Office Discipline - Part 2
Things get sexier
This story is a bit of femdom fun and draws on a lot of the action from The Contract.
This short series of stories will be free to read for a limited time before they slip, discreetly behind the paywall.
The fun continues from Part 1
“I… what? I can explain,” Robert mumbled.
“Silence,” Araballa barked.
“There is no need to explain.” Cynthia moved close to Arabella, her fingers brushing across Arabella’s chest as she looked at Robert. “She told you I sent her.” Cynthia turned her head and pressed her lips to Arabella’s. It was a deep, sensual kiss, her fingers sliding around the back of Arabella’s neck, pulling her hard against her.
Robert watched, his brain in turmoil at the sight of their heads bobbing as they sucked at each other, and his cock twitching at the sensual spectacle in front of him.
Arabella’s fingers grasped at the hem of Cynthia’s dress, bunching it up, revealing soft white thighs. Cynthia’s hips gyrated as she ground herself against the outstretched fingers. “I’ve been watching,” she whispered between kisses, “Oh god, I’m so turned on. I want you, but I also want that.” She turned to look at Robert’s erection, her tongue still exploring Arabella’s lips.
”Take it,” Arabella whispered. “I created it for you.”
Cynthia broke away and, turning towards Robert, walked around the desk. The dress still tucked up, revealing her parted lips, shrouded in nothing but light curls of hair.
Cynthia inserted herself between Robert and the desktop and then, lifting the dress higher, bent forward. “Fuck me,” she said, without turning her head.
Robert jumped as the cane stung his behind. Mesmerized by his wife’s display, he had not noticed Arabella move to his side.
“And if you come before I tell you, you will feel this biting into you so hard it will no longer be pleasurable,” Arabella hissed.
“Ah,” he gasped as the cane snapped at him again and he jerked forward. The head of his cock slid between lips that parted like silk. He had never known his wife so wet. Something stung his cheeks, jolting him forward, burying the full length of his flesh into her soft, warm sheath.
She began to squirm, sliding up and down his shaft. Their roles had reversed; he was no longer thrusting into her, she was impaling herself on him. He felt himself rising. Oh, God, if she kept doing that there was no way he could stifle the eruption.
Cynthia reached behind her, grabbed his hand and, forcing him to bend forward, shoved it between her legs. His fingers played across the top of her sex, spreading her lips and seeking out the hidden pearl. Cynthia’s body convulsed as he found the right spot and thrust even harder against him, but at least the more awkward position cooled the volcano inside him.
Cynthia bucked and gasped as her fingernails clawed at the desk top. Robert could feel her muscles grasping at this flesh as she rammed herself down onto the full length of his shaft. He bit his lip, trying to stem the flow inside him. Then the pressure eased, Cynthia’s movements became softer, more languid. She let out a contented sigh.
Robert straightened up, his hands resting on the firm, white rounds of Cynthia’s behind. His cock was still buried deep inside her.
“Again,” Arabella whipped the cane across his behind. “Now you fuck her, fuck her hard, and when she comes, you may.”
Robert moved his hips back, his liquid coated cock slid out of its velvet cocoon until only its head parted Cynthia’s lips. Then the cane snapped at him again, sending spasms through his body that seemed to turn his penis into a rod of steel. He slammed his body forward, sinking himself into Cynthia who bucked and wailed in response.
His hips jerked back, the cane cracked, he thrust forward. The rhythm increased until he was shoving Cynthia against the desk top with an animal ferocity. She was howling so loudly that he was sure they must hear her in the lobby downstairs. He could feel himself surging into her; no threats, nothing on this earth, could quell the explosion when it came.
He rammed the final thrusts into her, before she froze and he was left holding her impaled on him as he pulsed into her. Seconds of darkness ticked away like minutes and then she seemed to go limp and soften. It was as if she was deflating as the tension evaporated from her.
Robert sagged forward, breathing heavily, his palms flat on the desktop. The sounds of their passion seemed to still be echoing off the walls. Cynthia wriggled out from beneath Robert and turned to sit on the edge of the desk, looking down at Arabella who was now reclined in Robert’s office chair.
The fetish underwear lay discarded on the floor next to her and her legs were draped wantonly over the arms.
“I need a moment,” Cynthia gasped.
Arabella looked up at Robert. “I am sure he can start,” she smiled. “Men have so much energy. His cock might be useless for a while, but I am sure his mouth still works.”
Let’s allow them a short break before the third and final part. Check back next week.
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