1. Predetermined Meeting


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 62.5, Source: sexstories.com

    she has been forced to fuck, but even more so that it had excited her, and even now it gave her a tingling rush to think of what had just happened. She bent down and washed her face, then wet a washcloth and wiped away the rest of the semen. She washed herself between the legs. She got dressed quickly and came out of the bathroom to find me alone, re-seated behind my desk, already back at work. She stood awkwardly for a moment, but I ignored her. Finally, she asked meekly, " Um, what now?" I looked up at her distractedly. " Go home," I said. " I'll have Manny schedule you when I want you." I turned my attention back to the papers on my desk. Face flushing anew at the negligent dismissal, she turns to leave. " Oh, and Alyssa..." I said, stopping her at the door. When she looked back, I wagged a finger at her. " You belong to me." She turned away from my arrogant grin and left the office. The most troubling aspect, is that it had excited her, the way I had made her do things she never could have imagined. A shiver went down her spine as she wondered what more I had in store for my new whore. Sometime after midnight, Alyssa is finally able to fall asleep. when the call came from my office. Manny informed her that she is to be at my office by 10. Alyssa angrily slams the phone in his ear, but when 10 o'clock came around, she is standing in front of Manny's desk. " You may go in," Manny informed her. Alyssa glares at him and went through the door into my office. I'm sitting at my ...
    big oak desk, studying some papers. I ignored her, leaving her standing before my desk for several minutes as I finished my reading. Finally, I turned my attention to her, laying the reports aside. " What the fuck are you wearing?" I growled, scowling at her attire. Startled, Alyssa looked down at her expensive designer pantsuit in surprise. It is conservative gray, much as she had seen on many working women on her way into the office. She looked up at me helplessly. " Take it off," I commanded. As Alyssa dutifully begins undressing, I fumed. John Malone's whore. She just wished she could understand why that thought gave her such a hot, tingling feeling all over. " Again with the fucking pantyhose," I shook my head disgustedly as Alyssa pulled off her slacks. " Get 'em off," I sighed as she looked up at me questioningly. Alyssa quickly finished unhooking her bra and let it fall, then pushed her pantyhose down, sitting in the leather armchair to pull her feet out. She remained sitting, her back to the door, waiting breathlessly for more orders. " From now on when you come to me, I want you dressed in a skirt, no pants. Short enough to show some leg," I instructed. " You'll wear garter belt and stockings. No fucking pantyhose, understand?" Alyssa nodded and I continued. " High heels," I said, stroking my chin thoughtfully. " And no panties. I want your pussy bare and ready. Got it?" " Yes, sir," Alyssa answered meekly, face coloring with embarrassment. " Good. Now, spread your ...
«12...678...1213»