Chapter 3
Allan Forrest purposely avoided the clock. He kept abreast of the lengthening hour and his need to put aside his work so that he could attend Brad Voight's party. The thirty-six-year-old Senior Vice President of Operations was accustomed to being the last out. The others abandoned their turf for various reasons: cocktails with vendors, dinner meetings with prospective channel providers, or merely to attend the Little League games and tap dance recitals expected of their families.
Allan retained his bachelor's status through his decade-long career. Not only had he no interest in riding double-harnessed, but didn't forecast it, either. His needs were served by a variety of partners, all certifiably healthy and hassle-free.
An attractive man standing six-feet-four, he had a crop of carrot-red hair, crystal-blue eyes, a mustache and trimmed beard. The latter gave him somewhat of a scraggy look that appealed to the ladies of the office. A sharp dresser, he defied any unflattering labels. He had a muscular, well-proportioned body. Allan religiously adhered to exercise and diet, believing those staples the most vital in one's life. He acknowledged the furtive glances by the female population, yet investigated none. It was his contention that few, if any, could truly satisfy him.
Allan funneled all his energies into his job. He heavily networked the premium movie stations plus those in Starbright's basic package. He lobbied for a better lineup, negotiated contracts, added and dropped channels as deals soured. Bottom line, he strove for customer satisfaction. He took seriously outages, satellite interference and poor reception. Few problems left his desk and were resolved elsewhere.
He invested heavily of his time in the company. Twelve and fourteen hour workdays were his norm. Diligently, he endeavored to make Starbright Communications the industry leader.
Naturally, Allan expected a payoff, not in terms of a bonus, but in recognition. When Brad Voight tendered his resignation, Allan envisioned himself succeeding him. A devout believer in the reward system, that honor rightfully belonged to him. He expected rivalry. Who wouldn't want to rule the corporation and place his or her mark on it? As others vied for that title, so had he.
Allan expected his technical skills to win over Griffith. The man respected his base of knowledge, perhaps more than any other executive. When Allan attended a meeting, he brought a wealth of invaluable information, for which they were all dependent. He was, put short, a walking library.
He deemed crucial completing his analysis of expense data before arriving at the party. Should Griffith wish to discuss their current growth in relation to their costs, he had the numbers learned. His photographic memory rarely failed him.
While accessing the spreadsheet on his computer, the telephone rang. He fetched the instrument without leaving the rows of figures. "Forrest."
"Hi," came the sheepish, female voice.
"Good afternoon, pet," he said with measured cheer. "How are you feeling?"
"Rather naughty."
A slight grin came as he cursored down the screen. "What have you done to warrant that confession?"
Her tone grew huskier. "I masturbated without permission."
"I see." He scanned the displayed columns, taking mental snapshots. "What brought on this surge of rebellion?"
"I was in a stall in the ladies room, thinking about you, master. Your big cock was on my mind. I dwelled upon a previous scene in which I only wore a pair of hose and you ripped a hole in its center, then stuck your dick into me. Remember, master? You pulled out and wiped yourself all over my spoiled stockings."
"A true highlight, I'd say."
"I started fondling myself. My excitement intensified, and I abruptly orgasmed. I sat there, shaking, trying to collect myself for possibly ten minutes. It was a very good orgasm."
Allan preferred submissive women. He was not entirely committed to bondage, in which public humiliation and pain were commonplace. His expectation was solely unconditional surrender to him.
The woman on the phone was Deborah, a luscious brunette who appreciated his dominant approach. A saleswoman of corporate real estate, they had started as nodding acquaintances, then discovered their mutual passion for kink. Deborah's appetite mirrored his. She craved the aggressive male who asserted control.
Even while he worked, his cock swelled in his pants. It had a mind of its own. His analytical brain continued to function as a tape recorder, processing statistical data. His body, however, had other ideas.
"Where are you now?" he quietly asked.
"In my car, on my cellular phone."
"Drive here at once. By then, I shall decide your punishment."
"Yes, master. I will be there."
"Yes," the five-foot-eleven brunette murmured as Allan pinched her nipple. Her breasts weren't large, but perfectly shaped and deliciously firm. The thick stub protruded from his thumb and forefinger. "Yes, master."
Allan refrained from smiling. Deborah exhibited tremendous discipline. Though whimpering, she never shrank from his twisting digits. She stood naked, rocking on her high heels, welcoming his brusque handling. When exhaling, she tousled her brown bangs. Her beautiful face transformed into a mask of sublime pleasure. Slim and lithe, she had an outstanding body.
They were in his office, with the door shut and locked. Allan rejected acceptable risks. Knowledge was power; he vowed no individual would have that over him. The building had been vacated except for the custodian of the floor. Allan forbade him to clean unless he furnished a signal.
Allan tweaked her other nub until it stood at a pronounced point. The woman, ten years younger, savored his sleek expertise. He towed the line between pleasure and pain. Disliking the latter, he made certain to stay at the fringe. Assuming control, driving their passion, was his preference.
He held no affection for the woman, nor did she spout her love for him. Each knew their roles. He was simply her master, she his slave.
Allan's second twist produced a throatier gasp that ended in a smirk. Her dark eyes misted, then glazed over. He glanced down her front and noted the exuding moisture on her pink petals. Deborah had shaved, at his instruction. Her arousal was plain to the eye.
"Give me your wrists," he ordered.
Deborah did not hesitate. She offered them at once, swallowing roughly. He retrieved a silk scarf from his desk drawer and bound them. The material didn't dig into her flesh-that would have contradicted their earlier understanding. She trusted him not to hurt her. He fulfilled her craving for a dominant male without invalidating that agreement.
Incapacitated, she awaited his next directive.
Allan ran a finger up and down her nude flesh. He tested her reflexes. Again, Deborah held them in check. She shivered, but never bolted. He circled her navel then stopped at her shorn pussy. That bare section whetted his appetite. By shearing her pubes, she opened herself to heightened sensitivity. That enhanced reception, in Deborah's case, bred multiple orgasms.
"You shall not touch with your clit," he sternly told her. "Not without my permission."
"Yes, master."
He avoided the swollen bud within her sticky cunt lips. Tracing its gummy border with his thumb, he watched for her trembling. He inched into it, going into the hole. She sucked air through her clenched teeth, but did not move. Tiny cries bubbled from her throat. Her pussy soon received his whole finger. He went into her slowly, savoring her spongy pulp. Slick sounds evolved.
"Oh, God," she moaned, responding to his pump.
"You may not cum. Resist the urge. Do you understand."
"Yes."
Allan held his gape of her tormented expression. Deborah's loins were hot and wet, plainly aching for cock. His dick stretched at her, clamoring for some wet smothering. He wanted to lay her across his desk and fuck her hard. A devout disciplinarian, however, he barred himself from temptation. He would only go into her when his patience became exhausted and his body screamed for relief.
He relied upon his inflexible restraint to see him through.
After finger-fucking her for moments, he withdrew. Her cunt nectar dripped from his digit. He brought it to her quivering lips. "Suck your juices off me."
Deborah gladly complied. Her tongue darted at his proffered digit, cleansing him with saliva. Bending her head, she took him into her mouth and drenched him with more. He emerged without a remnant drop.
"Very good, pet. You're compelled to obey." He cupped the top of her head and pressed. Immediately, Deborah kneeled. He could feel her hot breath on his cock. He throbbed, longing for her clasping lips. "Suck me, pet. Make my dick juicy with spit."
He gripped her by the hair, swinging himself at her. She opened her mouth, extended her tongue. He steered into it, observing her steady gobble. His cock disappeared in several gulps. He gave her the whole thing, basking in her sweet clench. Her tongue slithered against him, distributing a barrage of tingling love. Crushing him with her lips, she welcomed him into that orifice. His balls bulged at her sopping entrance as she soaked the rest of him. Saliva oozed from the corners of her lips. Her mouth was as juicy as cunt. He leaned into her face, groaning, enjoying the rush. Seconds later, he eased himself from her slobbering embrace.
"Yeah," he muttered, somewhat dazed by the pull of her sweet mouth. He moved his hips, returning into that baking warmth. He stuck himself into her gorgeous face, then withdrew all but his enlarged cockhead. "Suck me."
Deborah absorbed him to the root. It was no small accomplishment. Allan, having measured his own cock, recognized her ability to swallow his eight inches. He boasted length and width. She handled his two-inch diameter without a hitch.
He deprived her of stroking him. The silk scarf disabled her wrists. Her fingers clawed, yet she refrained from escaping his knot.
Allan clasped her head and fucked her face a little while longer. He made sure she thoroughly lubed his dick with spit. Those lips provided friction, but not nearly to the degree he yearned.
At last, he backed away from her sucking lips. Strings of saliva attached him to them. He grappled with his will power. The impulse to cum all over that face gripped him. Only by a slim margin did he repel it.
He dragged her to her feet. She swayed on her high heels, prepared for whatever struck him. He did not hold her in suspense. Calmly, he turned her around and propped her against his desk. He confronted those luscious butt cheeks. They were of lip-smacking quality. They opened with a push of his thumbs. Her anus winked at him.
Yes, he hungrily thought. Yes.
Deborah, unruffled, lazed across his desk, agreeable to whichever orifice he chose.
He put his mushroomed head at her wrinkled hole and pushed. Her butt hole opened for his saliva-greased bulb. Into that tight, hot space, he sank.
"Yeah," Deborah moaned, receiving him.
Allan groaned, fitting himself into that narrow groove. Those small, smooth buns took him in ravenous mouthfuls. His spittle-slick shaft disappeared into that delightful butt. When he fully submerged himself, his chin craned over her shoulder. He saw her fingers claw and perceived her tension. The silk scarf locked her slender wrists, restricting her freedom. A whole lot to fuck, he initially overwhelmed Deborah. He filled her ass with his big cock.
"Yes, master," she whimpered. "Yes, master."
Reaching around her, he palmed her tits and enclosed those thick stubs. He hugged himself to her writhing body, methodically pumping her. The air rushed out of her when he smashed everything into her crack. His balls pressed her shivering cheeks. His dick throbbed in the heart of her dark squish.
"Do you like that, pet?" he asked, catching his breath.
"Yes, master, I do."
His hands left her tits and went around her throat. He caressed it, rubbing her silky flesh. His fingers encompassed her neck, yet didn't tighten. He deemed holding a woman in such a manner extremely sensual.
Sweat coursed from his face as he stuck his entire dick in her. His balls bumped her quivering rump. Deep into those sumptuous cheeks, he plunged. He loved the conflict of her anal walls. She was a hot, tight squeeze.
Pinning back her butt flesh, he inspected the protruding section of himself. The pink band gripped his massive girth. Her capacity to absorb him kept him rigid. The woman didn't, for a moment, protest his rear entry, nor did she try to dodge his oncoming cock. His consecutive thrusts kept her spread, held the crescents of her ass apart.
Perspiration caused his beard to glisten. The salty wash rinsed over his copper-colored matting. He exuded a profusion of sweat while pounding her ass into submission. Precum seeped from his dick while fucking her.
Deborah had been tolerant of the pleasure he obtained. She held still, offering her ass to his descending cock. She had repaid her act of defiance-masturbating without permission.
He groped her pussy. Her mound was absolutely soaked. Taking his dick through the back door had been stimulating for her. He put a finger on her clit and jiggled.
"Oh, God," she murmured, vibrating against him. She became animate, gyrating her hips. "Oh, master. Don't stop. Please."
Her clit swelled beneath his skilled digit. It didn't take much. Deborah heavily sweltered, turned on by his manual relief. Juice anointed his fingertip. He slammed into her from behind, keeping her butt full, then reared back and gave her some more. His balls pummeled those heart-shaped cheeks. He enjoyed their pleasing thump.
Her nipples were at total extension. He pinched them with his free hand. Instantly, Deborah came. Having him fondle her clit and nipple had overheated her.
"Ohhh," she wailed, wildly shaking. "Ohhh."
He clutched her body to him, subduing her. His powerful hands tamed her buckling frenzy. He pumped her harder, deriving satisfaction from her seizure-ridden flesh. Although her ecstasy flowered from his expert rotation, he did not stop stroking her button.
Allan emptied his mind of everything but Deborah's smothering butt cheeks. He crammed his dick into them, savoring their pull. An ass was so much tighter and sexier for him. He throbbed within its spongy confines, on the brink of explosion.
"Cum in my ass, master," Deborah wailed. "Cum in my ass."
"Yes, pet," he whispered, digging into her. That soft ass cushioned his ramming. He loved the sensation. "I'm almost there."
Deborah gasped. He rubbed her clit more, doubling her shaking. Pussy juice trickled over his finger. He sensed the rejuvenation of her excitement. "Yes," she murmured, exhaling sharply. "Oh, yes."
Allan shoved his cock into her butt crack, groaning from the wet crunch. She slammed into him, banging him with her soft, supple cheeks. He sliced deeply into them, welcoming the squishy connection. Gradually, the urge to spew overtook him.
Deborah moved like fire against him. Her anus ferociously gulped him. It snapped up his hard dick in large servings. Allan kept pushing into it, urging her to contain him.
"Shoot inside me," she begged. "Please, master. Cream in my butt."
Her husky pleas annoyed Allan. He massaged her clit until she couldn't talk. Her words came out garbled. He swiftly brought her to another orgasm.
"Oh, God," she moaned, convulsing. "Ohhh."
At the height of her contractions, he fed his cum to her bowels. Her ass received his huge load. He flooded her buns with the jism that jetted from his spurting tip. He continued pumping her, letting those powerful muscles siphon the last of it from his shaft.
He withdrew from her cum-saturated butt-hole. Deborah, still shuddering from his finger, moaned on his desk. She appeared numb from taking him in her ass.
He wiped sweat from his forehead. Deborah worked him into a fever. The woman usually provided him quite a workout. Her insatiable appetite and yearning for subjugation were a sweet combination.
Fortunately, Starbright had a shower facility adjacent to his office. Executives who maintained late hours were permitted its use.
"You're invited to shower with me, if you would like, pet," Allan told her. "Otherwise, I have a party to attend."
"May I go with you?"
He shook his head.
Deborah, recognizing her insubordination, solemnly nodded. "I will shower with you, master."
"Be advised, you may not touch me. I can't afford to be detained. If you disobey me, I will have to punish you again."
"I understand, master."
Her eagerness to step in line pleased him. Deborah made an excellent slave.
His arrival had to be timely. He fully expected Griffith to christen him the new president. In his mind, there was no better candidate.
If, for some reason, he chose another, Allan would be forced to do something totally unpleasant.