This is my first story on the site, I would like to thank Lee(MLG52) for helping, correcting and advising me as an Editor, a great job, thank you
Lynn walked into her bedroom naked; the shower had washed the cobwebs away. Moving towards the window, she looked out at the streets lights just now coming on. Glancing at her watch, noting it was 7pm, caused her to turn back to the bed to check the outfit she chose.
She loved the way the black pencil skirt clung to her figure, complimenting her very sheer white blouse. As she slipped on a very thin, black thong, the coolness on her hairy mons urged her to rub her hands over it lightly, giving herself a wonderful twitch deep inside.
Lynn had no need for a bra; her 34-B breasts were firm and pointed beautifully toward anyone interested. Lifting the blouse, she felt the coolness surround her as she slipped it on, feeling her nipples reach out for the soft fabric gently brushing over them. While buttoning her blouse, she looked down and could see her long, firm nipples making their presence known. No one would have to wonder whether she was wearing a bra! One last look in the mirror, and she knew she was ready for her date.
Trevor was the local area manager; she was his administrative assistant. After an office function, he approached her privately. She loved the way he took control, insisted she have a drink with him. They talked most of the night together. That was last night,
In the morning, he told her to be ready to go out for a meal; just like that! She felt a thrill as his voice commanded her to listen. A knock on the door startled her. Checking herself in the mirror one last time, she moved toward the door. Trevor looked at her with approval, perhaps anticipation, as she greeted him. Her blond hair shone like a halo; his eyes took in the sheer blouse, hardly concealing her firm breasts and rigid nipples.
"Are you ready?" he questioned with a knowing smile. Lynn nodded, and after checking her keys and purse, closed the door. As the lift door closed, Lynn took a thorough look at Trevor, his rugged face was smooth. She could smell a feint trace of men's cologne, it smelled so masculine; classy, but not overwhelming. His square shoulders were covered in a suit that moulded to his frame, he was a "hunk," as the other ladies in the office building might say.
Trevor had a car waiting to whisk them to dinner. The restaurant was new, but, he was told, gave great service and the food was superb. As they entered the lobby, she felt dozens of eyes on her. Lynn's nipples were hard with the movement of her blouse against them; she felt good, attractive.
The meal was excellent. As they sipped brandy and coffee, Trevor remarked on her blouse. "It seems you enjoy having your breasts scrutinized; that is so sheer it leaves nothing to the imagination."
Lynn blushed at forward remarks and said, "I thought you might like it." Trevor said nothing but called for the check. He took her elbow and led her out to the car. Giving his address to the driver, he sat back, completely silent. Lynn realized she had been wrong to choose that particular blouse.
Trevor opened his front door and ushered Lynn inside. His lounge was spacious, and filled with a massive screen on the wall, three sofas, and a large glass low table as a centrepiece.
Pouring himself a brandy, he turned to Lynn and said, "When I take a woman to dinner, I expect her dress respectably. If I want a slut to come with me, I will call you in the future". Stung by his words, Lynn hastily rose to leave the flat.
"Stay where you are slut," Trevor growled. Moving toward Lynn, he reached out with both hands and ripped the blouse completely from her shoulders. Lynn froze on the spot as her breasts were now completely exposed.
"Take that skirt off, too. Now!" he ordered. Lynn reached behind and lowered the zip; her hands trembled as he snapped at her to hurry up. Letting it slip to the ground, she stood there naked apart from the wispy thong she had on. For some reason, she was shivering, not from fear; something else inside made her tingle.
Trevor moved around her as he gazed upon her nude form; he felt himself getting hard. Her nipples pointed upwards and very hard; the front of the thong was padded by her pubic hair. He hated pubic hair.
Standing behind her he reached up, grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and whispered into her ear. "Were you trying to ridicule me, dressing like that you slut? Letting everyone see your pointed nipples." Lynn gasped as she felt his hand gripping tighter in her hair.
"No!" she gasped. "I thought it would please you."
Trevor pushed her to the glass table, bending her over he ripped the thong from her body and lashed at her naked ass with his hand, leaving hand prints on both cheeks. Forcing her to her knees he said, "When you address me you will call me SIR, do you understand"?
Lynn replied in a soft voice "Yes, sir. I am sorry, sir"
"Go into the shower and take that fuzz off; you will always be clean shaven from now on," was his next order.
"Yes sir" Lynn said in a quiet voice, and moved in the direction he was pointing.
Lynn closed the door to the bathroom and leaned against the door. She felt her heart beating very fast. But she was not afraid; in fact, she felt moisture on her pussy. Her finger slid between the lips to confirm; sure enough, she was very wet there. Lynn was getting visibly turned on; she knew she had met the man she wanted, someone to control her!
As she shaved her pussy, she remembered the roughness as he handled her, her ass still stung, but it felt so good. Moving back into the lounge, she saw Trevor on the phone. He pointed to a spot in front of him; she moved towards it and stood still. Trevor reached to her shoulders and forced her to her knees.
