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It was dark and everyone had left the building when Carrie softly knocked on my office door and slipped into the room. I’d seen little of her today. She’d sucked my cock beautifully when she’d brought me my first cup of coffee in the morning, but my meetings and a long lunch had kept me occupied and absent for the rest of the day.
Now, though, I was a free man, and I was going to take my time with her tonight. No distractions, no interferences. Just my total ownership of her body. She was nervous, I could sense it. Hell, I could almost fucking smell it. She knew tonight was the night I was going to bust her anal cherry and claim her ass. I definitely planned to fuck that tight little hole until we both saw stars, but first I intended to have some fun for a while, keeping her in that state of anxious apprehension.
Her eyes widened as she saw the bed that had suddenly appeared in my office. I had a large leather couch against one wall. It doubled up as a pullout bed but only my girls ever knew that. In future, when I wanted to use it, I’d have her set it up. But I always enjoyed the girls’ first glimpse of it, as they quickly realised that whatever I wanted from them - this time - required extra space and comfort to achieve.
It signalled to them that, as far as I was concerned, I had all the time in the world to indulge in my games with them. For some, it had made them cringe with horror and despair. Not my girl Carrie; I saw her pupils dilate and heard her breath quicken. My perfect little whore was ready for more.
I made my way over to the bed and sat down. I’d worked my way through a few couches before finding one that could cope with the demands I’d make of it. I adopted the same approach to my secretaries, I realised, smiling to myself at the thought.
One particularly unwilling pet had ruined three couches all on her own with her desperate, and ultimately futile, attempts to break free of her bonds. It had given me a sick thrill to make her responsible for organising the disposal and delivery of the furniture, as required. The novelty of her reluctance had eventually worn off and I’d cut her off.
I hadn’t thought about that girl in months. I now wondered coolly if she’d discovered yet that I’d uploaded around 20 videos of her eagerly - or so it seemed to the casual observer - gobbling my cock to various ‘specialist’ sites all over the internet.
I snapped my attention back into the room. The bed I was sitting on was sturdy, with plenty of bounce in the mattress and a metal frame that had withstood the struggles and desperate thrashings of the many little sluts that I’d restrained on it. With many more yet to come.
Carrie, my latest little slut, was standing next to my desk, obediently awaiting instruction.
“Take your clothes off. Everything. And why don’t you put on a little show for me?”
I didn’t think I would ever tire of watching her undress for me. I’d been looking forward to this all day. Regrettably, there’d been no time for anything more than her blowing me fully-clothed this morning.
She started with her blouse, slowly undoing each button as she looked at me through her thick lashes, lips slightly parted. She had beautiful hands with long nails. I thought about how those fingers would feel on my cock and how I was going to enjoy seeing them stretching out on the bed as she desperately grabbed at the sheets whilst I ass-fucked her to within an inch of her life. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, her tits jiggling in her bra. My cock was pressing insistently against my pants. I released it and started slowly stroking my rock-hard shaft as I watched her peel the blouse off her body.
Not taking her eyes off me, she reached behind her back and unzipped her skirt, slowly shimmying out of it. With it pooling at her feet, she stepped out of it. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of her: hips gently swaying, wearing only a black lace push-up bra, her ever-present stockings and garter belt and pointed stilettos on her dainty little feet.
“Turn around and bend over.”
She knew what I wanted and pivoted around, reaching down and grabbing her ankles, her eyes still peeking out at me through her thick curtain of hair that almost grazed the floor.
“Good girl, Carrie.” I smiled as I saw that she had buried the widest butt plug that I had sent her home with deep inside her tight little ass.
I walked over to her. I was going to briefly interrupt her little show to indulge in a closer inspection of that sweet behind that would be tonight’s main event.
She was an incredible sight. I remembered the many times that I had imagined Carrie displayed for me like this, hips tilted and her smooth, creamy backside raised, ass cheeks slightly parted by the posture she was holding for me. Her thighs started to shake slightly as I fondled the curves of her ass with both of my hands. Taking a firm grip of each ass cheek, I bounced them up and down, each rounded, delicious cheek filling one of my warm palms. My cock jerked at the sight of those cheeks jiggling beneath my big hands. I positioned its hard length to line right up along her ass crack, grinding against the plug, pulling Carrie back against me by her hips. She steadied herself and pushed back against me.
I moaned appreciatively. “You’re being such a good girl for me. You want this ass fucked tonight Carrie?”
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