By the time Wednesday rolled around, both Mr. Porter and Mr. Jenkins had each given me piles and piles of reports. I think I'd eaten more cum than food this week. My cunt was raw and I could barely walk as much as they'd used me. But, I'd loved every fucking second. The. I rat or I kept in my desk to relieve the tension of the day hadn't been touched all week.
Today, I was grateful that both of them were in court. I'd spent more time being fucked than doing work and had fallen behind on research I'd been doing for you. It was nearly seven at night by the time I finally finished typing the last page of my report for you. I'd assumed you'd gone home for the day when I barged into your office to place the carefully blind report on your desk.
I was wrong.
"Mr. Bradford!" I said. You were sitting behind your desk, dick fully erect and in your hand. You looked up and me and grinned. Your perfectly white dentures reflected the dim light in the room.
"Miss Kelley," you said huskily. "I've been waiting for you. These reports are late."
"I know. I am so sorry. I've been caught up in reports for the other partners," I said quietly and hung my head. I'd been hoping to avoid this very encounter. You were at least thirty years older than me. Unlike Mr. Jenkins, your hair was fully grey and thinning. You had a potbelly that strained to escape your too tight coats and slacks. And from where I was standing, it looked as though your cock was barely six inches.
The sight of any cock got my juices flowing, but I didn't feel the familiar clit swelling that I felt at the sight of the other cocks in the office.
"So I've heard," you mused as you stood up. "You understand you will be punished."
You said it so bluntly that I was taken aback.
"Punished?" I asked. If that meant sucking your tiny prick, then I figured I could knock that out in fifteen minutes and be on my way.
You had other ideas. You stepped around your desk and came at me hard. You pushed me into the door and grabbed my cunt with one hand and my tit with the other.
"You will refer to me as sir. You will not question me and you're only answer will be 'yes, sir.' Now, take off this dress."
I stared at you for a moment, unsure what to do. Through my dress and panties, you shoved your hand into my pussy. The swift movement lifted me off the ground. I gasped, but more in pain than in pleasure. As I hesitated another moment, you pushed in harder and put your face against mine.
"Strip. Now. You filthy fucking whore."
"Yes, sir," I answered. I was eager to have your hand and my panties out of my cunt. As soon as you release me, I slipped the skin tight black dress over my head and dropped it to the floor.
You stepped back to admire my black lace bra and panties. The material was so thin that they barely hid anything. You made a tsk tsk sound and shook your head.
"Behind over the couch," you grabbed my hair and bent me over the couch. I heard you slip your belt off and snap it together. "I'm an old fashion man, Miss Kelly. My partners may appreciate a clean pussy, but I prefer to burry my cock into a hairy bush."
The first lashing came down hard and burned my skin. I hadn't been expecting you to put some much force into it. My body jolted forward and tears stung my eyes. Mr. Jenkins had been rough, but he'd been kind. This was different. You were angry. You wanted to hurt me. Fear washed over me, but my pussy started throbbing. My panties were soaked.
Five more lashes came down and my tears flowed down my face.
"Keep crying Miss Kelley and the lashings will continue."
I sniffed back another tear and the belt met my skin again. My ass and legs were burning and throbbing. I braced myself for another hit as I held my breath. It didn't come. Instead your pudgy, round fingers reached under me and into my bra. You pushed the cups over my tits and then pulled me up. Turning me to face you, you held up two clamps. Your eyes were full of a mixture of rage and passion.
"Stand up straight," you barked. I stiffened my back and stood up straight. I was terrified of what you'd do if I didn't. You quickly put a clamp on each nipple. As you twisted them I flinched. The pain was intense and caught my breath. I'd had my tits sucked, bit, pinched and fucked, but this was different. "Back to the couch."
You shoved me to the couch and forced me over the arms. My breasts pressed into the cool leather and I gritted my teeth. The clamps were tight and they dug into me as you pressed my back down hard. You ran your hands over my ass. Each movement forced my breasts harder into the couch. I kept waiting for more spanking, but you just kept rubbing.
