The Deadline

By Ellagon

 

 

            You would think that being an editor for an erotica magazine would be a really cool job. Actually in most cases it is; I get to read erotic, very arousing stories written by a variety of different people. However, right now it wasn’t all that fun. Our printing deadline was tomorrow morning, and we still needed to find two more stories out of the pile we received on a daily basis.

            It was late, about ten at night, and I was getting tired. I needed a cup of coffee and a break to let my dick calm down. I had found one story out of the seventy or so I had, so I thought I would check on the other editor who was working late.

            Susan Jones was a classic image of a librarian if I had ever seen one. Straight black hair pulled back in a bun, horn rim glasses, and drab clothing that hid any vestige of beauty that she might actually have. How she got to be an editor at this magazine was any one’s guess.

            I stood, cracked my neck and back, grabbed my coffee cup, and headed for the only other lighted cubicle in the office. When I rounded the corner I got a very big shock, so did my all ready hard cock.

            Susan was leaning way back in her chair; her feet were on her desk about four feet apart. Her skirt was gone, and both her hands furiously rubbing her pussy.

            I must have gasped because, her head snapped around to look me right in the eyes. Her hands, however, never stopped. She was slipping two fingers into her cunt, while her left hand quickly rubbed her clit.

            Her eyes had an almost pleading look of hunger and need. Her scent had filled the small cubicle, and my cock was ready to burst.

            She stood without words, turned her back to me, and laid her chest on her desk. She was bent over to offer herself for me, her fingers still feverishly working her pussy. Her right hand came around her hip to tease her ass, and spread her cheeks. I watched her slick fingers circle her rosebud before slipping effortlessly in.

            “God! Just fuck me, John! I don’t care where! Stick your cock in me! I need it to cum!” She pleaded.

            I felt like I was in a dream. I remember kicking off my shoes, and quickly taking off my pants and boxers. I walked up behind her and placed the head of my throbbing shaft at the entrance of her smoothly shaved pussy.

            The dream drifted away as I pressed into that tight hole. She was by no means a virgin, but she was still felt tight to me. I don’t brag about my cock, because there is nothing to brag about; six and a half or so inches long, and kinda thick, I always considered myself average.

            It must have been enough for her, because she immediately let out a long hiss of satisfaction. She was anything but a quiet, demur librarian as she took my cock. My pubic bone hit her asscheeks as she began a deep moaning. She paused long enough to say, “I want you to cum in my mouth, John. Warn me when you’re gonna cum!”

            I nodded in response and began to slowly saw my cock in and out of her; thrusting hard back into her, and pulling out slow. She yelped at the first thrust, and started shaking. By the six or seventh stroke she was screaming out my name and her pussy was trying to crush my cock in its embrace.

She was almost delirious when I felt the tingle start in my prostrate. I pulled out of her, moved around, and grabbed her by the hair. She was already opening her mouth, as I pushed my cock forward. I didn’t notice the shudder she gave when I grabbed her hair. I pushed my cock into her mouth, and she swallowed it, taking the head into her throat. The unexpected sensation of being deep throated was more than I could take, and I held her against my crotch as I pumped cum right down her throat. I didn’t hold her there all that long, and as soon as I released her she backed off but kept sucking me like her life depended on it.

She sucked me hard, and used her left hand to keep me stimulated. Her right hand looked like she was playing with her ass. She pulled her mouth off my cock, but her hand was still stroking me.

“Please take my ass, Master.”

Master? What was that all about? I didn’t worry about that since I was still horny, and she obviously wanted more. I nodded to her and she released my cock to resume her position on the desk. I stepped behind her, and slid my cock into her pussy again. I pulled back out and pressed the head to her puckered asshole.

I pressed forward slowly, applying pressure until I felt myself pop into her. She moaned again. I was holding her hips, and used that leverage to slowly ease my cock into her rear passage.

“Oh, this is what I really needed. GOD YES!” She screamed. She pushed herself back onto me as I pushed forward, and soon I was buried deeply in her ass.

Since she was pushing and pulling with me, I let my hands slip forward, and under her blouse. I felt her bra, and roughly pushed it up, freeing her tits. She wasn’t very well endowed in the chest department; maybe a “B” cup, but her nipples were hard as little rocks, and very long. I began fondling and lightly pinching her nipples as we slowly fucked.

I noticed that if I pinched rather hard, and pulled a nipple away, she seemed to shudder, and push back harder. I figured out a rhythm of pulling on her nipples to get her to basically fuck her own ass with my cock. The hard I pulled the harder she fucked. I started experimenting with pinching the little buds and noticed that she was at a state of almost constant orgasm; not the mind shattering, scream loud and pass-out kind, but more of a low vibrator on the clit kind.

I was in no danger of cumming again so quickly, so I kept at her, bringing her higher, then letting her slide back down. Soon though, I could feel my nuts drawing up again, so I pinched and pulled her nipples hard, and she screamed out and fucked me wildly. I thrust back into her, pounding her ass as hard as I could.

We were both covered in sweat, and the smell of sex was strong. All things we would notice later, but even then, we still wouldn’t notice the security camera.

I pumped my load once more into her body, this time deep in her ass. I pulled her with me as I sat in her chair; the force of sitting down ramming my cock harder into her ass. She was like a limp rag in my arms after the orgasm passed. She was still on my lap with my cock deep in her ass, her head resting on my shoulder. I had my arms around her waist, holding her to me and supporting her while she recovered.

“That was incredible, John. Thank you.” She sounded sad that it was over.

“Yes it was, Sue. But what was with the ‘Master’?” I asked.

“Sorry about that, I’m glad you didn’t freak out. I’m very submissive and love to be treated rough. You were doing everything just like I want a Master to treat me. I forgot where I was for a moment, and called you that. Sorry.”

“I didn’t know that. Do you like to be humiliated too?” She nodded her head. I could tell she was blushing even though I wasn’t looking at her face. “Then don’t you think you should be on your knees beside me?”

She turned so quickly to look me in the eyes she almost pulled my softened cock out of her ass. I tried to have a firm and commanding presence as I nodded my head to the floor beside us. “And I think you better start calling me ‘Master’ all the time. We’ll work out your moving into my place later.”

She was still sitting on my lap, a hopeful look in her eye, until I slapped her asscheek hard with my hand. “I told you to move, slave!”

She jumped and quickly slid off my cock, and too the floor to get on her knees.

I glanced down at my cock, “Look at this mess you left! Go to the restroom, and get something to clean me up. Be quick about it, or I will have to spank your ass when we get home!”

She scampered off to follow my orders, I watched her tight bubble butt slip into the washroom across the aisle.

Shortly she was back and cleaning off my limp member with a damp paper towel.

I looked down at her. “Now, slave, I was on my way over here to see if you had made any progress in finding the stories we need for tomorrow. I take it, that you found one?”

“Yes, Master. The one I was reading.” She answered; her eyes on the floor.

“Good. That means we need one more, and I have a good idea for that one. Finish up with this story, then I want you to type up a formal statement freeing this company and myself from any form of sexual harassment, date it, and sign it. I should be done by then, and we can leave. Tomorrow, we will go to Ron’s office, and you will announce your service to me, and give him the statement. Once we return to work, I will type and send a memo to everyone here telling them that I own you. So before we go any further; do you, of your own free will take me as your master and owner? Do you agree to serve me in anyway I see fit?”

She thought for a moment, looked me in the eye, and said, “Yes, I do. I claim you as my Master and owner of my own free will. I will do as you instruct from this day forward until you release me.”

I smiled, bent down and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you.” I said softly. She smiled as I got up, and headed for my office. I had forgotten completely about the coffee I wanted, nor did I need it. I sat down, and quickly typed this up.

I did everything I told Susan I was going to do the next day, and to our surprise, this story got published. Susan was doubly humiliated when pictures from the security tape appeared beside the story. She fucked me hard, until we both collapsed from exhaustion that night.

 

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Sir Winston