Barbara Skinner - Lust is a many splendored thing

On her knees, Erin moved to keep from being pulled off them, and she was brought to the sides of his thighs. Carla jerked on the rope, and Erin pushed herself up to lie across Jack's lap. Standing a few feet away, Carla held the rope taut between her hands and Erin's cuffs.

Braced, Erin waited, but nothing happened. Then she gasped as the humid base of his wine glass glided damply over her raised ass.

He set his glass aside, and his palm came down sharply against her ass cheeks. Her breath caught, but she did not make a sound. His hand dropped again, and a stinging went through her tush. She felt his erect cock pressing up against her abdomen. His hand rose and fell, and the rounded cushions quivered beneath it. Her arms held straight out from his side by Carla, Erin pressed her lips tightly together. She could not escape the spanking, and so she surrendered to the heat and the vibrations it sent through her. The smack of his hand against her flesh seemed very loud.

"She's all wet again," he said to Carla.

"Maybe she wants to be anchored down, while she's punished on your cock," Carla said, and Erin's heart beat faster. "Maybe she wants to feel you jabbing up into her cunt as you slap down against her ass,"

Carla offered. "And isn't it glowing a nice pink now?"

"No," he said, and pushed Erin forward off his legs.

She fell to the carpet with a shocked expression, and looked up at him.

She wondered what she had done to displease him. She rose up onto her hands and knees, and did not notice that Carla was moving around behind her, or that the rope was now hanging beneath her.

"I know what she wants," he said as he stood up, and he moved around in front of Erin. "You want my come, don't you?"

"N-no," Erin stammered as she looked up at him, and did not know why she was denying the truth.

"Admit it," he said as she stared up at his huge erection.

"I…" she faltered, and Carla pulled the rope tight, which drew it up at an angle from her cuffed wrists and into her slit.

"Say it," he told her as he took a step back.

"Yes," she gasped as she strained to follow him, which caused the rope to pull fully into her furrow, since Carla stood between her calves. and held the rope almost straight up from the undercurve of her body.

"The words-say them," he demanded as he took another step back.

"I-I want it," she gasped as she strained her neck toward his prod, and as the rope pulled in the wetness of her cleave, and against her pulsing clit.

"What? What do you want?" he asked as she strained to lift her mouth to his cock.

"Y-your cock," she answered, and her hands pushed against the floor as her knees and feet shoved against it.

"Where?" he asked as her mouth moved closer.

"In my-in my cunt. I want your cock in my cunt," she blurted out as her snatch throbbed against the rope.

"Where else?" he asked as Carla let her move forward by fractions of an inch.

"My ass. My mouth-anywhere you want to put it," she assured him, and he could feel her breath against his knob.

"But its my come you want now, isn't it?" he taunted as her lips quivered toward his tool.

"Yes," she sobbed as her clit flared against the damp rope.

"My come?" he asked, and reached out over Erin's head for the rope, which Carla handed to him.

"Yes," she gasped as he pulled the rope taut in the cleavage of her ass.

"Where?" he asked as her lips just brushed against his cock's head.

"Anywhere-my cunt, my ass, my mouth," she promised, and her lips brushed against the velvet soft bulb.

"Your face?" he asked as he eased back just enough to keep her from getting any closer.

"Yes," she groaned.

"Your tits?"

"Yes."

"You want to be showered with it? To be bathed in it?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, yes," she beseeched, and was not aware that they had been moving in a circle.

"Which first?" he asked, and tossed the rope back to Carla.

"In my mouth. I want to have you come in my mouth, and be able to swallow it," she said, and was oblivious to Carla's climbing up to run the rope back through the hook in the ceiling.

"Didn't I let you have me come in your mouth before?" he asked, and caught the end of the rope as Carla dropped it toward him.

"But-but I didn't get to swallow it," Erin quickly reminded him in an apologetic voice, and did not bother to wonder why Carla was putting a leather belt around her waist.

"So, it's really a matter of you wanting to drink my come," he suggested, and handed the rope back to Carla so that she could string it through a silver ring on the back of the belt, and tie it.

"Yes," Erin said, and was willing to be grateful for that alone. "Yes," she repeated, and tried to rise up onto her knees only to find that the pull of the rope held her bound wrists in place.

"Then I think Carla's the one you should be asking," he said, and stepped aside.

To loosen the pressure of the rope against her slit and her anal cleavage, Erin found that she would have to move her hands back, which meant lowering her head and torso. Tensing herself, she shoved up from the waist, and the underarch of her body shoved against the rope, which caused it to pull her hands back toward her thighs. Her back was against the rope, and she could only move her hands out a foot-and-a half from her cunt, but her head was now high enough to give him head.

"C-Carla, can I drink his come?" she heard herself asking "Of course, my dear," Carla said sweetly, and came around in front of Erin. "Here you are," she said as she held out a wine glass that held a load of come, "Oh, don't worry about where it's been," Carla chuckled as Erin looked at it in confusion, "but… it was your cunt it was in.

You just weren't watching me after you cried out," she explained.

"You don't want to drink my come?" he asked.

"No, It's not that, but-" and she cut off as she realized that there was nothing she could say.

Erin pressed her lips to the rim of the glass, and Carla tilted it so that the thick fluid could slowly flow down into Erin's mouth. Erin's cunt rubbed against the rope as she savored his flavor, and finally stretched her tongue out to lick the inside of the glass clean of his spend.

"And what do you say?" Carla chided.

"Th-thank you, Carla Thank you, Jack," Erin said.

"If you're a very good girl for the rest of the afternoon," Jack said,

"I'll put my cock in your mouth, and let you drink my spunk from it."

"Oh, I will be good," she promised.

When he had arrived at the offices, Ben had found them locked, but a note had directed him to get the key from the lobby guard and to wait in Carla's office. As the minutes ticked away, he fantasized about what Carla might have planned, but finally he began to wonder if he should not have stayed with the nubile Amy. His mind moving back and forth between Carla and Amy, he remained aroused, and he did not seriously consider departing.

He heard the outer office's door open and close. There was the murmur of voices, another door opening and closing, and then Carla's office door opened. She walked straight toward him and motioned for him to remain seated. He looked up at her.

"Put your hand up under my skirt and into my cunt," she told him, and his hand lifted to move under the soft fabric and toward the heat of her mound. "Slide your fingers inside," she instructed, and he inhaled deeply as he felt her moistness. "Now, wait here," she said, and turned back toward the door, which caused his fingers to come free of her. "If you become bored you can lick and sniff my taste from your fingers, or you can even use my juices as a lubricant if you want to jerk off."

She went out, and closed the door behind her. He was speechless. It seemed that he should feel insulted, but he did not. Her blatant carnality and her no-nonsense air of command had left him even more aroused. He wondered what she would have him do when she returned.