Group Sex Bishop Takes Knight

By quarter to seven on Friday night, the fifty-fifth floor of the "Shard" skyscraper building was a ghost town; save two offices. Most everyone else had left to begin the weekend at five, however a few die-hard rat-racers hung on until half past six; either out of perceived obligation for some task or because they were shameless suck-ups hoping to be noticed by senior management.

It wouldn't have mattered. Even senior management was conspicuously absent for the most part from the three floors of Praetorian Group, (as even captains of industry are susceptible to the Siren call of a London Friday evening in late June). The big boss Caesar J. Preston, had departed earlier at five to change up and speak at a dinner before he'd receive one more plaque for the crowded wall in his immense office. The sun would not go down until late, the weather was marvelous and money should have been burning a hole in everyone's pockets. So why then wasn't everyone from the equestrian class of the corporate headquarters either home, on their way home, or going back out and smelling of perfume and heady expectations?

Why? Because Annette Bishop wanted to be at the office... that's why, and when you are as powerful as she is, if you want it...it happens. End of discussion and with no negotiation. To her, the clock meant less and less over the years and getting done what needed to be done; either for her or the conglomerate always came first. When she'd married Caesar seven years earlier, he'd given her a gold ladies watch with diamonds as an engagement present and as it sparkled on her arm she had even said, "Thank you so much C.J. its beautiful! It is such a shame I never care what time it is!"

Thirty years her senior, and a widower when he married her; C.J. Preston, thought Annette was just being witty and so he broke out laughing with everyone else at the table in the club; not knowing she was being both blunt and serious. She knew what she wanted then and it most certainly was not a watch. If she got what she wanted she'd buy a watch company. She'd gone from brilliant project manager, to brilliant division head, and now she was a brilliant member of the senior management team of a strong performing multi-national ....plus "the big guy" called her "Mrs." Yet there was more to be had and she knew it. The big guy might have done well to take note that she kept her name when she married him; a shape of things to come from the independent wife burning the candle and toiling away on a lovely Friday night.

Two lights in the on the floor, save the lighted hallway to the elevator were still on. One was in Annette's office. One was in the intern office that opened to directly into Annette's. The intern project, or the "Acolyte Initiative" as it was called, was conceived and spearheaded by Annette. It was her baby and like everything she'd conceived - she owned it! Extremely gifted and talented graduates and third year students from prestigious learning institutions were brought into the initiative and placed with directors, VPs, and the top brass to "sow the seeds" for corporate leadership, ten, twenty, even thirty years down the road.

Sitting at a chair near Annette' desk, Bradley Knight, or "just Brad" as he insisted, was head down looking at his tablet and pondering some figures. Between Brad and Annette lay a stack of pamphlets, sketches, and portfolios that Annette had decided would need to be directly weighed in on at some point in the very immediate future. On the other side of the pile in a chair much more luxurious than that of Brad's sat Annette, finishing a phone call to Houston Texas.

She looked over at Brad wrinkling his brow, deep in focused concentration. She'd picked well, she'd told herself as she listened to Frank in Houston blah-blah-blah-ing away and completely ignored the little toady spilling his guts nervously on the other line. She'd picked well when she'd selected her other intern Shelby and she'd done well with Brad. She could have taken a pair of third-year eager-beavers for the summer, but recent graduates worked just as well and didn't have their eye on heading back for their final term in the fall.

She craned her pretty head of short black feathered hair around the stack of books and portfolios to get a better look at him with a pair of watchful eyes above gorgeous cheekbones that could have belonged to a supermodel or a starlet but instead belonged to the "boss lady." She crossed a pair of long slender legs, pursed the lips on a pretty mouth and beamed with the satisfaction of a tabby cat contemplating an oblivious canary just within her reach. When the selection committee convened in March; as chair, she had the picks of the litter. Privileges of rank, and privileges of being CJ' spouse held sway.

For Shelby, it was an easy decision to bring her back. She'd been with the Acolytes the previous year on summer break from her university. She'd proven herself to be most valuable, plus Annette was comfortable with the young woman and comfortable with continuing the arrangement. For Brad, she opened his portfolio, looked at his grades, and looked at his photo. He was in. Every other dog at the table could feast on whatever scraps were left in the intern pile and then of course the "We regret to inform you," letters could go out for the balance.

She noticed he'd lost weight since arriving. But wait,...was that weight loss or just muscle he'd put on making him a bit leaner? She'd been running him ragged that was for sure! From the minute he hit the ground after being unemployed for nearly a year, he was grateful for the opportunity and she could smell that about him. Make no mistake Annette was not only pretty, she was highly intelligent and emotional intelligence was a particularly sharp tool in her skillset kit! She figured things out fast and she figured people out faster... she could tell; who was strong, who was weak, who was to be wary of, who was stupid, who had talents that were hidden from plain sight; within a few minutes of meeting that person. She figured things out, (in the same way she'd figured out Brad the minute she had him come in her office that first day, all those weeks before and she pulled his strings and pushed his buttons with ease).

It was strange; the more she made him slave harder for her, the more devoted and uncomplaining he became. He was good under pressure and resourceful; she liked that. He was efficient and showed initiative, she liked that as well. He had dark thick hair and was tall wiry and muscled, (without a spec of fat on his sinewy sides, smelled good, and he had buns like muffin tins). She liked that most of all! Her little peeks and ogles could be thought of as more privileges; being the wife of Caesar. It was a lot better than looking at CJ's flabby pale seventy-three-year-old form coming out of the shower along with his bald head!

Brad was anything but thinking about what he liked at the moment. The numbers became a fuzzy blur in his head. He'd been at work since seven that morning and then at five minutes to five (just as he was tidying up his desk in the next room), Annette had called him and Shelby in. On a Friday evening at quitting time she told them that she needed them both to stay!

Shelby as usual played the "oh so smart little kiss-ass" and was all "happy and perky at the unexpected opportunity." She never got tired and Brad resented that fact that "Lil miss perky sunshine," could go and go and go! Shelby happened to be currently down on the next floor pulling some materials. He was left with Annette and none too happy about it as she had been in a particularly foul "task-mistress" mood ever since he'd started working late that night! He was grateful for the opportunity to be here (having been placed in this position over so many others), but he'd been going flat-out for the last three weeks and didn't know how much he could take.

She'd badgered him for arcane infractions of judgement and policy that very few employees would have been held accountable -even in management circles. She'd gotten up and left in the middle of meetings earlier in the week to deliberately leave him there to answer questions on subject matter and policy he was not familiar when he was supposed to be merely a glorified note taker at the activity. She'd held Shelby up for praise in front of him on multiple times and the little minx had the gall to gloat at him while Annette piled laurels and credit upon the young woman's blonde little head. She even tore him down about the suits that he'd chosen and the shoes he wore as Shelby snickered and tittered in the next office. He couldn't tell if he was truly incompetent and sloppy or if she was simply tyrannical sadistic and cruel.

The worst was the silence. The silence before Annette's explosions could be deafening and her stare could be liquid-nitrogen cold. He knew this first-hand but what he did not know was that for Annette, it was all calculated; calculated like the way she was unnerving Frank out in Houston and was going to tell him shortly not to worry and that everything was alright (thereby securing Frank's loyalty and a sense of indebtedness, and calculated by the way she'd married the boss but kept her last name Bishop instead of Preston. It was all about her "brand," and if her brand was ruthless independence mixed with a dash of cruelty that achieved her goals, then her calculations were not only spot on, they were merited!

What Brad also didn't know is she'd been testing his metal all this time; gauging him to see what he was truly made of. She'd hadn't even wanted to work late. True, she'd rather have to have knocked off at six and gone out, but not with Caesar to some stuffy banquet hall that smelled of mildewed leather furniture, dust, and old people (just so he could tell his tiresome life story one more time and receive a plaque for it).

Then of course he'd go home with her over to the West End and there'd be drinks and of course....it was Friday. He'd climb atop her; she'd lay back and take it as he'd huff and puff his pale flabby body up and down between her legs, and wheeze like he was having a cardiac arrest. She'd have to scream like he was killing her and urge him on (while running her hands over that bald head of his), before he'd grunt and spend himself inside her after a whopping three minutes. Then he'd sleep like a fourteen-year-old hound until "golf:30" the next morning.

No, if she'd have gone home at six she'd have texted CJ and then said she would only make it to the apartment and not the house as work had overwhelmed her. She'd either then go out to one of her favorite clubs and bring home a "new friend" or she'd have a friend meet her at the flat and they'd "stay in" for the night. She'd kept the spacious flat in the West End separate from their house for such contingencies and even had a discrete maid who saw everything and saw NOTHING. Annette might not even see CJ until Sunday night.

No, all this in front of her; the brochures, Shelby heading downstairs for a file Annette knew was not there, the berating of Frank, and the torture of Brad were calculated. Brad was doing well. He flourished under the kiss of her verbal lashes upon his quivering back; she'd seen it. He just needed a little more conditioning before she pressed the button; his button, and started the machinery rolling in the direction she'd wanted it to go (ever since she'd made the decision that tonight would happen three weeks prior), when she'd seen him bending over her desk and smelled his cologne. She interrupted Frank on the phone,

"Frank look, there is no problem. These things happen.......Nnnoo heavens no, I am not upset. Look, I spoke to CJ this morning and he agrees with me. We made a mistake at the London office and it was not your people in Houston. You'll be properly resourced from the Chicago offices by next week or I'll come over there personally to assist and make Chicago heads roll, alright....no, I am sure that we can correct for this. Alright, its almost seven here and I have to go alright...ok...all will be well. Bye Frank!"

She'd let him off the hook even though his division was not at fault...she made him believe it had been his fault and now she appeared merciful; a tactic she'd honed to manipulative perfection and which had steeled her reputation for leadership that was strong and benevolent at the same time. People weren't books to her... they were road signs where she only had to glance and she knew all she needed to know.

She hung up the phone. She turned back to Brad, looking him up and down first. She made her move.

"So, what are the numbers?" she asked.

"Thirty three percent," Brad answered.

"Is that for third quarter?"

"Projected for fourth quarter. Third quarter was twenty two percent," he answered. She tapped the keypad in front of her and turned her monitor his way." The answer within the figures from another source showed a difference in each figure by a couple of percentage points but she decided the time was right to make a mountain out of a mole hill.

"I had these figures in front of me all along. Why didn't you information match this expert? I'm not impressed," she said. Brad was crestfallen but he didn't give her the pleasure of showing it. She picked up a proposal he'd been working on and looked through it. He looked straight ahead at her betraying; no emotion whatsoever as she read and muttered to herself.

"Nope, seen it. Seen it before........Really? Where did you get this analysis from?......You used Michael Stevens from marketing as a source for this? Let me tell you, the only reason Mike is still employed is because he is so very close to retirement and my husband has a soft spot for the old fossil."

This went on for several minutes. At first Brad listened, then he began to tune in less and less to "it." None of it seemed objective or constructive, all of it seemed to be geared to a snide and derisive attack on the hard work he'd been doing and all of the standards that he was being held to; standards he noticed were conspicuously absent from any of Shelby's work. He didn't tune back in until he heard Annette's voice saying,

"....and if you can't manage there is a long line of people behind you with original ideas I am sure! You can always go back to your East End flat and ....." Annette's dressing down was interrupted, not by Brad saying anything; by his actions. The camel's back was broken.

His ass came out of his chair and he tossed his company tablet on her desk and he started to turn to leave. Annette rose out of her chair having seen what she wanted to, (him finding his balls with the boss-lady). She continued to play the part according to the script in her head but now she was satisfied that deep inside; he was no pushover. He was an alpha but an alpha who knew when to pick his fights, there was intelligence there...

"JUSTWHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?" she roared at him! The tigress bared her teeth all white and threatening with her eyes blazing above her pretty high cheekbones. Like the starlets of old she was beautiful when she was angry, (and terrifying too)! Bradley Knight stiffened and then he turned back to her politely. He'd found his balls but he also found his manners and with the calm and eloquence of a French diplomat he spoke to her in a low but forceful tone,

"I am terribly sorry Annette. It would appear that my talents are not those required by the Praetorian Group. I wish you only the best success in finding my replacement." Annette's jaw dropped and fell three floors into the Shangri-la hotel located below them in the building but she kept playing along. He'd made the move but she couldn't let that phase her.

Her shocked expression now turned to feigned seething rage. She was a good actress and anger was her best item in her toolkit. She stormed around her desk, blew up to him like a Channel gale, and slapped him across the face. The impact sounded like the "THWACK" of a firecracker that resonated through the offices and out into the empty hallway through the open office door.

"YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE BOY!" Annette thundered at him and she put her face up into his. She smelled his smell and was intoxicated by it. She wanted to bite that chin, suck those lips, rip open that shirt, and work his belt and trousers open to drop them to the floor so she could take what she wanted then and there! She wanted to have this fine specimen....and yet she played the part; storming and seething in his face, eyeball to eyeball looking up at him like a teacher with a wayward pupil who just refused to be "schooled."

Brad felt the cool shock of the slap that stunned him for a brief instant, then the stinging warm rose up from inside his cheek and radiated outward in all directions. Her face was up in his; her nostrils blowing onto his chin and lips. His lips flashed in a micro smile for a split second. Up out of nowhere his hand came across her cheek with an equally audible "SMACK" that rang again throughout the floor and into the now open lift doors as Shelby was about to step out of them.

Annette let out an AGHH! at the impact but came right back up and continued to stare back directly into his face unafraid and excited at what he'd just done! He was like putty in her hands now... he'd executed exactly as she'd wanted him to do, (and her clit throbbed and ached like it had been stung by a hornet)! If she didn't get what she needed here tonight she'd spend the whole evening in her private flat away from home with her vibrator trying to get rid of the glorious tension that was now making her pussy moist; a lovely little throb commencing now in the hooded clitoris of her sex. Still she played the role, and she reached into her bag of calculated emotions; pulling out outrage and hauling it out for him to be awed by!

With a dexterity and forceful swiftness he hadn't counted upon; she seized Brad by his arms, locked one of her heals behind his ankle and with the force of three people fueled by lust imitating uncontrollable anger she through him into the chair he'd just come up out of! He landed back on his arse with an audible OOMMPF! He looked up to see that her towering over him; a raging vicious half harpy-half tigress of a woman and her face was already down in his - her mouth now just a beautiful sneer of furious derision and scorn!

She brought up her leg and planted a black business woman's pump on the far side of his chair so that now she'd trapped him fast where he sat; her high heel just having missed his thigh but caught his pant leg and pinned it.

For a moment there was silence as thick as tar. She stood over him "Captain Morgan Style," with her foot upon the chair. Brad's face was in hers as much as hers were in his.

His eyes were that of an angry wounded animal that had been cornered but wasn't done yet! He for damned sure knew which end of the fight or flight spectrum he stood on now- she didn't own him! His nostrils flared with an outrage and indignation that told her that he just didn't fucking have to take one more motherfucking second of this! His strong and opened and closed in preparation to throw her the length of the room and leave; he'd never to return again but at least it would be a grand exit! Then he looked down.

OH SWEET JEEZUS! His eyes went wide in disbelief and now it was HIS jaw's turn to drop three floors down into the Shangri-la Hotel, (and check into a King Size bed-suite with her lower jaw to order room service)! He was in shock and his hands unclenched as his fight response "stood down."

There... directly in front of his face beneath her business skirt and between her thighs; the baldest hungriest pussy he'd ever witnessed just happened to be staring up back at him with a shiny little gold ring through the clitoral hood taunting him and daring him to "bring it on!" He turned his face up and looked at her with a stunned wide eyed expression for half as second and then his face went calm again. He listened as she broke the heavy silence.

"Like I said," she said in a calm low voice of a woman whose rage had been replaced by serious matter-of-factness, "you aren't going anywhere and I meant that. I'm keeping you here and you'll work for me just like Shelby did when we had this conversation and "slap-out" session last year after I made her life a wreck on purpose. If it's one thing I cannot tolerate, it's a slimy little worm of a person who would take all the shit I deliberately handed you over the past three weeks." She continued,

"Many men would not have had the courage to get up out of that chair when you did. I hate and despise people who are complete tyrants, (like the one I've been playing), but I hate even more the gutless servile little dogs who take abuse from them because they enable their lot in life. Remember that! Oh and one more thing....YOU'VE PASSED!"

A second later, two faces rushed together like a pair of trains on the same track with a torrid hungry collision! They fused and smushed lips together as arms wrapped torsos and pulled bodies together with a THUD of muscle and sinew against more muscle and sinew! Lungs pushed air up and out of blowing nostrils! Teeth chewed and sucked lips, tongues explored mouths!

His free hand came up and under her skirt; finding that her sex was wet and impatiently waiting for the rude probes of his fingers! She sighed and pulled her mouth away from his to look him in the eyes the instant his fingers found her hole and entered her dark moist warmth. Her pupils dilated. Her teeth latched onto his chin and she bit down, testing the strength of his skin without breaking it; feeling chin stubble upon her tongue! She tasted salt and sweat as her nose huffed in his aftershave. It was as if her tongue, nose, lips, and sex were tasting him at different locations and they liked the woody earthy notes of this rare delicacy!

The tastes and smells now caused her to grind those slender hips of hers forward and upward against his flicking digits and her swollen nub of a clit mashed against the heel of his hand! If she had her way, she'd stuff all of him in there; the arm, the broad shoulders, the handsome high cheek boned face, his torso hips and legs; all up inside her and keep him there all bloody long night!

Her hands came down and grabbed his hips; sliding behind to cup his ass through his business pants. She clawed and squeezed at his glutes and determined that indeed; they WERE solid as a bronze sculpture - just as she'd envisioned and speculated two nights before when masturbating furiously in her bathtub with the bubbles up around her neck and a half empty bottle of red wine next to her glass on the tile floor!That night, she'd cum so strong and loud that the Spanish maid Felicia, pushed open the door in alarm; thinking her mistress had slipped in the tub!

One of Annette's hands came back around to the front his trousers and snatched his cock though the fabric of his pants. Through the material she noted she could wrap her grip around the shaft to hold it like a veiny tennis racket however she was unable to close her fingers together; a good sign for her! As for the length....she wagered he was in the category of barnyard livestock and if he did not work out as an intern, there was always the possibility of throwing a saddle on him for Sunday rides through Hyde Park! Both her hands came around and fumbled with that belt and zipper of his as high up above, two hungry mouths devoured each other in a gluttonous feast of sucks bites slurps and chews; sounding as if particularly good soup was being eaten and all diners had left their manners at home!

Her cunny began to dew up hard from the press of his fingers against her red swollen little starter button; which throbbed and sorely ached as though it might burst beneath its hood and gold ring! His fingertip grazed across the hood and the ring itself; pulling it back away from the pink nub. Another digit that was slightly drier accidently brushed over the organ's bald head; creating a friction that made her throw back her head and her suck her breath in! The tigress liked it and looked as if she might roar with joy!

He brought his fingers down and pushed them into a cone at the juicing moistness of her hole. The entrance was now both slick and wide and he pushed them up and in past the entrance to baste his digits in the snug warmth of her inner truffel making her gasp as if all the wind had been knocked from her. He curved his fingers slightly as they plunged in up to the knuckles and found her inner dynamo; a mass of nerves and distended pink flesh!

Annette's eyes narrowed as she felt the friction of those very same fingers as they brushed over her g-spot. The sensation produced a joyous shout that rose up out her lungs in a heartfelt OOOHHH YESSS! JUST LIKE THAT! OH YES! YES! YES! before she mashed her lips back to his, latching on with more the furious wet suction and torrid feeding of hungry mouth against hungry mouth! As his hands strummed away at her sex, his belt buckle "jingled" open under the touch of her fingers. A split second later his snap and zipper "clicked" and "whizzzzzzzed" as the last restraints of his trousers had yielded to her persistent fingertips.

His pants came down next, as did her skirt, then his boxers. Shortly thereafter; two sets of bum-cheeks and legs were free and unencumbered by clothing that now lay heaped on the floor. She kissed him hard again pulling; his cock in her hand and wondering what she could possibly do with all of THAT which was throbbing away in her palm!

She looked down and OH DEAR YES! It most certainly was as immense as she'd thought! He could very well split her in two with that thing and she was more than ready to try! Another hungry kiss and then he and she pulled apart as her hands made short work of the tie. She hated that tie on him anyhow- nearly as much as she did that belt of his; he'd be getting new ones from her soon she'd already decided.

With the tie on the floor in the growing mound of clothes, she now pulled his shirt off up over his head and off of his arms; making it sail over her shoulder and having it land somewhere by the window. He now stood before her in all his glory. She stood before him wearing her blouse and business jacket, her skirt on the floor; quite bottomless however save her black heels as she paused to look him up and down.

He was all wire sinew bone and muscle just as she'd estimated; she could always forecast a firm or a soft market from ten miles away and she thought him to be quite bullish indeed by all appearances! What's more, she'd seen him toil, listened to him speak, heard him try to influence her and others with articulate points of view on complex minutia. She immediately surmised there was a mind harnessed to this engine and that fact made her wet as a spring picnic!

She continued looking up and down, up and down, (grinning and smiling with tight lipped approval); much as a champion formula one driver inspects an engine ahead of a race. He'd do! He'd do and fucking then-some!

"Y'know," she said as her eyes came up to meet his while her hands reached out to his cock and frig at it, "that was a really good stout slap you handed out back there; not to hard but not too damned girly! There was a man on the end of that hand who knew 'measure and control!' ...I like that!"

"Your slap stung nicely too!" he answered with eyes looking straight back at hers and his lips curving slightly in a confident smile that appeared for a nano-second but not so fast as to escape her detection. Confidence! GOOD GOD ITS CONFIDENCE! She saw his in that briefest instant unmistakably in spades, and a shiver rand up and down her spine that made her bare ass prickle with goose flesh from it! The coolness left however as quickly as it had arrived for now she had a glowing pile of stoked coals in her boiler and she'd just picked up a full head of steam!

She spun around and leaned out over her desk to gaze out at the city skyline through the window; the dropping sun and the tall buildings of the Southwark district providing her with the perfect backdrop for what was about to happen. It was too early for twilight on that June night, but it would come, and more importantly; so bloody-well would she! Damned good and hard!

She lowered herself onto her elbows over her own desk (behind which she'd made countless deals, built dozens of fortunes, dashed hopes, fulfilled dreams, and planned schemes worth hundreds of millions of pounds), until she rested on her belly and with her hands; she pulled up the coattails of her ladies business jacket to offer her bare bottom up to him! It would've appeared as a supreme gesture of good will and making-of-amends to him at first glance, (if it were not for the fact that it was also a means to supreme selfish gratification for her, and they both now knew this). She cracked the whip, made things happen, and told people what to think all through the week; as she'd done every week and for the last seven years; as one who is dominant and in charge will always do. Now she wanted to be weak and humiliated; to release all responsibility and be the one dominated. She glanced over a shoulder and looked him in the eye again.

"You like my slaps across your cheek, do you?" she asked, "Well perhaps I need yours on mine from time to time. Now let's see how well you can work with THESE cheeks!"

He knew what to do. Just as in college with spoiled little coed girls who teased and found themselves across his lap... he knew what to do. He'd given it to them then and he'd give it to her now! Up came his hand, high in the air. He brought the thumb and four fingers down with the skill of a practiced surgeon across her rump, producing a punctuated gunshot FWAP!

Her head bolted up in the air and her body reared back with the impact! Her lips released a wailing howl of AAAAAAHHHHH! as if she'd just stepped across hot coals! He pushed her back down to the desk. That .......was spank number one.

She wondered if he'd put all his best into that first one and would now paddle her arse like a limp-wristed hair-stylist; having spent himself in the first go! She was happily wrong however for as his hand came down again, it struck with the same thunderous force that made her head fly back again with wide eyes in a wonderfully tortured howl of AAAAAAGGHH! As she bobbed her head from side to side to shake away the delightfully humiliating sting she now had her answer; he most certainly did have more in him -just as the first! That .......was spank number two!

His hand was high again and fell with another vicious FWAP! that knocked the wind from her momentarily. When the air came back in her lungs she let out a hoarse cry that was a half-sob half-roar of anguished EEAAAAAGGGHHH OOHH HOH! HO! HO! as her eyes teared and her ass hopped up and down to try and shake away the hornet sting smack that had just nailed her! That was spank three............. and Brad was just warming up!

Her flesh was already showing a red blush from just the three smacks. The sting had her whimpering and wailing now, but at the same time there was distinct and persistent throb that began to build in her clitoris. She knew that throb and only a few people had ever been able to achieve it by corporal punishment alone! The fact that a spanking had brought it out (and so bloody soon), well; she was impressed-she had to admit!

Fear and curiosity now fused with pain and pleasure; making a wonderfully dangerous cocktail for her senses and perceptions. She brought her hands back to shield her reddened arse from more of his blows but he was too fast. It was most certainly not his first time playing at this game!

He snatched first one of her wrists and then the other until they both were captured and secure in one of his large hands. He had her now fast with both her hands behind her back. He bent down and scooped his necktie from the floor with his free hand before she knew what he'd done and then he proceeded to bind her wrists tightly. She wasn't going anywhere and she knew it; what's more she LOVED IT- OH HE WAS GETTING HIGH MARKS FROM HER NOW IN THE BACK OF HER HEAD!

He held her hands by the improvised binds with enough length at one end so that his hand could steer her arms out of the way as easily as manipulating the tiller of a sailboat. She whimpered pitifully but in her wicked little mind she was on fire with curiosity as to just when the blows would begin and what he would do next; making another dribbling dew accrete in her sex. The other hand it would seem was was free to do as it pleased and what it pleased to do now was "explore" and caress the reddened flesh of her bottom!

His hand moved to the already savaged flesh and instead of raining down more, he gently massaged and kneaded the warm reddened cheeks; soothing the stings away. Annette closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the wondrous decadence of both his touch and the fact that she'd let such a handsome subordinate treat her so. The fact that the tables had turned so quickly and she'd been placed in a vulnerable position by him without hesitation made this tightrope dance of trust versus punishment and pain all the more delicious for her!

The hand smoothed the flesh around, pushing the muscles of her glutes before moving up under her blouse and long jacket that had ridden up in the struggle. He moved along her spine massaging the knots, cricks, and twitches out of a dozen muscles on its way up to her shoulders; making circles of motion and pinching grips of tissue all the way up. With every pinch and squeeze of the hand she felt the tensions and worry that had entrenched themselves in her spine melt away like hot wax to a flame! All that remained for her was the sensation of the caresses, the sound of their breathing, and the sound her own mewing as another little knot or crick would melt away under his touch!

He looked down at the form he now worked upon. He was an artist when he sculpted in flesh and this was a particularly fine canvas to work upon. He'd known she was skinny from all the time she and he had worked together but now he could feel the muscle tone and sinew on this slender feline beauty and understood. She had the long body of a Bolshoi ballerina; everything about her slender form punctuated by slender elastic grace masking strength and athletic power - like a cat she was! A pure calculated hunter of a CAT, and despite the fact that he had her tied with her hands behind her back and bent over her own desk; her heart shaped ass cheeks now bumping the head of his veiny cock, she had him EXACTLY where she had intended him to be! She might have just as well had pounced on him and gobbled him up in one gulp she had him so fast! Her emotional intelligence worked that way....she knew sometimes; you must appear weak or even BE weak (just a little), so that you can yoke the strengths of the other to your needs!

In a gesture of mutual trust, he dropped the end of the tie in his hand and her wrists thumped on her magnificent bum with a thud. She did not try anything, she only relaxed and bathed in the pleasure of his other hand coming up beneath her blouse and jacket; gripping and circling at her flesh and smoothing away dozens of times she'd tensed her back up that week over one irritating development or another. Her cunny pulsed, ached, and throbbed now as both hands joined up at her shoulders to knead and rub her tensions away to nothingness until his fingers moved to her neck and the base of her skull.

She was glad she hadn't worn the lady-tie today; her blouse now being open around the neck allowed his hands to come up and around to run fingers through her hair. Those same fingers began to wander; stirring the blood around and massaging her scalp. She moaned drowning in bliss and closed her eyes with a happy sweet smile as the hands began to gently tug at her hair in nice firm little pulls that felt absolutely splendid!

His penis brushed the meaty lips of her sex; the mushroom bell-head actually poking at entrance by accident as he continued to massage her scalp. The hands moved back down own her neck and spine to find the middle of her back; kneading the flesh all the way and making her want to purr! She was juicing well now and decided it was, "no time like the present" to do something "impish and naughty."

Her pretty head of short hair turned to look back over her shoulder and made a grin. She pushed back against the cock at the entrance to her puss-hole and let the laws of physics and anatomy do their dirty work! His cockhead pushed straight on through the opening and both lovers felt an electric shudder of joy!

He was now sheathed inside her by a quarter of his penis! She gasped as she adjusted to the lovely stretching penetration. He was instantly distracted by the sweet clinging feminine "wet-warmth" of her sex! Her eyes met his and her face morphed into the most devilish of smiles as she said,

"In all the way now Brad.....hope you're not done spanking me; I've been simply awful to you! A real man might want a little payback?" Her suggestion of course was totally unnecessary. He knew what he was about and he knew what she needed; felt it, saw it before him and smelled it! She knew that he knew. This made it all the more better!

The masseuse hands went high again to knead at her shoulders before they came down from her back to seize both of her lovely dancer hips. Brad pulled himself up into her halfway in one thrust. She yelped at the unexpected stretch that beer-can cock of his provided her and then caught her breath while he waited patiently.

Her lips trembled and she screwed her eyes shut for a moment. Presently a smile returned to her face. She nodded her head as if to say "ready here," and with that he thrust himself deep up inside the remaining distance of travel in one go; massive balls swinging up to smack her clit in pleasant little love tap of Newtonian physics. Her eyes went wide her mouth made an "O." She was speechless with quaking delight and could only gasp! A moment later however, she found her voice and the sound of OHHHHHHHH BRAD YEAAAHHH! echoed throughout the corridors of the office floor trumpeting the boss lady's approval!

Brad waited a second for Annette to get used to what was lodged inside her and then he began to thrust hips against quim in a deliriously pleasing glide-motion for both people! His hand came up as Annette bit her lip, and with the same force as before; he brought it down FWAPPP! onto her ass; timed perfectly while his cock was on the forward stroke! A call of AAAAAAAHHHH! escaped Annette's lungs as her pain and pleasure had now at last begun to fuse themselves together into one harmonized sensation. In the aftershock of his smack, a great smile spread across her face! She had what she needed and now she wanted MORE! She got it, in rapid fire succession.

Brad's hand went high again -only this time the blows fell with greater rapidity; each one landing FWAP! in a scorching impact on her bum only to be repeated again and again as the spanks fell like FWAP FWAP FWAP FWAP against Annette's quivering flesh! The effect was positive and immediate, she howled and wriggled with joy as a bad girl should when she'd earned a spanking from one she'd tormented so!

The blows rained down over and over as his cock slewed back and forth up into her cunny which now juiced like a ripe mango being pressed! She lost her sense of time and the seconds and minutes blurred together like watercolors into something cloudy meaningless as now all her mind cared for was the delightful stinging slaps and the plowing stretching fucks! FWAP! FWAP! FWAP!
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