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empty and unloved. Again she slid down the mountain of excitement she had been so rapidly ascending. Again the peak, the climax, was denied her.
    â€˜Oh no, my girl,’ Richard said, giving her bottom a sharp smack. ‘Oh no you don’t. You are forbidden to climax, and by being so wanton and greedy you have made up my mind; you will please me with your mouth.’ He smacked her bottom again. ‘We’ll save this little treat for another day.’
    So saying, he abruptly pushed her off his lap and she fell at his feet, barely able to control her breathing. She lay panting on the floor, hating him and wanting him simultaneously. He was cruel but she wanted him, and she wanted him to be cruel.
    With no further orders she rose unsteadily to her knees, unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers, and rummaged inside for his erection, pulling it out into the open before her flushed face. She gazed longingly at it, admiring its length and rigidity, and beauty - it was an object of worship.
    She puckered her lips again and blew warm breath on its florid summit, looking up at his face from under her lowered eyelids. ‘This is the rod you would like to beat me with.’ He didn’t have to answer; the answer was in the organ itself, already erect to bursting it seemed to swell further with pride. ‘It is the rod I would like you to use on me, on my bottom... in my bottom.’
    She looked at Richard with eyes clouded by lust, then opened her mouth and gently swallowed his tight scrotum, sucking at the balls as if they were sweets and running her warm, unseen tongue around the creases of the sack. She knew he would be gazing at the double curve of her bottom as it disappeared out of his sight, the dimples on her lower back on either side.
    Beth ran her tongue from the scrotum up the tall pulsing column to the tip, hesitated slightly and then with an audible, wet plop took the purple head into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the firm edge of the helmet and then lowered her head so that much of his penis disappeared down her warm, wet, inviting throat. Slowly but with increasing speed she moved her lips tightly up and down the quivering organ, lubricating it with saliva as she breathed smoothly through her nose.
    They were each in their own way so taken up with what they were doing that they never heard the office door open and soft footfalls on the carpet; it was the voice that disturbed them and made them both jump.
    â€˜Working late at the office, I see. You always said you got your best work done in the evening, darling.’
    Beth looked up and froze, still with her lips sealed around Richard’s penis. A woman stood to his side and slightly behind him, her hand on his shoulder. ‘I’m Helen Cross,’ she said, and then added unnecessarily, ‘Richard’s wife.’ She held out her hand and then changed her mind, putting it back on Richard’s shoulder in a possessive gesture.
    â€˜Please don’t try to talk with your mouth full,’ she said to Beth, as if she was a naughty child at the dinner table. ‘You’ve started, so you may as well finish.’
    Beth was dumbstruck. Just as she was about to draw her head away Richard’s already swollen penis felt as though it doubled in size, adding to her confusion. If she had a chance to think about it, she would have guessed that it would have gone instantly flaccid at the intrusion, but on the contrary, it seemed to grow. He was actually excited by his wife’s presence!
    But none of this dawned on Beth in her confusion. She reacted instinctively, and her instinct dictated that she sucked the inflated penis with redoubled vigour, saliva running down its smooth sides.
    Helen Cross walked around her kneeling form. ‘This must be the naughty Beth Forrester you were telling me about.’ She stood behind her. ‘And this must be the naughty Miss Forrester’s naughty bottom,’ she said.
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