Thread: Making it Right (Ruphhausin and HeatherHeart)

HeatherHeart said She squirmed on his lap as she felt him sliding her skirt up her legs, past her waist, revealing her thin, red cotton panties. Her toes curled and legs kicked a little, but she couldn't get leverage to do anything about it. Each squirm pushed his hard shaft into her stomach, almost as if it were a promise of more things to come.. or in this case a threat.. And then he shifted to keep her in place as suddenly her butt was bared, his strong, large arm holding her in place as she was completely unprotected from his interests. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was even allowing this to happen, but she had been too well trapped! He had her every way that he could, and she could always refuse.. and go to jail.. And then she shrieked out in shock and pain as he began spanking her with hard, fast strokes over and over.. it seemed like it wouldn't end as her butt burned with fire, each stroke making her wince and hurt more. She hadn't been spanked since she was ten years old, and here she was being spanked by her boss? It was humiliating and embarrassing and she felt three inches tall as she could only lay there over his lap.. his shaft.. and take it. And then he talked again about her being his slave.. that he was her Master.. and she flushed hotly at the words as tears streamed down her face to splash on the floor. There.. was more after this? She had somehow prayed it would end after this one meeting... She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, before she said quietly, responding to his direction as her red butt pointed to the ceiling and her panties lay on the floor below her heeled feet, I'm... I'm sorry, Mr. Miles. I.. I'll do.. anything.. to.. to please you, whatever it might.. might be. She had no idea what he might have in mind, but she only knew she had to get through it and wait for all of this to be over. For now, he seemed to have all the control.. her.. Master.. Click to expand... Devon laughed softly, a slightly wicked tone to the sound as he continued to tease Tara's pussy. He was moving his fingers in ways that he knew had to be driving her a bit crazy, and he was wanting that very thing to be happening to her. He had to let her see that he was in total control of everything that was happening, and that she had no reason to doubt he was capable of staying in control. He then moved his fingers on her clit, watching her responses as he spoke to her more about her servitude to him. I have been watching you, and I really to like what I see, Tara. To answer a question that may be on that mind of yours, yes I am going to make you my sexual slave, as well as my slave in every other way I wish. I see the potential in you for you to be the perfect Fucktoy, and we are going to start immediately working on that. Perhaps I will let you go after a while and just return to the duties of your new job here at the back after a while. He pondered that aloud, two of his fingers pushing inside of her pussy suddenly as he spoke that last sentence. He stroked her perineum with his thumb, wanting her ultra-sensitive as soon as possible. He then gave her his second order of the hour, loving how her pussy felt around his fingers as eh moved them slowly in and out of her sex. Get the damn blouse completely off, Tara. I will move enough for that, but you will not move in any other way other than getting your blouse and bra off and putting them there on the floor in front of you.