The Naughty Stuff (3 page)

From Continental Beginnings

I’m scanning her resume hoping to find something positive or any reason I should hire her, but it contains only the basic crap that discloses absolutely nothing about the stunning individual seated across from me. She moves in her chair again and her fragrance wafts past me, breaking my concentration.

Before I have a chance to say anything, the sweetest of sweet voices fills my ears.

“I realize I have no experience, but I’m a fast learner and very eager to please…”

My eyebrows go up to her remark.
Eager to please, is she?
She immediately tries to retract her statement, but the seed of desire has already been planted in me.

“What I mean is… I’m a fast learner,” she sighs.

I realize I haven’t spoken a word to her yet but words seem to have escaped me.

“Bella, a perfect name for a beautiful creature,” I say quietly before I can stop myself.

Mortified with myself for my lusty remark, I’m rewarded for my honesty with a genuinely shy smile, the likes of which I haven’t seen in my lifetime. I’ve dreamt of a smile like that, even read about it, but never actually seen one.

“Thank you, Mr.
Pettifor,” she replies melodically, her tongue caressing my name as if no other name was meant to be spoken from her unspoiled mouth.

“Tell me more about
yourself, Ms. Darcy,” I request, her name still lingering on my lips.

“What would you like to know?” she asks, looking worried.

“Anything. This resume divulges nothing.”

“I’m a fast learner,” she repeats for the third time.

“You’ve already told me that. What else?”

“Um, I’m from Montana.”

It’s painfully obvious that this woman has no interview skills whatsoever. Not that I give a shit. Her interview skills aren't the ones I'm particularly interested in. I'm keen on a whole other skill set that she might possess. I press my index finger to my lips and tilt my chair back and watch her as she readjusts herself in her seat. Once again, her aroma fills my nostrils, both arousing and irritating me.

“Please sit still, Ms. Darcy. You appear uneasy and nervousness is an unbecoming trait for an attractive specimen such as yourself,” I state evenly.

I’m unsure how she’ll react to my mild reprimand and criticism, but to my sheer delight, a look of revelation crosses her face. She obediently places her hands in her lap, sits up straighter and remains motionless.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, her lids heavy with desire and longing.

And there it is. That
something
I’ve been looking for - that submissive quality that I seek in all women. Or is that just wishful thinking on my part?
I want her.
My heart beats uncontrollably at the thought of having her. I scan her up and down. Her hardened nipples speak directly to my cock and right on cue, it immediately awakens and rises to the occasion.
I wonder…

I stand and move in front of the desk, hoping my hard-on doesn’t frighten her away. She watches me as if mesmerized by my movements, her eyes never leaving mine. Taking her hand firmly, I pull her out of her chair, and without hesitation she follows me around to the back of my desk.

This is a bad idea – really bad.
I could end up with a lawsuit against me for the things I’m thinking about doing to this woman. No – for the things I’m
going
to do
to this woman.

“I’m hungry, Ms. Darcy,” I whisper as I lean down into her ear, wanting to taste the sweet nectar between her legs.

Inhaling her feminine scent, my animal instincts kick in. I reach around behind her and pull her close, waiting for either her rejection or acquiescence.

“I’m here to please you in whatever way you want, Mr.
Pettifor,” she squeaks out, her body going limp in my arms.

Eager to please, indeed.
Who is this woman? What the fuck is she doing to me?
I pull away from her, confused by my emotions. I’m not a man who is easily denied and I want her –
badly.
Staring into her eyes, her mouth parts and her panting, mint-scented breaths flutter past my lips. Damn the consequences. I will have this woman. She will be mine.
All mine.

“Lean back,” I command as I lift her onto my desk.

Hiking her skirt up slowly, her firm, smooth thighs and lace covered pussy are unveiled to me in spectacular fashion. She’s a vision of absolute fucking perfection. I slide her panties down as she spreads out on my desk, her legs opening up to me, her cunt wet and glistening with excitement. I ghost my nose up the inside of her thighs to the apex of her clean shaven pussy. She smells of soap, cheap perfume and arousal.

One long, slow lick into her silken folds later, my fate is sealed and there’s no turning back.

With my tongue buried deep in her sweet cunt, I mumble, “Yes, you’re definitely the girl for the job.”

I’ll regret my decision; I just know it. I’ve never done anything like this and for good reason. Getting involved with a stranger let alone someone I want to work for me has nightmare written all over it. I’ve avoided all forms of long-term commitment because of the complications and drama they inevitably present, but the way this woman’s body responds to me… no one has ever given them self to me so willingly. Looking up into her eyes, she’s watching me languorously – her tongue poking out to slick her dark pink lips.

I have to be inside of her. I need to fill her.
Standing in between her legs, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my emergency protection. I pause when her eyes widen and for a moment I think she’ll reject the fucking I intend to give her. Instead, she does something so adorably subservient, my mind is instantly made up about her.

She sits up, reaches over and takes the condom from my hands, opens the foil package with poise and slides it gently over my stiff shaft. She then lies back on the desk and spreads her legs open for me. She teasingly circles her middle finger around her clit as she waits for my penetration, her breathing quickening with anticipation.
She wants me.
But I have to be sure before we go through with this.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask with desperation in my voice.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, licking her lips again.

And so our dance begins. I fuck her slowly and deliberately, the look on her face orgasmic with each of my gentle thrusts. She’s close – I can feel it. My thumb finds her swollen button and I stroke it with purpose. When I press down on it firmly, her eyes close
tightly, she fists her hair and screams out.

“Oh, Sir!”

Those passionate words spoken so true and meek - this woman has bewitched me.

Hair of the Dog that Bit
Her
*bonus flash fiction

Al
ana woke with a pounding headache and a stiff cock being slapped on her face.

“
Wakey, wakey, Princess”

She was in no mood for Marco’s lewd sense of humor, but the effects of the tequila were still lingering and she knew what he had to offer would cure her hangover. She wiped her eyes and opened her mouth. Marco pushed his cock into her greedy mouth and began to pump ferociously. Alana sucked his shaft as if her life depended on it, her velvet tongue flicking, licking and working its magic. Marco leaned forward, resting his hands on the headboard for leverage. One of her hands rested on his thigh, the other slipped into her panties, seeking out her hot, swollen pearl.

Marco brutally thrust his way to the back of her tight, sloppy wet throat. He pushed her auburn locks out her face and cranked his head to get a peek at her fingers working her pussy. She began to gag when he pushed deeper yet.

“
Relax, cupcake. Open that throat. A good face fucking will cure your lush tendencies.”

Alana narrowed her hazel eyes at him, making him chuckle.

Marco growled and howled like a feral dog just before he shot his essence down her throat, his jizz spilling out around her chin. She lapped up every last drop of his manjuice, desperately needing it to cure her over-liquored condition. Throwing himself onto the bed next to her, she tucked herself into his arms, her hangover rapidly subsiding.

From Kitty Kat
*bonus - not yet released

It was time to test Kat's training. He fastened the leash to her collar and without a word, she immediately got on all fours. Colton held onto the leash while Kat circled around near his feet, rubbing her body against his legs and purring softly. She rubbed her head against his calves and closed her eyes tightly as she submerged herself into her role as Colton’s pet.

Colton slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. He slid his erect cock out of his briefs and stroked it while Kat continued to lavish him with wet licks all over his legs and thighs. He held his cock firmly and straight up, exposing his balls.

"Lick me clean, kitten,” he growled.

Kat was nervous, but she
obediently did as she was told. She knew this was a test and she wanted to prove herself a worthy pet. She sat up on her knees, the tail shifting inside her bottom and arousing her to the point of wetness. As she maneuvered herself upward, the softness of the furry tail swept across her calves and soles of her feet, sending ticklish and seductive sensations throughout her body.

This was all so naughty and she loved it. She had wanted this for so long, she could hardly remember a time when she hadn't fantasized about it.

She looked up into Colton's eyes and they were shiny and gleaming with lust. She licked her way up his thighs, one at a time, slowly teasing him. She ran circles with her raspy tongue up closer and closer to his shaft, tormenting him with her paced rhythm.

Finally, she wet her tongue good, held onto his thighs, and licked his balls with short lapping licks, bobbing her head up and down as she went. Long licks
came next, right at the base of his cock. And finally, more slick caresses in the crease where his thighs met his sack. She moved her head up and down, side to side, and Kat delighted in the way his body shivered with her movements.

She heard the leash fall to the floor and felt his free hand in her hair, guiding her head. The wet sounds she w
as making, the deep growling emanating from his throat and his divine taste were more than she could stand, and her arousal ran down her thighs.

Colton watched her intently, taking
mental notes on her technique. She was doing very well. Yes - very well, indeed. She was turning out to be a perfect little kitten after all. The best he'd had yet. He had trained her well and he felt proud to call her his own.

"Clean them good, Kat
. Don't make me say it twice,” he said sternly as he stroked his hard-on and she continued to lick his balls.

Her purring was vibrating against them, sending prickles of pleasure up his spine. Just when he thought he was going to be able to hold out, her shimmering sapphire blue eyes met his and it was his undoing. Without warning, he came hard and fast and to his sheer delight, Kat promptly engulfed him and drank his warm milk like a hungry little kitty
.

From The Art of Control

“Isa, enough of this
talk. My birthday isn’t quite over and I want to spend the last remaining minutes of it pounding this tight ass of yours,” he exclaims as he grips my ass.

My dearest, filthy, horny husband is insatiable and I won’t deny him the pleasure he seeks and deserves.

“Take me anyway you want me, Master,” I whisper.

“Oh, I intend to. On your stomach,” he says firmly.

I move onto my tummy and he licks down my spine to the crevice of my ass. Squeezing my cheeks, he bites into my hip bone, his erection jutting into my upper thigh.

“I want it, Isa.”

Dylan’s voice is deep and raspy, and there’s no denying my Dom is now present and fully in control. He jerks my wrists behind my back and pins them there while he lubes my puckered entrance with his saliva. With his free hand, he slips a finger inside of me, loosening me up, and then two - in and out, slow and sensual. Dylan removes his fingers and rests his dick on my ass, poking the head in ever so gently. I wince and contract down when he pushes deeper.

“Compose yourself, pussycat, I’m going deep.”

Dylan shifts his body and his thick member stretches me to accommodate all of him. I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, letting my whole body go limp.

“That’s it, let me fuck this tight hole,” Dylan pants.

He pounds deeper and harder, picking up his rhythm. Letting go of my wrists, he moves a hand underneath me and encircles my tender bundle of nerves.

“Don’t move your hands, leave them right where they are and turn around and look at me. I want to see those unforgettable eyes watch me take you.”

I crank my head to the side and watch intently, keeping my eyes not on my own body, but on my Master. He’s completely in the dominant zone as he works himself in and out of me. His expert fingers flick at my clit sending sparks of heat throughout my lower belly. With his other hand, he cups his ballsack, drawing them up. The vision of him is mouth-watering and art inspiring.

He lets go of his balls and with his left hand, he wipes the sweat that has beaded up on his forehead with the front of his hand, revealing the tattoo seared into his flesh.
He’s mine.
My God, this man really belongs to me. I’m well aware that he doesn’t want me talking during sex, but I can’t resist myself.

“I love you so much, Master.”

Dylan takes his eyes off my ass and stares into my eyes, his intense gaze fierce and unwavering. He clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes and I think for a moment that I’ll pay the price for disobeying his wishes, but instead he leans down onto me and bites my shoulder blade, making me moan out loudly.

“Say it again, pussycat - tell me you love me; tell me I’m the only one,” he whines into my ear.

“I love you, Master. You’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I need.
I love you.
Take me. Own me. Devour me.”