“It’s over, Linda. We’re even.
“No,” she sobbed, “Two more for jumping up. Make them as hard as I gave you. Please.”
She disengaged, smiled wanly at me, and turned and bent, submitting herself for her final painful punishment.
“Hold still, I will do them quickly.”
THWACK!
“OH!”
THWACK!
“Ahhh!”
She stayed down, her knuckles white as she gripped the desk. Her wantonly squirming buttocks mesmerised me as she attempted to cope with her overloaded senses. Her groans seemed almost of pleasure. I wondered if she was actually experiencing orgasm.
“The lotion. Please, Dan,” she gasped.
She had the forethought to put lotion on her desk and I squirted it on her with trembling hands. I caressed and soothed the damage I’d caused moments before. She moaned and spread her legs in obvious invitation. I slipped one, then two fingers into her hot, wet cunt. Her hips bucked and soon I was in no doubt she was climaxing. I kept frigging her pussy until she’d calmed down. Then reluctantly removed my fingers and stepped back to take in the view of her sprawled, naked and red-arsed over her own desk in complete abandon. I wanted to fix it in my memory for all time.
My cock was rigid. Could I ask her to suck it? The furthest I’d ever gone was a few hand jobs, including hers last year.
“Dan, for god’s sake fuck me.”
That answered that. I tore off my pants, grasped her hips, and slid into her pussy’s hot velvet embrace.
“Oh my god, Linda.” I held myself motionless, buried in her up to the hilt, pressed against the burning skin of her ass, glorying in the sensation. I began to thrust, slowly so as not to explode, in and out of her cunt. She was still gripping the far edges of the desk, tits flattened against the desk. I gloated over her dishevelled red hair, her pale back, the line of her spine leading to her flaring hips.
She moaned and I started to thrust harder and harder. Her pussy tightened on me and I pumped semen into her over and over, gasping in ecstasy. I kept pumping until her own gasping stopped and slumped on her back. I kept my softening cock inside her, wanting to prolong this mad dream as long as possible until she asked if she could get up.
We sat facing each other in the chairs we had sat in so often before, but never naked, and with Miss Gray – Linda, wincing as she dropped her weight on her welted buttocks.
The ridiculousness of it struck me and I started giggling uncontrollably, which set her off which broke the ice somewhat.
“I suppose I had this coming,” said Linda ruefully.
“We’re definitely even now. Should we talk about what just happened? I asked.
“Yes,” she said, wincing again and standing. “But maybe not right now. No, stay there, I just can’t sit comfortably. Anyway, I’m two orgasms ahead. Better pay up.”
And with that, she knelt in front of me, never breaking eye contact, and took my penis into the warmth of her mouth.
Yes, the conversation could wait.