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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The alt version of my other story with the woman in the dominant role.
You've called in an engineer to fix your PC as you can't get it running; you hear a knock and answer the door to find me standing there. "Morning ma'am; you called in a problem?"
You usher me into the front room explaining that you just couldn't get it working that morning and go to make a cup of tea while I take a look. You come back in to find me rummaging around under the desk.
"The fuse has gone in the plug; its a sealed unit so I'll just replace the cable; its a tight squeeze to get the lead up to the desktop so if I push the end through can you grab it for me?"
I crawl back under the desk and poke the cable up behind the desk; its quite a squeeze so you have to bend right over the desk; you grab the cable "Got it".
"Ok, just hold it there." As I wriggle out from under the desk I can't help but look up your dress, your legs are slightly apart and I have a stunning view ...
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Too late I realise I had lingered too long ...
"Are you looking up my dress?"
You're stood there now, hands on hips looking down at me ...
"Nothing" I stammer "I was just getting up"
"Bullshit - you were looking up my dress you little pervert; I'm going to call your boss"
"No, please don't; I'll do anything"
"Anything?" You raise an eyebrow ...
"Yes, anything you want"
"You'll take a punishment?"
"I suppose ..."
"Hmmmm - lie down in the middle of the room"
Bemused I comply ...
You walk slowly round me ...
"Do you like looking up women's dresses?"
I nod ...
"Do you like looking up my dress?"
I nod; you prod me in the side with your foot ...
"I said do you like looking up my dress?"
"Yes ma'am"
You are now standing astride my head; I don't know what to do so look away ...
"Look at me; like the view?"
"Yes ma'am"
You pull your dress up around your waist and squat down so your only a foot or so above my face ...
"How about now?"
"Yes ma'am"
Without warning you sit down hard on my face; I can't breathe and start stuggling ...
"Stop wriggling or I'm on the phone to your boss"
I lie still and stare up at you wide eyed from between your legs; you lift up slightly and I grab a breath before you kneel smothering me again; you repeat this time and time again ... making me go longer and longer between a break.
Eventually you stand up ...
"Still like the view?"
I shake my head
"I said still like the view?"
"No, ma'am"
"Better, but I don't believe you"
You turn round and swiftly kneel down again; I'm now completely in the dark; my nose pressed against your pussy; I can feel the heat through your panties which are slightly damp, I'm nervous but can't help be turned on - you shift position covering my mouth so I can't breathe and repeat the earlier torment; time is now blurring ...
I feel you undo the buttons on my shirt and run your hands over my chest; you lean forward pushing down hard on my face ... your finger tips slip under the waistband of my trousers and brush the tip of my now hard cock; I feel you undo my belt, unbutton me and push my trousers down; then my boxers ... your hand closes round my cock and I can't help myself cumming ... you get up abruptly, furious ...
"You fucking useless little shit"; you kick me in the side; "not only are you obviously still enjoying my arse but now you've ruined the little bit of fun I was having; fucking pathetic!"
"Sorry" I mumble, struggling to my feet; trying to pull my trousers up.
"Well you just bought yourself a whole lot more trouble. This floor is doing my knees in so get yourself up to my bedroom; when I come up you better be lieing on the bed naked - and clean yourself up"; you wipe the cum off your hand on my chest and stride out the room.
I consider running out the door but know you will just go through with your threat to call my boss; how bad could the next bit be?
Its humiliating and scary but part of me is turned on. Just stick with it, I think. I go up the stairs clean-up in the bathroom and go and lie on the bed as instructed. I hear you coming up the stairs; you walk into the room carrying a cup of coffee and a magazine which you put on the side ...
You take off your dress and I realise with a start that you aren't stopping there; off comes your bra and then you slide down your panties ... you get on the bed and straddle my chest.
"Now wait just a minute ... I didn't say you could ..."
You slap me hard across the face. "Shut ... your ... fucking ... mouth"
You slide forward pinning my shoulders and sitting on my face; your arse is on my mouth and my nose is pushed against your pussy; you shift position and I can feel my nose push inside you; you wriggle slowly working my nose into your pussy - I can feel you getting wetter and wetter as you use my face for your pleasure.
You have to keep stopping to let me breathe and I can see this is starting to annoy you so you shift position turning round; I'm pinned, can't see and my nose is again buried in your pussy but at least I can breathe through my mouth; you settle back gently rocking on my face, your weight pushing down on me. I feel you shift weight as you drink your coffee and read your magazine.
Time ceases to have meaning pinned beneath you; the darkness is total, the heat and wetness from your pussy intoxicating; my cock is hard again and I can feel it throbbing; your rocking and gyrating intensify until you cum, shuddering and flooding my face with your juices. You sit back breathing heavily then slide forward, freeing my face at last and taking my cock into your mouth.
I lie there enjoying the sensation but can't resist running my tongue round your sensitive clit which is just inches from my face; we lie interwined sensually enjoying each other until a second orgasm ripples through you and I explode filling your mouth with cum. We both lie there, spent.
You slowly get up and stand there looking at me.
"I'm going to have a shower - when I get out you had better be gone"
I nod ..
"And you will report back here same time, same day next week and we'll see if you've learned anything"
I can only nod as you stride out the room.
I quickly dress, grab my stuff and stumble out the house; my clothes dishevelled and my face red and sticky with your juices. What have I got myself into? |
