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“Now… you were about to tell me which of your holes have been filled by those four hapless idiots who’ve fucked you so far.”
I brought the blouse to my nose and inhaled the scent of her deeply, watching her discomfort as I did so. My cock had twitched from the moment she’d started to undress and hardened completely as I breathed in that intoxicating fragrance that had followed her into my office from the first day I had laid eyes on her. I had fantasized about claiming that hot fucking body for myself ever since. Now, finally, I had her exactly where I wanted her.
Her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape that was never coming. “Don’t look away Carrie. Don’t look away unless I give you permission to do so, do you understand?”
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”
“I’m still waiting for your answer, Carrie.”
“Sorry Sir. Umm… My pussy and my mouth Sir.”
“You like it in the mouth, Carrie?”
“Not really Sir.”
“Well, I guess I know where we’re starting”. I let out an evil chuckle as she looked at me, a picture of misery.
I tossed the blouse onto my desk, stood up and moved to stand in front of her. Time to test her obedience a little further. She saw the bulge in my pants as I advanced and cringed. God, I was going to enjoy this!
“Take off your bra.”
She trembled again, so delightfully. Voice cracking, she looked up at me with pleading eyes. My cock got even harder as I briefly imagined that same expression in her eyes as I forced my throbbing dick down her throat.
“Please, Sir. Is there any other way?”
“I can remove your bra for you if that’s what you’re asking?”
“No, Sir. Can I… Is there any other way to repay the money or, I don’t know, something? Please?”
Tracing my index finger slowly across her shoulder, then down and along her arm, watching the goosebumps forming in its wake, I said slowly “Carrie, there are two ways out of this for you. Only two. One is in a cop car, the other ends in you bouncing up and down on my fat cock and begging me to fuck you harder. You can choose either one. I can easily replace you here, I doubt you’ll replace the next twenty years of your life quite so easily. Now either take your fucking bra off and stop wasting my time, or sit back down in your seat and I’ll make the call to the cops.”
I watched her hesitate, biting on that full bottom lip of hers that I was eager to feel around the head of my cock. I knew by now that there was no way she was going to choose jail and, sure enough, she moved her hands around her back and undid the catch of her bra, unintentionally thrusting her pretty little tits at me as she did.
“Good girl Carrie. You’ve made the right choice. Now slip it off and hand it over. Don’t look down, eyes on me.”
I enjoyed her efforts to maintain eye contact with me, despite her mortification. I took the bra she offered out to me, and tossed it behind me onto the desk, not bothering to see where it landed.
“Hands behind your head, Carrie. Display yourself to me.”
I heard her gulp as she did as she was told. My cock throbbed again. I felt like a kid in a sweet shop. If the sweet shop were full of the most beautiful fucking tits I’d ever seen in my life.
I moved even closer, only a few inches away from her. I could feel the heat coming off that gorgeous body of hers.
“So, Carrie. Not a virgin, we’ve established that. And fucked in two of your holes. So I guess that means you’ve had your bare tits felt before?”
She paused a second and then nodded.
“Say it out loud, Carrie.”
“Yes”
“Yes… what?”
“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”
“Tell me. Tell me that you’ve had your bare tits felt before.”
“Yes Sir, I’ve had my bare tits felt before Sir.”
“Good girl. Do you like having your tits felt?”
Another pause. I waited, savouring every second of her discomfort, watching her struggle with her urge to run away from this humiliating situation and her desire to keep the hell out of jail.
“Well, Carrie?”
“Yes Sir.” Then, all in a rush “Yes Sir I like having my tits felt.”
In a silken, smooth voice I said, “Would you like me to feel your tits, Carrie? If you hesitate with your answer this time, I might take it personally. Give this up as a bad idea and make the call that neither of us wants me to have to make.”
That did the job.
“Yes Sir. Please feel my tits Sir. I want it. I want to be a good girl for you.”
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