her face and a heat between her legs. Her hand
strayed down to cup her pussy, the fingers pressing against her
enflamed labia and the heel pressed against her stiffening
clitoris.

'I too share
the same sexual tendencies as you and would like, should you agree,
to suggest that we could have many wonderful experiences together.
Should you agree, wear a red rose in your lapel at work tomorrow
and I will identify myself at some stage during the day to you by
saying the words 'we are as one.' Should you not be wearing a rose,
I will not contact you again.'

The letter was
signed 'your devoted admirer'.

She leaned back
on the settee, her mind whirring rapidly through all of the female
staff in the office building. One by one she discounted nearly all
and smiled then as she thought of little typist in the outer
office, the teasing little bitch with the big, brown cow-like eyes
that always seemed to be looking whenever Helen glanced at her.

Helen stretched
her legs out and parted them wide, her fingers pressing the thin
material of her leggings and the gusset of her panties into the
soft inner lips of her pussy. She rested her head back and closed
her eyes; her fingers rubbing and circling now on the hard bump of
her clitoris. The pace increased and her hand rubbing in a steady
rhythm as she visualised the teasing little slut as she sat at her
desk typing. Helen moaned and shifted her hips as the sensations
washed over her and her fantasies became more real. Her mouth hung
open and her back arched as she rubbed furiously now at her sex.
She tensed and cried out, her whole body locking in tension before
she emitted a huge sigh and then allowed her body to slump back
sated.

She moaned
softly in a blissful state of post orgasm, her thoughts on the pert
little backside and slender thighs of the young typist.

***

Gordon was
naked and tied to a chair at the side of their huge double bed. His
wrists were bound securely behind him and then to the back slats of
the chair, his ankles were bound one to each front leg and he sat
silently ogling his wife. His mouth was firmly gagged and his erect
cock stuck up from his lap in pulsing erection, the bulbous head
purple in colour as the blood pumped excitedly into it.

Kathleen stood
close to him in her short flared skirt and thin, long sleeved
blouse. Three buttons were open down the front to expose her
cleavage and her little uplift bra forcing her orbs into a firm and
tempting roundness.

"I have a
little surprise for you tonight, Gordon, the boy I called down the
stairs to is going to fuck me for real, and you are going to
watch."

Gordon's head
thrashed from side to side and he struggled hard at his bonds but
to no avail. He grunted and raged into his gag but only muffled
protests were heard, his cock however, jerked in uncontrollable
spasm at the thought of his wife actually taking another cock up
inside her. He could do nothing but sit and watch as he heard the
youth climbing the stairs and heading toward the bedroom.

"Oh what?" the
black youth gasped, the smile dropping from his face as he entered
the bedroom, "who the hell is he?"

"A friend,"
Kathleen stated, "he likes to watch, nothing to concern yourself
over. Come now; sit on the end of the bed like a good little
boy."

The youth
allowed himself to be guided, absently and in a state of shock he
complied and sat as directed. This he hadn't expected. He had
visualised himself taking charge, of stripping her, pushing her
back on the bed and humping her till she wailed for mercy. He had
to admit to himself though that the thought of doing just that in
front of another man, her boyfriend probably, did have a real 'turn
on' value.

Kathleen
positioned herself before and a little back from the youth; she
beamed a smile at him then dropped her expression to become one of
set seriousness.

"Strip you
little toad, show me what you have to offer and then I will decide
if I will allow you to fuck me."

The boy, proud
of his body readily complied, pulled off his clothes and made much
of standing to drop his underpants, he stood with chest pushed out
and head high as he displayed his long, thick cock as it rose in
arousal. The long member rose and twitched until it stuck out from
his thick thatch of coarse hair, the big bulbous head glistening
against the ebony black of the shaft.

"Possible,"
Kathleen stated, deliberately expressing uncertainty and only mild
interest, "it might do."

The reverse was
true; she loved it, his body too. So firm and athletic, hard and
muscular, he was a dream come true. The big ball sac hanging
beneath the base of his cock, so large and firm, she felt that he
would be a heavy comer indeed with that equipment.

"Sit," she
commanded and waited until he had.

Her hands moved
up to the neck of her blouse, the slim, delicate fingers fiddling
idly with the buttons, "You want me don't you, you like my body.
I've seen you looking at me at work many times, imagining what I am
like naked."

The boy watched
her fingers slowly undoing the buttons one by one. He sat
mesmerised as she parted her blouse and pulled the two halves apart
to show her firm breasts restrained by the little black bra. His
stiff cock twitched as she peeled the blouse off her shoulders and
threw it aside.

"Talk to me you
little shit, if you want to have me, you have to talk. Tell me what
you see, what you like and what you want to do to me."

The boy watched
wide-eyed as Kathleen removed her bra, he swallowed hard and then
said in a dry and excited voice.

"Wonderful
tits, I knew they would be like that, I always imagined how firm
and round they...."

"Unnnh!"
Kathleen uttered and lolled her head back as she cupped and kneaded
her soft orbs. "Yes, yes, talk like that. It makes me even randier
listening to talk like that."

She looked over
to her husband and winked sexily, pouting her lips in silent
teasing and taunting.

"Those
nipples," the boy stated in sincere amazement, "so long and hard,
I'd like to suck and nibble those thick stalks."

Encouraged by
the boy's hungry look and his descriptions of her body, the way his
cock was twitching in excited little spasms she went further still.
Her hands smoothed down over her waist and hips, then her thighs to
grasp the hem of her skirt, she paused there, her shoulders hunched
forward and her ample breasts dangling down in temptation. Terrific
bolts of sensation shot through her as she displayed herself to
him, her pussy gripped in wonderful little convulsions to send
tingling shards of electric pleasure rushing through her.

"Bet your pussy
is hairy," the boy continued, "I've always wanted to fuck you, you
rotten bitch."

"Yes," she
moaned softly, "yes, call me names, insult me. Do it."

"Bitch, you
teasing bitch."

"Mmmm,"
Kathleen moaned and pulled the front of her skirt up to her
waist.

"Christ," the
boy breathed in amazement, "the size of your mound."

"TALK,"
Kathleen screamed angrily at him and looked across again to her
struggling husband. She was lost in a heady and dream-like world of
sheer sexual bliss as she began to gyrate her hips and remove her
skirt.

"Fuck you, I
want to fuck you, you dirty bitch. I want to get my cock up inside
you and you want it bad lady."

The boy was
talking but she couldn't make out the words now. The pumping
sensations fed by the red and angry face of her husband were
bringing her to an all-time high, one that she wanted to prolong
for as long as was possible. Kathleen felt distant and detached; in
a world of heady sexual pounding that she wanted to live in
forever. Slowly she stripped completely, down to just her shoes and
black hold up stockings. Confidently and with a commanding air,
Kathleen walked over to stand before her husband, her hand reaching
out to touch just the tip of his twitching cock with one
finger.

"He really
likes seeing me like this Gordon," she said, the excitement
sounding in her thick voice, "Such a lovely cock he has too, don't
you think?"

She laughed
loudly as Gordon grunted and struggled at his bonds. Kathleen
pushed her hips forward so as to offer her pussy to him and
delighted in her taunting of him. Kathleen rubbed at her pussy,
stroking it slowly with her long fingers.

"He's going to
get this, not you."

She leaned down
to bring her face close to his and to present her backside to the
watching youth, "I need a real cock, Gordon, not your pathetic
little thing and, I'm going to get one."

Kathleen walked
slowly around the bed and stood close to the grinning black youth.
She placed a hand on his muscular chest and pushed him backward to
lay on the bed, his long cock standing upright in excitement. Her
hand closed around it, and the black youth moaned his appreciation
of her soft touch. Then he yelped loudly as her fist gripped hard
and spitefully around his throbbing shaft, crushing the shaft in
her vice-like grip.

"Tell me what
you are, you pathetic little shit," she hissed venomously, "or I'll
pull you dick right from your body."

The boy looked
at her wide-eyed and fearful, that was confirmed by the trembling
voice he used, "Err, I'm.... a shit."

"A pathetic
little shit, say it!"

He winced as
she increased the grip on his cock painfully, "A shit, a pathetic
little shit."

Kathleen
grunted her approval of his reply, "You thought that you would come
up here and that I would so grateful of the opportunity to have you
fuck me didn't you, little boy?"

"Yes," he
gasped as her fingernails dug deeply into the side of his
shaft.

"And were you
wrong, little boy?"

"Yeeeesssss!"
he cried out as she dug her nails in harder still.

"Good, now we
have an understanding of who is in charge."

Kathleen eased
her grip, retaining the hold around his stiff cock she began slowly
to wank up and down. He moaned softly as her tender grip rolled his
foreskin first back over the glans and then back down along the
shaft.

The youth cried
out and tensed as she flicked her thumb across the very tip of his
cock, rubbing lightly across the little eyehole in the end. Several
times she repeated the move to draw excited groans of deep pleasure
from him and then abruptly she released him.

"Kneel on the
bed, on all fours."

He looked back
questioningly.

"Do it," she
hissed threateningly.

He reluctantly
complied, posing on all fours on top of the bed, his ebony black
body posed and ready. His expression dropped to one of horror as
Kathleen picked up the riding crop and moved to the side of the
bed.

"You ain't
serious lady...are you?"

He screamed as
the crop stung hard across his presented buttocks, the youth
scrambled off the bed to stand on the far side of it rubbing at his
burning backside.

"You're mad!"
he shouted angrily, his pride as well as his body wounded.

Kathleen gave a
mocking laugh, "Little boy can't take a little pain eh, big and
brash on the outside but just a snivelling little wimp in
reality."

She pointed at
the bed with the tip of the riding crop.

"If you want to
get to fuck me you take the pain, now get back on the bed."

He relented,
climbing cautiously back into his previous position. His body
jerked forward under each hard lash of the crop as Kathleen laid
stroke after stroke on the boy's firm backside. His long cock
beneath his body jerked in reaction to attain an even firmer
stiffness, a pleasing firmness, she felt, that would shortly be put
to good use.

She grunted in
pleasure each time she swung hard in at him, the satisfying thwack
of the crop and his pained moaning heightened her pleasure further
still. Kathleen was lost in a heady world of command and control,
the way the arrogant youth now rested there, passively taking the
painful strokes of the hard crop. It was all too much for her; she
paused, sucked in air to delay her rising orgasm and then mounted
the bed to rest on all fours next to the youth.

"Fuck me," she
demanded, "from behind and make it hard."

The youth moved
behind her, kneeling and feeding his cock straight up into her wet
pussy and gripping her hips to lunge hard in.

"Oh God,"
Kathleen moaned and turned her head to look at her husband, “It’s
so hard and warm and so very wonderful."