Personnel Training (Fem - Dom erotica) (5 page)

Her body shook
under the frantic pounding of the youth as he rammed urgently into
her, pulling back hard on her hips to force every last inch of his
cock into her. Her breasts jiggled and swung beneath her as he
crashed his hips against her buttocks in his frantic drive toward
his peak.

Kathleen's
mouth hung open, her eyes closed and she knelt there receiving the
excited attentions of the boy's hard cock as she listened to her
husband's muffled protests. She tensed and screamed as she came,
the wash of hot sperm deep up inside her triggered a most powerful
and body wrenching orgasm that lasted many wonderful seconds.

"Now get out,"
she ordered the youth, "go downstairs and get dressed and then
leave. I will call you and let you know when you can call
again."

Once the youth
had left the room Kathleen moved over to her husband. She straddled
his thighs facing him and lowered her wet pussy down onto his
throbbing shaft until the whole of it was up inside her.

"How does it
feel Gordon?" she moaned sexily, "to get in me after another cock
has already been there? Can you feel his sperm,” she tensed and
sighed aloud as his cock jerked inside her body to emit spurt after
spurt of his cum excitedly into her body.

Kathleen
removed his gag, pressing her soft breasts against his face as she
did so.

"Good?" she
beamed her delight.

"You wonderful
bitch," he said sincerely, "absolutely bloody wonderful."

Chapter 4

Helen, the
female director of finances was busy writing at her desk as
Kathleen entered the office. In her lapel she wore a red rose just
as the note had instructed. She was unusually ill at ease and it
showed. Expectantly waiting an approach by the sexy little typist,
but having received not even a hint of it all that morning.

"Kathleen," she
greeted brightly but the insincerity clearly showed in both her
expression and her voice.

"Helen,"
Kathleen responded as she walked around to the other side of the
desk to stand next to the seated woman. "Nice rose, not St.
George's day already is it?"

Helen flushed,
"No, just felt like brightening the place a bit."

Kathleen moved
to the window and looked out absently, "And you certainly do that
for me Helen. We are alike you and I."

She turned
smiling to face into the room.

"We are as
one."

Helen's mouth
dropped open, her expression one of mortification and shocked
horror, "You! But...but, I..."

"And why
shouldn’t it be me?" Kathleen probed, "Afraid that your little
secret might slip out?"

Helen covered
her face with her hands and groaned loudly.

Kathleen moved
close, pressing her lower thigh against the woman's knee. She
stooped and rested her hand on Helen's thigh, "Perhaps we ought to
discuss this somewhere more private, your house, Friday evening
perhaps?"

Helen nodded
without removing her hands.

Kathleen
towered over her, the sense of command that she felt pulsing
through her entire body and ending deep within her vulva, "I will
call around at about eight," Kathleen said in a firm tone, "Have a
scotch ready for me and dress up a little for my visit."

She walked from
the office smiling, glancing back as she closed the door, to the
worried looking woman behind the desk.

***

He sat forward
on the settee, right on the edge, he was ill at ease and it showed.
Malcolm, the Marketing Director rung his hands nervously as he
waited for Kathleen to return with the drinks.

The bitch
looked wonderful, he thought; better even than she did at work. She
seemed younger, fresher and more appealing than ever and yet she
was more soberly dress that was usual. He was confused enough and
didn't even try to make sense of it. He felt out of his depth in
her presence, he always had if he was honest with himself.

The bitch
though not only looked wonderfully shaggable but she had
that....manner, an air about her that seemed to beckon him on. She
had an air of command, an air of confidence about herself that
simply threatened challenge. Assertive and sure of herself, he felt
almost humble when in her presence.

She wanted
advice on her marriage she had said, but beneath that he felt she
liked him, fancied him even. Why else would she dress up so? Would
it be simply to receive him to have a chat and when her husband was
away? These thoughts and more added to his confusion and
nervousness.

Kathleen
re-entered the room, placed the drinks on the small coffee table
between them and sat down opposite him. She wore a pleated skirt in
light-grey, not short, but over the knee and that pulled back to
expose an ample amount of her stockinged thighs. She wore a
long-sleeve blouse in deep electric blue; open a few buttons at the
neck to show just a tantalising hint of the beginning of her
cleavage. Her hair had been brushed and styled, her makeup bold and
alluring, she looked radiant and Malcolm felt his cock stirring
into life within his trousers.

"I don't quite
know how to start," she said in a little helpless voice.

Malcolm edged
even further forward, lifting his glass nervously and sipping at
the wine equally so.

"Tell me the
problem," he said in a soft and concerned voice.

"He, Gordon,
makes me do things."

His interest
was roused immediately; it showed in his expression.

"Things, What
sort of things?"

"With other
men," she admitted almost tearfully.

"The bastard,"
he said and 'how bloody marvellous' he thought. His cock gave a
terrific involuntary jolt.

"I have to
control them, he likes me to do that," she noted the growing bulge
in the front of Malcolm's trousers. "To order them around, to tie
them up sometimes and to....Well, spank and whip them."

A stunned
silence followed whilst Malcolm absorbed her words. His cock had
grown to full erection and was pushing his trousers out to form a
small tent. His eyes roamed her body greedily, boring through her
clothing to imagine her naked form beneath. Visions came to him, of
her towering over him, whip in hand and charged with sexual
excitement. Her naked breasts on display and her hairy pussy there
to be ogled also, he felt a blob of pre-lubrication squeeze from
the eyehole of his throbbing cock.

He cleared his
dry throat and spoke in a cracked and hoarse voice, "And you don't
like doing these things that he makes you do?"

She feigned
uncertainty, "It isn't that I don't like it as such....You, do you
like that sort of thing, Malcolm?"

His face
flushed red and he was sweating, the high excitement and interest
etched clearly in his expression, "I have never tried, but I
wouldn't mind perhaps trying it sometime."

"Now?" she
asked throatily.

He couldn't
contain a little whimper, "You mean....?"

Kathleen smiled
broadly, her tone firm yet coaxing, "Stand up, stand up and remove
your jacket."

She sat
watching, deliberately silent so as to add to his embarrassment and
to increase her control over him. Her knees parted slightly, to
offer a glimpse of her inner thighs and to distract him in his
nervousness.

"Now take off
the shirt and tie."

She watched as
his bleached white chest and over-sized stomach were revealed to
her, "Trousers, pants, socks and shoes, strip completely."

"But...." he
uttered hesitantly.

Her tone became
harsh and she parted her knees wide. His gaze fell instantly to
take advantage of her offering. "I told you to strip."

He complied,
leering hungrily at the tempting sight of her thighs as the skirt
rode back along her legs. He stood now totally naked, his head
hanging down in shame and his cock sticking out in hard erection
from between his thighs.

Kathleen sat
silently, watching him in his humiliation. For many minutes she
remained there whilst his face moved through the various stages of
flushed red to crimson and then slowly back to a burning
embarrassment. She stood up, paused then walked across to stand
beside him. She pressed her fully clothed body against his side,
her mons against the side of his hip and her breasts against his
arm. Kathleen delighted in the way his jock twitched and jerked in
response to her closeness. Her voice was low and sensual, the words
spoken in a husky and slow tone of pure sexual teasing.

"I'm going to
tie you Malcolm. Tie you up and play with you. Would you like
that?"

"Yes," he said,
his voice cracked to a high and excited pitch with his answer.

Her left hand
stroked gently over his buttocks to make him shudder and groan at
the feel of her on his naked flesh. Her fingers trailed over his
skin, the long fingernails dragging to tease lightly and to further
excite him. Kathleen moved around behind him and in slow, very slow
and deliberate movements she eased his wrists together behind his
back.

"Wait there and
don't move a muscle, randy boy," she breathed sexily close to his
ear, "I won't be a moment."

She was in fact
some long time. When she returned and moved up behind him Kathleen
heard his great sigh of relief that she was now back with him. In
moments his wrists were bound tightly together with thin rope, and
then his ankles, painfully tightly the rope squeezed his ankles
together, the rope biting harshly into his flesh to cause him to
suck in air between his teeth. Once bound, Kathleen used the rope
to connect the bindings on his limbs, pulling it tautly to stretch
his body backward slightly.

He stood
uncomfortably, his back arched and shoulders pulled back, a most
precarious of positions that threatened him toppling at any moment.
Malcolm had to tilt his inclined head forward to look at her as
Kathleen walked around to his front. He gave a gasp of delight as
she stood grinning before him. She was dressed in the tiniest black
lacy bra that squeezed her breasts together to form two firm and
rounded orbs of sheer temptation. Minuscule little panties in
black, cut high up on her hips only barely covered the mound of her
pussy and black leather boots reached up to her knee. His
expression changed instantly however, as she raised the camera to
her eye and clicked the shutter.

"No! No
photos,"

"For my scrap
book," she giggled and took two more photos, "and a little
insurance for the future."

Kathleen laid
the camera aside and moved in close to press her naked stomach
against the tip of his cock, "Just in case you should vote against
me at the next board meeting Malcolm, And you did didn't you, vote
against me at the last one?"

"Oh God," he
muttered fearfully.

She stepped to
his side, picking up the riding crop and slipping the leather hand
strap over her wrist, "Do you know what happens to your cock if it
is struck hard?" She paused and gained no response other than a
frightened whimper, "Aside from the initial excruciating pain, the
internal tube becomes bruised; the passage of liquids through it -
urine or sperm - is sheer agony. The effects last for weeks."

"Please," he
begged and began sobbing like a little baby.

"Did you? Vote
against me? I want to hear you say it."

"Yes
but...."

He screamed a
long and pained scream that tailed off into a wailing of deep
misery. The crop struck down hard across the shaft of his erect
cock to land a most savage blow just below the head. Many minutes
passed as he wailed and blubbered in agony before the noise
lessened so as to allow Kathleen to continue.

"You will vote
in favour of me at the next board meeting," she stated firmly, the
menace sounding in her voice defied even the slightest hint of
hesitation or challenge.

"Yes," he
blurted quickly, "yes, yes, I will."

"Thought you
might," she sang sarcastically and then paused to take several more
photos of the blubbering man.

"Should you
have a change of heart after leaving here, these photos will find
their way to that next meeting, the one at which you will
undoubtedly be thrown off the board and dismissed. Have I made
myself clear?"

"Yes," he
grunted, yes you have."

Kathleen put
the camera down and began to remove her bra. "Good. Now, we shall
set about letting you have an orgasm."

Instantly his
mind registered the bruising to the tube of his cock, the pain was
vivid enough in his mind; the thought of any fluid passing down it
simply didn't bear thinking about.

"No! Please no.
I don't want to come. I just want to leave. Please don't,
please."

He closed his
eyes as Kathleen stripped naked. He groaned as he heard her moving
around behind him and gasped as her naked body pressed against his
back. The feel of her soft breasts cushioning against him as she
pressed in; the hard bumps of her nipples and the hairy mound of
her mons as he pushed against his buttocks was too much for him.
His cock began to harden and to rise; his face screwed up in an
expression of deep pain.

Her hands
circled his waist, sliding down over each of his thighs to cup his
swollen scrotum and to tease at his balls.

"Oh!" she
breathed close to his ear. "I'm wet; my pussy is in such need."

"No, please
don't."

"I need a cock
up me. Your cock Malcolm, give it to me," she simpered in a husky
tone.

"Oh God," he
blurted and tensed his body.

"Coming are
we?" she chuckled and teased at his balls with her warm, delicate
fingers.

"Please
no!"

He grunted and
his body locked rigid, he felt Kathleen press her body harder
against him. She trembled and sighed aloud as she came, her body
shaken by the thunderous tremors of her orgasm. He screamed as his
cock began jerking and then broke down crying as the sperm jetted
out of the end of his cock.