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"“Sasha walked into the lobby of his office building, feeling quite self conscious. His last communication had been a short text message - "My Office. 6:00pm. Short skirt." He had arranged dinner with colleagues but wanted her to stop by his offices first. So here she was standing at the elevator, tugging at her short, black dress. Despite the hour, there were still a few people milling around the building and she was getting more than a few stares from the businessmen in their suits as they walked past. Her dress was tight, hugging her breasts and ass. It seemed a lot shorter than she remembered and she felt it riding up her thighs and derriere with each step. She was wearing her favorite long, thigh high black boots, pointed at the toe with spiked heels. As she stood before the elevator door, watching the light as it descended, her face flushed with mild embarrassment, she felt another pair of eyes studying her. Mercifully, the steel doors opened and she stepped in with a sigh of relief.
She was facing the back of the elevator, examining the mural that covered it, when, just as the doors were about to shut she heard someone stepping in with her. Before she could turn around, she was pushed against the wall. Her face pressed hard against the painting she had been studying.
It was him. She recognized his scent, his figure just in her peripheral vision and his voice as he hissed angrily in her ear.
"What the fuck? I ask you to meet me at my office and you show up looking like a fucking whore."
His one hand was on the back of her neck, the other cupping her ass, squeezing it roughly pushed her against the steel walls.
"What?" she stammered, her voice quavering with shock, her mind slipping into numbness. "No, I just…you said I should wear…"
"I said a short skirt. I meant elegant not like a fucking slut with her tits and ass hanging out for everyone to see. Those boots make you look like a hooker and you expect people to see me with you dressed like this? We're supposed to be having dinner with some important clients and I wanted to show you off but how can I show up with you looking like this?" His breath was hot in her ear, his hand still “still gripping her ass tight, the fingers forcing their way into the cleft between her thighs. He pressed his hips against her and she realized that he was extremely aroused, his cock hard against her thighs.
Despite the situation, or because of it, she felt her own arousal building. His thumb pressed hard into her ass as his fingers wormed their way over her moistening panties.
"You like embarrassing me, you fucking bitch? You want to dress like a whore? I have half a mind to treat you like one!" His hand was rough and hard against her pussy.
"I'm sorry," she stammered although she pushed back ever so slightly against him, feeling his muscular body against her, his bulging cock now rampant against her thigh. He appeared to be truly angry but she found herself incredibly turned on by his forcefulness, his control and the fact, that he seemed to want her, right there.
This was further demonstrated as he raised her skirt up over her ass so that if the doors were to open, she would be on display for all to see. She felt herself blushing even as her nipples hardened and her pussy opened of its own accord.”
“You understand I need to punish you?"
"Yes." Her response was immediate, unthinking.
"Good.”
“The word was barely from his lips before she felt his bare palm on her exposed ass. She winced, the sting dull at first before sharpening and spreading. Then, again. Harder this time, on the same spot. She felt the glow as it extended over her flesh, turning it a fleeting shade of pink.
The elevator came to a stop on his floor, just as he gave her another spank, across the center of her ass. She heard him hiss as the sting bit them both. She couldn't hold back the squeal that escaped her just as the doors opened. He released her and walked out. She followed, tugging her dress back down, grateful that there had been no-one waiting. Her footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, her breathing hard and rapid, lust coursing through her, anticipating them finishing what they started.”
“He was already through the glass doors of his offices, walking towards the boardroom where they had first met a few months ago when she had been sent to present a team building seminar for his company. He had invited her out for drinks with them afterwards and they had spent most of the evening chatting, laughing and drinking. Drinks led to sex which led to more sex and now found them here. Back where it had begun.
“She rubbed her nipples through her clothes, her core unfolding as a bolt of passion ripped through her body. Her panties were soaked through and her mind was all but eclipsed by the fog of desire. She stepped into the meeting room, anxious and expectant. What she saw stopped her in her tracks with a gasp.
He stood at the head of the long, wooden table that dominated the space, staring at her with anger etched into his face. Around the table were approximately a dozen black leather chairs, two of which were occupied. A stylish blonde woman and a distinguished looking gentleman stared at her with judgmental frowns. She felt an extensive blush sweeping over her and reddening her face as she self-consciously adjusted her disheveled clothing.
"Daniel, Monica, may I introduce Sasha? Please pardon her appearance, I assure you I did not just pick her up from a brothel."
Her head snapped towards him, mouth agape, venom blazing from her green eyes.
“Pleased to meet you, my dear," Monica said, in a level tone. "We have heard a lot about you from your beau and might I say that you are as ravishing as he described although I must agree, not suitably attired at all.
“Good evening," Daniel said in a soft but commanding voice. "Yes, you are quite beautiful but let yourself down by debasing yourself with this…getup."
"Look, I don't know what's going…"
"Be quiet!"
His barked command surprised her but her obedience was immediate.
"See how you've humiliated me? Dressing up like a slut!"
"But you told me to," she protested.
"Such disrespect," Monica said disapprovingly.
"Are you going to let her talk to you like that?" Daniel said.
"No, I am not. I intend to punish her."
"She looks like she requires some discipline," Monica said in her even, ice-cold tone.
"Hear that slut? You need to be punished. Come over here. Now."
Sasha walked over to him, stopped and with a snarl, reached out and slapped his face. Hard. Her hand stung as it left its fiery imprint on his cheek.”
“How dare you!" she hissed.
He did not flinch or register the blow, just stared at her with cold, blue eyes before sneering “back at her. "You fucking bitch!"
"Fuck you!" she snapped. "I don't know who these people are or what you think…"
Before she could finish, he was on her, taking her as he had on the elevator and bending her over the table. She felt her skirt rising again as she squirmed in his grasp, her ass exposed for all of them to see. She found herself consumed again as the flame of excitement reignited.
"You will show my guests respect."
Her nails clawed into the polished wood of the table, scoring it with parallel marks. She looked up at the two observers, alternating expressions of humiliation and rage flashing over her face. They stared back, impassively, lips pursed but Sasha thought she could detect a bulge developing in Daniel's pants as he watched her.
"It would appear that she needs to be brought in line," Daniel said.
"You need to apologize," his voice came sternly from behind her.
"What for? I don't.." her protests were silenced by a sharp stinging blow to her exposed ass. “Apologize."
"I'm sorry," she implored.
“For what?"
"I don't know, I guess…" another blow on the other cheek, this one harder than the others. She winced, caught her breath and exhaled as the pain subsided. She was dripping as she considered her words.
"For dressing like a slut and embarrassing you," she said softly, looking down at the table.
"Good. What else?"
"Wha-" she tried to stop the question but was too late and his hand struck her ass again, the sound echoing around the board room. "Shit," she grimaced through gritted teeth.
"What else?"
"For talking back and slapping you," she wriggled her enflamed ass, picturing the pink hue that covered it. Daniel leant back in his chair, his erection evident. Monica placed a hand in his lap, fondling him as she uncrossed and re-crossed her shapely legs. The two of them did not take their eyes off her.
Sasha felt his hands on her ass, caressing it, softer now and then with a grunt, he spanked her again. Another followed in rapid succession “I do believe you owe someone else an apology too.
“I am sorry..." she began looking at his guests before she was once more silenced by a slap. She didn't know how much more punishment her poor ass could take but her pussy seemed to be melting into the table.
"Don't look at them."
She cast her gaze down again and resumed. "I'm sorry I was so disrespectful to you earlier. Please accept my apologies."
"Of course, my dear," Monica said quietly, her hand stroking her companion's towering hard-on though his pants.
"A fast learner," Daniel said approvingly.
Her tormenter had one hand on the small of her back, pushing her against the table as she sensed him unbuckling his pants. A moan broke free from her lips.
Fearing retribution but unable to help herself, Sasha glanced over her shoulder at him. His pants were down by his ankles and he was stroking his fiercesome cock with slow, hard tugs, pulling it up against his stomach as he watched her wiggling before him.
"Look away," he said, his voice thick with warning. She looked back at Monica and Daniel, making sure to keep her head lowered.
“Monica was toying with Daniel through his clothing, her long, delicate fingers, squeezing and caressing his bulging erection.
"We would very much like to watch him fuck you, my dear. Would that be acceptable to you?"
"Yes, Monica," Sasha replied deferentially "I would like that very much."
"Thank you. You honor us."
Taking this as a signal, Sasha felt his hands on her ass again. They were rough as they pulled her panties aside, the fabric digging into her skin. She squealed but before she could protest, he was inside her and fucking her with long, hard strokes, his cock granite hard and stretching her wide.
"Oh God," she exclaimed, so turned on that it felt as if she was already on the verge of cumming all over that marauding cock.
"Fucking slut!" he muttered as he bore down on her, his hands gripping her hips in a viselike grip and spreading her ass cheeks, no doubt so he could watch as he penetrated her.
"Fuck me," she murmured, "oh shit, yes fuck me hard."
"Do as she requests, my dear," Monica said. "Fuck her harder and perhaps we could get a better view on proceedings?”
“With another perfunctory slap on her ass, he gripped her by one leg and while still pumping into her, flipped her onto her side so that she was facing Monica and Daniel. Holding her leg up in the air, he now provided them with a ringside view of their copulation.
"She has such an exquisite pussy," Monica said in her calm voice. "Do you see how the lips clutch at him?"
"I do, my dear, I should imagine that it feels most delicious."
As they commented on their fucking, Sasha felt tremors run through her as her inner walls tightened around him. In response, he lifted her leg even higher into the air, spreading her wider as he slammed into her with increased ardor, his shirt and tie tickling her thighs as he leant into her with each thrust.
Monica slowly unzipped Daniel and, without turning away from the frenzied coupling taking place right before her, produced his thick, swollen cock, appearing to present it for Sasha's perusal who groaned at the sight of it.
“It is most impressive, isn't it?" Monica remarked as she leant over to lick at the arrow shaped head, still not looking away from Sasha. Her pink tongue darted out as it lapped over the “tip. Daniel threw his head back and moaned at Monica's teasing actions.
"His pre-cum is salty but not bitter. A taste I have come to crave." She stroked the sturdy shaft with her fingers and tickled his balls as Sasha felt her insides tighten at the erotic sight presented to her. Daniel's mighty cock throbbed at Monica's touch and the rope-like veins running down the shaft seemed to pulsate as Sasha watched. Monica dipped her head lower, engulfing the head in her mouth and sucking in hard.
Her cheeks bulged as Daniel shifted in the chair, driving the length of his prick into her mouth. Monica's expression did not change as she gripped him and jerked him off into her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
"You like that? You like watching her suck his dick while I fuck your insolent cunt?"
"Yes, sir!'
"Good."
"Perhaps you would like to assist?" Daniel asked with a lecherous twinkle in his eye.
"Well?"
"If it pleases you," Sasha answered quietly although the idea appealed immensely to her it would." The vigor with which his cock was pummeling into her attested to his desire to “see her suck the other man's cock.
Daniel seemed to like the idea as he stood up with alacrity as Sasha felt her body being swiveled and slid around on the table so that her lips were level with Daniel's hips.
"Open wide, my darling," Monica said proffering the twitching prick in her steady fist.
Sasha did as she was told, her mouth agape as she was slowly fed Daniel's magnificent cock. Her tongue rolled around his head, relishing the pre-cum that Monica seemed to so enjoy. She moaned with pleasure as Daniel started to fuck her face, staring into Monica's blue eyes as the blonde woman adjusted the angle and force with which Sasha's oral penetration occurred. From behind her, her lover continued to pound into her with powerful, forceful lunges.
"Suck it, you dirty girl," he said, his hands clutching her hair and pulling her on and off Daniels's member. “Monica slid in closer, her tongue extended to lick Daniel's scrotum and shaft with the occasional teasing flurry over Sasha's lips. Finally she pulled him out of Sasha's mouth and held it in a firm grip so that both she and Sasha could lick and suck it simultaneously.
“It didn't take much of this oral pleasure before Daniel started to shudder.
"He's close," Monica said. "Allow me."
She sat back down in her chair, pulling Daniel, who was clenching his fist in an effort to hold back his climax, with her.
"On my face please, dear."
Just as Daniel unleashed a stream of cum all over Monica's impassive face, Sasha let loose a scream as her own orgasm ripped through her. Unmindful of her climax, his cock continued to slam into her, her erogenous points screaming in delirium as she clenched around him. She tried to move away, her clit too sensitive to take any more but he held her fast as she writhed and shuddered, a surfeit of pleasure thundering through her. Feeling as if she might pass out, she closed her eyes and squealed as another intense orgasm tore her senses apart. She felt a deluge of her creamy love juice coating his cock. There was a smooth hand on her cheek and warm, salty lips pressed against hers. “Thank you, my dear, you were spectacular. As always." Monica whispered as the tip of her tongue touched Sasha's before licking up some of Daniel's seed from her face and passing it across. Sasha sucked on it for a brief second, a “sly smile on her face before she pushed her hips back and propelled her lover to his own climax.
He dropped her leg and with a slap to her thigh, indicted that he wanted her to turn around. She complied, twisting herself around on the table until she was resting on her elbows and looking up at him as he fucked her. She felt Monica's hands on either side of her head, holding it fast. Sasha gazed up at him, her heart pounding, emotions cresting and she beamed salaciously at him.
"Fuck me," she insisted. "Fuck your slut. Fuck me until you cum!"
With a howl, he bent forward, taking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pinching them long and hard as he kissed her. She moaned into his mouth. Suddenly he convulsed, his body stiffened and his hands dug into her breasts as he came. He shook as he shot his creamy load deep into her satisfied pussy before collapsing on top of her, panting. They lay there for some time, holding each other in post-orgasmic bliss, their bond enhanced by the experience they had just undergone. “Fuck," Sasha exclaimed as they put on their clothes once Daniel and Monica had excused “themselves to go tidy up. "That was amazing. Well done."
"Did I do ok?" he asked, a sliver of doubt shimmering in his eyes.
"You were wonderful, my pet," she replied stroking his cheek. "You carried off the role perfectly. Most forceful. Several times I forgot where I was or what we were doing. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"I wasn't sure at first, being so rough, but when I realized how much it was turning you on, I got into it a bit more."
"Hmm, your cock seemed pretty hard from the start. I think you may be protesting a little too much."
He shrugged, giving her a sheepish smile. "This was your idea. I was just making sure I was able to facilitate."
She lifted his semi-flaccid cock in her hand and bent over to give it a tender kiss.
"That you did, my dear," she murmured as she licked him clean. "So next time, it's your turn to come up with the scenario. “Well, depending how dinner goes, next time might be sooner than you think.
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