Thread: Taboo! (Jack Stalker and AndNich123)

Each strike was sending her further and further down her path, towards another orgasm that her body so desperately craved. The can would connect with her flesh, sending precise lines of pain through her skin, spreading outward, until it consumed her ass. Burning had settled in, along with a dull ache, and she pushed both to grow in intensity. Each punishing blow was an attempt to make everything she experienced stronger, more powerful, despite knowing her hands could only take this torture, this pleasure, to a certain level. As if her life depended on it, Gillian kept pushing, trying to push the plateau that she always found herself frustrated upon. Then she felt something new, something different. Her scalp felt the instant sensation of someone pulling her hair, and her wrists stopped in mid air. The strong hand held her in place as the words cut through the air. Mr. Carter! I.I.No wait! Please! I can explain! I just. His tone was well defined. He wasnt going to listen to her. Her words didnt matter in the slightest. Mr. Carter had come into the room with the goal of taking the situation in hand, and he had done so swiftly. She felt her body pressed into his desk, unable to move, to fight him off, to do anything but rest there and listen to the harsh, heated words coming from his lips. He had slid her across the smooth, lacquered surface with ease. Her nipples pinched as her body weight rested against them. Her skin squealing as he had moved her long was the only sound in the room that could rival his voice. He was manhandling her, clearly. She felt the cane fall from her fingers, and she brought her other hand up near her face where the other one was. Gillian wanted to protest, to try and explain herself, but really what explanation could she give him? The can fell from the wall and landed in my hands as my clothing just happened to fall? The voices in my head told me to spank myself? None of that even remotely made any sense, and in her current situation, it was all that came to mind. The truth was exactly what the scene he had walked in on was. She was a dirty, filthy slut. She didnt even try to kick her feet. No. Gillian lay there still, listening to what he had to say. It didnt even occur to her that he had picked up the cane. She was convinced he was disgusted by what he saw, and her days working with his firm were over. The sound from the cane alerted her to his possession of it, and it also was the reason she began to fear something more. He wouldnt, she thought. She had displayed the audacity to come into his office, strip down naked, and use something on his walls, in his office, to spank her naked flesh with, and she actually thought he wouldnt do something like spank her. She knew he had every right to, and had it been the other way around, she would have spanked him. She winced, her ass tightening, at the feel of the cane as it touched between her thighs. She was more convinced now than ever that he was going to strike her with it. The cane spread her slightly as he began to delve into her wet sex. Gillian paused a moment, holding her breath, unable to believe what he was doing. A simple thought couldnt even form in her mind as she drank the feeling. She panted, releasing her breath slowly, her entire body twitching with each jagged release of air from her. He moved, the cane absent from her cunt, and Gillian released the rest of her breath. His words rang true. Hes disgusted! Hes right! I did this because of my lust for a married man! Im so ashamed! Her cheeks flushed red, and she wanted to cry. Just as her tears were about to flow, he brought her head up. Gillian took in the sight of her body on his desk and his hand in her hair. As much as she hated it, what she saw only excited her more. Her fingernail gripped his desk as she glanced over in the glass searching for his face. The cane caught her attention before she look in the view of his features. She could smell her cunt cream all over the surface. A surge raced through her body. She wanted to lick it, to suckle it clean, but he had other plans as he touched it to her cheek. No matter. It was the contact really that drove her wild. He moved the cane once more, and as she felt it touch her ass, her body braced for impact. No. I know I dont have what it takes to take a married away from his wife. Its why I have my secret fantasy in here. I want to tell you so much, but you wouldnt give me a second look. Gillian knew not to answer him. Punish me yourself? Her mouth slowly opened in shock, wanting to beg him to do so, but Mr. Carter was always one step ahead. His fingers touched her skin, and she felt a jolt. It was electrifying. Sparks danced down her spine as he teased his way down. His hand connected with a smack, and she moaned. He moved before her, issuing what seemed like a challenge after he sat down. Gillian swallowed hard, feeling her head tingle from his grip on her hair. He wants to know. Fine. Ill tell him. She didnt move. Her eyes were locked with his. It was so much easier to think she would tell him. It was another entirely to open up her mouth and speak the words, laying out every sordid detail for him to hear. She would hear them as well, in her own voice. While she had done these things, yes, it was also another thing to explain them, to hear them, to admit to them verbally. She cleared her throat slightly. Alright Mr. Carter. She felt a moment where she wanted to apologize, but it was the intensity behind his eyes that stopped her. Whether it was really there or not, she felt it. He had already shown her he was a man of action. Apologies were weak in a situation like this. He didnt want her to apologize, or so she thought. He wanted details. I come in here whenever the thought of you becomes too much. You see, I watch you every day, walking around here in your expensive suits, your slacks hanging from your waist, covering your ass, your shirts clinging to your body, and I become aroused. I know youre married, and I would never ask you to cheat on your wife. I would never ask you to fuck me until we both cum just so I could feel one moment of satisfaction. So I sneak into your office when my thoughts, my feeling, the stirring between my legs becomes too much to handle. I sit, half naked in your chair, the very one youre in now, and I make myself cum. I take some pleasure in knowing the next day you will sit in my dried slut juices. Its as close as Ill ever get to you I tell myself. Of course I feel bad after I do such an act. So I strip naked and take down your cane. I punish myself for bad, evil, wicked thoughts. I try to make myself cum again. Sometimes I even lay the picture of your wife down and imagine Im being caned while laying over her body. I imagine her naked flesh pressed against my own. I think of what it must feel like to have your cock sink into my tight cunt. Ive never even seen it, but way your slacks fit your body, I can only dream about its size. She closes her eyes, clearly reveling in the thoughts dancing through her head. I want you to push me down and drive your cock deep in all my holes, fucking me until you fill me, leaving me a cum dripping mess moaning your name now addicted to your cock, but I know youre married. Even knowing that, Mr. Carter, I still dont care. I still want all of you inside me. I fucking dream about it. I rub my clit in the bathroom sometimes and smear my cunt cream on your papers before I give them to you, she hisses. I want you to fucking defile me. I dont care if you think about your wife. Hell bring her along, she smirks. I just want your cock stuffed inside my body. Just once Mr. Carter, and if Im not addicted to you, Ill leave you alone. No more secret cum sessions. No more cum smeared papers. No more pens left on your desk that have been inside my cunt, but if Im addicted to you, then Ill do whatever you want just for the satisfaction you can give me. Thats what I want. Youre married? You have a family? I dont care. All I care about is that member between your legs and how it can make me feel between mine.