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Jenny and the Manager (fm:male domination)

8/24/2006

Have you ever hired a slut?


My boss, a fancy club owner does that very often. They seem
to appeal to
his inner Hugh Heffner. They never get any good work done,
but when
they're hired, I'm supposed to deal with them,
until they're fired or
they quit. But Jenny was the queen bee of all the sluts we
ever had.
Not that she couldn't be a nice girl when she was motivated,
but she
had set her eye on the boss's son. Nathan is just as bad
as his father
when it comes to a lovely pair of tits. Just can't resist.



When she isn't on her back, she is 5'4". A
tall petite. She has pleasant
features, baby blue eyes, long blond hair usually done
in a messy knot
or a messy ponytail. She cultivates the bed mussed look.
Or maybe that
was just a natural look for her. But the most remarkable
is her figure.
She has a really tiny waist and nicely flared hips with round
buns on
slim legs. Her breasts also bulge out of her small frame
and stand firm
and proud. Natural or implants, who cares, those tits are
tantalizing
and make a man wonder how well he can make them bounce. In
her case,
it's the tits that hold up the bra and not the reverse.
Even with my
resentment of her, I wanted a squeeze of her. So all in all
Jenny's
body was hot and she knew it.


But Jenny got hired because in addition to a really nice
pair of
hooters, she also cultivated a little girl look that was
just the
opposite of what she looked like and what she was inside.
A man like my
boss would give her the key to the pearly gates for safekeeping.
But I
knew better, Jenny was a dirty slut and I knew that left unimpeded
she
would cause trouble.


And I was right. After just a couple weeks of half hearted
work as a
waitress, Jenny was banging Nathan every time he came around.
She
thought she had him fooled nicely, telling him she had never
felt that
way before and how special this was. In all truth, Nathan
might have
believed her, but there was no way he was even thinking of
a
relationship with her. Nathan has a simple no commitment
policy and he
sticks to it, but thinks there is nothing wrong with enjoying
what's
freely offered.


When I caught Jenny stealing a bottle of booze one evening,
I knew that
it was likely for their own private party. But I was disinclined
to let
go of my chance to see what she was made of. I threatened her
with her
job, saying I would get her fired. I think she saw her opportunity
to
ingratiate herself to Nathan's go up in smoke and that
didn't please
her. She had the gall to put on a seduction act and ask me what
she
could do so I would forget about the incident.


At that point, I had no compunction in telling her that she
could start
by giving me the best blow job I ever had. She was surprised
with the
crude reply, but even more with the fact that her charm hadn't
worked
on me. She looked at me to gauge how serious I was, and when
she
realized I was as serious as a ton of bricks, she dropped
on her knees
in front of me and zipped down my pants. She expertly freed
my dick. It
sprang to action and already she was more familiar with
the flow of
events.


When she put her tongue on my cock, my eyes closed. She knew
what she
was doing, licking, teasing and sucking. She was a dirty
slut, but a
good one. I was not going to yield too easily though, I wanted
her to
work hard at this as she hadn't at her job. I put my hands
on her head,
slipping my fingers through her silky hair.


I think she was impressed, even if a little annoyed, at my
staying
power. Not too many men could have resisted this long I think.

Unfortunately for Jenny, that also gave an impatient Nathan
quite an
eyeful when he walked in, looking for Jenny, wondering
what was taking
so long.


"Hmm, " he said. "So I'm the only
one, hey Jenny?" And he just left. If
Jenny had been a little less sure of her, she would have realised
this
was the opportunity Nathan had been looking for to move
on. But she
wanted to pull back and run after him. I didn't let her.
She struggled
to get away from my grasp.


"Jenny, honestly, that bridge is burned. The only
thing that is going to
save your job is not making a scene with him and pleasing
me." She
stopped struggling. She was an opportunist, but she could
feel the
truth in my words. My cock was thick, hard and almost ready,
and she
thought she almost had me where she wanted me. She went back
to work,
licking and sucking my cock and fondling my balls; expertly
handling me
with the right amount of lightness and of persuasion. She
put even more
energy into it now that she knew I was her meal ticket.


When I finally felt myself about to cum, she knew too. She
was preparing
to swallow me whole, but I stopped her and held her at just
the right
distance, taking my cock in hand and shooting long spurts
on her
startled face.


I don't know why I needed to humiliate her so. At the
time, I had never
been a particularly dominant lover. With Jenny this was
about to
change. When my sperm was spent, I had a slight pang of remorse,
and I
was going to ask her to forgive me and tell her that if she
could keep
her mouth shut, I would forget what I had seen, but something
stopped
me. It was a look in her eyes. For once, Jenny's expression
wasn't
nonchalant; her face was full of emotion. Annoyance, yes,
embarrassment
yes, but there was something else too, that I had never seen
before in
her. Her eyes were lit up like fireworks. Her tits were standing
on
guard and her nipples were about to pierce a hole through
her blouse. I
would have wagered that she was wet where it mattered. Holy
$%& she
might not realise it but she was aroused!


And more surprising was that I was arriving to the conclusion
that what
I wanted was for Jenny to have to submit to me. I was attracted
to her,
not repulsed, and she might not know it yet, but she wanted
it too. So
I couldn't let her go this easily.


"Well that was okay, for a start..." I zipped
myself back as she looked
at me with wide eyes. "Honey, you've been a torn
in my side since I
laid eyes on you. You've been bonking Nathan on the
work hours. You're
a dirty little slut, aren't you." I looked directly
at her, and she
didn't reply that she loved Nathan. She just looked
away, admitting the
truth in my words.


"From now on, you're going to do exactly as I tell
you. If you don't,
you lose your job." There! She did resent that a bit.
But the flush in
her face, the shine in her eyes, it couldn't just be
anger or surprise
at being called a slut. I wanted to be sure.


"Alright, get up!" I helped her up, but as soon
as she was standing, I
put my hand on her hip, trailing down her belly, then her
thigh and
going up again under her skirt. At the junction of her thighs,
I met no
resistance. She was not wearing panties, probably on account
of Nathan.
But I refused to dwell on the fact and my fingers found her
snatch
quickly. Her little well was definitely not dried up. I
swiped the
moisture greedily and stopped her from looking away or
down with my
other hand.


"Would you look at that." I smelled her juices:
sweet but acidic. I
presented my fingers to her mouth, for her to smell too.
She could not
deny that either giving me that blowjob under duress or
me getting
rough on her hadn't turned her on. "Lick it."
She didn't protest, and
started licking my fingers.


"Are you turned on, slut?" She didn't want
to reply, but my firm hand on
her chin would not let her escape my staring eyes. "Yes"
she said
grudgingly. As in all other things, it is the first step
that is the
hardest to take, so I pressed on. "You want my cock
in your dirty
little pussy, don't you?" The flash in her eyes
told me even before she
replied that it was the first thing on her mind. I was excited
too, I
wanted it, but at the same time, I wanted her to be denied.
"Oh yes,
give it to me."

"What makes you think you've earned it? If you
want it, then you're
going to show me you deserve it." My hand was back on
her crotch, and
my fingers were insinuating themselves in her slippery
folds. Her
willpower was going to wane quickly.


"Beg me for it." I don't think she wanted
to, but "accidental" brushes
of my fingers on her clit were bringing down her resistance.



"Please fuck my pussy" Reluctant words, but
a small surrender. By now
she was totally expecting that I would give her what she
wanted. After
all she had been gracious enough to say please.


"I'm sorry, but I didn't hear that"
I was not going to make it easy. I
wanted her to really drop her act. My hand was still doing
wicked
things to her pussy and not coincidentally with her clit.
In for a
penny, in for a pound, must be the thought that ran into her
head right
before she started begging earnestly.


"Please I want your cock in my pussy, please fuck me".
And the tone had
changed. There was still reluctance but there wasn't
any control. She
was really begging me. "Pleeease, please!"


I stopped teasing her clit and pulled my hand. This time
I was the one
licking it. Her taste was as sweet as its scent had been.
I could eat
her just for the pleasure of it. But I wasn't going to.
She would need
to show me she could be a good girl and submit to me.


"I'm not going to fuck you. If anything, you've
had too much of that
already".


She looked confused, she had begged me and I was resisting
her. She was
coming to the realisation that she was not in control. I
was. Her eyes
trailed down at my soft dick, slowly drying from the last
trails of her
saliva. It was clear she was expecting that sucking my dick
and begging
me for it should have mollified me enough to forget my resolution
to
teach her a lesson. It pissed me off a bit.


"Sex isn't supposed to be a weapon you know. You
don't give a blow job
to a guy so he has to give you what you want." I didn't
raise my voice,
but the words were harsh in their cold assessment of what
had been her
philosophy up to now. She was very surprised. It looked
as though it
was the first time someone called her up on her little tricks.



"Did you enjoy giving me pleasure? No don't answer
that. I'm sure you
don't really know the answer. I will fuck you when you
can give
pleasure just for the sake of it, not to get what you want."


"Your shift is over, you should go home and think back
on it."

She was furious, but there was nothing she could do about
it. The worst
part of it was that she had been made to look at herself and
she did
not like what she had seen. I don't know what kind of
a night she had,
but she must have been thinking deeply about what she wanted
because
she came to the club the following night. She could have
stayed away,
it was her night off, but instead of trying to avoid me, she
was
looking for me. She came to see me directly and said she wanted
to talk
to me. I wasn't too sure if she wanted to resign or what.
But I put
someone else in charge to cover for me and I grabbed her arm
and went
to my office. She didn't protest or resist.


I sat down on my chair, leaving her to stand up like a disobedient
school girl brought to the principal's office. It
didn't deter her
purpose though.


"No one has ever treated me like this." I suppose
that was a good
opener. I kept silent but my body language must have been
a little
defensive, after all I had never treated anyone like that
either. "I
listened to what you had to say, last night so now you have
to listen
to what I want to tell you."

"No job is worth this." Oh no, she was going to
quit on me. "You
blackmailed me, you were offensive, and you forced me to
suck on your
dick, then you came all over my face, not even asking permission.
You
made me beg and denied me." She didn't even give
me time to reply to
her accusations.


"I should hate you." She was right, in a cold
enumeration, my actions
seemed completely despicable. Come to think of it, I would
hate me,
except that dominating her had been the most exciting thing
to happen
to me in a long time.


"But I don't, I'm really turned on. It's
difficult to admit, but then
you were right, I have not really enjoyed sex for itself.
But I know
that it would be different with you. I want you to fuck me
and I will
do anything to deserve it." Now she was totally embarrassed.
Her face
was red and she was fidgeting nervously with her skirt.
Right then and
there, she was probably more intimate with me than she had
been with
any other man before. She was brave to be so honest. She rose
in my
esteem of her. But because of the way I wanted her, I did not
want go
easy on her. I wanted to test how much she wanted this.


"Well since you're so honest, I can do the same.
I do want you, but
you're going to work hard and be a really good girl to
deserve it. From
now on, you can't fuck anyone. You can't even fuck
yourself unless I
give you permission." Her eyes lowered then. I had
a pretty good idea
why she did that.


"You played with yourself yesterday didn't
you?" She nodded; suddenly
shy, afraid I would be displeased. And I was, at least for
her benefit.




"Tell me what you did." She was speechless,
but my insistent glare made
her think better of not obeying.


"I laid on my back and I touched my nipples, stroking
them, pinching
them, sometimes hard. My other hand took care of my pussy.
I flicked my
clit, but I thought that would be too fast..." She
paused, and I could
guess what she wasn't telling me.


"I slipped a finger inside me, two fingers even, but
it wasn't what I
wanted. I was frustrated, and I needed to cum." She
was pleading her
case, thinking to soften me. "My pussy was hot, I wanted
a big strong
cock in it. But I knew I wouldn't get it, and I twiddled
my clit so I
could get release, but I still wanted..."

"Yes, what was it you wanted?"

"I wanted your cock! All along I pretended my hands
were yours." Inside,
I smiled, she was hot, and she really wanted me. But I didn't
dare show
that on the outside, because we were making headway into
breaking her
nasty habit of using sex as a tool.


I had an erection, and she knew it. She thought to show her
newfound
submission by kneeling in front of me and reaching for my
zipper. I
stopped her.


"You should ask first, politely." She was surprised,
and I know I was
pushing her a bit on this. I think that every little thing
I did like
this was making her question her willingness to go down
this rabbit
hole. But in the end it was just a little thing, and she did
recognise
that she wanted this, for me, but also for herself.


"Please, Sir, may I give you pleasure?" Hmm
if felt good to hear that.
It turned me on even more.


"Not yet, my pet. You need to be punished for misbehaving."
Punishment
did not seem to be what she was expecting. I think she had

apprehensions. At that moment, I hoped it wasn't fear
of me, but later
she confessed that she was a bit at war with herself, it was
difficult
to accept my authority at first. But her sexual need was
more powerful
than her pride and she stopped struggling with herself.
And then she
looked at me, daring me to test her resolve. I liked it. She
was
everything I wanted and more.


"Get up and come here." I patted my desk. She
obeyed. I removed my file
holder and cleared a part of the desk. "Bend over"
She was suddenly
excited as she did as I told her. I'm sure she was feeling
lucky I was
going to punish her by giving her what she wanted the most.
Not so.
"Naughty girls get spanked, not fucked." The
shock of what I was saying
made jerk back to look at me. I didn't let her finish
his movement. I
pushed her down not too gently and pulled her panties down
to her
ankles. I pushed one of her legs away and slipped it out of
the scrap
of lace she had been wearing. Then I lifted her skirt to her
waist
revealing her round ass cheeks. That ass was calling me,
I wanted to
hit it to see how firm it was and how it would rebound under
my rough
treatment. Almost as if the inevitability of being spanked
now that her
ass was bare and up in the air had kicked in, she stopped squirming
and
instead just accepted what was coming to her.


I whacked her butt with my hand. The resounding slap surprised
me with
how exciting it was. I knew I wasn't really hurting
her that much but I
decided I would stop when her whole ass was red. When the
sting of the
slap settled, she stopped struggling and relaxed a bit,
accepting the
pain and the punishment. Then I whacked her again, spanking
her until I
deemed the point had been driven home. I didn't let
her go though. When
I did stop holding her down, I told her to stay put and I walked
to end
of the office, facing her ass and inspected my handiwork.



I commented on how red she was. She didn't say a word.
I didn't
understand why she was so calm, I expected her to feel relieved
I had
stopped or even maybe mad. But I soon discovered the reason.
She was
dripping wet. Her pussy was drenched in the juices of her
excitement.
Of course this puzzled me a bit, having no experience of
ever spanking
a grown woman. But I knew it was not a sign of disgust or anything
like
that.


I slipped my hand between her legs, cupping her moist labia.
She tensed
under me, knowing she should not cum. While my slithering
fingers made
themselves at home, I asked her: "So you like pain?"
She hesitated, but
I insisted with my fingers, until she understood that I
would not
relent until she replied.


"I don't know. This has never happened to me before"
This time I did
believe her. She had no kind of composure left, much less
the wiles to
lie to me. But once I got her talking, she felt the need to
explain her
predicament.


"I don't think it was the pain. That was unpleasant,
but it enhanced
everything. I think it was submitting to you, Sir. Your
power over me,
your dominance made me accept my punishment, and that excited
me very
much." I glanced at her face, and it was as red as her
ass now. I guess
these are not easy things to admit. She wanted me to be the
boss of
her. She got off on it, or she would, if I let her, which I wasn't

about to do. She was responding well to this, and I loved
the feeling.
At that moment, I loved her, my slutty submissive Jenny.



Now she had an angry red butt, no panties and no semblance
of pride. She
looked beautiful to me. So brave to finally be so honest
and give me
such pleasure. I went back to my chair and slumped back into
it,
looking at her. When I did not provide more instructions,
Jenny just
picked herself up and left the desk. She didn't bother
to pick up her
panties but sadly her skirt fell back on her pretty ass.



She knelt before me once again, and looked up. "Please
Sir, may I please
you?" I was surprised at how consistent she was at
this. It didn't look
forced or anything. Honestly, Jenny seemed to genuinely
want to please
me. But I was starting to understand that the more I pushed
the better.
So I shook my head and told her to remove her clothes first.
I was
never sure that she wouldn't balk, but it seemed that
something in her
had let go of her initial embarrassment. Or maybe undressing
herself
was the least of what I had demanded of her so far. She got
up and
dropped her clothes, simply, as though literally obeying
my orders. I
hadn't asked for a strip tease and I didn't get
one. But the act of
shedding her clothes to kneel before me was one of the sexiest
I had
ever seen. Simple, unadorned and no pretence, Jenny was
one sexy girl.
By that time, I had a raging erection that I was dying to have
her see
to.


And she learned her lesson quickly. She knelt again and
again asked if
she could please me. I decided to let her and she took her
cue to
spring my cock from its fabric prison. All she needed was
to undo the
fly and it popped right out I was so hard. She looked at it
first, with
an air of reverence. When she attacked it with her tongue,
it was
different from the day before. She was less purposeful,
more caressing.
It was as though she wanted to savour the object of her desires.
That
was so hot; I closed my eyes and let myself savour her attentions.
She
licked my cock up and down, stopping at my balls, bathing
her with her
little tongue. When she came up, she would suck on the head
and swallow
a couple of inches of my rod. The notion of pushing her down
to her
knees and just fucking her mouth came to me, but spending
myself
quickly would have ruined the moment. I let her do it at her
own pace.
She was driving me nuts, though.


As slow as she might have been, she couldn't keep me
from cumming very
long. She started deep throating me. My cock was throbbing,
and I'm
sure she could feel me thickening in her mouth. She was very
impressed
and even more determined to get me to fuck her. She looked
up at me for
directions, and I told her to suck me dry. I pushed her head
a little
bit off, sliding my cock back so that my head rested on her
tongue. She
was going to get a full taste of me. The timing was perfect
as I
started shooting long bursts of sperm in her mouth right
away. Her
swallowing was having the double effect of sucking onto
my cock, and I
felt like she was milking me, greedy for my hot cum. Soon
I was spent
and sprawled backwards in my chair, my dick deflating.
She was still
acting like the good girl I was starting to think she was.
Just
fingering my balls lightly, not deliberately trying to
get me up and
running again, just doing this until I told her what to do
next. The
dominant in me was happy to see she was not trying to control
the
situation. She was just waiting.


I gathered my breath. "You were very good, if you can
make me cum like
this every night, and you continue to be a good girl, I will
fuck you
on Sunday." She looked disappointed a bit, that I
would not fuck her
tonight but quickly put on a different, chipper look, because
I had
told her I would fuck her on Sunday. She had decided she could
do this.




I got up. She pulled back, letting me up. I put my dick back
in my
shorts and did my zipper up. She was still kneeling, maybe
hoping I
would change my mind, or maybe just unsure what a good slut
would do. I
picked up her panties and I shoved them in my pocket.


"You can get dressed and go home, if you promise to
be a good girl and
not touch yourself. Do you promise?"

"Yes, Sir. I promise" If she was mad at me for
saying that, she didn't
really let it show. She really wanted that fuck really badly.
I felt
strange for wanting her to suffer the torture of being really
excited
then denied any release, but forcing her abstinence was
making me feel
closer to her. As though my will became hers and she became
part of my
body. In being her tormentor, I was waxing romantic, it
seemed. I
needed to let her off the hook and see if she was feeling the
same way.




"If you don't come back to please me tomorrow
night, you will still keep
your job, but I won't screw you on Sunday." Uncertainty
marred her
lovely face. I wondered if it was because she was unsure
I wanted her
or if she was unsure if she wanted me. I clarified: "You've
been a good
slut tonight, and I will reward you if you continue to please
me." The
relief she expressed then showed me that she was in this
through and
through.


And Jenny did come every night. Painstakingly, she came,
asked what my
pleasure was and did her best to fulfill my wishes. She never
failed to
amaze me or to make me cum hard for that matter. Since I had
taken her
panties, she either came to work without any or she found
a way to
remove them before coming to my office. I liked that and
let her know
of my approval. The next night, she was not wearing any panties
or any
bra. I liked the easy access to her boobs so I agreed with
that too. I
would massage her breasts even as she worked on my dick.
It must have
been a sweet torture, seeing as how she was not allowed to
cum until I
was satisfied enough to fuck her. And I teased her. I would
have her
lie on her back, with her knees up on my desk. Then I would
ask her to
show me her cunt and to spread her pussy lips. I would then
touch her,
masturbate her, bring her on edge, but not give her clearance
to cum. I
was pushing her hard, testing her willpower. And she was
surprising me.
Her resistance was almost superhuman; I don't know
how she did it. But
she did slip once, on Friday.


I did get to punish her again once during that week. She had
given me
my nightly blow job. That was very well done, as usual. I
felt some
relief because I too had been on the edge. I would not let
myself cum
under any other stimulus than her. So I was continually
looking forward
to her ministrations and I knew at least something of the
torment she
endured. After that, I ordered her onto the desk. By then
she knew to
be afraid. Not of me, but of herself, because it was hard
for her to
keep from cumming as everytime I teased her I learned a bit
more about
what turned her on and what her limit was. I toyed a bit with
her
pussy, but my goal was bigger than that. I slipped my finger
inside
her. She hummed and moved her hips as if to hump herself on
my finger.
I pulled my finger back so quickly that she looked up, starting
to
understand she had made a mistake.


"Good sluts wait for permission." I tried to
imbue my tone with
disapproval. I was not terribly displeased with her, as
I had been
rather unfair to her, but neither was I unhappy to have the
chance to
spank her delicious bottom. She looked sincerely remorseful
when I said
the words. There isn't an Oscar winning performance
this good in the
whole world. Jenny was really sorry to have acted on impulse
and was
now hoping my displeasure would not cost her too dearly.



"Please, Sir, punish me so I am allowed to please you
again." She had
understood her own need for punishment better than I had.
When I
punished her, she knew I wanted to keep her. Well it made
sense, and
who was I to refuse something we both wanted, right?


"Very well, since you ask so nicely. Get off the desk
and bend over it,
with your legs wide open." She obeyed my orders, and
just waited for me
to execute her sentence.


I'm sure Jenny was expecting another spanking. But
I was determined to
exceed her expectations, even in this. The day after her
first
spanking, I had gone to a sex shop and asked a rather weird
looking
lady for a good instrument for discipline. She had showed
me a wide
array of intimidating whips, but I thought these were maybe
a little
hardcore to begin with, especially with me a beginner.
I had settled on
a regular looking crop, that I could have just as well have
bought for
horse back riding. Well that is except for the words "obey"
and
"master" on each side of the leather part. I
had brought it to my
office, just in case we happened to need it. It never hurts
to be
prepared.


I couldn't wait to use it on her. I slashed the leather
part down onto
her right ass cheek. She yelped, from the sting and from
the surprise
no doubt. She turned to look back. I told her to keep her position,
but
I turned around to show her the instrument of her punishment.
She ogled
the crop, and I knew she was thinking hard on the fact that
she had
asked me to punish her. But it was too late for her to back
out of this
now.


"Yes I will hit you with it, until I'm satisfied
you will behave better
next time." As I spoke, I brushed her face lightly
with the leather
tip, gently getting her acquainted with the crop. I slowed
on her lips
and she surprised me again by kissing it. Well it was a nice
addition.


I went back to her ass and hit her there again. And I brought
the crop
back to her mouth for her to kiss it. That was very Christian
of her.
I kept at this until I couldn't see the marks of individual
strokes on
her ass cheeks. Like a good little girl she kissed the crop
after every
slash I left on her ass. I wondered if I should tease her pussy
with it
and punish her there, but I decided that was better left
for a bigger
offence. I stopped her punishment but did not tell her to
get up. I
looked at her face; she had trails of tears on it. The sadist
in me
receded long enough to feel some remorse, until I saw again
her pussy
dripping wet, staining the side of my desk with her juices.
If I let
her, she would probably have been able to cum. Good girl
Jenny. The
best thing to do was to help her up since she was as soft as
jelly, and
help her get dressed. She wiped her face, not making as to
leave until
I told her she could.


"Tell me, was that too intense?" I asked her.
I'm not such a complete
bastard that I wanted her to suffer for no good reason. I
was rather
inexperienced at this and we both needed to learn from one
another.


"N.. no.. not really." She shook her head, and
I wasn't too sure she was
telling me the whole truth. "Well you surprised me.
If you had asked
before, I would have said no." I wanted to explain
to her then, but she
would not let me place a word. "It was intense, but
not because of the
pain. It was intense emotionally. The pain was secondary,
it stung but
it was a reminder of your domination." She looked
away, still a bit
uncomfortable with this level of intimacy. Actually,
I wasn't too
comfortable myself, but I was relieved that she had not
found the
cropping too much to bear.


"When I started welcoming the emotion the pain transformed
into
pleasure. And it was really hard not to cum. I wanted to so
much, but I
wanted to please you more" It was my turn to feel clogged
up with
emotion.


"You're a good slut. You pleased me very much
tonight." That's all I
could come up with for then. I slumped back into my chair,
thinking on
what she had said, but I didn't feel up to discussing
more with her. So
I gave her leave to go home.


Saturday came and went. Jenny was a good girl, and quite
a good little
cocksucker. She gave me another memorable blowjob and
it was hard to
let her go home empty handed. But a deal is a deal, right?
Jenny knew
she was going to get laid. She trusted that at least. So she
was
patient, sure that she didn't want to ruin her chances
after all this
week of obedience. She waited as long as needed to get instructions,

and unleashed her creativity on my dick. No matter how often
she sucked
on my dick, it always seemed to be different and always good.



Nathan had been teasing me about what he called my affair
with Jenny. He
had warned me that she wasn't a good girl and not to read
anything into
the favours she was lavishing on me, but Nathan had no idea.
I was no
pigeon here. Only Jenny and I knew the extent of our entanglement.

Nothing simple could undo the bond hat her submission to
my dominance
had created between us.


Then on Sunday night, Jenny was scheduled to work until
the closing
hour. I made sure to tease her, reaching behind her for things
whenever
we were close and rubbing my crotch on her behind when we
were alone in
a room. You could have felt her frustration and I'm
sure this is what a
case of the blue balls looks like on a girl. Of course, I had
told her
I expected her to work diligently all through the night,
so she
couldn't take her frustration out on the customers
and she certainly
knew that she couldn't come to see me to hurry up the
chain of events.
My little Jenny was behaving really well when she really
needed
something.


When we closed the club, I had to see to everything that needed
doing,
assigning people to tidy up things, so I did, and of course
Jenny was
the only one without a task left. I told her I had something
for her to
do in my office. Her coworkers had to have had a pretty good
inkling
that Jenny had stopped seeing Nathan and was now seeing
me. But the
distribution of the chores made that crystal clean. There
just wasn't
anything Jenny could do to deny it, but at the same time,
they had no
idea of just what was going on. I was relieved of that, not
being
prepared to be exposed as a sadistic bastard.


I took off to go to my office, and Jenny followed. When we
were finally
alone, I sat down and Jenny kneeled. I hadn't had to
demand that; she
just started doing that from the third night on. Perfect
little
submissive.


"Hello, my little cocksucker." I was half waiting
for her to demand her
reward, and I wanted to give her the opportunity. It was
a kind of
trap, but I had gotten to really like punishing her, if she
took the
bait, I could spank her delicious buns. But she proved to
me she had
changed.


"Please tell me how to please you, Sir." Now
that was just perfect. I
could just tell her to suck my prick and she would. I was tempted
to
egg her on, but though she had been getting me off every night,
I had
abstained from what I came to really wish for: her pussy.
I wanted to
sink myself deep in her, slam my dick in her tight cunt and
bump her
cervix into the next year. And the only thing between that
and me was
three words and a zipper.


"Show me your pussy, slut." She stood up, spread
her legs apart, and
with no further delay lifted her skirt to show me her bared
pussy. It
was already slick with her moisture. I could read her like
a book now,
she really, really wanted it. And she deserved it.


But I forced myself to wait. I had one final test for her.
Would she
give up her reward to please me if I asked her to? This was
unfair, but
I was starting to understand that neither Jenny nor I craved
fairness.
We wanted a relationship where I dominated her, tortured
her, made her
do my bidding. Both of us were unsure what the boundaries
were and we
needed me to explore them.


"Suck my cock, slut!" I almost cringed saying
those words. Jenny looked
disappointed but quickly put on a good front. She couldn't
know this
was a test, and yet she got back on her feet in front of me,
and
applied herself with all her skill to giving me the best
blow job I had
gotten yet. My hands cramped on her hair, she was doing so
well that if
I didn't stop her I would cum right away. She wasn't
holding anything
back. It took a lot of willpower to resist.


"Stop." Her mouth went slack around the head
of my cock which she had
been sucking just a second before. I gently pushed her off.
I got up,
with my raging cock, in hand, concentrating not to lose
it. I knelt in
front of her.


"You may ask me for your reward." I didn't
need to tell her twice.


"Please, please, sir, please fuck my pussy"
She didn't need to ask me
twice. I turned her around, lifted her skirt up her luscious
ass and
pushed her down roughly. Her ass was stuck in the air, and
her spread
knees provided me with a premium view of her cunt, wet and
glistening,
proudly presenting itself to me. I put my cock on her swollen
opening.
She whimpered, and that was all the undoing of me. I had wanted
to be
more in control, but I slammed into her until she could not
stretch
more. She whimpered again, but this time it was more of a
sigh. She was
tight as a glove and I almost felt her blood rushing inside
her. My
worries about her discomfort left me when she started making
little
swaying motions of the hips, oddly rocking me inside her,
urging me on.
I wasted no time and started going to work, grabbing her
hips and
pumping into her with a fast tempo.


Jenny, it turns out is not a very vocal fucker. But she is
a very
musical one, all her little noises were making the sexiest
music I had
ever heard, and to think I was the one playing her turned
me on even
more. Shove and pull, shove and pull. She was panting as
hard as I was
fucking her by them. I let go of one her hips to tease her boobs,

quickly getting them out of the ample opening of her t-shirt.
No bra,
good girl Jenny. I couldn't see them so well for my liking
from behind
her but they did swing nicely, with every thrust inside
her. I pinched
her nipple, giving her a slight taste of pain to try to share
the
painful build-up of my climax inside me. That got a cry out
of her and
her shuddering release. She bucked under me, riding her
ecstasy,
milking it for all it was worth.


I gave up on slowing down my own pleasure and dug once and
for all
inside her slippery tunnel, shooting burst after burst
of hot sperm
inside her. She was slumped in my embrace now, breathing
hard, as I
spent myself inside her, not letting her go, and giving
it my all. When
I was finally as empty as she was, I let her down gently, feeling
out
of breath and with a mind blown out of this existence. I dropped
myself
on the floor next to her savouring the after effects of this

penetration.


I was still not feeling quite over my own climax when she
grabbed my
hand and confided in me. "You know this was my first."
I couldn't
believe her.


"Not your first time!" I could only reply.


Her voice was calm, "No, I mean my first orgasm. Thank
you, Sir. I never
felt so good." Words any man loves to hear, said with
sincerity no
less. Maybe dominance was a good thing, after all. But I
didn't know
what to reply. I paused and did some minute soul searching.
It had
never been this good for me either. Jenny was very special
to me now.
And the truth was I wanted more of her, more submission,
more sucking,
more spanking, and more of her pussy, and maybe, why not,
her ass. I
knew I didn't want her to get away. The more I put her
through and the
more she wanted me inside her, and the more she endured the
more I
wanted her. We were just perfect for one another, kinks
and all.


I didn't know much about domination and submission,
but I couldn't just
tell her that I had lost my heart to her, could I? What we needed
was
conditional love, right? But I needed to act on my feelings.
So I put
my heart right back in my pocket for another time, and offered
her to
give us the one thing we both needed, time.


"So Jenny, do you have any plans for your vacations?
I think you should
come to my place and be a very good slut."

Jenny smiled, a brilliant, sincere smile, "Will
I be fucked there, Sir?"




"Only when it pleases me, and if you're very good."
I smiled too. Even
as I said those words, I noticed her hand was moving towards
my crotch.




"Please Sir, tell me how I can pleasure you again."
I was already
getting hard again. Unbelievable!


"Well that's a start. I think you will be fucked
plenty".

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Excellent story. I never really understood the dom/sub
lifestyle until now. Thanks for the titalation and education.

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interestingly different!



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nice piece like your writting style

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