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.
"Nice and red," you mused as you admired your work. You kicked my legs open wider and stood behind me. I was on my tiptoes and desperately trying not to tip onto the couch. My tears stung my eyes as I fought them back.
Before I realized what was happening, you ripped my panties from my body. Then, you came around the couch and looked at me. I was shaking. Whether in fear or pleasure, I wasn't entirely sure. My pussy was wet, but my ass was on fire. I looked up at you. You could see the anxiety in my face and just laughed. You balled up my black panties and then pressed them to my lips. I shook my head. You stared at me, but I refused to move. No Way was I putting my panties in my mouth.
Your eyes intently stared at me. You didn't even blink. You grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. The movement caused my mouth to fall open. You quickly shoved my panties to my mouth. Your hand came down hard on my cheek as you slapped me.
"You do not resist me," you said angrily. Your voice was harsh and I knew that was the last time I'd be telling you no.
I nodded and said, "yes sir." My panties, still wet my my juices, muffled the sound. But, you'd heard me and nodded in approval. As you stood back up, your cock brushed my face.
Once again, you moved behind me and started rubbing my cheeks. This time, harder and deeper. Your fat fingers dug into my toned ass and thighs. The movements were quick and completely lacking in concern for my tenderness. I could feel the welts forming where your belt had violated me.
I sighed in relief when the molesting stopped. My skin was throbbing and burning. The relief was short lived. Your fist plunged into my pussy. You didn't bother to warm me up a finger at a time. You went all in all at once. The pounding lifted me off the ground. You pumped in one more time and then withdrew your hand with a pop. I heard you spit into you hand. Then, felt another pile of spit land on my asshole.
I shook my head no and pleaded with you through the panty gag in my mouth. You didn't like my response and you grabbed the belt from beside me. This time it landed on bare skin. I yelped loudly with each blow. Ten in all. Rapid fire like bullets on my ass, thighs and back.
"Spread your legs, cunt," you barked. I quickly followed your orders. The warm leather of the belt grazed my pussy as you rubbed it between my legs. As it gently brushed my slit, my breath quickened. Your gut leaned against me as you bent over me. The belt fell to the floor and as touched under me and grabbed my breasts. I moaned as you slowly twisted the clamps on my nipples. This shift in your touch excited me. Slowly, you dipped a finger into my pussy.
"That's better," you said as your massaged my slick hole. I closed my eyes, enjoying the new tenderness. I pushed my hips back, circling my cunt around your hand. You withdrew. Disappointment rushed over me. I started grinding my pelvis into the couch, hoping to seduce you back in. "There's my little slut."
Your fingers penetrated me again, but quickly pulled out. I sank into the couch. The teasing was making me hot. Your cock wouldn't fill me like theirs had, but my pussy needed it now. The shifts from punishment to pleasure were dizzying and I didn't know what to expect next, but my cum was dripping down my legs as I waited to find out.
I could feel you standing behind me, but you weren't moving. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, waiting. It felt like hours before you touched me again. When you finally did, I wished you hadn't.
