His direction brought me out of my sensual haze and I repositioned so that my legs were farther apart. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but I was so close to orgasm I didn’t care. I continued teasing myself, my eyes drifting closed as the heat inside me built to a crescendo.
A moan slipped past my lips, but I didn’t stop. I was so close.
The creak of Sir’s chair had me opening my eyes. He had moved around the desk and was sitting in front of me. His posture said he was merely observing, but he couldn’t deny the erection tenting his slacks. The sight of it only spurred me on, intensifying my pleasure.
“Sir…” I moaned loudly. “Oh…Sir…may I come? Please?”
“You may come,” he replied, his voice gruff.
I didn’t hesitate, giving in to the electric storm that erupted in my womb. It spiraled out of control as I held the vibrator securely on my clit. I could feel the gentle pulses as I came, the warmth radiating out from my center.
When I opened my eyes, Sir was still watching me, his eyes locked on my face. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It took a moment for my breathing to get under control, and when it did, Sir instructed me to get up.
“Please me, sweet girl.” His voice was rough.
I didn’t want to make any assumptions about what he wanted, so I whispered, “What’s your pleasure, Sir?”
“You,” he answered simply. “You are my greatest pleasure, pet.”
My heart soared as his words hit somewhere in the center of my chest.
“May I suck your cock, Sir?”
“You may.”
I slowly moved closer, then went to my knees before him. I reached for the buckle on his belt, then worked his slacks open, freeing his cock. I maintained eye contact while I slowly stroked him, gauging his reaction. I didn’t want him to tell me what he wanted, but I intended to use his expression to guide me.
Leaning in, I licked the head of his cock and he moaned. I did it again, remembering how he had instructed me on Friday night. The way he had urged me to take him deep into my throat. I knew he had enjoyed that, so I focused on pleasuring him that way.
“Ahh, sweet girl,” he groaned, his hands sliding into my hair. “I do love your mouth. Take more of me. All the way.”
It took me a few minutes to get it right, but I managed to take his thick cock deep into my throat without gagging. When he held my head down, I swallowed, shifting my head so that his cock worked deeper. I finally pulled back as I fought for breath.
Before I could go back down on him one more time, Sir surged to his feet, bringing me with him. He spun me around, forcing me over his desk.
“I’m going to plow this little pussy. Feel free to come as many times as you’d like, but you must ask my permission each time.”
I moaned as he thrust inside me without warning. I was still wet from my orgasm, but also from the blow job. It didn’t take much for this man to turn me on and I was desperate and aching for him.
Sir held my hips and fucked me, the desk creaking beneath me. I grabbed the edge, forcing myself back so that I met every punishing thrust.
“Sir! Oh, God…may I come, Sir? Please?”
“You may,” he growled as he slammed into me again and again.
My body tensed, my pussy clamping down on him as my orgasm had every muscle in my body locking up. The intensity of it had my mind spinning. I hadn’t expected that.
Sir didn’t stop fucking me. He thrust into me again and again, impaling me harder, faster, deeper until I was once again crying out his name, begging for permission seconds before I came again.
His stamina awed me and it wasn’t until I could hardly move, my body wrung out from the sheer number of orgasms he drew out of me, that he gave in to his release, coming with a roar.
•
After cleaning us both, Sir got dressed and I waited for his instruction. It didn’t come and I realized he was waiting for me to ask permission, as per my punishment.
“Sir, may I get dressed?”
“Yes.”
I hurried to dress while he waited by the door. It bothered me that he was waiting. I felt as though I’d failed him again. We walked out of the building, me following several feet behind him. His truck was waiting at the front doors and he opened the passenger side and waited for me to get inside.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, I waited until he climbed inside before I asked if I could buckle my seat belt. He gave me permission.
A short time later, we arrived at his house. Remembering his rule, I waited until he opened my door for me before I exited the vehicle.
