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Authors: C. P. Mandara
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Jenny was having the time of her life. There was such chemistry between them, at least on her part, that she'd forgotten he was the devil incarnate. His cock in her mouth felt wonderful and the dildo in her pussy rocked with every stroke she took. The feeling was sublime. Her only complaint was that she wanted him to fuck her mouth harder and faster. Her clit needed the friction his pummelling cock could provide.
From the corner of an eye, in the far reaches of his peripheral vision, a movement caught Mark's attention. The door handle twitched. His head snapped around to watch it more carefully and sure enough, the shiny chrome lever began to move. No one with their faculties intact would dare disturb one of his training sessions, so this had better be good. If it was a simple mistake woe betide the poor sod, because he was going to be chewing on his own testicles in a moment.
Silently the door swung open and a thumb indicated that Mark's presence was required outside. Swearing viciously under his breath and with a hard set to his jaw, he withdrew from her mouth with a loud, sucking pop. She moaned softly in protest. This sweet little thing was a delight to behold. He had to wonder where she'd put her alter ego for the time being. Turning the music up he noiselessly left the room and clicked the door shut behind him. She wouldn't miss him for a few minutes; he'd just pressed the vibrate button on her dildo. He needed to know who this joker was and he always liked to match a name with the face he was about to slam his fist into.
'Matthews,' drawled a voice, 'what a pleasure it is to find you here, enjoying yourself... so very thoroughly. Kyle glanced at the bulge in Mark's pants. 'Or not, as the case may be.'
'Hello, Cowboy. While the pleasure is all mine, of course, you'd better have a damn good reason for disturbing me.'
'Or?' Kyle grinned.
Mark simply raised an eyebrow and waited.
'The Cowboy,' so called because of his cowhide boots and the Wartenberg Pinwheel spurs attached to them, had attracted a bit of a reputation throughout Albrecht. He had a heavy hand and somewhat unorthodox training methods. He was also the office stud . There was only one lady Levison hadn't managed to bed and that was the lovely Isobelle. At least one lady had standards around here.
'There's some kinda emergency back at HQ and you're needed in the office. I'm your stand in.' Kyle looked pleased with himself.
He had to be kidding. Of all the people they could have sent it had to be pretty boy, who still didn't know how to wield a riding crop if memory served correctly. If HQ wanted him, however, there was little for it. He'd have to go and see what they were after and rush back before this jerk-off did any irreparable damage. Seething with anger he managed to bite his next few words out, although they were dripping with venom.
'Right, she's on the sybian for a little pain versus pleasure training. If she gives you any trouble give her a couple of strokes; you shouldn't need any more than that. Don't flay the skin from her body or I'll come back and demonstrate on yours the difference between a stroke and a bone-crushing welt. Oh, and you touch her in any way that's sexual and I'll dismember an extremely tender part of your anatomy. We clear?'
Kyle gave him his favourite lazy smile. This pissing content with Matthews went way back. 'I won't lay a hand on her.' To demonstrate the fact he lifted both palms in the air.
'It's not your hands I'm worried about,' said Mark through clenched teeth, before he felt his cell-phone begin to vibrate in his pocket again. This time he answered it. The call was quick and to the point. When it ended Mark was already making his way out of the building. 'I'll be back in fifteen and I repeat: do not touch her,' he yelled as he marched out of the building.
Kyle grinned to himself. It was a damn shame, but he'd always had a problem with male authority figures.
Suck, Sucking,
Jenny was having the time of her life. There was such chemistry between them, at least on her part, that she'd forgotten he was the devil incarnate. His cock in her mouth felt wonderful and the dildo in her pussy rocked with every stroke she took. The feeling was sublime. Her only complaint was that she wanted him to fuck her mouth harder and faster. Her clit needed the friction his pummelling cock could provide.
From the corner of an eye, in the far reaches of his peripheral vision, a movement caught Mark's attention. The door handle twitched. His head snapped around to watch it more carefully and sure enough, the shiny chrome lever began to move. No one with their faculties intact would dare disturb one of his training sessions, so this had better be good. If it was a simple mistake woe betide the poor sod, because he was going to be chewing on his own testicles in a moment.
Silently the door swung open and a thumb indicated that Mark's presence was required outside. Swearing viciously under his breath and with a hard set to his jaw, he withdrew from her mouth with a loud, sucking pop. She moaned softly in protest. This sweet little thing was a delight to behold. He had to wonder where she'd put her alter ego for the time being. Turning the music up he noiselessly left the room and clicked the door shut behind him. She wouldn't miss him for a few minutes; he'd just pressed the vibrate button on her dildo. He needed to know who this joker was and he always liked to match a name with the face he was about to slam his fist into.
'Matthews,' drawled a voice, 'what a pleasure it is to find you here, enjoying yourself... so very thoroughly. Kyle glanced at the bulge in Mark's pants. 'Or not, as the case may be.'
'Hello, Cowboy. While the pleasure is all mine, of course, you'd better have a damn good reason for disturbing me.'
'Or?' Kyle grinned.
Mark simply raised an eyebrow and waited.
'The Cowboy,' so called because of his cowhide boots and the Wartenberg Pinwheel spurs attached to them, had attracted a bit of a reputation throughout Albrecht. He had a heavy hand and somewhat unorthodox training methods. He was also the office stud . There was only one lady Levison hadn't managed to bed and that was the lovely Isobelle. At least one lady had standards around here.
'There's some kinda emergency back at HQ and you're needed in the office. I'm your stand in.' Kyle looked pleased with himself.
He had to be kidding. Of all the people they could have sent it had to be pretty boy, who still didn't know how to wield a riding crop if memory served correctly. If HQ wanted him, however, there was little for it. He'd have to go and see what they were after and rush back before this jerk-off did any irreparable damage. Seething with anger he managed to bite his next few words out, although they were dripping with venom.
'Right, she's on the sybian for a little pain versus pleasure training. If she gives you any trouble give her a couple of strokes; you shouldn't need any more than that. Don't flay the skin from her body or I'll come back and demonstrate on yours the difference between a stroke and a bone-crushing welt. Oh, and you touch her in any way that's sexual and I'll dismember an extremely tender part of your anatomy. We clear?'
Kyle gave him his favourite lazy smile. This pissing content with Matthews went way back. 'I won't lay a hand on her.' To demonstrate the fact he lifted both palms in the air.
'It's not your hands I'm worried about,' said Mark through clenched teeth, before he felt his cell-phone begin to vibrate in his pocket again. This time he answered it. The call was quick and to the point. When it ended Mark was already making his way out of the building. 'I'll be back in fifteen and I repeat: do not touch her,' he yelled as he marched out of the building.
Kyle grinned to himself. It was a damn shame, but he'd always had a problem with male authority figures.
Suck, Sucking,
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