snatch. She found just the right angle to draw it over her pussy-mound so that it rubbed and stimulated her clit.
Every trip back and forth made her gasp in joy. She got off on this more than she had thought. The sight of the man's hard, thick prick jerking around in front of his body was delightful enough, but knowing she forced him to beat off was great.
'Faster!' she yelled. 'I want to see that ugly cock of yours spurting onto the rug!'
He moved his hand faster. She quickened the tempo by pulling the belt back and forth across her cunt even faster. It was almost as though he were fucking with a cock ten feet long. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the wonderful sensations in her body.
The smooth black leather belt rubbing all over her cunt-lips made her tremble with excitement. The sight of his prick bulging so big and hard in the man's hand did something to her that she couldn't define. She loved her dominance of the entire situation. She had power, real power, and she enjoyed using it.
She gulped and moaned as she came again. The woman pushed a strand of her jet-black hair from her eyes focused on the man's prick just as it erupted. The white gob of jism shot into the air and spattered onto the floor in front of her desk. She stroked the belt back and forth over her cunt a couple more times to get the maximum sensation out of it. Then she stopped.
Sandy pulled up her pantyhose and smoothed her skirt. She settled back into her big executive chair and looked at the white spot on her rug where he had come.
'Lick it up before it stains,' she commanded. The horrified look on the man's face sent an electric-like surge into her pussy again. She loved being the dominant one!
Silently, he dropped to his hands and knees and licked up his come from the floor. She smiled, then sneered at him as he rose to face her again.
'It's all done. Can I go?'
'Here's your belt. And you're fired. I can't afford to have thieving accountants on my staff.'
'But you said…'
'I said nothing,' she cut him off. 'I promised you nothing. You are so Goddamned stupid you didn't realize what you were agreeing to.'
'I'll get you for this,' he snarled, putting his belt back through the loops of his pants.
'How? Will you tell the cops that you licked my shoes and let me beat you with your own belt. Tat I forced you to jerk off? So what? Even if they believe you, it's you who's the crook. I didn't steal a Goddamned cent from this company. If anything, I've made them millions. Now get the hell out of my sight! You disgust me.'
He turned and stormed out. Sandy Kramer smiled as he left. She leaned back in her leather chair and put her feet up on her desk, smiling lazily as she stroked her wet cunt. It had been a good day so far.
CHAPTER TWO
'God, even my tongue gets hard when I watch her walk,' said Paul Carmody. His eyes fastened on the provocative sway of Sandy's ass as she walked to the water cooler. 'Just once I'd like to get into her pants and fuck the living hell out of her.'
'Fat chance, old man,' said Del McDonald, Carmody's chief assistant. 'The word is that she's a cold fish. She doesn't put out for anybody. And you haven't even been giving her the old routine. I think you know she's a lost cause.'
Paul couldn't take his eyes off the woman as she leaned forward to fill her tiny paper cup. Everything about her made his prick stir and twitch. The luscious globes of her ass pushed firmly against her tight knit dress. The way her big firm tits stuck up made his mouth water. He could see her nipples pressing hard against her blouse. He wondered whether she was always sexually aroused or if she used ice cubes on those tiny nipples. No woman could have nipples so erect and hard all the lime without either thinking sexy thoughts or playing with herself.
'She's an iceberg, Paul. Give up and go fuck your secretary or something. Angela's one hell of a fine-looking broad. You can't tell me you don't knock a little off on the side there, huh?'
'Sure, sure, Del. You know how it is with us big-time executives. All the time fucking. When do you think we get our work done?'
'Uh, during lunch?' the man laughed. 'Got to run, Paul. I've got a big deal coming up with one of the mutual funds. They're talking about dropping ten-million dollars if I find the right bond fund for them.'
'The tax-free municipals are a good bet for them,' said Paul. 'Not much return, but they don't have to pay all those Goddamned federal taxes.'
'Yeah, I know. I wish I had ten-million to invest. Shit, for that matter, I wish I had a ten-million!'
'Me too.' Paul dismissed his assistant and went back to eyeing Sandy.
She knew that he was watching her. Sandy always swung her ass in a sexy way whenever there were men around to admire her. She liked to see them drool and get hot looking at her.
Paul's mind drifted away. He thought of how great it would be to grab Sandy and bend her forward. Her legs would spread tide enough for him to poke his prick into her cunt. At first, she would fight. The more she struggled, the more turned on they both would become. She couldn't possibly hope to fight him off. He was too strong. Besides, his iron-hard prick would already be up her seething hot cunt.
His cock would steal come of her desire to struggle. He would fuck her hard, using long, brutal strokes. She would beg for more, and he would give it to her.
Paul felt sweat break out on his forehead. His mouth became dry and his hands trembled slightly. Damn! Why did he let that iceberg of a woman get to him? She had shut down every guy in the office. She was a cold bitch.
She sure didn't fuck around with any of the staff. She was an aggressive woman, but, he couldn't figure out what made her tick. Getting ahead was one thing, but she seemed to want to do it without having any fun along the way.
Paul sighed and turned as Sandy returned to her private office. He hadn't been able to fuck her the entire time she'd been in the office. He didn't really know why. He wasn't that much afraid she'd shut him down. Her chilly manner made her a prize worth more than any of the others. He wanted to make his pitch at just the right time and fuck the hell out of her.
She was a lot like him in some ways that he couldn't quite put into words. Maybe that was why he bided his time. When everything was just right, he'd know it. And he didn't want to fuck things up before them.
Paul went into his office and sat down in a chair only slightly larger than the one Sandy occupied in her office. He was the branch manager, but she was the head of his most important division. Together they handled all the major accounts and racked up millions a year in sales for Marrick, Vickers and Woodward. Paul had to hand it to Sandy Kramer. She knew how to flaunt her tits and ass to the right men. She always sold more than any of his other salespeople.
He tried to work, but found his mind drifting back to the seductive sway of her perky ass. He couldn't get her ass out of his mind. All he could think about was Sandy's tight ass, tasty-looking tits, and well-fleshed thighs.
'Shit,' he sighed as he pressed his intercom button. 'Angie, get that sweet ass of yours in here.'
'Right away, Mr. Carmody? I have a lot of typing to do.' He cursed under his breath. She knew he was hornier than hell. She probably was too, but Angela enjoyed playing these little mind games. He'd show her but good.
'I said move that ass of yours. Now!' He took his finger off the button to find Angela already inside his office door.
He studied her as if for the first time. She wasn't a bad-looking chick, he had to admit. He couldn't really get a knockout for a secretary or his wife would bitch, but Angela seemed just right for a compromise.
She was a little plain, but that was mostly due to the way she dressed and wore her hair. He had seen her really fixed up and looking great. Her face had a classical beauty and her pale complexion turned him on. Her pouting lips promised more than he was likely to get, but the bold thrust of her tits pleased him immensely. The womanly flare of her hips and her meaty ass always set his prick to jerking around inside of his pants.
'You rang, master?' Her voice was small. She sounded frightened.
