Loading...Lori walked into the conference room with confidence, swinging her hips with each step. Her boss, Ryan, gazed at her legs as she strode past him, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. She took a seat next to his, crossing her legs with a rasp of fabrics as her black pencil skirt slid over her nylons. The meeting chairs were leather, cozy, and the large table was glass. Sitting next to Lori, Ryan had an excellent view of her legs and that’s the way he liked it.
“Welcome to the meeting” Ryan said as he looked down at her feet. Lori’s ruby red toenails shimmered under the light reinforcement of her sheer nylon stockings. She’d worn a pair of her favorite black four inch heels which had a tiny peep toe. The heels wrapped around the front of her foot with a faux bow, presenting two toenails with a third just peeking into view. Her legs looked fabulous covered in a shade of nylon that gave a look of glazed honey to her smooth skin. Ryan admired Lori’s legs in a subtle way that wasn’t gawking yet, clearly, he studied every inch of her silky legs.
Lori looked at Ryan and saw that his attention was still focused on her long silky legs. She smiled warmly at him and said “Thank you.” Slowly she slid her legs together causing a soft rasp. Lori enjoyed playing the puppet master, pulling the strings that made men wiggle. Ryan was her boss, but she was certain she could get him to do anything she wanted.
Ryan’s gaze was still fixated on Lori’s silky stockings while she crossed her legs again, treating Ryan to that rasping only nylons make as they slid across each other. She then made a show bending over to examine the back of her leg. Presenting the back of her calf and checking the dark brown seams that traced the back of her stockinged legs, she ran a ruby red fingernail along the back of her stocking.
As Lori bent forward, she leaned subtlety toward Ryan. This let Ryan have a clear view down the front of her blouse. The white satin top covered her but from the angle she gave Ryan, and with the top button undone, he would have a view of her firm breasts. Ryan didn’t hesitate to sneak a glance at her cleavage that was now aimed at him. He could make out the lacy white top of her bra, just visible inside her blouse.
Lori couldn’t see, but she could tell by the way Ryan shifted in his chair that he was getting a good look at her full breasts. Once Lori was sure that her seams were properly aligned she sat up and smiled and looked at Ryan, watching his reaction.
Unlike the other men in the office, Ryan was much more subtle with his body language. Were most men would now be shifting awkwardly in their chair, trying to hide the erection growing in their pants, Ryan sat calmly and he unabashedly ogled her curves. He knew she was giving him a show and he wasn’t afraid to admire her beauty.
Teasing the men at work had become a hobby for Lori. Success came when she knew she had aroused a man to a point where he was no longer able to think clearly. But Ryan was always in control. It excited Lori that he was obviously interested in her, but frustrated her that she couldn’t get him flustered. She had ramped up her efforts over the last few months, hoping to win a small victory and catch Ryan gawking at her, his last thought lost in the reflection of the light in her nylons.
Others began to enter the conference room but Ryan kept his attention away on Lori. Considering that most of the people walking in were also men, Lori realized that Ryan could stare at her and make suggestive gestures, but the men in the room wouldn’t notice since they were doing their best to covertly ogle her sexy legs.
Lori didn’t think any of them would notice Ryan studying her body since they spent all of their time doing the same. Lori grinned, amused at how all the men gawked at her while at the same time trying not to show it. She already had them conquered and paid them little attention. For now, she pondered what else she could do, within the limits of the dress code, to surprise Ryan.
Lori hadn’t always been a cock tease. In the past she had been a most conservative dresser. She wore trousers most of the time and “comfortable” shoes. She didn’t wear stockings or hosiery of any kind. Lori didn’t even shave her legs regularly. Despite her work ethic and long hours she was passed for promotion for three years. Then after a long chat with her best friend, Cynthia, she changed her approach to Corporate America.
“It’s a Man’s world, Sweetie.” Cynthia had said to her. “But dressing like a man won’t help you.”
“What are you talking about?” Lori had said to her.
“It’s easy, dear. All you have to do is show off those legs, give a peek of cleavage and you’ll see.”
“I’m not a slut.” Lori stated flatly.
Cynthia giggled at her. “You don’t have to sleep with them silly. Just tease them.”
Cynthia’s giggle echoed in Lori’s head as she popped her shoe halfway off her foot and dangled it in front of Ryan. He could clearly see the dark reinforced area on the back of her heel as her foot waggled. Ryan cocked an eyebrow but otherwise made no sign that his thoughts were drifting. A few other men tried to get a better look at the stockings Lori wore.
Lori’s fully fashioned stockings were a rare sight in a modern office and the men gawking reminded Lori of puppies. Eyes fully intent on the treat you hold in your hand, just out of their reach. Puppies that would sit and wait, indefinitely obedient, for a treat that would never come.
The other men subtlety fought to find seats either close to her, or in a position where they could drop a pen and have a nice view of her legs as they picked it up. Lori noted that the few women who now walked into the room also tried to hide something from Lori. Their disdain for her.
Lori knew that the few women in the room hated her for what she did. They wanted the attention she was getting, but found her methods distasteful. To their annoyance, Lori never wore anything that would be considered inappropriate. her skirts were never unduly short and her tops never exposed too much cleavage.
What those women didn’t realize was that Lori used her legs, and more importantly, high quality hosiery to get the attention of every man who glanced her way. Some of the women wore “fuck me” heels that were more daring than anything Lori slipped her feet into. But they all missed that key ingredient that dazzled every man in the office.
Their bare legs were smooth and sexy, but Lori’s ultra sheer stockings drew a man’s attention every time. Now as her foot, adorned in a classic fully fashioned stocking, looked as if it was dressed for an evening on the town. The nylon gave her foot an added something that bare feet didn’t have at all.
Thinking back, Lori hadn’t really believed Cynthia at all. She thought it was a fallacy to dress up for a man and hope to get her own way. She felt it would diminish her. But, Lori knew that her darling husband, Michael, would always gaze longingly at a woman in a skirt. He wouldn’t fail to look if she wore hosiery of some kind under it. Lori always pretended not to notice Michael’s gaze stray as a woman in short skirt and heels wiggled her ass past him. But she knew he looked every time.
After a while Cynthia’s advice and her husband’s actions convinced her to try it out. Lori wore a pair of sheer pantyhose and skirt that showed off her legs a bit more. Legs that she had carefully shaved then treated to soft creams to bring out her skins natural shine. Checking herself in the mirror, Lori decided that her flat shoes didn’t look right with the skirt. She tried on her only pair of black pumps with a three inch heel.
The effect was amazing! Lori had to admit that she did have a nice pair of legs, and the heels helped shape her calves, thighs and ass. She went downstairs for breakfast and found that her husband was leering at her legs in a way she had never seen. When she made it into the office Lori became aware that everyone else was noticing her. Every man she passed took an extra glance at her. Lori was now the woman turning heads and it felt wonderful!
When she got home, Michael wanted to tear her out of her clothes and make love to her. Lori was more than happy to comply, ecstatic that she had found a way to rev up their sex life. But Michael was almost too excited and his endurance didn’t last as long as it would take to slide on a pair of sheer pantyhose.
Lori wanted more. She hoped that Michael would build more endurance over time. She bought more skirts, shorter and tighter than anything she had ever worn. Her flats turned into heels with open toes and four inches of lift. Pantyhose gave way to stockings with garters. Her “Granny Panties” tossed and sexy thongs replaced them.
But Michael’s performance didn’t improve. Worse, Michael’s attention started to wane and soon it didn’t seem to matter what she wore. The side effect to Lori’s new wardrobe was that men flocked around Lori. They thought of any excuse to be around her and talking to her any chance they had. Lori felt sexy and secret fantasies of a man who would satisfy her sexual hunger grew.
The other side effect was that Lori’s boss took notice of her long silky legs as well. “I told you so!” said Cynthia when Lori met her for lunch one day.
“Now what do I do? I’m still on the bottom rung, I just have men pestering me all the time.”
“You tease your boss.” Cynthia said with a grin.
Lori felt uncomfortable with that. She was very much the good wife and the thought of making sexual advances toward her boss didn’t seem right. Daydreams and fantasies were one thing but cheating on her husband didn’t sit well with Lori.
“Wouldn’t he get the wrong idea?” “I’m not going to sleep with my boss-”
“No, dum dum.” Cynthia cut Lori off in a warm tone that eased the insult to her long time friend. “I said tease, not flirt.”
“There is a difference?” Lori said, puzzled.
“Oh yes.” Cynthia said sternly.
Cynthia explained to Lori that the trick was to kept up a frosty attitude toward any sexual advances. Cynthia told her that, no matter how slutty she acted, any man who thought her actions were for his sole benefit would be told to mind his own damn business, or face a lawsuit for sexual harassment.
“These days everything is on your side.” Cynthia said. “You can even ‘accidentally’ rub your ass against him, and if he grabs you, it’s a sexual ‘assault’ allowing you to take him to court. They won’t get the wrong idea if you make it clear you aren’t interested, and you’re willing to report them.”
“But what’s the benefit?” Lori said, still puzzled.
“Honey,” Cynthia said, peering over her glasses at Lori “Those men will do anything hoping that you suddenly change your mind, zip down their pants and suck their cock. As long as they think they have a one in a million chance, they’ll do anything you want.”
“I don’t know.”
“Try it.”
Lori did. Ryan had been her supervisor for two years. He hadn’t given Lori much thought during that time. At least, Lori never felt Ryan paid attention to her. In her mind, Ryan only saw a frumpy girl who maintained a database. When Lori showed up in a pencil skirt, heels, stockings the color of French Coffee, and a tight fitting low cut blouse, Ryan couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
Lori carefully teased Ryan, but kept up a show of indifference that made it clear she wasn’t interested in Ryan’s physical attention. It wasn’t long before Ryan found a way to have her in view much more often. Lori went from a database manager to his personal secretary in less than two weeks.
Lori was happy because, as Cynthia promised, she didn’t have to spread her legs to move up the corporate ladder. Once, during a private meeting when Ryan and Lori had discussed her salary, she had “accidentally” slid her silky foot along the inside of his calf. It was just long enough to leave doubt as to if she had done it intentionally, but the touch of her nylon foot against his leg was enough for him to promote her as his personal assistant the same day.
Ryan had made a pass at her once. During a meeting, like this one, Ryan had placed his hand on Lori’s thigh, just above her knee. The lights were dimmed low for a power point presentation, and no one else in the room would have been able to see him grope her. Lori let Ryan have a moment to feel her firm leg and the soft stockings she wore, then she took him by the wrist and sternly moved his hand off her.
Ryan gave no reaction at her rebuff and he acted as if nothing had happened at all. He hadn’t made any further advances since then and Lori felt Cynthia was right in her assessment. For the last six months Lori had enjoyed good pay and an easy job. She did very little as a “personal assistant.” In fact all she seemed to do was dress sexy and tease the men in the office. Lori was happy to do just that and Today was no different. Her tight skirt, silky blouse and sexy stockings kept Ryan, and every other man, peeking at her. Meanwhile, Lori was getting paid to simply look pretty.
As the meeting started Ryan slipped her a note. Lori looked at it. It was short and to the point: PRIVATE MEETING AT 5PM. Lori looked at Ryan but he wasn’t looking at her. He started the quarterly report and didn’t seem to pay any more attention to her. Lori smiled quietly to herself and slipped the note into her planner. She knew she had Ryan wrapped around her finger. Maybe he had another promotion in mind. If he didn’t, she knew how to handle him.
The meeting was dull but ended quick enough. Lori was the first to get out of her seat and waltz out of the room, fully aware that more than one set of eyes watched her leave. Once back at her desk, she sat and idly surfed the internet waiting for time to pass. As the day grew late more and more people left the office. Hardly anyone would be around at five.
Finally the time managed to drag by. Lori got up from her desk, stretching from the hours of waiting. She made her way to Ryan’s office and as she did she realized something was missing. Usually as she walked down this passage men would peek over their cubicle walls to look at her, or suddenly realize they had something at the copier to pick up.But the office was a ghost town. Lori stopped and walked down one of the rows of cubicles. Nobody was around.
It occurred to Lori that she had never been in the office this late. She walked in about eight in the morning and was usually on her way home by three in the afternoon. Had Lori been a real assistant, doing her job rather than teasing, she would put in a full eight hours of work. Lori didn’t know that almost the entire office was empty by half past four.
Turning the corner, Lori saw Ryan’s office. His door was open and the light was on, a sure sign that he was still there. Lori sighed in relief and excitement grew in her chest. Her curiosity was starting to overcome her patience. When she walked into the office she saw Ryan at his desk, looking at something on his monitor. Across from the large executive desk was a black leather couch. The couch was long and made of high quality leather. Ryan enjoyed watching Lori sit in it because it offered such a wonderful view of her legs.
“Hello, sweetheart.” Ryan said as she walked in. Lori cocked an eyebrow and looked at him with a puzzled stare. He had never called her sweetheart before. Keeping her cool she took a few short steps to the couch, and sank into the soft cushions. Slowly Lori crossed her long silky legs allowing the nylons to rasp seductively against each other.
“Don’t call me sweetheart, Ryan.” Lori said in a frosty tone. Then she started to slowly kick her leg idly, knowing that this drove men wild. Lori felt that Cynthia would be proud of her. Ryan took notice of her dangling shoe but didn’t seem to acknowledge her warning.
“Okay, Sugar Tits.” Ryan said with a big smile on his face, and stood up. This time both of Lori’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Excuse me?” she said. She stopped kicking her leg as Ryan walked around his desk to lean on it and gaze down at her legs.
“Today you start earning your pay. You can’t just sit around looking pretty anymore.”
“But-” Lori started to say before Ryan Cut her off.
“You’ve worked for me for almost three years now.” Ryan said pausing to lean forward, obviously looking down her blouse. “It’s time you start doing what a personal assistant is expected to do.” He said.
“Like what?” Lori asked, her hand involuntarily closing off the view of her cleavage.
“For starters, you can take that skirt off.” Ryan now looked her right in the eye and the grin on his face made her nervous.
“Mr. Colton.” Lori started, iron in her voice. “I think you’ve-”
“Oh don’t go cold on me, Sweetheart.” Ryan cut her off again. “You’ve been teasing the shit out me and I’m done with it.” Ryan reached out and pinched her breast, startling Lori with his sudden physical attack and with is uncanny aim. He had pinched her nipple perfectly.
“Hey! You keep your hands off me!” She snapped.
“Ah, no. I plan to put my hands all over you.” Ryan said. “Stand up and take that skirt off.
Lori’s mouth dropped open. This was was she was most afraid of and she realized now wast the time to threaten Ryan with legal action.
“This is sexual harassment and-” Lori was cut off by a swift slap across her face. The sting and pain didn’t shock her system as much as the sudden act by Ryan. Fear gripped her as she realized how much bigger he was that she, and how much faster and stronger.
“I need to go.” Lori said and started to stand up.
“No.” Ryan said and his cool and calm demeanor had the same effect on her as if he had shouted it. “I’m going to fuck you silly. Right now. Right here. And when I’m done fucking you, the only thing you’ll be able to think about is my cock. You’ll crave for the next time I tear your clothes off and drive my shaft into your soaking wet pussy.”
Lori could only gape at him. He had spoken in a matter of fact tone as if he owned her and he was giving her orders. Lori couldn’t speak but she managed to shake her head.
“Look at those nipples.” Ryan said. “You’re turned on bitch. Admit it.”
Lori panicked and tried to bolt from the room. She didn’t get far. Ryan grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. Lori twirled on the balls of her feet and wobbled as she tried to keep balance in her heels. The look on her face was a mix of anger, surprise, and confusion. “What the Fu-” She started to say.
Ryan covered her mouth with his hand, cutting her off, then he shoved her over the arm of the office couch. Ryan enjoyed the view now as Lori fell with eyes wide and arms out, her legs flicking upward fast enough to launch one of her shoes off her foot. The open toed pump flipped high until it almost hit the vaulted office ceiling, then landed on the other side of the couch.
Before Lori’s shoe hit the floor, Ryan had snatched Lori by her ankles, keeping her silken legs wide apart and trapping her on the couch. He quickly knelt over her and then lifted her legs more forcing her to slide toward him. Soon he was pressing close against her, pinning her to the couch. Lori could feel his cock, rock hard and straining against his pants.
Lori’s skirt, spread by her legs, had slid up her silky thighs revealing her stocking tops and garters. Lori was shocked at how quickly Ryan had immobilized her. She tried to kick free but he was holding her up by her ankles.
“Goddamn, you have nice legs.” Ryan said, his eyes focused on her calves. Lori tried to pull herself away from him but she couldn’t get any leverage on the couch.
“Let go of me!” She yelled, and the desperate tone in her voice only made Ryan smile.
“Do you hear that, Sweetheart?” Ryan said, looking down at her. “That’s the sound of no one coming to your rescue.” Ryan paused for a moment as the impact of his words hit her. “Now, shut up. Don’t speak unless I ask you a question. Understood?”
Lori didn’t answer right away. Again, Ryan’s tone was one of command and she wasn’t sure how to respond. Suddenly Ryan’s hand left her ankle and again she was slapped across the face.
“I asked you a question, bitch.” Ryan barked. It was the first time he had raised his voice and it shocked an answer out of Lori.
“Yes, Sir!” Lori squeaked.
Nodding, Ryan let go of Lori’s legs and tore at her blouse, pulling it apart and ripping the delicate fabric. In seconds, he had torn it off her, exposing her lovely breasts and the white lace bra they were tucked into. Lori let out a shriek, shocked by his sudden attack as he pawed at her breasts with his large hands.
Lori’s pushed at Ryan and her legs kicked, but she didn’t have the strength to push him off; he was too close to kick effectively. Ryan continued to grope her breasts and he started to pull her bra down and she tried to scream. Ryan’s hand clamped down over her mouth and a muffled squeal was all she got out.
Ryan leaned close, his hand still clasped over her mouth. He spoke to her in a low growl as his other hand pulled the bra cup down, exposing her firm breast, “Listen up, bitch. This struggle is pointless.” His fingers found her nipple and he started to pinch and twist it. “You’re getting fucked today. There is no way around it. Understand?”
Lori squirmed and squealed as he tormented her nipple. Still shocked that he had attacked her like this Lori tried to break free. Then, slowly building inside her, Lori realized that his actions had sparked something in her. The way he had manhandled her was actually making her wet.
Lori tried to push Ryan’s face or grab him by the hair. Her legs kicked and squirmed around his torso with a new panicked desperation. She didn’t want him to know she was turned on! Ryan let go of her nipple and with a quick motion he snagged her ankle again, pulling her leg forward as he pressed into her.
Flat on her back, Lori’s long leg was stretched over her head and her nylons reflected the bright lighting of the office. “Hell,” Ryan said with a grin, “just these stockings alone are enough for me to want to fuck the shit out of you.” Slowly he brought her foot close to his lips and he kissed her toes softly. “When you show them off the way you do, it’s impossible to resist!”
Again he burst into a flurry of action. Letting go of her leg and mouth, Ryan’s hands moved all over her. As he forcefully groped and squeezed every inch of her supple body, Lori squealed and moaned. She was struggling but mostly she was just trying to keep from getting hurt in his flurry of motion. Suddenly, Ryan cupped his hand over her mouth again and took a fistful of her hair.
Ryan stopped to enjoy Lori’s struggles as her silken feet kicked and twisted around him. “The more you struggle,” he said “the more I just want to fuck you.” Lori stopped moving and looked up at him, breathing hard through her nose. “Oh don’t stop,” he taunted “I like the way your legs feel as they slide around my body.”
Ryan let go of her mouth and hair then reached back to grip Lori’s Calves. Ogling her silken legs, he lightly ran his hands upward, slowly groping her firm thighs and well shaped legs. Lori held still and she started to tremble under his touch. Ryan continued to grope her legs. “See?” he said with a grin on his face. “I own you now, bitch.”
With a sudden rush of movement Ryan was off the couch and pulling Lori behind him. He drug her by a wrist over to the desk. Lori, with one heel on and the other lost in the struggle, had a hard time not falling as he pulled her across the room. Once there he let go of her. Lori stood awkwardly still in shock and confusion, just in front of his large oak desk.
Ryan stepped away from her but was back quickly. Lori noticed that he had retrieved her missing shoe. He knelt and set it next to her foot. “Put that back on, bitch.” Lori obeyed and her stockinged foot slipped back into her shoe with a soft “zop.”
“Take off that skirt.” Ryan ordered in a voice that Lori found hard to ignore. She reached back for her zipper then hesitated. Ryan didn’t hesitate and with an open hand slapped her hard on the ass. Lori gasped at the sudden pain. “Take it off, bitch.” Quickly Lori unzipped her skirt. Before she could slip it over her hips Ryan yanked the skirt down hard, pooling the garment around her feet. Lori was now only wearing panties, a blue garter belt and her silky stockings. As she stood in her heels, her ass and legs fully exposed, Ryan took a moment to indulge himself in groping her thighs. He took special delight in running his fingers along the seams of Lori’s stockings. He ran his hands over her stocking tops then gave her ass, bare except for a white satin thong, another hard slap that rang loud in the office
Ryan took a fistful of her hair and lifted upwards, forcing Lori on her toes. The spikes on her heels came off the floor as she tried to reduce the strain on her scalp. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand me, bitch?” Lori tried to nod, but that wasn’t how he wanted her answer. He swatted her on the ass again and this time Lori let out a short cry of pain.
“What?” Ryan demanded.
“Yes.” Lori breathed.
Ryan slapped her ass. “Yes, what?!” He demanded again.
“Yes, I understand.” Lori said quickly.
Again, he slapped her ass. “Yes, I understand, what?” Ryan asked.
“Yes, I understand, sir.” Lori said.
As soon as the words were out of her mouth Ryan pulled her close and kissed her hard. Lori moaned and was startled by the act and was swept away at the same time. The passion in his kiss was far beyond anything her husband had managed in their six years of marriage. As quick as it started, it was over and Lori felt light headed.
Grabbing her by the arm, Ryan spun Lori around and stripped her bra off her. Her D cup breasts fell free and Ryan took a moment to run his fingers over her skin lightly. With a flash of his hand, Ryan slapped her breast, causing it to jiggle. Clearly amused, Ryan slapped her right tit again.
“Look at those nipples get hard. You like it rough, don’t you bitch.” When she didn’t answer, Ryan reached around and swatted her on the ass. “I asked you a question, slut.”
“Yes, Sir!” Lori said with a wince.
Ryan slapped her ass again. “Yes, what?” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir! I like it rough, Sir.” Lori said.
Ryan reached for his zipper and Lori glanced down. Her eyes widened as his long hard cock shot out stiff and erect. Ryan started to stroke himself and as he did so, he cupped her breast with his free hand, tickling her stiff nipple with his fingers. “You’re a real hot bitch, Lori.” He said softly. “I never would have guessed it when you used to plod around this office dressed like a lesbian. Cynthia did a fine job on you.” Lori stiffened when she heard the name of her best friend.
“God…” Ryan said, still stroking himself. “I could probably just masturbate on you and be satisfied.” Lori held still, hoping to keep Ryan on this thought, and desperately wanting him to explain how Cynthia was involved in all of this. “But if I wanted to masturbate I would have just taken a picture of you.” Ryan sneered.
Ryan took Lori by the hair and yanked her head close, pressing his lips against her ear. “Kneel, bitch. Kneel and suck me off!” Letting go of her, Ryan stepped back a pace and presented his up-cocked penis. Lori knelt and looked at his cock. Looking up at him she slowly leaned forward and took the tip of his penis into her mouth.
Ryan took two handfuls of her hair and pulled her toward him as he thrust further into her mouth. “I said suck it, whore. Not kiss it!” Lori’s hands pressed against Ryan’s thighs as she fought her gag reflex. “Come on.” Ryan encouraged. “Suck it!”
Lori did her best to suck on Ryan’s cock as he thrust it into her mouth. As her saliva and his precum started to lubricate his dick, it slid more quickly and easily between her lips. Soon, his ball sack was smacking against her chin with each thrust and Lori let out a gargled grunt each time the tip of his cock crushed into the back of her throat.
Lori wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand to be skull fucked when it was abruptly over. Ryan pulled out and then, grabbing her by her hair and throwing her head forward, spilled Lori to the floor. She flopped down, ass still up in the air, and she took deep breaths as she tried to recover from having Ryan’s massive cock shoved in her mouth.
Ryan was far from finished, however. Taking Lori by her hips he angled himself to slide into her slick cunt and mounted her. Lori gripped the carpet and let out a deep moan as Ryan started to thrust deep into her pussy with his hardened shaft. With increasing intensity, Ryan thrust into Lori, each time his loins slapped against her ass, she let out a mewling cry. The force of his penetrations took their toll and with each flex of his abdominal muscles, Lori’s legs slid further down, pulling the garter straps taut on the front of her stockings. Soon it was apparent to Ryan that he would need to adjust his position.
Thrusting deep into Lori, Ryan moved his right leg on the outside of hers, and using pressure to guide her, helped Lori slide her right leg down and flat against the floor. Keeping his balance and his cock firmly stuffed into her pussy, Ryan got Lori’s other leg down and straight behind her. The result was Lori lying flat on her stomach, both legs close together and Ryan mounted with his flanks pressed firmly against her round ass.
Ryan slid his legs along the outside of hers and he made a satisfied grunting noise as his skin slid tantalizingly along her silky nylon legs. Lowering himself closer to Lori he wrapped one of his arms around the front of her shoulders lifting her up slightly, only her breasts touching the floor. Lori got her elbows down to help balance her and she held still, unsure of what he was going to do to her next.
Ryan reached around with his other arm and clasped his hand firmly over Lori’s mouth. She let out a moan of protest but with his cock still buried deep into her pussy and his burly arms holding her tight, there was little she could do. Violently, Ryan started thrusting into Lori, contracting his abs to thrust his cock deeper into her cunt until it was slamming against her cervix.
With each thrust, Ryan pulled hard across Lori’s shoulders, driving her body toward his thrusting cock. Lori had never been fucked like this and his rapid contractions caused her to let out a squeal of surprise and stimulation. Lori’s body was ravaged under his thrusting assault, causing her limbs to flop as he pounded into her. Her breasts undulated and her heels clicked together as Ryan fucked her as hard as he could.
Lori’s shock at Ryan’s sudden humping assault morphed into amazement at how long he sustained the violent thrusting. Soon, her emotions were blanked by the driving ecstasy of an orgasm spawning directly on her cervix. Her clitoris was dragging against the carpet and the friction was only adding to the blinding sensations now pulsing through her body.
Lori erupted in a howling orgasm that drown out the sounds of Ryan’s grunting and her heels clattering against each other. Lori could feel nothing but her own body pulsing with waves of warm stimulation. And then Lori could feel Ryan’s cock start to convulse and the the hot slap of cum as it was ejected into her vagina. Ryan let out a sighing moan as he came on Lori, his rapid humping now slowing to easy and measured thrusts.
Ryan came to a complete stop and allowed himself to breath deeply. The room was quiet except for his deep breathing and the quick nasal breathing from Lori. Abruptly Ryan pulled out of Lori and stood up. Lori gasped for breath now that her mouth was free but her reprieve was short lived. Taking her by the hair, Ryan pulled her upright so that she was on her knees and forced his cock, dripping with fresh cum and her wet juices, into her gaping mouth.
“Suck me off, slut.” Ryan ordered and soon Lori was eagerly sucking on his shaft. She was amazed that he was so hard but that thought was secondary to her need to worship the penis that had made her feel so amazing. Ryan had to do nothing but stand as Lori slurped on his shaft as if she was a porn star during a class A shoot.
“Never been fucked like that, have ya sweetheart?” Ryan laughed and Lori looked up briefly to lock eyes with him then closed them again as she sucked on his shaft. “You belong to me now, bitch. You understand me? I own you.”
Lori pulled his dick out of her mouth briefly and looked up at him. “Yes, Sir.” she said quietly and then went back to bathing his cock with her tongue.
“Good.” Ryan said with a grin. I’ll have some assignments for you now and then, but for now, keep wearing those stockings. And stop wearing panties. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Lori said around a mouthful of cock. Whatever he wanted, she would give it up to him. Anything to feel that amazing cock ignite her inner fire. Anything at all.