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He watched her at work, staying grounded by the reality of gravity, but knowing she secretly possessed so much more. It's funny, the simple attitude she tries to hide from others shines to him like the bright light of a beacon. They see her poise and professionalism, but he sees through her rogue. He sees her submission. And, he eagerly awaits the perfect opportunity to caress her tight ass. No, not caress, but spank. As she walked by him carrying the files to the copy room, his mouth watered and his lips turned every so slightly into a mischievous grin.

Following her quick steps, he entered the tiny copy room right behind her. He made sure the door closed all the way and latched the single lock. Hearing the click, Angel turned sharply on her heels only to find Mr. Stevens' strong torso blocking her path to the door. The files lay scattered on the floor and Angel stooped low to gather the loose papers and plan a quick exit before a confrontation with her boss. Stammering her apologies to him, he only towered over her crouched body with his arms tightly folded. He uttered nothing. He didn't smile. He almost glared. Angel could feel her insides start to panic. She needed this job. No, she wanted this job. She loved being a legal secretary. And, she loved the paychecks she received that went into savings for upcoming enrollment into legal school. She had wanted this job for over a year and waited patiently for an opening. In Angel's mind, being a secretary to the strongest defense lawyer in town would give her the much needed upper hand into Stanford's fall class. She needed something to stand out since her name was unknown. So, groveling profound apologies at Mr. Stevens' feet, was not beneath her, and, actually, she found it thrilling to be on her hands and knees looking up the powerful statuesque of this man.

Growing bored of listening to her honeyed voice, he gently yet forcefully, grabs a handful of hair and raises her to her feet.

Her eyes wide with surprise only made his cock grow hard. "You have disappointed me," he growled. "For this, you must learn the feel of a disciplined hand." Turning her by her shoulders he forced her catch herself from falling by holding onto the large copy machine that consumed this tiny room. Her position left her vulnerable with her ass perched in the air. This opportunity was too wicked to ignore. He quickly lifted her sexy black skirt and exposed the creamy skin off her ass. Without more hesitation he raised his hand even with his shoulder and snapped it quickly to her right ass cheek instantly reddening his newly acquired property.

She only winced enough through clenched teeth to earn another turn. He slid the light black fabric off of the left cheek and paused. Tracing his finger along the outlined bruise of a paddle, he knew what he must do. Tilting her body towards him and using his hip as a stopper, he slid his left hand under the tiny g-string covering her shaved pussy. Feeling the wet fabric, his cock continued to press against his suit pants. He spread her nether lips apart and plunged two fingers deep inside her tiny hole. Sliding his fingers over her pubic arch, he found her g-spot easily. Gently rubbing her tiny numb he heard her begin to moan.

"SILENCE!" he commands.

And, as he begins to feel her body fill with cum, he spanks her left ass firmly with his free hand and abandons her pussy leaving her dripping with desire and full of cum.

Forcing her to look at him, he sucks his fingers clean in front of her. She wants to reach out and grab his throbbing cock, but she hasn't been invited yet. Her mouth is watering not only at the size of the bulge but also of the sweet nectar he is enjoying.

He moves in close enough that she can smell her pussy juices on his breath. As more desire drips down her thighs, he instructs, "You have a new master now."

Part Two

Spread them! she heard him say.

Automatically, her knees spread wide exposing her hot pussy to the cool air. The brisk breeze causing a slight shiver. It has been three weeks since he last spoke to her. His quiet and poised demeanor just made her tense with anticipation every time she passed him. Just hoping...just hoping that each day would be the day that he would release the tension building inside her. But, she knew that must be the way he operated. He not only was her new master, but he was the master at holding her orgasm. She had learned to obey, to respect the authority of her Sirs. She knew she would only cum at his word or his hand. Oh, the nights she winced at the ache between her legs, but not touching, before drifting into dreams of him.

Wider!!! he demanded.

Her attention had wandered. She wondered what he would do if he knew her attention was broke. She knew that was something she would sure find out later....

Her knees relaxed and let his eyes focus on her perfect pussy. Tight yet accommodating. He had only felt it before...he didn't get a good look. He remembered feeling her tight muscles claiming his digits in an effort to cream while pressed against the copy machine, but now he was able to see the smooth lips waiting for him. So pink and pouting....just wanting and needing a spanking.

She sat perched with her ass on the edge of the couch. His tongue dove in deep. Her pussy gushed in anticipation and desire lubricated his entrance. His tongue danced expertly in and out of her honey hole. He was sure to regain his proper composure as he feasted on her dessert she so proudly presented him as he held her knees wide.

He was such a giving master. Gentle, but he carried the air of firmness with him. Her only desire was to deliver...to be what he needed. She needed him.

Releasing her knee only momentarily, he slapped her cunt perfectly on the clit as if a bulls eye was drawn for him. She suppressed her desire to moan. He met her eyes and nodded a small nod of approval. And, with that nod, he smacked her longing clit again. She let out a soft moan. He smacked quicker and harder. She felt her inner core release, her thighs shake, and her primordial beast escape. Ohhhh, she pleased him. As he watched her pink lips turn crimson, he felt his cock dance against the prickly fabric of the couch.

Sliding his strong arms under her, he carried her to the soft carpet below. He knew she wanted to be fucked. To be filled. Her body smelled of yearning and desire and her hole glistened of nectar. He brought her pussy up to his mouth causing her back to arch sharply. She was warm and delicious. He was going to devour every ounce of her. He wanted every ounce of her to be his and he was sure she would give herself to him. But, first, he was to test her will and obedience.....

She lay tranced in euphoria as his tongue lapped her juices. She fought every beginning wave of cum. Her body tightened and her nipples stood peaked. Laying her hips back to the floor, he grabbed her breast firmly feeling the natural give of her tit and squeezed her nipple tightly causing her pussy tighten even more. He slid three fingers deep inside her walls, stretching the vice as he entered. He could feel the hard nub of her g-spot throbbing against him.

"Not yet," he growled. As the front door opened, then shut....

Written by the NakedNurse, copyright 2007