down the length of her well-oiled cunt-slit. A man's mouth working against her cunt-lips was nice, but having him do it when he would have preferred to simply leave made it all the more thrilling for her. She was in complete command of him. Her every wish was literally his command!
'Faster, lick my cunt faster!'
His rough, pink tongue moved between her pussy-lips and probed up into her cunt. She spread her legs apart just far enough to allow him to really get his tongue into her. Let him strain awhile. She enjoyed this immensely and didn't care if he ended up with aching jaws. All that mattered was how hot she felt.
Her cunt boiled inside. She propped her ass on her desk and sobbed slightly as the man's tongue began reaming her out. He moved it back and forth in her pussy with some authority, so she felt she could harass him.
'Not there, you Goddamn jackass. Are you more used to sucking cock than eating out a woman? What's the matter with you, fuck-head?'
'N-nothing! Just tell me wh-what you want!'
'Your belt.'
'What? I don't understand.' His cock was pressing against his pants now. He wanted nothing more than to whip his prick out and stand up, stuffing it into her juicy cunt which was spread so invitingly before his face. But he couldn't do that. She didn't want him fucking her. She wanted him to eat pussy. She had the knowledge that could send him to jail, so he had to obey her every command.
'Give me your fucking belt. Don't even the simplest of words mean a Goddamn thing to you?'
He pulled his broad black leather belt out of his pants and held it up to her, wondering what she intended to do with it. He found out in a hurry.
The first blow was light. She wanted to get the feel of the leather before she really used it on him. 'Get back to licking my pussy, shit head. Now, damn you, now!' She used the belt with more authority, like a whip. The belt landed with a stinging slap across his shoulders. As he went back to work on her cunt, she applied the belt with more and more gusto to his broad back.
Watching him cringe was only part of the thrill for her. She felt her pussy chum out its thick oils every time the belt bit into his flesh. His tongue worked with greater speed on her cunt now. He even worked up and down her pussy lips so that she felt warmth growing inside.
The sexual tensions mounting in her body would erupt into orgasm if he kept up his tonguing long enough. She continued to whip him. She moved her blows down and found his ass. The man's flabby buttocks rocked every time she landed a hard enough blow. She guessed that ugly red marks were appearing on his buttocks. Perhaps she had even bruised his flesh with her whipping.
The idea that she was so completely in control excited her even more than the tongue-fucking he was giving her pussy. His rough, pink tongue reamed her out deeply enough to excite her, but nothing made her gasp and moan in pleasure like the knowledge of her supremacy.
She was 'only a woman', they'd said. Only a woman, but she could dominate any man. She whipped him harder and screamed, 'Use your Goddamn tongue on my clit, you ignorant scumbag. Haven't you ever had a woman before? Are all your lovers queers? Or do you have any lovers at all? Do you beat your meat to some sleazy magazine? I bet you can't even get a woman to look at you, you son of a bitch.'
His tongue exploded in a wild frenzy of licking. Then he moved so that he could apply his mouth to her pussy and suck. When he did, she thought her guts would flow out of her cunt. The sucking was like heaven to her. She had become more and more horny sitting behind her huge desk making decisions, spending millions of dollars, doing all the things a high-powered executive at a brokerage firm had to do.
'Faster, lick me faster!' She beat him with his belt until she knew his back must look like a piece of chopped meat. It didn't matter any more. All she cared about was the wondrous way he applied his mouth to her cunt-lips and tongued the puffy ridges. Her blood-engorged cunt-lips pulsed mightily now.
His tongue lightly flicked across her clit. The tiny organ had finally poked its sensitive head up. The man's tongue dashed around her clit a few times, then stroked with feathery touches all the way to the pointy tip. That set off her orgasm.
Her climax rocked her hard and she couldn't keep from shrieking. Sandy vaguely worried that her secretary might look in and see what was going on, but it didn't really matter. The woman could keep her mouth shut. She had worked with the male executives in the company for a long time. She was used to them knocking off a piece during their lunch hour. She was probably glad it wasn't her ass they were after now that she had Sandy for a boss.
She shivered and moaned louder. 'My poor little clittie. Give it a good tongue-lashing!' As she mouthed the last word, she renewed her beating with the harsh leather belt. Whipping him stoked her own passions. The feel of his tongue all over her pussy was nice, but the muscular exertion of beating him with his belt really set her off. She came several times in quick succession.
She would have staggered and fallen if it hadn't been for the desk pressing into her ass. She perched herself on the edge of the desk and spread her legs a bit wider. This tightened the skin around her cunt and made the sensations of the man licking and kissing her more intense. She came again. This time she couldn't keep beating him with the belt. Her muscular control was shot to hell by the power and suddenness of her orgasm.
The woman realized the man was getting the upper-hand on her. As long as he thought he controlled her with his tongue, he wouldn't feel put down. He might even learn to ignore the pain she inflicted as she beat him with the broad leather strap.
She couldn't tolerate the thought. His tongue felt good as it licked at her cunt. When his hot breath made the fleecy fur of her pussy-mound stir, it pushed her passions almost to the breaking point. And the light caresses and kisses of his soft lips against her throbbing clitoris would send her into a sexual high again and again. She must put a stop to this at once.
Lifting her foot, she kicked him away from her. The cool air of the air-conditioned room blew across her super-hot pussy. She shivered from the coldness and momentarily wondered if she'd done the right thing. His mouth had felt so damned good.
Too damned good. She was beginning to forget that she was the one in control. She couldn't permit him even the slightest hint that he could dominate her by using sex. Sex was her weapon, the weapon she employed so well to get to the top of the heap.
'You disgust me. You're no good even when it comes to something simple like eating pussy. Maybe you can jerk off. That should be something you can handle.' She laughed at his shocked expression. He had her thick, cunt-oils on his lips and the slight froth was only starting to dry up. But his shocked-look was the most precious of all for her.
She commanded, he obeyed. That was the way she wanted it and that was the way she got it. He stood up. His knees were as shaky as hers felt. He looked down at his thick bulging prick and asked in disbelief, 'You want me to beat off?'
'Yes, yes,' she said, impatiently. 'Do it. Now!'
He rushed to take out his prick. He had felt his cock tenting his trousers ever since the woman had begun to taunt him from stealing all that money. He pulled his cock out and held it firmly in his hand. For a moment, he thought she might come over, take his prick into her mouth and give him head.
Instead, she turned and moved the thick leather belt so that it went between her legs. She held the belt so that she could pull it across her cunt. He watched as she began to move the belt. The black leather was soon coated with her cunt-juices.
'Damn it, jerk off!' she screamed.
His hand started moving slowly up and down his cock. She licked her lips as she watched. His cock wasn't the tiny one she'd imagined this zero of a man might have. It was a good seven inches long. He was well hung for being such a mousy accountant. The thick bulb at his cock-tip pulsed visibly above his hand. She felt her arousal returning, speeding up her heartbeat.
The veins on his prick pulsated. The big vein on top appeared ready to explode as he moved his hand faster and faster. The expression on his face was on that she would cherish for a long, long time. He was as confused, scared and horny as she was.
She moved the belt between her legs with greater authority now. It felt good rubbing against her cunt-lips. The love-juices seeping from her pussy made it slippery. The friction of the belt against her flesh warmed her
