Scott Sellers - The willing secretary

Paul coughed nervously. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head at Becky.

"What the fuck's your problem?" she snarled. "Miss Morris, allow me to introduce you to Commissioner Hogan," Paul said, standing.

Becky's body went slack. She dropped her forehead into her hand and said angrily, "Are you kidding? You brought me over here to f…"

Paul cut her off with a glare. He strided over to the little man and placed his big arm around the commissioner's shoulders, practically obscuring his tiny head.

"Sir, Miss Morris… or you can call her Becky… is my… ah, mediator. She's had quite a bit of legal experience… in these… ah, matters. I'm sure she'll be able to help you reach an agreeable decision… regarding our little… disagreement."

"Yes, I see," the commissioner said, flinging Paul's arm off his shoulders and walking toward the couch.

Becky studied him closely. He was not bad looking, she thought, for a little shrimp. As she realized he was staring at her with his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth; she figured she might as well humor the little guy. She crossed her legs and smoothed her skirt back so that he could see the dark promise of her bushy cunt. She slowly ran her long sexy fingers along her smooth leg, raking her red fingernails across her creamy inner thighs. Jutting her delicious tits out toward his quivering lips, she slid her tongue around her full pouting lips.

Paul noticed that the couple had taken an interest in one another. He pound his hands together gleefully, and then backed out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

As Becky smiled and thrust out her gigantic tits, she eyed the commissioner's crotch, looking for a tell-tale hard-on. She was pleased to see that the little man packed a remarkably thick cock. The bulge in his pants reached almost down to his knee! Judging from the way he stared at her longingly, she figured she'd be able to satisfy him quickly and then get out of there – to move on to greener pastures.

The commissioner stood next to her and reached over to stroke her warm thigh, rubbing his hand from her knee down to the hem of her skimpy skirt.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked hoarsely.

"Certainly," Becky replied. She was suddenly struck by the self-confidence this man possessed. She felt like he was speaking to her as if he owned her.

He squeezed her thigh tightly before retiring to the bar in the corner. Staring back at the seething secretary, he cast her an unsettling glance.

Becky thought she detected something sinister in his strangely gleaming eyes. No, it couldn't be, she thought. He looks like such a nice little guy. But nonetheless, his curious gaze had triggered a fresh gush of pussy-juice. She moved uncomfortably on the couch, afraid that she might ruin the costly fabric with her dripping cunt-sauces.

The commissioner returned with her drink. He held the crystal glass out to Becky. His other hand was behind his back.

"Here you are," he said devilishly. "I hope you enjoy it."

Suddenly, Becky felt as if a cold breeze had blown into the room. She downed her drink quickly, tossing it straight into the back of her throat. She gasped and choked, knocking her fist against her breast bone after the liquor hit. He had made her an especially strong drink and the booze burned and glowed in her belly. Soon, warm sensations were coursing through her pussy. The booze had triggered the desperate urges that had racked her pussy ever since she had sucked off Eric two days ago. She wanted to get fucked so bad she could taste it. But how could this little man give her the fucking she so frantically requested?

"Would you like another?" he asked, smiling impishly.

Becky wiped her mouth. "Sure, why not?"

The commissioner brought his hand out from behind his back. All this time, he had been clutching a thin leather riding crop. He gently slapped the end of the little whip into the palm of his little hand.

"I'm sorry, you slut! But I'm afraid you cannot have another drink! It's obvious you don't know how to hold your liquor."

Becky stared at him, totally amazed. Her first reaction was to close her legs and cover her tits with her arms. But she sat there immobile, almost hypnotized by the odd gleam in the commissioner's beady eyes. This just can't be happening, she told herself. It's just too weird!

The little man paced back and forth in front of the frightened secretary. "I'm afraid you're going to have to be paid for your bad manners," he said. "I thought you came over here tonight to help me negotiate a little business matter. But instead, it appears you want to carry on like a fucking pig instead!"

With that, the commissioner lashed out and struck Becky across her big fleshy tits with the riding crop.

"Aaaaahhh, shit! That hurts!"

"You bet it does!" he screamed back at her. "But not as much as this!"

He brought the whip down hard again, striking her full force across her thighs. He thrashed her quickly two more times until huge red welts appeared.

"Now, perhaps you'll learn to control yourself," he said brusquely.

Almost unbearable jolts of pain shot through her legs, forcing Becky to scream out in agony. But as much as she wanted to run out of the room, she found herself unable to budge. It was as if her body knew that his harsh treatment would soon pay off in a jackpot of bliss, and she found herself submitting to the little man's flogging punishment.

"Take off your clothes, bitch! I want to see you naked!"

Becky obeyed, ripping her things off as fast as she could, tearing off her skirt and tossing the shredded fabric aside.

"Faster!" he demanded, beating her with his whip. "You're not moving fast enough!"

As she struggled to tear off her blouse, he struck her again and again. Then he jumped up onto the couch and stood over her, continuing his merciless lashing. Becky tried to cover her trembling tits with her arms, but he whacked at her limbs viciously. She rolled over, trying to protect her sensitive tits, but that simply allowed the commissioner access to her creamy asscheeks. He smashed one foot down on her back, trying to hold her squirming body in place while his riding crop whistled through the air and sliced into the firm, succulent flesh of her ass.

"Aaaahhhhh! Ohhhh, that hurts! You're killing me, damn it! Yaaahhhggg!"

He continued whipping her until she felt as if he had blistered every square inch of her tender flesh. But still, he managed to find unabused areas of her squirming, writhing body with the end of his fierce, unrelenting whip. It was as if the terrible-looking little riding crop had a mind of its own as it continued striking her all over.

As the little man breathed raggedly, murmuring incoherently, she squealed beneath him. But the more he punished her, the more she realized she wanted the blows to hun! It was crazy to think anyone could experience pleasure in such a situation! she told herself.

But nevertheless, all this time her pussy had been gushing tremendous amounts of fresh creamy cunt sauce. As she squirmed against the slick fabric of the couch, she lathered her hips and thighs in the churning puddle of her cuntjuice. She was actually creaming in anticipation of being fucked by this madman!

But was he really mad? Maybe she was the one who was mad, since she seemed to be wallowing with strange delight beneath the blows of his whip. But this couldn't be crazy if it felt so good. She finally admitted it to herself. She was getting off on being thrashed. She was finally getting in touch with deep hidden sensations that had always been dormant in her juicy cunt. She loved it – and she wanted more.

"Ohhhhh, you're really doing it now!" she shrieked.

The commissioner paused for a moment. Sweat dripped off his forehead and splashed onto her raw, blistered back.