#SSceneC2017 : Allie Ritch vs Kryssie Fortune @AllieRitch @KryssieFortune

Papers and files hissed and crinkled as he yanked me closer, positioning me so my butt rested at the very edge of the desk. I didn’t need to feel the business documents sticking to my back to remember where I was. The distant chirp of office machines and murmur of voices beyond the door kept me constantly aware of my surroundings. I was completely exposed here, and my husband was about to screw me on his desk as promised.

With my feet positioned at the corners of the desk, I had my legs spread wide. I didn’t have to see Charles to know he was staring at the drenched folds of my pussy, which had blossomed open for him. I had never felt so powerful or so vulnerable in my life.

“This is mine too.” He dug his fingers more deeply into the flesh of my hips. “Mine to take.”

I groaned long and low at the first kiss of his cock against my quivering opening. The blunt head was as hard as the tabletop beneath me and ten times as hot. His first thrust was like a battering ram. I was so slick he had an easy glide, but I was far too swollen for him to seat himself in one go. A series of forward lunges followed, making my sheath contract around him as he forced his way past the responsive tissue.

On the fourth stroke, he bore down and finally sank to the hilt. He held still long enough to sweep his hands over my breasts with a touch so possessive I had no choice but to surrender. Then he returned his grip to my hip bones so he could hold me still for his pleasure.

I was at his mercy, and he showed me none. He pounded his hard cock into me with all the focus and determination he was capable of. The plump head felt like polished stone as it raked back and forth, causing my pussy to constrict around the shaft in mind-numbing waves of pleasure. I could feel the desk rocking beneath me and heard a pencil cup take a fall somewhere above my head.

He was as unpredictable as he was skilled. Hard, staccato bursts of humping were followed by long, deep strokes that had my sheath clutching and dragging at his cock. I never knew which I’d get next. My pussy kept clenching like I was already coming, but I could tell this was only the beginning. The tension was still coiling. I hadn’t reached the greatest height yet.

He began to take me harder and faster, the slacks he hadn’t bothered to remove chafing the insides of my thighs. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, something hard and smooth licked my distended clit. I thought at first it was his finger, but it was far too cool for that. He pressed the bulbous cap of a metal fountain pen against the erect bud.

The clash of cool metal and hot cock against my most sensitive nerves managed the impossible. It sent me spiraling up to a higher tier of sensation. Though I was still blindfolded, I could feel Charles staring down at where he was taking me. I could picture the gloss of my juices shining on his dusky shaft beneath the overhead lights.

That image was the last one in my head as my orgasm broke free. My lips peeled back for a silent scream, and I arched like I was having a seizure. Ecstasy pounded through me with each contraction of my pussy around his solid length. He held his cock high inside me until the last pulse faded.

Breathless and wrung out, I flopped uselessly on the desk when he pulled out. I didn’t even bother wiping the tears from my eyes when he undid my blindfold so I could see. In an impressive show of strength, he plucked me up and set me on my feet. He then turned me around so he could strip off the sticky note stuck to my derriere. I would have laughed if I’d had the energy.

Awareness returned in a rush when I felt his hard, cream-covered cock against my backside. I should have known he wouldn’t finish the first time. Charles was all about power and mastery. He didn’t come until he wanted to, and he controlled my orgasms just as ruthlessly.

Possibilities, scenarios, and desires cascaded through Kathryn’s brain like dominoes. Luke’s suggestion that they tick off another item on her sensual to-do list started a slow-burning fire inside her. Warmth flowed through her, building, burning, until it turned into an inferno. Her nipples tingled, and her pussy ached as new desires consumed her.

How Luke made her horny by accepting her refusal was beyond her. She followed him into the kitchen. “Which one?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Huh? Which what? Oh, the things on your fantasy list. I’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want, so like I said, it doesn’t matter.”

Kathryn moved in close. “Tell me what you had planned.”

His slow smile spread over his face. “First, I’d need you naked, your beautiful nipples bare and your cunt wet with desire.”

She should run away and never look back, but his words sent her into sensual overdrive. The intensity in his gaze made her breath catch in her throat. Her cunt was already wet for him, and she craved his hands on her body or his tongue teasing her clit. Lost in a world of desire, she unfastened the top button of her blouse and ran her tongue over her lips. “And then?”

His gaze fastened on her hand as she opened the next button. He coughed to clear his throat, then told her, “Next, I’d run my hands over your curves before rubbing my fingers over your clit. Not that I’d let you come yet.”

She undid the third button. “I’d want to come for you.”

He smiled and undid the next button. “Not yet. Not until I’ve tossed you over my shoulder and carried you into the bedroom.”

Panting slightly, she undid the remaining buttons and slid the blouse from her shoulders. As it pooled on the floor, she unhooked her bra and let it fall atop her blouse. “I’d be so turned on by that. So wet and willing. Would you let me come then?”

His gray-eyed gaze heated with desire. “You’re a very impatient girl. No. You can’t come until I’ve spread-eagled you over the bed and tied you in place. I bought some silk ties especially for us to use. They’d be soft and strong against your wrists and ankles as you writhed for my touch. I’d drive you crazy with desire, always letting you come close to orgasm but backing off rather than taking you over the edge.”

She closed her eyes and unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “I’d beg you to let me come.”

Kathryn stood with her breasts bared, her eyes glazed with desire, so turned on by Luke’s words, her breath came in quick, eager pants.

He mesmerized her with his gaze. “You’d have to wait until I’d clamped your nipples and gone down on you. I’d suck your clit and feast on your intimate juices.”

Lost in the pictures their words conjured up, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Would you let me come then? I’d be desperate and needy, on fire for you. I’d want your cock in my mouth or my pussy. I’d let you come.”

As if propelled by an invisible force, he threw her over his shoulder, marched to his bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could squeal, he had her tied in place, legs spread to give him easy access to her cunt.

She tested her bonds, but they held her motionless and at his mercy. Luke leaned in and sucked one nipple between his lips, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. Once it stood erect and proud, he fastened a clothespin on it. He repeated everything with her other nipple, again clamping it in a clothespin. “Say mercy if things get too much.”

She nodded and licked her lips, but he resisted her unspoken demand for a kiss and nibbled his way down her belly. A gentle tug at her pubic hair made her squeak and rotate her hips. His fingers rimmed her rear entrance while he lapped at her pussy.

Her eyes opened wide when he slipped his little finger in her ass. “I’ve never… Oh, God, don’t stop.”