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In an attempt to expand my (currently limited) erotic imagination a little bit, I've started to try my hand at erotica. This story isn't 100% realistic and has a bunch of shortcomings, but I'm still proud of it for some reason. It also gives a much better sense of what I'm into then a profile or interest checklist.
Moving carefully to avoid losing her balance, Nadia shifted her weight from her new 4" stilettos to her knees. Her wide open brown eyes looked up at me, brimming with fear-tinged innocence, and her moist lips quivered slightly as she licked them nervously. It had been hard work hiding my erection all morning... She was still unused to very high heels and watching he slight awkwardness -- the stilted steps and occasional half stumble -- as she walked around the office in the pair I ordered her to wear was maddeningly arousing.
When she finally walked back around the corner to the old filing room, I decided to move. I savored the backs of her shapely calves and thighs for a moment (revealed where her skirt slid up as she bent over the cabinet) and then locked the door. The click startled her and she dropped the file and whirled around, almost falling over. Recognition quickly dawned as I walked slowly towards her, and now, submissive and on her knees, she looked up at me.
"Master"
My hand moved to the top of her head, and I pulled it back slightly to admire the soft brown 19-year-old face looking up at me.
"Someone has been a good little slut."
"Thank you master..."
Her top was as low cut as she could get away with in an office setting, and I pulled the neckline down with one finger. No bra -- her own special touch, but a good one. I chuckled and mentally thanked the good fortune that brought me such a deliciously eager fuck toy.
"Shirt off."
She lifted it over her head, tits bouncing with the movement. I took it from her, balled it up, and tossed it across the room. If, god forbid, someone did catch us I wanted them to get a clear view of my slut's pert rack -- watching her squirm would almost be worth it.
"Hand's above your head."
I held the wrists together with one hand while the other undid my belt and zipper. Her mouth was already open and I thrust into it, driving her head back against the filing cabinet. Slowly I built up a rhythm, enjoying the warm pressure up and down my dick as much as the moisture that began welling up involuntarily in her eyes when my cock hit the beginning of her throat.
"Have you been practicing with your dildo like I told you to toy?"
She tried to say yes with a mouth full of dick, but it came out more like "ygmphhh."
"We'll soon find out."
I pushed my cock to the base of her throat and kept going. She gagged around it and a bulge appeared in her neck. I paused for a minute, savoring her discomfort and the power she had (happily) given me.
I began thrusting again, increasing the speed and depth until I could see her struggling not to gag.
"Hum for me slut."
Wrapped up in her struggle with her body's reflexes, she didn't hear me. I landed a medium-hard open-handed slap on her cheek. Her concentration broke and she gagged hard. I slid my cock back, all the way out of her mouth.
"Are you going to hum for me slut?"
Gasping for breath she nodded -- I paused a beat and then plunged my cock back in hard, showing my fuck toy no mercy.
The vibrations enveloped my dick and as the tears and mascara ran down her face, I felt myself building to a climax. Her throat seemed like a waste of all the cum I knew I had waiting, so I pulled out and aimed for the pretty face. A stream landed across her eye and she shut both quickly... Another covered her lips, and another her nose and forehead.
I caught my breath and admired my handiwork. Her naked chest heaved violently and the cum glistened all over her face in the light. My finger slid across her cheek until it was covered and I fed it to her. The cringing as it hit her tongue amused me for some reason and I laughed.
"Still not used to it?"
She shook her head.
"Here's some more for you."
I placed my now-flaccid penis in her mouth for a good cleaning. "Stand up."
She rose slowly. My hand shot underneath her skirt before she was ready for it, and to my delight her pussy was soaking wet.
"Panties off."
She handed me her lace thong and I pocketed it.
"Meet me back here at 3 and maybe we can do something about that."
I walked to the door and unlocked it, pausing briefly to listen for footsteps outside without letting on that that I was. I pushed it open and walked out, leaving it ajar. Behind me, half naked, covered in cum, tears and ruined make up, Nadia smiled to herself, glanced at the wall clock, and prayed that anticipatory daydreams would help the early afternoon pass quickly.
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